Chapter 1
She let out a deep sigh as she sat down on the blue cot, letting out a yawn. It wasn’t even late, only 2am. She had a mission tomorrow but hey, she could probably steal some Mountain Dew from D.Va, or convince Widowmaker to give her some coffee. It wouldn’t exactly be hard. Just a couple words, maybe a threat, maybe not. Regardless, she was getting caffeine tomorrow.
“Calm down. Relaaaax. Take a shower. just chill, watch some videos, maybe play a game. Hack D.Va’s stream…” she trailed off, running a hand through her hair and taking off her purple overcoat, revealing the sleek, practically skintight latex suit underneath it. Same material as D.Va’s, actually. Somehow breathable while still being plastic. She hacked the designs when she was still working for Los Muertos, and Talon manufactured it during her… “transition.”
Sombra got off the cot, heading into the small bathroom accompanying her quarters. She turned on the water remotely, simply dragging her nails gently along the glass. Steaming, way-too-hot water sprayed out of the showerhead, while she examined herself in the mirror. She smirked and posed for an imaginary picture, dragging her long nails against her jawline, cocking her head just slightly.
“Genji would enjoy that…” she chuckled quietly, shaking her head. She found the suits zipper and stripped out of it, with a bit of work being necessary to remove her arms and legs from the tight material. She took out her earrings, and tapped the glass once. The room was practically a sauna now, and she wanted a cold shower.
Angela once commented that her pores were wonderful, prompting a snicker. The woman who used nanobots to make herself look younger was complimenting her looks. That was something you didn’t hear every day.
She unceremoniously stepped in the shower, getting goosebumps as the cold water rushed over her skin. She stretched, letting out a loud yawn as she did so. As the water washed over her hair, it lost its wave and smoothed itself against her back. As she washed her body, she contemplated a few things, namely what she would do when she got out of the shower. Read a book, fiddle with some antique electronics (she had a bucket of old, 2010’s era PC parts. So antiquated, so inefficient.). Maybe do something… fun. People were never cautious enough when taking certain kinds of pictures for their loved ones.
She tapped the glass, with the water temperature rising just slightly. After she threw the hand towel she used for the shower over the glass, she wet her hair again and began to wash it. It was more labor intensive than she’d originally thought when she styled it like this... but it looked goooood. She massaged her scalp, and slowly rinsed out the shampoo before applying conditioner.
After letting it sit and do its job, she rinsed it off as well, and stepped out of the shower. She picked up a dry towel off the floor and rubbed herself dry, before taking a hair dryer to her hair.
“IT IS TWO AM. WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DRYING YOUR HAIR? SOMBRA?!” D.Va thumped the shared wall between Sombra's bathroom and her bedroom. From experimentation, the bathroom wall happened to be the thinnest, and it was directly next to her bedroom. After she… acquired the blueprints for the Watchpoint, Sombra had almost passed out from laughing. Due to the way D.Va had arranged her room, her headboard was less than a foot away from their shared wall.
She was probably trying to sleep.
Sucks, don’t it?
“Oh, calm down chiquita. It’ll be over soon.” Sombra snickered, leading to a muffled scream from the other room and more kicking of their wall. Poor D.Va would have a rough night if she kept it up. After about ten minutes of drying her hair, she determined it was good enough.
The walked into the bedroom, throwing on some old clothes she wouldn’t dare wear outside of her room. It’s not like she was going to wear lingerie to bed. She considered taking a selfie for Tracer, but after some contemplation, she sat down on her bed, deciding against it.
“Pfffftt-” she let out, tapping her fingers together, thinking of what to do. She was simply so bored. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this bored. She wasn’t in the mood to hack into some governmental agency, or to read up on how LumériCo was slowly losing its monopoly on Mexican energy.
She didn’t particularly want to masturbate, although, the more she thought about it, the more she was inclined to. She glanced over at her wardrobe, but then shook her head. She could probably hook up with Genji or Tracer tomorrow after the mission, if they weren’t hiding in the closet and going at it themselves. They always had so much energy. Genji hid it much more, due to his training and meditation, but Tracer was just so bubbly. She was like an over-caffeinated hummingbird. And that lead to some interesting situations when-
‘Jesus, calm down, just watch a video or something.’ She thought to herself, reclining and pulling up a holoscreen. She pulled up some streamer from America, getting some absurd amount of kills in this “Call of Duty” game from the mid 2010’s. Probably Black Ops. They were surprisingly right about the future, ironically enough. Robots trying to take over the world. She sighed, and watched the mind-numbing twitching of his reticle, moving from target to target.
