Black Widow

"When I was a girl, I had a fear of spiders. I was told they felt no emotion. That their hearts never beat. But I know the truth. At the moment of the kill, they are never more alive." Indie Widowmaker/Amélie Lacroix from Overwatch.

[mykindofjustice-blog]

“Run, mon cher, as fast as you can.”

“Whut have I dun to yeh lady?” he asked, a bit of a glare evident under the wide brim of his hat.

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

mykindofjustice:

The cowboy noticed the slight change in tone and frowned. He stopped playing and looked over. Her whole new demeanor alarmed him. He moved closer to her. “Ye’ve gone soft?” He muttered, more to himself than her. He thought this woman didnt know emotion, but she was clearly distressed.

She heard him move toward her but she didn’t look his way. One look at her face would tell that this was not the assassin, this was not Widowmaker. Tears were staining her face from the memory of her past. The once cobweb buried ballerina had shown herself yet again. Amelie was staring straight ahead of her as she lie there shaking from her silent cries.

[failedheir]

“Let me go.”

     Hanzo kept his bow where it was, using it to pin her against the wall. “Now why would I want to do that?” He might still be a newer member of Overwatch, but she was the enemy.

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

failedheir:

     The Archer gave a small scoff. “Your words mean nothing to me. Many have tried to kill me, none have succeeded. You will not be a special case.” In any case it was likely better to knock her out so someone could interrogate her. Not that he thought she’d ever tell them anything, but it was worth a shot.

“We shall see, mon cher. I am not like them after all.~” She said, smirk still on her face. Widowmaker shifted her harsh grip to his arm and lifted her knee sharply. She aimed for his side in an attempt to free herself from his grip.

[artbytesslyn]

They forgot us, and so we gave them violence.

More Amelie/ Widowmaker duality. Idk, Amelie has a lot of reasons to be angry.

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[mykindofjustice-blog]

“Run, mon cher, as fast as you can.”

“Whut have I dun to yeh lady?” he asked, a bit of a glare evident under the wide brim of his hat.

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

mykindofjustice:

It could have been spite that helped carry the cowboy through more of the melody, and internal laugh at her irritation now. He looked up to the music, continuing to follow it. 

“S-Stop! Please!” She squeezed her eyes shut. Her cringing soon turned to shaking. The anger on her face turned to sorrow. The woman turned on her side to face away from the man and curled her legs to her chest. Her shaking continued as she gripped her hair.

[mykindofjustice-blog]

“Run, mon cher, as fast as you can.”

“Whut have I dun to yeh lady?” he asked, a bit of a glare evident under the wide brim of his hat.

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

mykindofjustice:

“I may be a asshole, but, I still got some values.” he said with a bit of a growl. He shook his head, choosing to ignore the woman on his bed. He turned to the piano, playing a few little pieces her knew without thought. Soon though he began playing the piece of sheet music he had on his piano. Allowing his irritation to fuel his hands as he went through the melody.

“Such things will hold you back and be the death of you.” She hissed out. Oh she was definitely going to-- The familiar music cut her thoughts like a knife. She knew exactly what this was and really did not want to hear it. Widowmaker gripped at her head with her free hand as if in pain. “Stop playing that!”

[mykindofjustice-blog]

“Run, mon cher, as fast as you can.”

“Whut have I dun to yeh lady?” he asked, a bit of a glare evident under the wide brim of his hat.

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

mykindofjustice:

 “I’m nat like tha.” he said gruffly.  He sat at his piano bench, her things tucked in a trunk in the room. 

“Please, you had your gun leveled on me. You could have done it but you failed.” She looked over at him, hearing him move. Her yellow eyes noted the piano and she thought it was an odd fit for him.

[mykindofjustice-blog]

“Run, mon cher, as fast as you can.”

“Whut have I dun to yeh lady?” he asked, a bit of a glare evident under the wide brim of his hat.

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

mykindofjustice:

He frowned and moved to her other wrist, removing the rest of her equipment. He covered her more, putting her cold arm back under the blanket. 

She woke after awhile and pulled at her arm held to the bed absently. When she felt resistance Widowmaker looked up and saw the cuffs. The assassin groaned and flopped her head back down. “Why didn’t you just kill me?”

[mykindofjustice-blog]

“Run, mon cher, as fast as you can.”

“Whut have I dun to yeh lady?” he asked, a bit of a glare evident under the wide brim of his hat.

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

mykindofjustice:

He smirked lightly. Lifting the smaller body was easy for him, getting her gun after he had her was a little more difficult, but, manageable. His question was now, where should he take her. He settled it quickly and took her back to his place, settling her on his bed and covering her, he produced an old pair of handcuffs from a drawer and used them to secure her to the bed.

The woman stayed unconscious through all his actions, though she stirred when she was laid down and again when she was cuffed to the bed. During her sleep state there was a moment where something like fear crossed her face. Perhaps Amelie was still there, buried under Widowmaker.

