Overwatch characters x male reader

Widowmaker x Infamous Mercenary Reader

Requested by @noideafor and before we start you're a well known mercenary but you don't have a name, just a way for people to contact and hire you.

~Widowmaker POV~

I look around the meeting room, Doomfist and Reaper going over our mission plan to capture either an Overwatch agent for information but if that plan failed we find the unnamed mercenary and convince him to join Talon. I don't think he will want to join us. He's been killing mafia leaders, taking out entire gangs in a night, and he will kill anyone if they have money over their head. He may be a killer but he'll only work if you pay him upfront and he never stays with a team. He already declined the Shimada clan's proposal to join them.

"-and Widow, we want you to survey the area but don't take any shots until Reaper or Moira give you the ok."

I nod my head as I get a sudden wave of emotions. This has been happening for the past week but I haven't said anything because I don't want to go through that torture again, I didn't think I could cry but I get nightmares of killing my husband and wake up with tears staining my pillow.

"Hey Araña. You ok? You seem more.........distant than usual."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just get this mission over with."

Sombra stares at me with worry filled eyes but she walks way. I grab my weapon as we all walk up the plane.

~Time skip to scoping the area on a rooftop~

"Widow are the exits open?"

"Oui. You have 15 minutes until the guards make their rounds again."

"Roger that."

I look through my sniper and watch everyone go to their positions but I somethings feel off. I take my eyes away from the building and look around me. I feel a cold stare but I can't pinpoint where it's coming from.

~(y/n) POV~

Smirking I look at my target. The dead shot sniper Widowmaker. Ever since she killed Tekhartha Mondatta there's been a price over her head that's only been going up. I've been promised a large sum of money if I take her out. I aim my rifle at her head until she begins to look around. Curiously I put my gun down and look at her finally able to see her fully. My eyes go over her body as I realize she's not that bad looking, maybe even beautiful. I shake my head as I glare at her. She's my target nothing more. Before I could aim my gun she begins to speak.

"I know you're there. Show yourself before I have to kill you."

I burst out laughing as I make myself visible. Her eyes scan me as she points her gun at my head. I hold back my laughter, does she think she can hurt me?

"Ooh Noo~. She has a sniper pointed at me. I'm so scared~. Honey if you really want to hurt me try and work on your aim."

"I never miss."

"Well., you're about to miss me sugar~."

I wink at her. She growls at me and fires. I move just an inch and her shot misses me. Her eyes grow wide as I see confusion and shock written in her face. I don't say anything as I rush at her. Before she could comprehend what's going on I pin her to the ground.

"What'd I tell you hun~? Hmm~?"

"Qui diable pensez-vous que vous êtes?!"

I keep her still as I feel how cold she is and how her skin is pure blue, not just the reflection of the moon. I look into her yellow eyes and see so many emotions trying to get out but none are able to. My smirk becomes a frown as I cup her face.

"Who do you work for?"

"What? Why do you need to know."

She spat, some spit landing on my face.

"Because whoever you're working for is using you. If they wanted to keep you they'd never hurt you like this. They wouldn't make you fear them."

My voice is soft as I look not into her eyes but her soul. Everything in me is saying to kill her, to get my money and to drink until I forget her face, to move on from this and go to my next kill, but I can't. I can't let her become a monster, there's still time to save her, but only if she lets me.

I get up and pick her off the ground, holding her for a bit to long. She pushes me off, glaring at me with anger and venom in her eyes but she doesn't move. Slowly I begin to gather my things until I jerk left, barley missing another bullet. My smile returns but only a bit.

"It's Talon isn't it? Funny thing is I was once a guinea pig for a few choice experiments. They wanted a perfect killer, found me randomly on the streets, broke and put me back together no matter what, even while I slept. They made me killer but I couldn't stay with them, I had a wife to protect, so I left. Next thing I know my house had police around. I couldn't even breath as I see my wife being covered. Went in a blind rage and now I'm killing just to get by because I can't function around 'normal' humans anymore."

I stop talking as I see her start to shake. I grab my gun from the ground and I write on a piece of paper my number and put it in her hand.

"If you ever get tired of being used and pushed around, the job market for hired killers is at its peak nowadays. I'll be waiting Widowmaker."

I turn around until my hand gets colder. Looking back I see her teary eyes. Neither of us say anything as she pulls me into a hug. I feel her tears soak into my shirt but neither of us made any noise.

"Amélie. My name's Amélie."

"Amélie? What a pretty name for a beautiful woman. My name's (y/n)."

Suddenly I hear a small voice. She quickly takes something out of her ear and breaks it on the ground. She looks at me with a look I never thought I'd see from her.

"So (y/n) is your offer open to leave Talon and become a hire killer?"

"Why yes it is my fair lady. Yes it is."

We walk off the rooftop as I see Overwatch agents and police cars rushing to the building. Amélie smiles a true smile and I chuckle.

~Narrators POV ~

This was the start to a new life for (y/n) and Amélie. They became known across the world, but not for their names but for their kill count. Not long after Amélie still didn't get all her emotions back but she can feel the thrill of the kill and the love of her savior.

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Translations.

Oui = yes

Qui diable pensez-vous que vous êtes?! = who the hell do you think you are?!