(No real WidowTracer. It's mostly sad Tracer drowning angst. and I honestly don't know how I wrote this in a day.)

The tar-black sea water seeped into Tracer's wounds causing them to sting and burn. She tried to swim to the surface, but the more she tried the more energy she lost. She kept sinking, kept falling, losing hope.

The stillness as she descended deeper into the depths was almost calming in some way, the blood loss made her dizzy along with the chill of the water. Angela should have been here by now, she thought to herself as she exhaled for the last time. She watched the bubbles of her previous breath playing like young dogs being let out to run.

As she inhaled a breath filled with salt water, her life flashed before her eyes; she saw her friends who she considered her second family, Amèlie who she loved before Talon turned her into Widowmaker and still did, everything she had fought for to make the world better for everyone was for nothing as she let go of the last bit of hope for rescue.

The navy blue sea always seems like tar at night, stars and moonlight are eaten by the dark twisting water not wanting to let go of the people it has claimed. And Tracer is its latest victim.