"Hiya! You've reached Lena 'Tracer' Oxton. Sorry I can't get to ya at the moment, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"

You threw your phone against the wall and you ran a hand through your hair. You've tried all day to reach Lena. You've sent so many messages and calls that she had to have blocked your number by now.

It was midday and you still remained in Lucio's apartment. The only thing that stopped you from seeking out an angry Lena was the unknown. You had no clue where to go. The two obvious locations she'd be are Gibraltar and London. If she'd wanted to be isolated from everyone, she'd be in London. If she needed to talk out with the other agents, she'd go to Gibraltar.

You were hoping it wasn't the latter. You really didn't like the idea of Lena giving her perspective of the mission to all the other agents. Almost on cue, you see another call from Winston on your now slightly cracked phone. You reluctantly pick it up and answer it.

"Hello"

"Oh thank god you're ok. What on Earth happened. I see all over the news that the prime minister is dead. I was worried something was wrong"

"Yeah I'll explain later. Is Lena there with you?"

"What? No why. Did something happen?"

"No she just wanted me to ask you that to see your reaction"

Winston sighed relieved "I swear that girl is trying to give me a heart attack. Do you need anything?"

"No we should be good. We'll be there as soon as we can"

"Ok I'll await your arrival. Goodbye"

You hung up the phone and stared at your wallpaper for a few moments. It was the picture Lena took when she stole your phone (the first time) all that time ago. The picture of her giving you a kiss on the cheek while you blushed. Gazing into the picture motivated you and you hurriedly made your way out the door.

Your head still hurt badly, probably a concussion, but that didn't stop you. Your foot still caused you to limp, it slowed you down, but did not stop you. You had dry blood all over your face and in your hair as well as your shoe. It was uncomfortable and you regret not taking a shower before you left.

After what seemed like hours, you made it to the location of the aircraft you had summoned the night before. You boarded it and set a course to London. If Lena wasn't there, then you had no clue where you'd go. You couldn't go back to Gibraltar without her. And you really didn't want to retell the mission. How could you tell them that Widowmaker kissed you but you didn't exactly resist the most you could've. You kicked yourself for letting yourself be defeated by the French woman.

You had a long ride to think about everything. What you'd say and what you'd do to persuade her to believe you. You took out your phone and stared at the wallpaper again. Then you looked at your photos. More than half of them are pictures of you and Lena. You scrolled through them, looking at all her goofy faces, her cute poses, and her bright smiles.

It was one thing for the little ray of sunshine to become distraught from something you couldn't prevent, but it was another for her to be like that because of you. You sighed and stood up to grab a roll of gauze. You cleaned up some of the blood with a water bottle you had, then wrapped your foot. You were no Angela, but it would suffice. You dozed off again, hoping it would make your head feel better.

"...And then I saw him kiss her! I saw with my own eyes, Ange" Lena told the doctor over the phone from her apartment. She sat on her bed holding her knees while she spoke with Angela, seeking some sort of cadence. Lena always turned to the motherly figure for comfort or guidance when things didn't go her way.

"Are-Are you sure that's what you saw Lena?"

"Yes! I'm positive. Why are you defending him anyway? You're supposed to be on my side"

"This doesn't seem like something (your name) would do. I've seen how much you two love each other. I don't think he'd do such a thing"

"Well you think wrong. I hate him and I never want to see his stupid face again"

"Lena come on now, I think you're overreacting. Plus, he's one of the best agents to come to Overwatch, we can't just make him leave"

Lena bit her lip. She hated it when Angela didn't agree with her. "Whatever, Ange. Do me a favor and don't tell anyone about this conversation"

"Do you need anything, dear? Do you want me to come over there?"

"No Angela I'm fine." She lied. She really wanted Angela to come to her apartment and comfort her. Angela could hold her while they watched a movie, then she could make the two of them dinner, and she'd always know what to say. Lena's pride stopped her from asking. The two said bye to each other and they hung up

Lena sighed and lightly banged her head against the wall behind her. Her head still hurt due to a late night drinking session last night.

