Living In A Lie (WidowReaper) (On Hold)

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I love playing OW, and I love so many of the characters🥰. But here's another chapter up for you all💖. WARNING SOME MATURE CONTENT, (TRIGGER WARNINGS)
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The sun peaked through the window, revealing a woman changing into a tight purple suit. It hugged her curves tightly, showing off her body.

Putting on a long trench coat, she placed her visor in her weapon suitcase along with her venom mines, ammo, and weapon. Her long hair held tightly in a ponytail.

Taking her bags with her, she met her boss and partner at their landing pad. She sighed tiredly due to not getting any sleep in the last two days. A pulsing headache ran through her head.

Acting as though nothing was wrong, she took her seat in Talons private plane. Her bags already put away. She turned away looking out the small window, shutting her eyes to atleast get some rest.

"Tired Widow?" Doom asked with a sly grin, Widow growled under her breath. Opening her eyes, "Of course not." Looking at him and rolling her eyes.

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They landed in London on a private run way, Widow stepped out first, grabbing her things and waiting for the boys inside the limo.

They immediately followed suit, Widow sat as far away from the door as possible. Undoing her coat, because the limo had the heater on.

Reaper always had some type of mask on or atleast something that covered half his face. She agreed that he was attractive but she wouldn't dare sleep with a partner, she bite her lip, deep in thought.

Doom noticed this and decided to break the silence.

He moved to grab a champagne bottle, and three glasses. He opened it up, spraying all over the place, Widow flinched from the champagne, and Reaper grumbled under his breath as Doom just laughed.

Filling the glasses with as much champagne for everyone. "Come on. We're in London! Doesn't mean we can't enjoy it!" He met Widows gaze when he emphasized the word enjoy. Widow felt a shiver run up her spine as she raised her eyebrows.

Reaper noticed the exchange, his nails sinking into his gloved hand. He felt jealousy when he shouldn't, it doesn't mean anything, he told himself. Doom nudged his shoulder as he offered him the glass, to which Reaper just declined.

Doom shrugged, offering the champagne to Widow. She had to scoot closer to Reaper to grab ahold of the glass. Her thigh brushing with his, she felt electricity shoot through her, and when that happened she accidentally spilled the champagne on her chest.

Widow inhaled sharply as the glass shattered in pieces. "Merde!" She cursed at herself for being so clumsy. Picking up the pieces of glass, and placing them on the table.

Doom offered his handkerchief, eyeing her problem. She looked down her chest and started cleaning herself off. Doom cleared his throat, "There's still another glass." He placed the glass right in front of her.

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After that awkward incident, they made it to their lavish hotel. Widow already had her coat wrapped around her tightly as she got eyes from people around her.

She showed no emotion as they reached the front desk, Doom handling all of the necessary things. Doom handed Reaper the key to our room, the employees taking our bags up to our rooms.

"This is for both of you and I will be next door." Doom gave them a grin, as the employees started putting their bags into each of their rooms. "Widow please come to my room before you sleep, I have important matters to discuss with you." His face turned serious.