Flirting on the Battlefield (WidowReaper story)

The Shadow Man

Looking through her scope, Widowmaker tilts her head slightly to the right, narrowing her eyes as she stares at her target: Gabriel Reyes.

She was told to shoot on sight, she was told to go for the kill.

She continues to stare.

She remembered him still, remembered his many kind attempts at calming her-

At calming Amelie down.

She made a mental note to remember not to think of herself as the same person as before. If Talon thought for even a moment that she remembered who she was, that she could even so much as think past the necessary, she'd be back in that damned chair.

Gabriel Reyes is dressed inconspicuously, with a black hoodie, grey hat, blue jeans, and tan work boots. He sits silently on a bench in a sparsely populated park, eating a burger, his posture relaxed.

Widowmaker didn't know why she was told to kill him. She never asked questions, simply did as she was told.

Yet, staring at him through her scope, she couldn't help but feel the smallest inkling of remorse for what she was about to do.

Ah well, c'est la vie.

Exhaling, she pulls her trigger, and continues to stare, to watch the body drop.

But instead, she sees something miraculous.

Gabriel Reyes had disappeared, nothing but a black shroud of mist in his previous place. Her mouth hangs slightly ajar as she watches this apparition of sorts reform, back into the body and form of Gabriel, who stares right back at her.

Fuck.

She moves quickly, her short ponytail whipping fast as she runs across the rooftop, readying her grapple to escape to another building. But, before she can engage it, a shadow appears in front of her, turning into Gabriel Reyes, who stares down at her with eyes full of grim surprise.

"Amelie? You're Widowmaker?"

She stands still, not breathing, eyes focused intently on the hard stare of the man before her. What was this? What was Talon doing?

He moves to grab her wrist, shaking his head and mumbling something, and instinctively Widowmaker backflips away, tossing a venom mines towards him as she makes a run for it.

However, she doesn't get far, as Gabriel's wraith form moves in front of her, once more reforming into his solid body. "Would you knock it off? Where's my intel?" His expression is quizzical, and Widowmaker's matches it.

"Intel?" She responds curtly, resting her Widow's Kiss atop her shoulder as she stands more relaxed.

Gabriel smirks, "Now where's the chatty french woman I grew oh so fond of?"

Her brows furrow, annoyed at his familiar tone. "I don't believe I know you. If you're expecting Talon intel, I regret to inform you I was sent here with one mission," she makes a gun with three fingers on her left hand, and mocks shooting him in the head. "I don't think Talon likes you much."

Gabriel didn't know what to think. This was definitely Amelie Lacroix. Same dark hair, same golden eyes; the only difference? Her demeanor. He wasn't as surprised as he should have been though. Always had thought there was something suspicious about Gerard's death, not that he had cared one way or another about it. Never questioned what happened to Amelie afterwards, simply assumed she'd finally moved on with her life, with no abusive husband to hold her down. Guess she had, in a way.

"Well I hate to disappoint, but I was aware you'd be shooting at me. I was told to come here to meet Talon's new assassin, and get my intel for the next phase of the plan. After what happened in London, I'm sure they have something big coming up."