Overwatch'd teaser

“Cocoa?”

Amèlie blinked, jarred from her long moment of silent introspection, her golden eyes having gone distant some time ago. Since the... incident, last week, since Sombra’s betrayal and the weakening of the stranglehold Talon had on the mind of the assassin known as the Widowmaker, everything had been different. Abandoning the mission, fraternizing with Overwatch, and actively resisting her conditioning had made Amèlie an official enemy of Talon, and since that night on the rooftop she’d been hunted by the organization she’d once worked for. Typical.

This, infuriatingly enough, had driven her directly into the open arms of Overwatch, even if Amèlie had yet to officially participate in any of their missions. Over the past week, the sterile white walls of Overwatch HQ had become home. She was on a short leash, but not as short as Talon might have extended in such a situation. And for certain members of this legion of do-gooders, specifically Tracer, Widowmaker was already being accepted as a part of the family.

“You don’t want it to get cold, do you?” Mei’s smile was infuriatingly warm to someone who had felt the intense chill of her weapon. Still, Amèlie reached out wordlessly to take the cup with both hands, offering a narrow, forced smile of her own before sipping from the massive mug. The cool nights had faded to the beginnings of winter almost overnight as September had started to set in, and outside the window of the facility was a blanket of snow that welcomed the dispelling effects of a warm drink.

The chinese girl watched for a moment, her smile widening in anticipation of some kind of reaction before finally faltering. “Well... enjoy!” she said, scooting backwards and going to fix a cup for herself. With the amount of sweaters being worn around this place, one would think it was already Christmas -- still, the feeling of companionship, even if Widowmaker didn’t respond to it particularly well, was... comforting. These people felt like a family, a family that Amèlie hadn’t been able to have. A family that had been taken from her, what felt like so long ago.

“Why the long face, luv?” The whoosh of displaced air and time beside her was so well-known to Widowmaker that she didn’t even physically register Tracer’s arrival beside her.

“I’m... not,” Amèlie replied awkwardly, casting her eyes sidelong at the adorable british girl sitting beside her on the couch. The main lobby of the Overwatch headquarters was a great place to people-watch, but a horrendous place to not get disturbed by anyone who came along. What she wouldn’t do for a sniper’s nest. “I’m just--”

The assassin was cut off as a snowball zipped past her head from the opened front gate, heading in Lena’s direction -- though the agent deftly dodged it. “Oh, you cheeky bugger!” Tracer called out, abandoning the couch and speeding towards the door, where Reinhardt stood guard, a massive snowball in each hand. Shifting slowly backwards, he tossed one ball, then another, missing both times as Tracer ran circles around him, gathering snow projectiles of her own. Behind them, Widowmaker could see other members of the team laughing and playing -- but the sounds were shut off as the door swung closed. Then it was just her, alone in the lobby, looking down into a cup of hot chocolate she’d only taken one sip from.

Grumbling lowly under her breath, the sniper stood, taking another sip from her mug before setting it beside her. Nothing left for her here, and she definitely didn’t feel enough at ease with the rest of the team to go out and join the snowball fight. This did, however, provide a solid (and opportunity) to explore the facility out from beneath watchful eyes. Not like she provided any real threat, anyway -- she’d been disarmed upon going into this glorified witness protection program, her rifle, goggles, and other such toys confiscated and hidden away somewhere. It might be useful, though, to know exactly where that somewhere was.

Straightening the front of her suit and conspicuously rearranging the wedgie she’d been silently enduring for some time, the frenchwoman slipped out of the central lobby and towards the back hallways of the Overwatch HQ.