[mykindofjustice-blog]

“Run, mon cher, as fast as you can.”

“Whut have I dun to yeh lady?” he asked, a bit of a glare evident under the wide brim of his hat.

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

mykindofjustice:

The cowboy smirked and moved quickly down her right side, striking the back of her head in an attempt to knock her out. “This way” he said quietly.

The hit was indeed enough to knock the assassin out cold. Her gun hit the ground moments before she did. She laid almost unnaturally still save he breathing.

[mykindofjustice-blog]

“Run, mon cher, as fast as you can.”

“Whut have I dun to yeh lady?” he asked, a bit of a glare evident under the wide brim of his hat.

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

mykindofjustice:

He growled again, pulling Peacemaker this time and leveling it with her chest. “Ther’s on’y a few way this here could go.” he grunted out at her.

“Is that so?” She barely moved her hand to flick a switch on her gun, changing it from sniper to assault. “I only see one so enlighten me, chéri.”

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

Painful Starters

"I need to let you go."

"I don't think I'm going to make it."

"I'm sorry. So sorry."

"I can't stay any longer."

"I have to tell you something..."

"What did you do?"

"How could you do this to me?"

"Do you think I can just walk away from all this?"

"I won't let you go."

"Don't leave me..."

"I had no choice."

"This isn't over."

"Do you really think I am going to let this go?"

"You worry me."

"I think I did something terrible."

"I need to leave."

"Listen to what I tell you and you won't get hurt."

"We can't stay here any longer."

"They found us."

"RUN!"

"We can't win this fight."

"Please don't hurt me."

"You need to go. Now."

"Get out while you can."

"Save yourself."

"We have to keep moving."

[mykindofjustice-blog]

“Run, mon cher, as fast as you can.”

“Whut have I dun to yeh lady?” he asked, a bit of a glare evident under the wide brim of his hat.

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

mykindofjustice:

He  groaned as he stumbled back. With a pained growl he forced himself forward, grabbing for her gun as well.

Hearing him come she cast a glare over her shoulder. “Zut nuisible.” She used the hook shot on her left arm to grab Widow’s Kiss and bring it to her. Widowmaker turned on McCree and pointed the gun at him again. “Back off!”

[mykindofjustice-blog]

“Run, mon cher, as fast as you can.”

“Whut have I dun to yeh lady?” he asked, a bit of a glare evident under the wide brim of his hat.

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

mykindofjustice:

He grunted and hissed in pain, his grip lessening on her hands.

The woman smirked and, feeling the loosened hold, kicked him in the gut to push him back from her. Now freed Widowmaker went for her dropped sniper rifle.

[mykindofjustice-blog]

“Run, mon cher, as fast as you can.”

“Whut have I dun to yeh lady?” he asked, a bit of a glare evident under the wide brim of his hat.

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

mykindofjustice:

He growled his hand blocking and gripping the intended punch. His other arm moved from her waist to take her other hand before she could think about using it against him. “Whut is yer issue.” 

The woman growled and made an attempt to jerk out of his hold. “Currently you are!” She hissed at him. Widowmaker took a step back from him and lifted her leg and foot straight up between them, landing a sharp kick on the bottom of his chin.

[mykindofjustice-blog]

“Run, mon cher, as fast as you can.”

“Whut have I dun to yeh lady?” he asked, a bit of a glare evident under the wide brim of his hat.

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

mykindofjustice:

The gunslinger twisted the gun attempting to break her grip on it. His arm wrapped around her waist holding ht in place. “I think I git  tah choose if I live or die.” he growled out. “And I ain’t about to die cuz of a manipulated woman.”

The assassin cringed when her gun, and in turn her arm, was twisted. She let go only because she had other ways to get it back. “You let me go!” She squirmed in his hold, twisting to pull her arm back and making a fist to punch him.

[mykindofjustice-blog]

“Run, mon cher, as fast as you can.”

“Whut have I dun to yeh lady?” he asked, a bit of a glare evident under the wide brim of his hat.

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

mykindofjustice:

“Oh, never said yeh were gon git tah kill me.” He said smirking and gripping the barrel under his chin and pulling it hard, attempting to pull her off balance.

“You do not get that choice.” Not expecting her gun to get jerked away, Widowmaker actually stumbled forward and into McCree. She growled and gripped tighter onto her weapon, careful to not pull the trigger. “Let go!”

[mykindofjustice-blog]

“Run, mon cher, as fast as you can.”

“Whut have I dun to yeh lady?” he asked, a bit of a glare evident under the wide brim of his hat.

[spiderofnightmares-blog]

mykindofjustice:

The glare darkened under the cowboy’s hat. Repeating to him self under his breath, “It nat nice tah shoot a lady.” He shook his head a bit. “I ain’t playin yer game yah french tart.” 

She returned the glare and stepped up to him. “Fine then, don’t run.” The woman lifted her gun to press the barrel to the underside of his chin. “I’ll enjoy killing you either way.”