Now she was all alone in her apartment and She hated it, it reminded her of her chronal disassociation. She looked on her phone and saw all the texts and calls from you. The she looked at her own wallpaper she had. It was a picture of her holding up two fingers with a large smile in the foreground and you were in the back mimicking her pose. Part of her wanted to forgive you. She wanted you back in her life. But then she reminded herself what she saw atop that roof in Numbani. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists around the phone and closed her eyes.

For the most part, the tears have since dissipated. What remained was sorrow, disappointment, frustration, and aggravation. That's not to say she hasn't been crying as of late. For example, the night before, she had another nightmare and she woke up to no one to comfort her. Needless to say, Lena had a long long night, and she thought it was all your fault.

"What did you do"

A text from Angela read. Words can't express how much you don't want to respond to this text. Angela was too kind and compassionate to disappoint, yet this text seemed just that: disappointed. You can imagine the caring medic saying this in such a tone. I wonder who else Lena told you thought. Great, just more explaining yourself.

"I'll explain later. It's not what you think"

The ship landed, of course, outside the city of London. You weren't looking forward to making that Trek through the streets. You rubbed your head then took some painkillers before leaving.

You somewhat knew where you were going from your visits here, but a lot of the streets and buildings were just a blur in your memory. You made your way slowly, passing through the slums and past the more luxurious houses and buildings. You see all the graffiti that put omnics down with rude phrases. Then you saw the large erected monument of Mondatta as well as the fancier lifestyles. You knew what her apartment and a few blocks surrounding looked like, but getting there might be a problem.

Eventually you resorted to bringing up a holographic map of the city from on your phone. You scolded yourself saying that you should've known where that was. So, slowly you made your way to the apartment building. As you approached, you realized where you were and pieced together the streets you came from, getting a better understanding of London.

You saw the light was off in Lena's window on the top floor. You had some doubt, but you still made your way up to the door. You took a deep breath and knocked on it once. Twice. Thrice. Nothing, no sounds of movement nor voices. You began to wonder if she was even in London. No, she had to be, if not at Gibraltar. So you figured that since she knew her way around London much better than you, she was somewhere she could find comfort.

You made your way back down to the streets and began to wonder for a little while, keeping note of all the turns you made. You came across a bar and decided to go in for a quick drink. Probably not the best decision, but fuck it. You entered and took a seat at the bar close to a wall. You listened to all the loud, drunken conversations and rolled your eyes. You told the bartender what you wanted and he filled up a glass quickly. You thanked him and as he was walking away, you got his attention.

"Have you seen a young woman by the name of Lena Oxton around here. Short spiky hair, about this tall, big glowing thing on her chest" you asked, hoping he may know

"Lena? Yeah of course I have. I love that totty! She came in last night real messed up in the head. She went on and on about a lad that cheated on her. I had to get someone to take the poor lass home she got so drunk." you tensed at the thought of Lena sending herself into a drunken stupor because of you. "Say...you kinda look like the bloke she described...You are aren't you! You damn bastard, why'd you do it?" The bartender's voice raised

"I don't have to explain myself to you" Your voice raised as well, but you still remained relatively calm

The bartender whistled over to a group of larger men who were drinking together. "Lads, this is the wankah Lena was talking about"

You continued to sip on your drink while the thugs set their drinks down and surrounded you. They started insulting and verbally harassing you. You still looked forward and drank your drink, predicting the inevitable violence to come. On a normal circumstance, you'd try to prevent any fighting in a public setting, but this late evening was different, you were aggravated and stressed. These goons were nothing but that, brutes who have no clue how to fight. So you did what any other frustrated trained field agent would do: wait for them to lay a finger on you.

"Hey buddy! I'm talking to y-Ahhhh!"

One man tried to put a hand on your shoulder, but you grabbed his wrist and twisted it. You cracked your neck and stood up with a smirk. Another one tried to throw a punch while you had the man's arm on lock, you quickly turned him in the direction of the punch. The punch landed right on his twisted arm, snapping it instantly. He screamed out in pain and the man who threw the punch was shocked.

