Overwatch - Chronos (Tracer x Reader)

Chapter 19: Desperate

You took a seat in the coffee shop, your wet clothes squelching disgustingly onto the leather sofa. With a long sigh, you rested your head on the steel dining table as your heart entered a deep conflict over what to do next. Of course you wanted to go after Overwatch, after Lena, but now you didn't even have a lead. You couldn't think straight, the worry was driving you mad. Sure there were no bodies but it's been five months since Site B burned down, who's to say Talon didn't just slaughter everyone after that? You were brought back into reality by a waitress approaching you with the friendliest smile she could muster.

"What can I get you love?" she asked, causing your heart to stop for a second. You looked up a second, the waitress had luscious brown hair, like Lena. At the thought of her name, you felt your chest grow heavy in remorse. Sure it had been a few days for you, but if she is still out there, she's thought of you as dead for months now. What if she'd moved on? Or worse still, what if through some horrible misplacement of guilt she'd actually grown to hate you?

The waitress tapped your shoulder and gave another friendly smile as she waited expectantly with a notebook in hand. You looked at her oddly for a second before your mind got back on topic and you realised what she was waiting for.

"Right, sorry. Just a mocha please, here, keep the change, I hardly need it anymore" you said quietly, passing over almost double the price. She gave you a confused look before slowly walking away, deciding to give you some space for your thoughts. Trying to take your mind off things, you decided to look out of the window and watch the people outside in the rain. Everyone looked depressed, cowering under umbrellas and hoods, or perhaps that was just how you were taking in the scene, perhaps it was really a scene of joy but you just couldn't recognise happiness anymore. It wouldn't surprise you. Several seconds later, a paper cup of coffee was plonked on your table and you absent-mindedly picked it up and took a sip. The warm substance went straight down to your heart, improving your mood somewhat as your thoughts turned elsewhere. However, as your hands wrapped supportively around the cup, craving its warmth, you felt a frail material hang from the edge of it. You looked down to see a little note attached to the cup of coffee and looked around suspiciously before reading it. On the paper, written in incredibly scruffy handwriting, were the words "alleyway across the street...when you're finished".

Wondering what these words could possibly mean, you decided to have the coffee to go and sat up from your seat. You gave a faint wave of goodbye to the polite waitress before walking back out into the rain, doing your best to cradle the cup and protect it from the elements. After a brief sip of the liquid, you stared across the streets and found your eyes instantly locked onto a darkened alleyway, inside which you could barely see a thing. It didn't look good, probably the perfect place for a mugging, but it could be an opportunity. And any opportunity was worth investigating. Looking left and right, you crossed the busy roads and weaved through the vicious traffic to get to the other side. You made it across with a sigh of relief and pulled a pocket flashlight from your backpack as you entered the alleyway. It occurred to you now that this was how you'd first me Lena, on a rainy day in King's Row you'd entered an alleyway and had the crap scared out of you. It was ironic that you were now using the very same methods to try and find her again, ironic, in a depressing kind of way. A faint noise ahead got your attention and you pointed your flashlight upwards to see a pair of figures that you vaguely recognised, the odd looking pair from Numbani. You remembered them getting on the plane and sitting behind you, what did they want?

They truly were a strange looking pair, even by your eyes that were used to talking gorillas and floating omnic monks. The one on the left was massive, standing about twice as tall as you, with a large puffy chest that moved up and down with every breath. A hideous gas mask covered his face, masking the features that you imagined to be terrifying underneath. The other, on the right, had a wooden peg leg and appeared to have flames in his hair, why not?