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Ses Yeux- Chapter 10

Pairing- WIdowmaker/Tracer

Notes- All characters are copyright property of Blizzard Entertainment.

Rating- PG

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“How're ya' feeling, luv?” Lena questioned softly, her roaming hands coming to a stop at her forearms, thumbs rubbing in soothing circles across the pale skin.

“I am... feeling fine. There is a little bit of pain, but it seems to be improving.”

A huge smile burst out on Lena's face, her hazel eyes absolutely glowing with happiness and adoration.

“That's so good luv! We're makin' progress just like the doc said.”

It was infectious, the girls' bright mood, and she found a small smile creeping its way onto her face the longer she looked at her. It wasn't until she found an aching sensation in her chest, wriggling behind her rib cage that she felt her cheeks begin to burn and she looked away.

“Yes, I suppose it is going better than I'd hoped,” she replied, the sensation beginning to die down again until a small hand sneaked underneath her chin and gently urged her to look back up again.

There was that damned smile again, this time with something else. Something a little bit more teasing, Lena's pupils dancing with an idea that was sitting just behind her lips.

“Wanna' try somethin' else?” Lena asked, her voice lowering as she began to bite down on her lower lip, and Amélie could see the way her pupils were dilating and her gaze was falling to her own lips.

They had kissed a few times since the incident last week, but they had all been soft and chaste. She would be lying if she'd said she didn't think about taking the British woman and claiming her lips every single night, but last time she did that her body had decided it was a great time for her brain to start reacting to the damage that had been done by Talon.

Every touch had felt like splinters through her body, and she had been on the verge of crying as the painful sensations had coursed through her. It seemed like it was one of the final punishments from the modifications Talon had made to her body, one last 'hurrah' as her brain and central nervous system tried to heal back to a more normal state.

Now, at least today, Lena's touches had felt soft and comforting. There was still some moments of discomfort and pain in a few areas in her lower body, but her arms, upper back and her chest all seemed to be almost fully recovered. Everything felt so much more.... alive. Lena's touches had felt amazing prior to this, but now everything was ten times more sensitive and she struggled to remember if this is what it had been like prior to her modifications. Had it truly been so long that she had forgotten?

Part of her was still afraid, as Lena moved a little closer to her but stopped to wait for her approval or for her to close the gap. She was afraid of how her body might react, afraid that maybe she might never be able to share intimacy again. Angela had said it could take months, but what if it never fully completed healing?

It was a question that in that moment she didn't feel like answering. The only thing she wanted to answer was Lena's lips parting to invite her own in.

Tentatively, she leant in until they were pressed together. Warm skin to warm skin, lips so soft that they could be compared to the finest silk on Earth and yet so much more delicious. It wasn't as though they hadn't kissed before, she remembered those first few passionate moments between them, as Tracer and a breaking Widowmaker. This was different though, everything felt more.... real. She could taste the leftover coffee on Lena's lips, felt a flutter in her chest as a small whimper escaped the Brit's throat.

She found herself readily parting her lips, staying like that for a moment, inviting her partner in to taste her and to deepen the kiss. There was a second or two of hesitation before Lena followed suit, tilting her head a little to get better access as their mouths met in a slow dance of tongues and lips. So much heat, so much pressure, Lena's mouth hungry against her own as she kissed her back in kind.

In the back of her mind there was a fear that it would all come crashing down around her, that the sensations of the kiss would be too much and her brain would have a wave of pain that would leave her reeling away from her partner but it never came. Instead the parting was natural, the two gazing into each other's eyes and warm breaths coming out softly. It took her a bit to realise she was smiling and her cheeks were warm. Amélie ducked her head to hide her blush, not missing the way Lena's lips cocked up into a little smile to match hers and let out a small laugh.

“That was...” Amélie began, her voice catching in her throat and leaving her unable to find a way to finish the sentence. Lena's hands were careful to skirt around her upper waist, not touching the areas that were still considered a 'no go zone'.

“Bloody fantastic.” Lena finished her thoughts for her.

Amélie couldn't help but let out a small laugh, licking her lips that suddenly felt very empty without a matching pair on top of them. She hadn't realised her hands were tangling in a mess of brown, tussled hair, pulling Lena closer.

She didn't need words to ask for more of those delicious kisses, the Brit following her guide and closing the distance between them again.