You kicked the broken armed man into the one who punched him. Both collapsed to the ground and the three others tried to gang up on you. You dodged all their grapples, kicks, and punches and you returned them back quicker and harder. All eyes were on the fight and the bartender got progressively more nervous as he realized what the outcome was. Delivering the final blows, you stared down at the 5 groaning bodies satisfied.

You took a deep breath and turned to the bartender who was scared out of his mind. You downed the rest of your drink and threw some money on the bar. You exited the building without another word.

That was a good stress reliever. You felt calmer now and you could think clearly, well, as clearly as you could with a concussion. You weighed your options and returned to Lena's apartment. You knocked on the door a couple times again and still nothing. You quickly made your way to the streets again and looked up to her balcony that overlooked London. You shook your head not really wanting to do what you had in mind. You then shook your injured foot and took another deep breath

You recalled all the lessons you've been taught by Genji and you began climbing up the side of the apartment building. With just a few slips, you managed to make your way to the top with practically one foot. You caught your breath by gazing across the night sky of the city. You briefly went over your lines, what you planned to say to the woman you held close to your heart.

The lights were still off, but where else would she be? Hopefully this tough climb to the top was not in vain, lest you wasted time and energy. You were about to knock on the door but then stopped yourself. If she was here the whole time, then she didn't answer the door. Why would she open the door now?

So, you broke the lock on the door and entered. There was a yelp from Lena who was sitting in mostly darkness on the couch watching TV at a low volume. She quickly stood up to look at the intruder. Your eyes met each other's and you both remained still for a few moments, neither of you knowing what to say. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying. She still had on her normal battle outfit. Her expression was blank, but you looked at her apologetically

"Lena I-" You began but stopped yourself when you noticed she took a step back as you took one forwards to her. There was more silence between you two before Lena turned her back towards you with her arms crossed.

"Lena, it wasn't what you thought" You finally manage to say. It hurt you that she couldn't even look at you

"Sod off (your name). I have nothing to say to you" she raised her hand as if to wave you away

"Well I have something to say to you. You never even gave me a chance to explain myself"

"I don't need an explanation. I saw you kiss that-that witch" her voice was rising

"No you didn't. You saw her kiss me. There's a big difference"

"She told me everything. Like how you flirted with her then snogged her"

You scoffed "You mean to tell me you're like this because of something Widowmaker told you?" she remained looking away from you. "How could you be so naive, Lena?" she still remained silent. "So you're telling me you trust a Talon agent over the man you love?"

Finally, she turned around to face you. "I don't love you. I hate you. You lied to me and I was stupid to believe you actually did love me"

Ouch. That one stung...a lot. You were stunned at the harsh comment. You tried to think of something to say back. You opened your mouth a few times and then closed it. Lena stared at you with fire in her big brown eyes behind her orange tinted goggles.

"Go away (your name)" She said quietly after having enough silence, no emotion in her voice.

"I do love you. Have I ever lied to you?" you match her volume, responding to her previous statement. While she was thinking about it, you took a few steps toward her.

"Get away from me" you ignored her and kept walking towards her, now about a foot away from her. "I said get away!" She yelled and suddenly she pulled out one of her pulse pistols and pointed it at your head

With this you stopped dead in your tracks and went wide eyed. She figured you this much of a threat that she felt the need to draw her weapon. It hurt sure and were you shocked? Yes, you didn't know she was this hurt. Were you scared? No, you knew that Lena couldn't pull the trigger. You didn't know why you knew, but you did. You looked at her and saw that her eyes were glistening from tears welling up. You stared through the barrel of the small gun and looked back to her. Then you turned your head away, thinking of something to persuade the stubborn woman. She was so close to breaking down, you could tell.

