(#Wattys2018) Time Out! [Tracer x Male Reader]

Part 11

   You looked through your closet, though rather carefully. You had just finished a lunch trip to a sandwich place down the road. During this lunch trip, you tasted the best Philly cheese steak. You hadn't had one before, but you were certain that the one you ate was indeed, the greatest sandwich in the entire world. Maybe you could make a deal with Neuron... Force the restaurant to continuously slave away making Philly cheese steaks for all eternity. That would be nice. You chuckled to yourself as you rummage through your clothes. The reason for doing this was because as you were enjoying the food substitute of an orgasm, a thought crossed your mind -- "What do people wear at parties?"

   You've never been to a party, but you have seen parties on TV. You remembered seeing women in dresses and men in tuxedos; however, that was for formal dinner parties. You soon realized this after also remembering coming-of-age films where teenagers would go berserk and get absolutely hammered drunk at a different kind of party. A loud, colorful party. Those who attended that kind of party typically wore casual clothing, often times just a t-shirt and a pair of pants that they wore the day before.

   After once again carefully going through each shirt and each pair of pants -- though, there weren't that many of either; you were raised to be humble -- creating each combination possible, you finally found it: a plain, white polo shirt to go with some nice Khaki's. To top it off, you would wear a crimson red cardigan that Neuron gave you for your most recent birthday. Chances are you'd get too cold, so it would be smart to bring your King's Row hoodie. Although, after giving it some thought, you pondered about whether or not you should wear that dreaded Overwatch hoodie -- the one you got at that festival. It amazed you how you haven't burned that awful thing yet, but perhaps it'll come in handy for tonight; blending in and whatnot.

   As you pondered that very question, you heard some giggles and laughs come from the outside. Sliding off your bed and walking to the window, you used your finger to make a little opening in the curtains. Curiously peering down, you saw something that you believed to be fake. Something you'd only see on TV, or read about in books. Even imagine in your dreams. Never in real life. You saw what has to be one of the most beautiful things one could possibly think of. A heavy sheet of snow as far as the eye could see. Tiny little snowflakes were pouring onto the citizens of the city, whiter than a cow's milk. As you looked closer, you saw children running around, throwing clumps and balls of snow at each other. Some of them were laying down on their backs and creating angel shapes, others were piling mounds of snow on top of each other and creating snowmen. You quickly threw on one of your jackets and rushed outside. It was a lot colder than you expected, and quite difficult to walk through, considering the snow had gone up to your shins. 

   Walking around the street, you took it all in. It was wonderful. Everyone was happy and having a good time. What wasn't to love about this experience? As you crossed a corner, you saw Ms. Oxton once again. Though she wasn't handing out fliers -- she was just looking at her phone. She had this strange, worried expression on her face. It wasn't anything too major, but you'd never seen her like that before. You looked back and noticed that when kids were being hit with their friends' snowballs, they were laughing and joyous. Turning your head back to Lena, who still hadn't noticed you, you conjured up an idea. 

   Ducking behind the corner, you knelt down and began to scoop the snow into your hands. It did hurt from the cold a little, but you didn't mind. You began rubbing the snow in a circular motion until it began to shape into a ball. You took one last glance to make sure she wasn't expecting anything before creeping out of the corner, locking your eyes on your target and chucking the snowball at her. She squealed a little as the snowball pelted her in the sleeve of her faux-fur coat. She looked around with a face of annoyance before she finally spotted you. Noticing the excess snow on your hands and sleeves, she immediately knew who it was that hit her, and at that moment, she gave your a small smirk before building a snowball of her own, hurling it at your face. As an accidental, uncontrolled reflex, you allowed your telekinesis to take over for a moment. You somehow caught this and made sure the snowball landed in between your neck and chest rather than your face. You decided to shake it off in hopes of her not noticing. Kneeling down and beginning to make one of your own, you already felt another one explode on your back, followed by some small giggles. 

  "You're gonna hafta be quicker than that if you wanna beat me!" Teased the British woman, who was already starting on her third snowball. You hurried up and tossed your ball at her, but the swift pace of the situation seemed to override your throw, causing you to just barely miss her shoulder. In retaliation, she launched her ball, hitting your left thigh. This brawl went on for several minutes until you were both too exhausted to carry on. You found yourself laughing with her, the two of you tired and panting. You rested your hands on your knees as you smiled up at her gently, with her returning the smile. "You put up a good fight, but you won't win next time." She remarked before brushing all the snow off her clothes. She then looked around, sighing happily. "Thanks for that. I needed a little cheering up." It took her a moment to elaborate. "My girlfriend and I are going through some rough patches ... But it can't be anything too harsh, right? After all, Christmas can be a bit stressful for people. Especially at her job, where it's busier than normal, so I can't really blame her for being a bit more stubborn than usual." Lena shrugged. You took in her words and tried to imagine yourself in her shoes. You could then see how it must've been rather difficult, dealing with a stressed out partner.

   You began to feel bad for Lena ... Until you snapped out of it and remembered your mission. You remembered that you don't have time to make people happy; your one mission is to destroy Overwatch from the inside out. As she skipped off, you got got that strange feeling again. The feeling that told you that you should hate this women.

   The snowball battle was just a... minor distraction. Plus all that laughter ... and.. "joy".. that was all just a little con, right? ... Right?