"Hiya! You've reached Lena 'Tracer' Oxton. Sorry I can't get to ya at the moment, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"
You threw your phone against the wall and you ran a hand through your hair. You've tried all day to reach Lena. You've sent so many messages and calls that she had to have blocked your number by now.
It was midday and you still remained in Lucio's apartment. The only thing that stopped you from seeking out an angry Lena was the unknown. You had no clue where to go. The two obvious locations she'd be are Gibraltar and London. If she'd wanted to be isolated from everyone, she'd be in London. If she needed to talk out with the other agents, she'd go to Gibraltar.
You were hoping it wasn't the latter. You really didn't like the idea of Lena giving her perspective of the mission to all the other agents. Almost on cue, you see another call from Winston on your now slightly cracked phone. You reluctantly pick it up and answer it.
"Hello"
"Oh thank god you're ok. What on Earth happened. I see all over the news that the prime minister is dead. I was worried something was wrong"
"Yeah I'll explain later. Is Lena there with you?"
"What? No why. Did something happen?"
"No she just wanted me to ask you that to see your reaction"
Winston sighed relieved "I swear that girl is trying to give me a heart attack. Do you need anything?"
"No we should be good. We'll be there as soon as we can"
"Ok I'll await your arrival. Goodbye"
You hung up the phone and stared at your wallpaper for a few moments. It was the picture Lena took when she stole your phone (the first time) all that time ago. The picture of her giving you a kiss on the cheek while you blushed. Gazing into the picture motivated you and you hurriedly made your way out the door.
Your head still hurt badly, probably a concussion, but that didn't stop you. Your foot still caused you to limp, it slowed you down, but did not stop you. You had dry blood all over your face and in your hair as well as your shoe. It was uncomfortable and you regret not taking a shower before you left.
After what seemed like hours, you made it to the location of the aircraft you had summoned the night before. You boarded it and set a course to London. If Lena wasn't there, then you had no clue where you'd go. You couldn't go back to Gibraltar without her. And you really didn't want to retell the mission. How could you tell them that Widowmaker kissed you but you didn't exactly resist the most you could've. You kicked yourself for letting yourself be defeated by the French woman.
You had a long ride to think about everything. What you'd say and what you'd do to persuade her to believe you. You took out your phone and stared at the wallpaper again. Then you looked at your photos. More than half of them are pictures of you and Lena. You scrolled through them, looking at all her goofy faces, her cute poses, and her bright smiles.
It was one thing for the little ray of sunshine to become distraught from something you couldn't prevent, but it was another for her to be like that because of you. You sighed and stood up to grab a roll of gauze. You cleaned up some of the blood with a water bottle you had, then wrapped your foot. You were no Angela, but it would suffice. You dozed off again, hoping it would make your head feel better.
"...And then I saw him kiss her! I saw with my own eyes, Ange" Lena told the doctor over the phone from her apartment. She sat on her bed holding her knees while she spoke with Angela, seeking some sort of cadence. Lena always turned to the motherly figure for comfort or guidance when things didn't go her way.
