Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Amelie LaCroix- Christmas Hit: Part 2 (a)

You made sure that nobody else was snooping around the dimly-lit room.

"What was wrong on that roof?"

"I said, the snowstorm obscured my vision and I didn't want to miss my shot, now leave me alone." She buried her head back into a stack of folders that lay on the surface, each full to the brim of paperwork to fill out and questions to answer about why her target was still alive.

"I have been working with you for years and you have never missed a shot. We have been in the middle of the Sahara Desert during a sand-storm and you didn't miss, there was another reason Widow and it was something to do with that little girl." She slammed the folder she was reading onto the desk but didn't turn to you.

"I said, leave me alone. What part of that do you not fucking understand?" Her hand clenched into a fist, the skin that furled into her palm turned a contrasting white.

"The part where I want you to talk to me, I know you. I know that you would never go against a brief, especially one given to you by Moira." The corners of her eyes slowly welled with tears, something you had never seen happen before, and a larger area of her hands turned pale as she clencher her fists even harder.

"Why can't you just drop it." She wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Because believe it or not I fucking care about you and clearly something about that brief has been fucking with you." She calmed herself down, checked to see that nobody was listening in and unclenched her hands.

"There was just something about his face. He looked... happy."

"We've killed 'happy' people before, only a few months ago a brief told us to take out a middle eastern prince and he had a smile from ear to ear. It has never stopped you before."

"This was different though, he wasn't just happy. He had a shine in his eyes, something that he could have never achieved through money or cars or women. It was a snack and some dodgy artwork to us but to him it must have meant more."

"But you'll never know what that feels like?" She nodded.

"I can't remember anything about my past life but I remember everything after they changed me. I know that I killed my husband and I as I left in blood-soaked clothes I walked past a nursery, full of everything but a child. I know that I always wanted a child, to be linked to something in this world by something that can never be broken. I know that I can never have a child and I also know that I couldn't take that shot. I know that I will never feel the joy that he felt and just for that moment, I felt human again."

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