Quickly, she passed out, snoring loudly while she slept.
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A loud bang on her door woke her up, and she groaned. “Gabe, I’ll fucking kill you if you come in here.”
“It’s not Gabe,” A distinctly French voice returned from the other side of the door, while she opened it up and slowly walked inside. The classic purple latex of Widowmaker was replaced with blue today, and he held her rifle in a distinctly relaxed way.
“What the fuck?! Get out of my room!” Sombra exclaimed, having lost her shirt sometime last night. She had bolted straight up once the purple people killer intruded, and wrapped her arms around her breasts to cover herself up.
“Sombra, we have a mission today.” Widowmaker continued, obliviously. “You ha-”
“I know we have a mission today! Me, you, Tracer, Genji, D.Va, and Grandpa Jack! Now, will you get the fuck out of my room!” she insisted, looking at the purple woman with anger in her eyes, while she jerked her head, motioning to the door.
“Twenty minutes. I have coffee in the ship. Get ready.” Widowmaker said, snapping, and then leaving the door open as she sashayed out.
“Jodienda puta.” Sombra hissed, getting up in all her uncovered glory and slamming the door. The hallway was empty, and she wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed.
‘Fucking mission. Fucking bullshit…’ she thought, pulling out another clean latex suit. It was much easier to get on than off, funnily enough. She looked in her closet mirror and adjusted her hair and moved one of the cups within the suit to better support her breast. She’d probably be running around, and didn’t want too much wiggle room. After doing her eyeshadow and putting on some lipstick, she slipped her earrings in. She walked into her bedroom and put on her overcoat, patting the belt to confirm that her teleporters and EMP generators were present. She walked out of her room into the armory, and picked up her Sentinel-00 from a clueless ‘bot.
“How ya doin there, luv?” Tracer’s voice piped up from behind her. Sombra looked around, smirking while she cleaned and loaded her weapon.
“Just fine, chiquita.”
Tracer snapped on the white gauntlets containing her pistols before walking over to the Latina.
“I missed you last night, though. Should have come by…” she chuckled, watching Sombra meticulously check her weapon with her big brown eyes.
Sombra rolled her own eyes, and shook her head. “Sorry, I was very busy. Maybe after the mission, me and you… maybe even Genji…”
“I like the sound of that.” Tracer giggled, gave a half-salute, and blinked out of the room.
Sombra followed suit, walking to the ship rather rapidly. She could practically taste the coffee.
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Sombra let out an incredibly deep sigh as she slid down from her sitting position to a more reclined one. Her hair was a mess, and her lipstick was significantly more than just slightly smudged. There may have been one or two marks beginning to form on her neck. She closed her eyes, and a smirk rested just beyond her lips.
Tracer could be seen walking out of the room, her hair and lipstick similarly disheveled.
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Sombra chuckled as she sat with McCree and Ana. McCree was miserably failing at making tea, and Ana was so confused with what to do with the ground up beans that she looked flat out frightened.
“Are you guys sure you don’t need my help?” she offered, pulling up a ‘how to make loose leaf tea’ search result for McCree, and a similar “How to make French press coffee” search for Ana with a few twitches of her fingers.
They both responded with a horrified “no” in unison, necessitating another laugh from Sombra before she went back to enjoying her dinner. It was habachi night, requiring Genji and Hanzo to work together for once in their lives. It must be nice to have family, even if they had taken “sibling rivalry” to extreme lengths.
Sombra was having some steak and shrimp, while across from her, D.Va ate some vegitarian stew which Zenyatta had prepared. She wasn’t inherently a vegetarian, she just didn’t like Japanese food. Sombra had found proof of some anti-japanese sentiment from some of the young koreans writings while she was searching for the blueprints of the suit. Best not have that one leak, hmm?
Genji and Hanzo were nearing the finale of the show, and Genji was doing one of his favorite bits: Carving a jack-o’-lantern midair with his katana. Everyone in the room stood and applauded, before he and Hanzo bowed, ending the show.
“Sombra, you know, I would love to work with you on some music. You could probably work some of your magic for a new electronic album I’m composing. I’ll email you, alright?” Lucio asked in passing, with a nod and smile coming from the Latina girl.
She supposed that this was as close to family as she’d ever have, at least for now.