Quickly, you pushed away her gun with the back of your hand. Before she could react, you pulled her by her waist close to you and kissed her passionately. Initially she tried to shove you away, but your hold on her was more than she could handle. She frowned at you while you kissed her as she hit you and clawed at you, trying to get you to let go of her. After a struggle to hold the squirmy woman while you kissed her soft lips, the tension in Lena's muscles dissipated. She slowly closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around your neck as she accepted your dire attempt to make her believe you.

After a long kiss between you two, you broke apart slowly and stared at each other, gasping for air after the long contact. Then Lena slapped you across the face

"Never kiss another girl"

"I-"

"Shut up"

She cut you off by pulling you into another kiss, almost matching the length and intensity of the first. After, you looked at her and held her chin up with one hand, making her stare at you

"Look at me. You have to trust me for now on ok? I love you, never forget that"

As you told her this, her eyes began watering again. She moved herself close into your torso and muffled her cries with your shirt while hugging you tightly. You could feel her head nod against your chest. Then she wrapped her legs around your waist and pulled herself up to your face

"I'm sorry *kiss* I'm sorry *kiss* I'm sorry *kiss* I'm sorry *kiss* I didn't mean what I said luv, honest. I do love you. I'm so sorry..."

She put her head on your shoulder while you held her. You then held her head and rubbed it gently, smiling. After a long embrace, you set her down. You raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. She looked at you curiously

"Wot?"

"You told Angela about everything?"

She looked away and scowled. "I told her not to say anything"

"and everyone at the bar?"

She made a small gasp and covered her mouth while blushing. "No I- it's just- they didn't..." you laughed at her inability to explain herself. "They didn't hurt you did they? They said they would" she asked worried.

You just raised an eyebrow at her. "What happened?" she asked

"Well...one has a broken arm I know that" you said confidently

Her jaw dropped "(your name)! You did not!"

"Hey they started it. I just wanted a drink"

She sighed. Then she looked at your head and squinted her eyes. She felt the back of your head and went wide eyed when she realized there was blood

"Luv, we have to get you to Ange!" you just laughed. "It's not funny! You're hurt, look!" she held up her now bloodied hand

You grabbed her shoulders and looked at her with a smile "I'm fine."

"No you're not let's go" She grabbed your arm and began pulling it to the door. She stopped once you planted your feet and she couldn't get you to move.

"Oh come on. Ange will patch you right up"

"I don't need a doctor's diagnosis to know I have a concussion"

Her jaw dropped again "A concussion?!"

You cursed to yourself, scolding you for telling her that. Lena always needs to help everyone; why would you be any different.

"Well I'm going to get a shower. Are you coming?" you asked, changing the subject

It was more of a rhetorical question because you didn't stop to hear her answer. She still held your arm and tried to get you to stop walking away from her. She dug her feet into the ground, pulling you with all her might, but you just kept going forward with little effort, for 'all her might' was not much compared to yours.

When Lena realized it was futile, she actually did want to join you. She was reluctant about it, but she did. When you two undressed and she noticed your wrapped up foot, she made her shocked expression again and pointed at it.

"Wot is that?!"

You looked down and groaned, not wanting her to freak out again "It's just a flesh wound. Don't worry about it"

Then she grabbed your jaw and turned it so she could see your cheek. She just noticed the long cut down it. "And wot's this" she asked touching the mark

You grabbed her small wrists and set them away from your face. You let go and jumped in the hot shower. Lena stood there with her hands on her hips with a frown.

"You are so stubborn. You need medical help don't you know th-"

You shushed her by pulling her into the shower with a kiss. When you broke apart, she remained silent. The rest of the time in the rejuvenating water, Lena kept checking all your wounds. You tried to push her away, but she'd just check a different one. She'd blink behind you and jump on your back and inspect the mark on your head. Once, she tricked you by giving you a hug, then she checked your head and you promptly told her that it was ok

Eventually the compassionate Brit gave up on trying to tell you that you needed a doctor. After the shower, your head felt a little better, but it still hurt badly. She lead you up to the rooftop and you two sat on the edge, looking at the nightlife in London as well as the stars. You sat in silence for a while, admiring the beautiful view. She rested her head on your shoulder as she kicked her dangling legs back-and-forth. Suddenly, Lena let out a small and quiet laugh

"What?" you asked

She sighed "You know, if you would've told me a year ago that I am going to fall in love with you, I would've just laughed in your face"

You laughed "Oh yeah?"