Amélie hadn't remembered kissing being so tiring, but then again she could also never remember a time where all she'd wanted to do was make out for hours on end like a teenager either. Of course she had wanted more, but for the time being the kissing and the closeness she felt to her companion as they held each other was enough.

They'd fallen into a routine of sharing Lena's bed together, Amelie's room becoming quite empty and mostly disused other than the odd visit to collect clean clothes or to have the odd moment to herself. Lena had mentioned something about them 'U-Hauling' together, but she hadn't really understood the reference and Lena had brushed it off as 'nothing' and seemed a little embarrassed at herself.

She hadn't dreamed since they'd started sharing a bed at night, so it seemed strange to her the images that came to her after that night in particular.

Amélie opened her eyes, finding herself perched upon a rooftop, the Widow's Kiss in her hands and her sights set on a target dressed in black and white tactical armour. There was a gasp that left her lips as she realised it was a Talon operative, and panic as her trigger finger twitched and the target was erased.

Pulling away from the rifle she straightened and stared down at the weapon that seemed to stare back at her, asking her to come back and take it in her hands once again. Feel that rush of the kill, the pleasure of tracking a target. Just like that man you murdered with your bare hands only a few months ago.

“They are Talon, they do not deserve our sympathy, non?”

It was her own voice, but it wasn't coming from herself.

Amélie turned suddenly to come face to face with... herself? But not her.... it was Widowmaker. Her skin a pallid colour tinged with blue, her body clad in that skin tight armour that the sickos at Talon used to call their 'Honey Pot'.

Inspecting the woman that was... is... used to be? Her. Her own skin now was taking on a much more healthy shade. Her emotions were becoming easier to sort through and to feel in general.

“What- why are you here?” Amélie asked, her voice firm but with an edge of doubt to it. Widowmaker watched her with those piercing golden eyes for a moment, tilting her head like an animal watching her with intrigue.

“It is your mind, you tell me.”

Well, she couldn't argue with that necessarily.

Amélie turned away, bringing her arms around to hold herself as a feeling of coldness swept over her, goosebumps forming along her skin.

“Angela... the surgery. My mending mind... this shouldn't be happening. You shouldn't be here.”

There was the sound of footsteps approaching her from behind, but she didn't feel threatened by it. They were soft and purposeful, the owner not having any malicious intent.

“Yes, Talon can no longer control us or manipulate us like their puppet. The doctor did a magnificent job of freeing us from their hold.”

Amélie turned her head just a hair to her left until she caught a glimpse of blue in her peripheral vision.

“Us? But you should not be here-”

“Shouldn't I? I was created from you, not created in your place.”

There was a pause before the doppelganger continued. “I am you. You are me.”

“But Lena,” Amélie paused for a moment, shaking her head before turning back to face Widowmaker again. “She saved me, she gave me a chance and believed in me when the technology inside of me was failing. I could have died but she-”

“-Made us feel alive.”

A burst of cool air washed over her, buffeting against her back and making her curl tighter on herself to protect from the chill. She felt confused, angry, maybe a little bit upset.

“I can't be that again, if that's why you're here. I will never murder Lena or her friends in cold blood, not like Talon made me.”

A brow quirked on Widowmaker's face and after a moment she almost looked like she was going to laugh, but she didn't.

“Is that what you think?”

Shrugging, Amélie looked at the ground, unsure of herself.

“Why else would you be here?”

Silence.

“Because she needs me.”

Two pairs of golden eyes met in the middle, and a prickling ran up Amelie's spine as a familiar sensation radiated off of Widowmaker. She could feel it as if it was her own. Following the line of Widow's right arm, she saw the tight-balling of her fist.

“You... you're not here to kill her.”

A cold hand pressed firmly against her shoulder, but she didn't dare look up.

“She gave me back my independence, my humanity,” Widowmaker spoke in low tones, most of the edge was gone even as her fingers dug into Amelie's shoulder as though seeking support. “I... I love her.”

Amélie reached up, her hand enclosing around Widow's and encasing it in her own warmth. “I love her too.”

“Then you know that we must do everything possible to protect her. Protect our family.”

Amélie tilted her head up, looking to meet Widowmaker's gaze, confusion crossing her features as she tried to decipher what she meant.

“Our family?”

