The Villain Wrangler | Overwatch

Chapter 5

A few weeks later, Angelica decided to surprise Brad with dinner on her way home. She walked up to his apartment and let herself in. She heard sounds coming from the hall, and chalked it up to Brad watching a movie. The living room was a mess, she noticed, and she began straightening it up. She picked up some of his clothes that were scattered around then froze. She stared at the item she had just picked up, uncomprehending.

A thong. A tiny, lacy, black thong. One side was torn in two, as if someone had torn it off. It wasn't anything she had seen before. As she stared at the scrap of lace in shock, she recognized the sounds coming in from the back bedroom. A fairly rhythmic thumping sound. A woman moaning.

Angelica looked at the thong in her hand and dropped it, pulling out a phone. She dialed the first number.

"Hey, Sarah, I'm at Brad's. Can you come get me?" she asked, voice choked behind unshed tears.

"Who the hell is Brad? Give me the address, I'll be right there." 76's gruff voice came over the line.

"No, it's... no. Goodbye." She choked down a sob as she pulled out her personal phone. She punched in Sarah's number and pressed send.

She heard Sarah's distinctive ringtone burst out from between the couch cushions.

Angelica stared at it in shock. Hanging up her phone, she turned and left the apartment. Pulling out the phone Reaper gave her, she dialed. She sighed and hung up before the call connected. She started walking back to her apartment with her head down, lost in thought. She didn't notice several security cameras turning to follow her.

A mile away from her apartment, a car pulled up next to her and the door popped open. "Get in."

She stared blankly at Reaper's distinctive mask as he repeated himself. "Get in."

She climbed into the car as Reaper poured himself into the back seat. She was mildly unsurprised to see 76 in the driver's seat. As she settled herself in the passengers seat, 76 pulled back into the flow of traffic.

She stared blankly out the windshield as 76 guided the car into a parking lot. She got out, with Reaper flowing out behind her. She heard 76 exit the car as Reaper gently grabbed her shoulder. She looked up at him, confused.

"The offer still stands."

That was all it took. She sobbed and lunged forward, hugging Reaper like a lifeline. He held her while she sobbed brokenly. After a brief moment, she felt 76 awkwardly patting her shoulder. She didn't know how long she stood there, but neither man made any effort to move away. Finally, she pulled away, wiping her face. Wordlessly, 76 handed her a travel pack of tissues. She mumbled a thanks and started cleaning herself up.

"Sorry. I-" 76 held up a hand.

"Don't. You deserve better, but there's nothing wrong with mourning what you lost."

Reaper snorted. "Easy for you to say. She didn't soak your leather coat." Since he was still smoothing a hand over her hair, she decided he was just being an ass for the sake of being an ass.

"I-" She took a breath. "I don't want to go back, but I still have some things over at his place. Could you...?"

Reaper stared at her a moment, then burst out laughing. "Oh, yes, please! Scorned lover sends a mercenary and a vigilante to retrieve lost possessions. That is beautiful!"

"Reaper." 76 turned, looking poised to fight.

Reaper flapped a hand airily in the other's direction. "I'm not going to do anything." Then he shifted, and seemed to grow more threatening. "But Brad doesn't need to know that, does he?" he growled.