Widowmaker: Lacroix

“Does it matter? You don’t die- wait, you gave me alien wine?”

Eyes open slightly.

“Shit. I already swallowed.”

“I murdered him. I did it as he slept.”

->once. giving her a smirk.

“Then by all means drink up ~. It takes a lot for me to feel a buzz.”

“I’d watch that. Whoever put you in the role of an assassin must have a thing for jokes.”

She chuckles now and takes another sip.

“Good thing that in the real world it’s in high demand. Everyone has a hit list but they don’t have the skill. Or the hunger ~”

She empties the rest of her glass at->

“My husband didn’t dash.. at least not willingly. Maybe he should’ve..”

-> I feel like it wouldn’t matter.”

She took a long sip. The rush of it all was exquisite. She nodded and looked directly at her over the glass.

“This is delicious.”

She walks over to one of the suggested chairs. Her steps don’t make a single sound.

“We are. But we are not the ones on the stage. We’d probably incite something if we showed the audience the {kick} a kill has.”

She holds up her glass.

“I usually check for poison beforehand. Today->

“Smart guy.”

She says more as a warning.

“I’ve heard all the sweet, useless lies before.”

“Just be quiet if you’re even thinking about giving me a compliment next.”

“Are you rightfully scared or more so just a fool?”

“You are strange.”

She grimly stares at the cup.

“I’m part of a place filled with gene experiments, lunatics, sentient cyberfreaks and more. But you are the strangest of all.”

She sets her rifle to the ground and takes a seat, holding out her hand for the cup finally.

//widow will be up for the next 2 weeks over this

-> real deal.

I think you’ll be more fun alive rather than dead. For once.”

She squints her eyes. In her head she’s fantasizing about finding a bullet type that can penetrate her right now…

But that’s exactly what was bringing her glee.

“Heh, you know funnily enough many big headed men all over town claim to be cosmic heroes themselves, but you look like the->

//and widow can’t kill her. HER NIGHTMARE

“You’re still staring”

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Of what use is that?

Bare skin deflecting bullets much less catching it? She’s been in many battles but she’s never seen anything like this.

God damn it, she was excited.

“I knew you couldn’t be stupid enough to just bluff like that. What the hell kind of lab did you crawl out of?”

“Tsk. You wish.”

She scoffs before her hands go for a final precise aim. Her finger clicks on the trigger, swift and casually.

What’s she gonna say now?

She quirks her eyebrow.

“WHAT do you mean by that? Is this a trap?”

“At the moment of the kill, they are never more alive.”

“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.”

Ooooh, bubblegum Barbie knows some things. She smirks.

The red beam pointing right between her eyes.

“Stand up.”

She licks over lips as she cocks her gun.

“I would not tempt me.”

“You will not charm me out of this. You being my problem means you have a big problem darling.

And it’s French.”

“Looks like you’re an error in my plans. This room was supposed to be empty.

Whatever we will do about that…..”

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𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 / 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

“My code name is Widowmaker. That’s all a stranger can get from me.

Are you just going to drink by yourself?”

“Sister? I see you for the first time.”