Overwatch: Talon

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Reaper entered his home, opening the door and closing it behind him with his foot. In his arms, he carried Widowmaker, who had bleeding injuries on her right forearm and left leg. The assassin had a close encounter with Genji, and she was quite lucky to be alive. Reaper managed to chase the cyborg ninja off at a good time, but Widow had already sustained her wounds by that point.
"Welcome to my home" He said as he carried her into a living room and carefully sat her down at a table. "I'll just go get some things for you"
He walked off into one of the other rooms, and Widow took a moment to look around. Reaper's home was quite...interesting to look at. There was a lot of black...and really dark grey. It seemed the man's edginess was reflected even in his choice of housing.
But darkness never bothered Widowmaker.
"Merde" She muttered as she looked at her wounded arm, blood slowly dripping on the clean table.
She always hated Genji. The former Overwatch agent was a weakness, one which she couldn't overcome. It made her feel weak, needing Reaper to save her from him. What could she do against a man who reflected all her shots, and who's cyborg body made him near impervious to poisons?
Suppose she should be thankful that Reaper was there for her at the right time, however. Her current condition could be worse however, the reduced blood flow from her barely-beating heart meant that her blood loss was at a minimum. Still, her wounds were uncomfortably deep and infection would be inconvenient.
"It's nothing I haven't seen before" Reaper said as he walked back into the room, carrying a bottle of unknown substance, some bandages and a cloth. "Now, let's get your wounds cleaned"
He pulled up a chair and sat to her side. Instructing her to lay out her arm while he opened up the bottle and dabbed the cloth he carried with its contents, the Wraith then took gentle hold of her arm...hesitated, then stopped before he made contact between flesh and cloth.
"Um...this is gonna hurt" He admitted.
Widowmaker showed no fear or worry, however. She merely nodded, and gave him the go-ahead.
"I can take it. It's not often that I've endured such injuries, but-"
She stopped when an unbearable stinging began to swell in her arm, and she gasped loudly with a wince so explosive she near smacked Reaper in the face. Reaper stopped briefly, let her recover for a moment, then proceeded on. Her wincing grew less intense as he continued, and her gasps turned into shameful whimpers in time.
"Urgh, are you done yet?" She would ask, many, many times.
A little while later however, Reaper was finally done. He placed the bloodied cloth to one side, and began to wrap her limb in bandage, which proved a much less unpleasant experience.
"Lucky I arrived when I did" Reaper said, rolling around her arm. "Didn't want to have to send your decapitated head back to Talon"
Widow forced an unamused huff. She didn't like being in this...charitable position, but she supposed that not every engagement was going to be a clean operation for her. Everyone had their counters, and hers was Genji. Pit her against, say, Bastion or Torbjorn...
"Then we'd have a different story" She thought.
"Be more careful next time" He advised.
"D'accord...d'accord" She responded.
They weren't done though. Reaper had Widow stand up, and he supported her to his sofa. He noticed that blood was dripping slowly all over his clean floor...that wasn't a pleasing sight for him. He may not seem the type on the outside, but Reaper would prefer his house stayed clean.
"Take your boot off" He instructed.
Widowmaker began to remove the armour from her leg, but it proved a challenge for her. Her leg wound was sticking, and was very sensitive despite her numbed senses. Reaper assisted her with removing the boot, while thinking about what his role suddenly was: flanker or support?
"Mercy would be having a field day with this" He mumbled.
When her leg was exposed, he saw the unpleasant gash in her skin. The exposure to air was slightly relieving to Widow...but soon she'd be wincing all over the place once Reaper got back to work.
"Merde" She cursed again.

Widow looked at her bandaged leg, and a small smile crept on her blue face. It was painful, but at the end of it all...she already felt a lot better. Hopefully she would recover quickly, as there was always plenty of missions that Talon had for her. It wouldn't be a good look for their favourite agent if she was having a small vacation due to injuries on the job.