She laughed with you "Yeah. When I first met you, sure I thought you were cute but I had no interest in you. I just like flirting, it's fun. Even the first time we shagged it was just because I was uhhh...how do I put this... I was just feeling a little randy"

You laughed at her slang "What?"

"You know I was just...feeling it..." you shook your head, still not understanding what she meant

"Bloody hell. I was horny!" You laughed and nodded, finally understanding "Anyway, after spending some time with you, I realized how sweet and funny and confident...and sexy you were and I don't know. Somewhere along the way I just fell for ya... Wot about you. Why do you love me?"

You smiled at her point of view. "Oh I don't love you. I love Widowmaker" you joked

She punched your arm and you laughed "But really, everyone has a crush on the Tracer from Overwatch. Honestly, I'm kinda glad it was my building that Talon attacked and that you needed a place to stay and you chose to follow me home. I was excited for you to stay. But I thought that you were just a pretty face with a cute voice. I was happy to know that you were just like it seemed to be. That you are energetic, playful, and happy. But also caring, determined, and confident. So really, I fell in love quickly I guess"

"Awwww. You're so sweet. Come here" She pulled your head down and gave you a kiss

After staring at the city of London for a while, you grew curious "Lena, where'd you grow up"

Lena bit her cheek, looking around for the spot. "Riiiiiight over there" she pointed to the darkened area of the city that had run down and old buildings and apartments. The area that was full of alleys and graffitied walls all about, the slums of London. You frowned and wondered how she went from a shitty place like that to a successful agent that helped saved the world. You opened your mouth to ask her but then closed it, thinking it would be a little too personal of a question.

"I know what you're thinking luv. And yes it was as bad as it looks... Well, I never knew my dad, he left before I was born. And my Mum was either drunk or on drugs, but somehow I always managed to make the most of it. Naturally, I got with a bad group of friends who had lives similar to mine. We'd skip school to steal stuff or vandalize. Some of them would do drugs but I never wanted to. Of course, we didn't know any better. This one time we learned how to hotwire cars and we stole a bunch from some snobby rich people. They caught us and well you probably don't really care"

"No no no. You can't just stop a story right when it gets good. Finish it. I want to know"

She giggled then sighed "Well the bluebottles caught us and gave us two options: military or jail. Most of them chose the slammer because they hated living in this country and they didn't want to help them. I was scared of going to jail, so I joined the military. There I realized how much I loved being a pilot, and I just wanted to be the best in the country. I guess Overwatch noticed it and they asked me to test out a new jet that could travel through time, and well...you know the rest"

You stared off, thinking about Lena's story. It amazed you that she went through hell and she's still a bubbly and fun-loving woman. Then you wrapped an arm around her, figuring it was hard to relive those times

"Lookie" she held up her phone and showed you a picture of her when she was young, about 16. Her hair was dyed pink and one side was shaved. She wore a studded leather jacket and black and white striped leggings. You laughed at how punk and rebellious she looked and she laughed with you.

The rest of the clear night, you two stared at the sky, lying on your backs. You pointed out different stars and constellations to her while she listened in awe. There was also a kiss here and there while the two of you snuggled together on the roof. Then a yawn emerged from her, it was adorable as always and it never got old

"Tell me a story" she ordered

You thought for a little and you made up a story that was an allegory for your life and how you became successful. By the time you were done, she was fast asleep curled up in your arm. You smiled and figured you were tired as well. You picked her up and took her to the apartment and into the bed and set her down gently. You admired how cute she looked while she sleeps before getting in with her. When you laid down next to her, she turned to face you and held you, most likely she was only half asleep. Regardless, you pulled her closer to you and the two of you slept soundly with one another

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