But Widowmaker wasn't meeting her gaze. She was looking past her, over her shoulder. Such intensity in itself compelled Amélie to turn, to see what had captured her attention so sincerely.

The scenery around her had shifted and morphed, the once cool air now warm and tickling against her skin in a pleasant way. In the distance she could see a woman, built slim and small. Her dark brown hair reached down to her shoulders, a bright smile beaming across her face as she pushed a girl in a swing at the park who appeared to be around eight years old.

As though sensing she was being watched, the brunette looked in Amelie's direction, her smile softening and her hazel eyes glinting in the sunlight. Suddenly she realised it was Lena and her heart set ablaze. The little girl saw her too, waiting for the swing to reach its peak before leaping from it and taking a few wobbly steps before bolting towards her.

“Maman!”

Something warm settled inside of Amelie's chest, her feet moving forwards of their own accord.

“Maman!” she called again, so close now, her Converse sneakers pounding against the ground. Amélie knelt down, her arms open wide, the wind completely knocked from her lungs as the little girl slammed into her with a fair bit of force. She hugged her so tightly, listening to her little giggles of joy and pressing her hands into her jacket as if that by some means she could carry her with her from the dream world into reality.

“Raina honey you really gotta be more careful, ya' gonna' knock your mother rotten one o' these days.”

Amélie recognised that warm, cockney accent, embracing her daughter for just a few more moments before standing. Even so, Raina stayed attached firmly to her side.

“Lena-” “That's my name!”

Amélie laughed. It might have been a dream, but it was like the real thing was right there in front of her. Well, except perhaps for the slightly longer and more feminine hairstyle. It looked damn good on her regardless.

“You are a dream come true,” Amélie whispered, motioning for Lena to come closer and enjoying the roll of eyes she got in response.

“You're bloody balmy you are,” Lena retorted, but let loose a silly smile before being pulled into a desperate and crushing hug. “Woah, y'alright gorgeous?”

There was a tickling sensation on her cheek, coursing down its length until it dribbled onto her lips. It was salty.

“I won't let them harm you, I won't let them take my family.”

Reaching up to wipe away the tears, she paused for a moment to see that the skin on her hand was a pale shade of blue as though she was Widowmaker once again. The hair on the nape of her neck rose as she felt an energy fill her, strong and deep within, a power that whispered to her that the ones she loved would always be safe underneath her watch.

The blue slowly faded back to her natural skin shade, lightly sun kissed.

Amelie awoke with a start, a gasp breaking from her throat as she sat up straight in bed. Her cotton singlet was lightly soaked with sweat, her mouth parched.

Looking over at the clock, she could see it was just after 6am. Too early for breakfast, but there was no way she'd be able to get back to sleep now.

Lena was still softly snoring beside her, face buried in her pillow and one arm loosely draped around Amelie's waist. She was grateful she hadn't woken her up, a light smile gracing her lips as she reached over and gently ran the backs of her fingers along the Brit's cheek.

“Nhhnn... bloody giraffes.... shouldn't have such long necks....”

It took everything in Amelie's willpower to not absolutely lose it laughing, shaking her head at the adorable sleep talk and managing to keep her composure long enough to remove the arm from her waist and slowly slip out of bed.

Searching around the floor, she managed to find her slippers, sliding her feet into them and giving one last look back at Lena- comfortable in bed- before quietly opening the door and leaving to get some fresh air.

It was early enough that the halls were still and empty. Most people didn't start waking up and filing out until 7:30, which gave her at least a good hour and a half to herself. Trudging her way towards the cafeteria, she placed the back of her hand over her mouth to stifle her yawn. As she rounded the corner, she was surprised to see there was another in the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee and looking strangely casual.

“You're up early,” Fareeha spoke with a smile, almost filling her cup to the brim with steaming hot coffee. “Coffee?” she offered, lifting the mug a little in offer and quirking a brow.

“Yes, thank you,” Amelie replied, moving towards her and waiting for the drink to be poured. She gave a grateful smile, reaching for the sugar and adding two cubes. She gave it a thorough stir, not bothering to add any milk.

“Are you usually up so early?” Amelie enquired, taking her coffee and making her way over to one of the tables, seating herself.

Fareeha sat opposite her, pulling the hood of her jumper up over her head for some extra warmth. She cradled her coffee in her hands, letting it warm her skin.

