An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Overwatch
Relationships: Ouihaw (Widowmaker/Ashe), Amélie Lacroix (Widowmaker) & Angela Ziegler (Mercy)
Rating: T+
Wordcount: 31,091 (8 chapters, complete)
Doctor Ziegler is in need of protection from Talon, or so the favour for a favour goes. Amélie's played it out in her head: Deadlock has reach, and means. She'll be on her way in a few days. Simple.
Angela tries to understand. Ashe is jealous. Amélie remembers.
As they say, no favour is ever easy.
It's something Amélie knows well, but not like this.
There's so many little things about Ashe, that tell her it. Pinched fingers on paler skin. Swallowed demands that persist as weighted exhales. The coil of her hand as it lapses along her brow, pulse drumming its beat in her wrists. Every muscle tensed, like maybe she'll snap; that the nearest thing will take the brunt of her scorn, her fury, and that's her.
She's doing a middling job at keeping it at bay but the observation almost breaks her and Ashe shakes her head in defiance, now somewhat aimless.
That's familiar, even if the rest isn't.
"I don't understand why you're not," Ashe says, forcibly calm but still not looking at her, each word very deliberate and careful. "I mean— I know why."
They're out by the ravine. What's left of the train tracks frayed at their feet. Surrounded by canyon on all sides and the slither of mist covering the impossible, never-ending probable fall into the abyss, where one step is all it would take.
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