"Curious...do you ever get any time off?" Reaper asked as he held two cups of tea, handing one to Widow. "Or does Talon work you at all times?"
"I don't get any vacations, if that's what's you're asking" Widow replied. "But I do spend some time among regular people"
Widowmaker was often tasked with killing certain key targets in the world. The most effective method, in some cases, was to impersonate a love interest and hit them when she was closest to them. The sad thing was, however...she often came to develop a liking with those she fooled. In the end however, her time with them often ended with a broken neck in bed, or the smothering of a pillow.
"Hm. You ever wanted some time off?" He said, removing his mask and pulling his hood down.
"Even if I did, I don't think I would know what I'd do" She admitted. "Killing is all I've ever been made to do...it's my function"
Reaper took a delight in killing his enemies, so it didn't seem so bad to him. Whenever he was not doing mercenary work, he was doing his own personal business, waging war against Overwatch. Destroying Overwatch had become his obsession...he hated them from experience, but Widow fought against them because it's what she was programmed to do.
"Reaper, you often ask me questions of this sort" Widow told him. "And you always get the same general response. But now I have to ask you a question: why do you care so much?"
Reaper had no obligation for her. They were partners, but only because it was for mission convenience...their skills melded well together. Why would Reaper take a liking to someone that he knew was supposed to function like a weapon? Someone who, while they had the appearance of a woman, had none of a woman's substance?
"I...well, is there something wrong with me being nice to you?" He asked. "It doesn't bother you, does it?"
Reaper was nice to a very select few. Widow should feel graced.
"No...I suppose not" She said quietly. "But you're the only one who treats me like...I'm Human. Catering to my wounds? No one else would do that for me...you care about me, but you have no reason to"
While her modified DNA all pointed towards humanity, it was still just a mere shell. She may have been human on the outside, but on the inside...
"You think, after all the time we've spent together, that I wouldn't care for you?" Reaper questioned. "Don't cut yourself short, Widow"
She looked at him with great attention. Her yellow eyes wide with interest. For the first time, in a long time, she felt the warmth of affectionate words. She felt...valued.
"I care about you, too" She said quietly, the words feeling alien on her tongue. "You're...awfully sweet when we're not in the middle of a mission"
When you got to know Reaper, he didn't seem like a bad guy for someone who had to kill just to stay alive. Their rather sincere moment left them sitting awkwardly for a moment, but thankfully something to distract them occurred.
"I'm home, Gabe!" A voice called out as the door opened, then closed. "Hope your hungry, cause I got some chips to share!"
A woman with dark skin entered the living area, holding a small carton of chips that she ate out of. She had a half-shaved hairstyle, thick coat, and cybernetic implants visible through her skin. She was quite a colourful character.
"Sombra, you're back early" Reaper told her. "How did things go?"
"Oh, you mean the mission? Swell as always, Talon really appreciates my talents" She said smugly, with a stupid smile before looking at them. "Oh, Widow's here? Hey, we got the whole gang together!"
The hacker left her food to one side and then sat down in between her colleagues, wrapping her arm around their shoulders and bringing them close to her. They both squirmed rather uncomfortably.
"It's Halloween today, grumpies. Got anything planned? I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?" Sombra went on cheerfully, yet suggestively as she swapped glances to both of them "I always wonder what goes on between you two when I'm not in the room..."
Reaper was quick to shut down her theory however.
"Widowmaker can't even feel love or have the capacity to desire it, so I don't know what you're talking about" He grumbled, then contemplating on his choice of words.
"Hmm...probably not the best way to word that..." He thought.
Reaper managed to bring himself back to square one, because he found himself in an awkward silence again as Sombra released them from her arms. He forced himself to speak up, though.
"Right...Widow, you should probably get some rest before you head off back to HQ" He said as he and Sombra stood up. "We have a little talking to do"
"Okay" Widow accepted his proposal as she watched them leave.
They left the room, Reaper before Sombra. The hacker suspected she was in trouble...
"Boop!" Sombra said as she turned off the light, and then closed the door after her.