“Yeah, you get used to it when you're in the military, it just becomes habit I guess,” she replied, looking over at Amelie as a grin tried to sneak its way onto her lips. “Plus Angela was snoring.”

Amelie laughed, and it felt good. Part of her was picturing a passed out Angela, drooling all over her pillow and snoring so loud the windows vibrated. It was a world away from her immaculate image as a doctor, and somehow it pleased her greatly. Leaning her elbows on the table she sipped at her coffee. Fareeha regarded her with a warm smile, peering over her own steaming hot drink.

“You're not usually up at this hour. Bad dreams?” She offered, and Amelie instantly felt the bizarre sensations return to her at the memory of her dreams.

She paused for a few moments, grateful that the woman across from her seemed to offer no judgement, waiting patiently for her to decide on her answer.

“Do you ever dream about- children? That is, you and Angela, the future. I-” she stopped mid sentence as she watched Fareeha lift her brows in reply, sitting up straighter in her chair. Amelie shifted uncomfortably, silently damning these plastic chairs. “Merde, I've been having these dreams of Lena and I and we- they feel so real, but in them we have a daughter. We're happy, but then there is always this feeling in the back of my head. Something warning me of danger. I don't know if it's Talon or something else, but I fear so much for them.”

Peering down at her coffee now she felt that familiar rush of emotions running back to her, the fear of her family being snatched away from her and leaving her with nothing. She could feel a strange pricking sensation in her eyes, blinking rapidly to try and disperse it, a cold heat burning behind her pounding heart. Fareeha reached over, resting one of her rough, calloused palms over hers. It was warm, comforting. Peering up she met deep brown eyes that were glinting with a smile that had all the depth of heart she knew the woman possessed.

“Listen, sometimes we just have bad dreams but-” Fareeha licked her lips, considering her words carefully. She took a deep breath and continued. “-sometimes it's for a reason. Sometimes it's because there's something on our mind, things bothering us. Have you talked to Lena about these dreams?”

Amelie pulled her coffee closer, bringing it up to her lips to take a drink. Fareeha returned her hand to her own mug, doing the same.

“Non I haven't. I wouldn't even know where to begin with the subject of children, we haven't even-” and she paused in her train of though, bringing a hand up to her cheek to try and hide the light blush that crept up her jawline.

Fareeha eyed her for a moment trying to figure out her meaning, her eyebrows eventually lifting on her forehead as she let out a quiet “oh.” The French woman averted her eyes, rapping her fingertips nervously against her mug.

Clearing her throat, Fareeha took a big sip of her coffee and set it down rather unceremoniously.

“You know what? I think you two need to get out of this base, get out and have some fun on the town. It can't be doing you any good considering everything you've been through,” Fareeha paused, giving her what could only be described as an apologetic smile. “We're not Talon, and this certainly isn't a prison.”

Looking up at her, Amelie couldn't help but feel a little bit sceptical. Lifting an eyebrow, it seems that Fareeha was also reconsidering that.

“Well, perhaps run it by Winston or Angela first.”

Sighing softly, she resigned herself to the fact that maybe Fareeha was right. Maybe she'd been cooped up too long. Even when she was with Talon they would have her out on missions several times a week, always keeping her on her toes and keeping her mind engaged- even if it was on killing. There was only so much of the same old hallways and walks through the same garden beds you could do before it all got repetitive and boring.

She continued tapping her coffee mug nervously as she worked over the thought. Finally she shot Fareeha a look as she made up her mind. “Yes, I think I shall.”

The soldier across from her smiled, a genuine warm smile that almost made her feel like she had some kind of semblance of a normal life.

They continued in their conversation for a while longer until people started filtering in for breakfast. Amelie jumped at the sensation of slender arms wrapping around her shoulders, but she relaxed as a warm breath tickled her ear and a familiar British accent spoke softly and sleepily.

“Sorry luv, didn't mean to scare ya'.”

A tender kissed was placed on her cheek and she couldn't avoid the warm tingling that blossomed in her chest and along her arms, lips threatening to form one of those 'adorable smiles' that Lena apparently liked so much.

She enjoyed the embrace for a moment longer before Lena eventually plopped down beside her, brandishing a gigantic blueberry muffin that was almost half the size of her head.

“It's fine,” she eyed the muffin suspiciously, clicking her tongue at her girlfriend. “Please tell me you're eating something more substantial for breakfast than that.”

