A flash of blue streaked across the rooftops, almost out of Widowmaker's vision. She stood, remaining perfectly balanced on the flagpole she had found a perch on, a little ways away from the rooftop she had been on only minutes ago. Smiling to herself, she unraveled her grappling hook and began to follow.
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FanfictionLena Oxton, call sign Tracer, was good at making bad decisions. She was also good at two digit multiplication, making an omelet, and finishing a season of television in one night. She was also good at finding light in a literal mindless murderer- an...
