WidowTracer (An Unexpected Christmas Present)

Chapter 1: A Winter Night

It's the winter season in Kings Row, but the cold breeze in the night didn't bother her at all. In fact, she couldn't even tell how cold it was outside while standing atop Big Ben. What used to be a lustful memory for her in her assassin days for Talon, is now nothing more but a regretful place that she only hopes to make amends for the pain and suffering that one shot had caused. 

Widowmaker, standing in the low light of the Big Ben Clock Tower, looked down at and across Kings Row, venturing her sights onto a particular apartment unit while holding a small wrapped present in her hands. She pondered the question of whether she should even repel down and approach the door across the city that she had laid her eyes on for so many months after her "reawakening" in Nepal.

"This is stupid, she would proably just try to kill me if I showed up" Widowmaker thought to herself. "I should just go..." 

She began to walk to the other side of the clock tower getting ready to leave Kings Row, this time once and for all. However, mid walk she stopped herself, and remembered what one of her old "enemies" once said to her a long time ago.

"Heroes never die" 

Widdomaker remembered what It was like to be one of those "heros", before Talon abducted her and transformed her into what she had become that is. It was not too long after her "reawakening" in Nepal that she started to remember... some of her lost memories, one of which brought her here. She had to be careful to hide her emotions from Talon during that period, waiting for the perfect time to escape.

"I was once... a hero... so... I never really died... right?" Widdowmaker asked aloud.

With that realization, she found the courage to do what she wanted for seven months. Instead of walking back to the other side of Big Ben, she sprinted, she sprinted faster than she had ever sprinted before. When her foot was on the edge, she jumped, her jump turning into a free fall heading straight for the ground. 

While in her free fall, Widow used her famous grappling-hook to hook herself onto another building, pulling her into a swinging motion over the main streets of Kings Row. She retracted her hook on her up-swing and landed on the roof of some townhomes in the area and started to sprint across them towards her destination. 

"Too late to turn back now" She said with a slight smile while sprinting across rooftops.

Widow took step after step, leap after leap, approaching closer and closer to the apartment she had a fear of visiting for seven months. She traversed rooftop after rooftop and alley after alley with utter eagerness and determination in her step until she finally reached the spot directly across from the apartment that would change her life forever, for better or for worse. Her excitement and fear both canceling each other out in her mind only to make way for the hope she currently has.

Widow was indeed deeply hopeful that her thoughts at that moment would soon become a reality. That "she" would be able to forgive her for everything that she had done in the past. Widow thought about how nice it would be, to look into "her" eyes and hopefully be accepted for who she is today, and not who she was months ago. 

"Please... accept me... I'm sorry..." Widow hoped.

She soon came to a halt and stood on a flat section of the roof that she was traversing, where someone had apparently set up a small table with two small chairs that were now covered in snow. Widow thought the set-up of furniture like this was strange for being on top of the roof, but then she thought of how much people like to get away from their lives and understood the placement of it all.

Widow looked down at the small second story apartment, the stairs leading up to the front door still had last night's snowfall covering them, and there was only one vehicle in the small driveway. But the lights were on inside the apartment, and music could be heard faintly from the unit, so someone had to be home. Widow only hoped that the person home was the correct someone that she wanted, no,... needed to see.

"Now or never" she said.

Widow leaped from the roof where she was currently standing, across a small alleyway, landing on the front porch area of her destination. There, she stood only a few inches from the door that was on her mind for so long. Her heart was... racing... her body... was getting nervous... Widowmaker was going through changes for sure.

"So, this is what that feels like..." she whispered. "The butterflies..."

Widow took a hand out from underneath the present she was holding ever so closely to her body, raised it up to the door while making a fist, and knocked three times, letting the occupant inside know that there was someone at the door. She stood there for what felt like an eternity for her, everything was quiet, she could only hear the sound of her breath in the cold winter night.

The music was turned down after Widow knocked, and footsteps could be heard from inside as they approached the front door. Widow stood there, her body shaking, but not from the freezing weather outside that was winter in Kings Row. The lock that held the door shut could be heard unlocking followed by the chain lock sliding across it's latch. As the door opened, the light from the apartment shined bright onto the snow outside.

"Who's there at a time like this?" Said the woman from inside the apartment opening her front door.

But when she opened her door to greet the person on the other side, Widow was already gone, and she was looking at nothing but the winter air outside. But Widow unknowingly left something of hers behind.