Lena almost seemed offended at the thinly veiled insult against her muffin, lifting a hand to her chest.

“I'll have you know that it's got all the carbs I need to start my day off right. Plus! The blueberries have vitamins.”

Amelie laughed, if only because of the way in which the brunette pronounced the word 'vitamins'. She allowed her plucky Brit to consume her terrible breakfast anyway, even holding her tongue when Lena suggested that she might go back for another one.

Well, now is as good of a time as any.

“Would you like to go to lunch with me?” she enquired quickly, her eyes meeting Lena's and watching the girl's expression as she wore one of her warm smiles in return.

“I almost always 'av lunch with ya' babe, you know that-”

“I mean outside. At a restaurant, or cafe perhaps.” She paused, letting the information sink in, Lena's eyes flickering between her own.

Amelie looked down at the table in front of her, fidgeting with her hands. “Fareeha suggested I ask Angela or Winston for permission. I thought I should ask you first. Would you like to?”

She dared to look back up now, Lena's expression glowing with warmth and adoration, her voice softer as she took Amelie's hands in her own and squeezed them gently.

“O'course, I'd love that so much,” her eyes lit up, a little giggle spilling from her lips. Oh, that was such a wonderful sound. “Wherever you wanna' go too, I don't mind, as long as I'm with you.”

It was such a sweet, endearing sentiment that she couldn't help but smile herself. She tangled their fingers together, enjoying the fact that she could do so now comfortably, feeling every little bump, ridge and scar that covered Lena's hands.

“You are too sweet, but we shall see what Angela says first.”

“Mum's the word!”

Amelie hummed in agreement, daring to lean over and place a little kiss just along her partner's jawline. She was excited to do something much more domestic with Lena, and she was not afraid to let the world know it.

Yes, getting out of here for the day was certainly looking more appealing by the minute.

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love4vampires · 6 years

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All ow questions :3

thanks asshole

1. Who is your defense main?

hmmm im not sure either junkrat or mei

2. Who is your support main?

ive switched to Sym/Zen/Moira

3. Who is your offense main?

Tracer/Sombra

4. Who is your tank main?

DVA/Zarya

5. Who is you MAIN main?

Tracer/Sombra

6. Which character have you played the least?

Moira and Doomfist

7. Which character do you want to learn how to play?

Sombra :(

8. Which character do you dislike the most?

Winston

9. Which character’s background story do you like the most?

Dvas and Reapers

10. Which character’s background story do you like the least?

sombra bc we know SHIT

11. Which map is your favorite?

the upcoming blizzard themepark and Schwarzwald (black forest sounds shit!!!)

12. Which map is your least favorite?

Dorado

13. What Arcade game type is your favorite?

We re All Soldiers Now

14. What Arcade game type is your least favorite?

No Limits as in u can all go Bastion on Attack

15. Do you prefer quick play, competitive, arcade mode, or custom games?

16. Which map type is your favorite? Assault, escort, assault & escort, control, or arena?

assault and escort

17. Which map type is your least favorite? Assault, escort, assault & escort, control, or arena?

arena

18. Which event map was your favorite?

Junkensteins Revenge and that thing from year of the rooster

19. Which event map reskin was your favorite?

uHHHHH none

20. Which event was your favorite?

year of the rooster

21. Which event legendary skin was your favorite?

Halloween Mei

22. Which event was your least favorite?

Summer Games :/

23. Which event legendary skin was your least favorite?

the new halloween reaper skin

24. Which event non-legendary skin was your favorite?

Zenyattas and Soldiers Halloween Skin

25. Which event non-legendary skin was your least favorite?

Sombras Christmas skin

26. Which event item do you most regret not getting?

mei s halloween emote :(

27. Did you beat the Uprising event on Normal, Hard, Expert, and Legendary?

only normal

28. Do you have Sombra’s “Power Outage” achievement?

yes!

