Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Amelie 'Widowmaker' LaCroix- Alley (a)

You felt the tap on your shoulder as you walked through the usual cut-away to your apartment. You spun around, fists clenched to come face to face with a pale, slender woman, a purple tinge afflicted the skin around her soft-looking lips.

"You must be her?" You questioned. "I expected something less... direct. A sniper shot from so many hundreds of meters, poison, or was there some issue with the transfer? I have about 2000 dollars in my bag, don't ask how I got it, and I'm sure you can fish your way into my bank, take what you want. I have no family or friends to give it to anyway. Take it for your headquarters and buy a slushy machine or something."

"Non... I do not need your money, I am here to talk you out of it, I don't do these kind of jobs, you are far from the first and you are far from the last. People that look like they're happy, people on the television with piles of money, people with houses bigger than your whole apartment block." She stepped into the street light to reveal the rest of her face.

"You can't talk me out of it..." you shrugged and spun around to walk to your apartment "...if you don't want to do it then there's plenty of ways for me to do it, you know. I just wanted to make the news one time before I died... well... you know what I mean. It would give people something to remember me by. I couldn't do anything else to earn that status." A feint, forced laugh fell out of your mouth.

"Mon amie, there is much to live for in this world, trust me." She grabbed your hand as it swung by your side. "Come on, the night is oh so young, let me take you somewhere? Somewhere special to me," You pulled your hand from out of hers.

"No, I don't want to. I have a very busy night planned."

"Y/N, I have been... not so much tracking, but following you for the last week, I can tell you your daily routine. It never changes. You get home from work, you put out food for your cat and you sit and watch some god awful American television, you have no plans."

"I don't want to go out, I want you to do your job."

"Non non, I am not having that for an answer, come on."

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