Chapter 2
Sombra yawned, stretching out on her bed before she fell asleep. Tonight she decided to forgo the shirt all together, and to simply fall asleep topless. She wasn’t expecting company, as Tracer and Genji were both on a mission to Hanamura. Rumors had it, but Sombra knew, that a neo-Shimada clan was forming from the ashes that Genji had engineered years ago, and the two were sent to scout it out. But that wasn’t important. She knew they’d survive. They always did. What did matter was the nearly silent pitter patter of footsteps outside her door, before the door slid open.
Sombra pulled up her sheets, looking in utter fury at the purple-skinned intruder.
“GET. THE FUCK. OUT,” she snarled, looking as if she might kill Widowmaker.. The sniper only glanced down disdainfully at Sombra, and continued her saunder forward.
“I was wondering something… about Lena,” Widowmaker responded, shutting the door and sitting down on a stool nearby. She looked utterly disinterested in Sombra; like she was a nuisance instead of the occasional allies they had become.
“I don’t care if you were wondering about fucking computers! This is the second time in a week that you’ve barged into my room, with me topless. Get. Out.” Sombra said, wondering how fast it would take her to strangle the sniper from her vantage point. But the top... damn.
“Sombra, listen. I do not care about your tits, or about you in general.” Widowmaker cruelly said. “I am here to ask about Lena. If you want, you can put a shirt or something on.” Widowmaker responded, still looking utterly disinterested and neutral, however there was a hint of what seemed to be anger in her eyes.
Sombra let out a deep sigh. Best way to kill spiders was with honey. “What is the question?”
“Are she and Genji… together?”
Time practically stopped for Sombra. She had to be joking. It took almost all of her energy not to burst out laughing, but a grin quickly spread from ear to ear, no matter how hard she tried to shove it back.
“Uhhh… what?” Sombra asked, feigning ignorance.
“Lena and Genji. Are they… involved with one another?” Widowmaker said again, leaning forward slightly, annoyed.
“I don’t think so… why, amiga?” Sombra said, holding the sheet to her chest, but more interested in the conversation than she’d originally expected.
“They’ve simply been spending a lot of time together recently… I’m not too sure how to feel about it.” Widowmaker said, her voice giving a hint of… was that jealousy? Oooooooooooh.
“Well, aside from the massive crush on her, which you have that everyone knows about.... nothing you can really do about it,” Sombra said teasingly, while also attempting to tell her the truth.
Briefly, a hint of anger was able to be seen on widowmakers face. Aside from the fact that she only got hungry about once a week, anger was one of the only emotions that Widowmaker displayed. “I see that you will not be of much help.” Widow stated, before standing up straight.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Or, better yet, how about we talk to Tracer together when she gets back, eh? What do you say, amiga?” Sombra said, threat resting smugly on her lips.
Widowmaker walked to the door, before nodding just slightly, and leaving without a look back.
“W-wait, get back here, I wasn’t finished with you!” Sombra stuttered, leaping out of bed. She yelled as the purple back turned the corner, leaning out the door frame. Widowmaker didn’t turn around, and Sombra tsked her lips, before turning around. A certain Dr. Zeigler, coming out of her doorway, had paused in the motion of locking her door. She looked Sombra in the eyes, then the breasts, then the eyes again, before blushing profusely and ducking back into her room. The door slammed shut to an empty hallway.
‘Poor girl, I’ll have to explain that tomorrow morning… maybe.’
And with that thought, Sombra laid down on her bed again, turned out the lights, and fell asleep.