All the time in the world... (Tracer x reader one shots)

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Fancy gowns and expensive wine, the trademark of a prestigious event, visitors of top class and festivities to be enjoyed. A time to make memories to be cherished. Unless of corse...

        You are (Y/N) (L/N), overwatch agent (callsign) and holy shit do you hate working undercover. The dress you wore was uncomfortable and inconvenient, the makeup on your face felt like it was layered on an inch thick, and wearing this over your combat uniform was suffocating, despite how cool the weather may have been on this lovely night in England.

        The only worthwhile part of this undercover fiasco was getting to see Lena in a dress. She got stuck with a short but classy dress, the same light blue color as the chronal accelerator she usually wore—today swapped out for a slimmer (albeit less sturdy) version in favor of appearances. She's not exactly happy about it, (not that it's easy to tell, she's too optimistic to show her displeasure) but you definitely are. About her wearing it, that is. Personally you would rather be anywhere else, in anything else, but Lena Oxton in a dress is really quite the sight to behold.

        Through one might think it would be more practical to wear something closer to a suit, especially given the high chances of engaging in close combat, where high heels and dresses would give you the disadvantage, you didn't exactly get a choice in the matter. The two of you were shoved into dresses under the claims of "Fitting in" and sent off with little room for you to argue.

       While the real party was inside, you were much more drawn to the scene outside. The night sky was peaceful. Lamps and streetlights hung from the the walls of the building behind you, the sound of festivities cut off by the closed doors. It was an introverts refuge from social gatherings. Nevertheless, despite your displeasure at being there, it was a lively and joy filled event, capable of putting the worst moods to rest and leading one to put off all responsibilities in favor of fancy wine and cheese crackers.

And yet, it still bored you.

Don't get me wrong, you knew it wasn't going to be a hard mission, and it was certainly nothing you or Lena couldn't take on your own, even. Intel had said Talon was planning on taking out a British political figure, whose opinions on Omnic rights. But even with all that, he wasn't a very high priority target (especially compared to some other people who were targeted by Talon). This whole mission would probably be more interesting had it actually been more dangerous.

Sitting on a metal bench, you isolated yourself from the rest of the attendees and the safety of the light and of numbers and waited for something interesting to happen. Looking down at the fabric around your waist, you sighed. As pretty as this dress might be, it's only real redeeming feature was it's ability to hide a belt of throwing knifes—and even then, it still slipped from time to time. You would think that if Overwatch was going to force you into this they would at least have higher quality outfits for you to wear.

        Your eyes were unfocused, looking out in search of motion in the city. You had begun to dose off when the comm in your ear went off, the voice of your parter pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Any sign of Talon out there yet love?" And as much you wish you could say yes, you were just as starved for action as she was. The two of you went on this mission imagining getting in, drinking some fancy wine and comically small crackers, kicking ass, and getting out. Instead, it's been almost an hour with nothing.

"Sorry to disappoint, but no. I'm just as bored as you—" You were cut off by a sudden noise coming from somewhere nearby. It wasn't too loud, but it was loud enough to cut you off, and while you couldn't tell exactly where it was, it couldn't be too hard to track down.