29. Do you have Widowmaker’s “Smooth as Silk” achievement?

bc of zaryas second fire, yes

30. Do you have Lucio’s “The Floor is Lava” achievement?

nope

31. Do you have Zenyatta’s “Rapid Discord” achievement?

32. What was the first achievement you got?

UHHHHH that friend thing

33. Did you get the “Not A Scratch,” achievement on Junkenstein’s Revenge?

i dont think so

34. What has been the hardest achievement to get for you?

smooth as silk and power outage

35. What’s your current SR score in Competitive Mode?

2100 smtg smtg

36. What the highest you’ve been in Competitive?

2200

37. What’s the most amount of placement matches you’ve won?

38. How many gold guns do you have?

none

39. Which was the first gold gun you got?

40. Whose gold gun do you currently want?

Sombra

41. What role do you usually play in Competitive?

DPS

42. If you don’t play Competitive, why not

43. What kind of theme event would you like to see in the future?

Reinhardt And Mercy Go To Austria

44. What type of character would you like to see in the future?

a new defense one

45. Who needs more (or better) skins in the future?

ZARYA ZARYA AND SOMBRA

46. What country would you like a new character to come from?

AUSTIA

47. Favorite voice line?

(only the german ones) The trick or treat voiceline of s76. Its just so taunting

48. Favorite player icon?

uhhhh

49. Favorite emote?

When reaper goes shrug and mei bunny emote

50. Favorite spray?

any of orisas sprays

51.Favorite victory pose?

that one junkrat vp you know the one

52. Favorite highlight intro?

REAPERS HALLOWEEN INTRO

53. Characters you ship the most?

uhh

54. Characters you ship the least?

uhh

55. Characters you wish had more in-game interactions?

sombra and dva

56. Character you wish had a comic about?

fucking guess (lucio and dva)

57. Favorite comic released?

sombra.

58. Favorite short released?

the s76 one

59. Favorite new character released?

som

60. Overwatch, Blackwatch, or Talon?

Everyone

61. Pro-Omnic or anti-Omnic?

pro

62. Favorite character that isn’t a playable one? (Ex: Emily, Brigitte, Gerard, Efi, etc.)

BRIGITTE

63. Character change (nerf, boost, work around) that you liked the most?

did sombra ever get a boost? if yes that one

64. Character change (nerf, boost, work around) you liked the least?

look at mercy

65. Best ultimate?

Koalscense or whatever its wrtitten and zens one

66. Worst ultimate?

widows :(

67. Most kills in game?

idk

68. Most heals in game?

idk

69. What character do you think needs a nerf?

hanzo

70. What character do you think needs a buff?

mercy, sombra

71. Have you ever rage quit in the middle of a game?

almost

72. What’s the fastest you’ve won a game?

like a minute?

73. What’s the fastest you’ve lost a game?

1 minute also

74. Your best Overwatch-related story?

what

75. Weirdest thing that happened to you on Overwatch?

i hunted a genji down and as i almost killed him he stopped in his tracks and left the game

76. Platform you play on?

77. Do you stream?

nope

78. Do you normally play solo or with friends?

more with friends

79. Have you made any friends because of Overwatch?

i actually did!

80. Have you cosplayed a character from Overwatch?

id like to

81. Have you ever wrote fan fiction about Overwatch?

nope

82. What’s the lowest you’ve been in Competitive?

idk 1900

83. In “All Brawls,” if you get “Charge!” do you play Reinhardt or do you pick the Lucio role?

lucio

84. In “All Brawls,” if you get “One Shot, One Kill,” do you play Ana, Hanzo, or Widowmaker?

widow

85. In “All Brawls,” if you get “This is Ilios,” do you pick Lucio or Roadhog?

lucio

86. Team Genji or Team Hanzo?

genji

87. Be honest! Do you usually get on the payload?

yea

88. Does your team?

does my team what

89. What’s the longest session of Overwatch you’ve played?

3 or 4 hours

90. No Limits, Mystery Heroes, or Total Mayhem?

mystery

91.Most cosmetics you have for one character?

mercy? or reaper

92. Least cosmetics you have for one character?

moira and doomfist

93. Have you ever made your own custom game?

i did

94. Best D.Va skin?

junker

95. Best Mercy skin?

victory

96. Best Tracer skin?

The anniversary one

97. Zarya’s Industrial and Cybergoth skins: yes, no, or HELL NO?

HELL NO

98. Do you want more animal character, robot characters, or human characters?

...animal

99. Is there are character you’d get rid of completely?

hanzo

100. What do you think Sombra’s real name is?

we already got a confirmed one but i thought it was somthing with and S

#thanks!#ow #punscama #asks never die right

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