Tracer X Reader X WidowMaker (The Familair Voice)

# 21 Childhood

To think my childhood friend is here.

I still
Can't
believe that she's alive.  let me pinch you a little if you are alive XD.

She just finished her turn and left without a sweat. I don't think she even see me.

"Hey luv, do you know that girl?"

"Yeah... we were kind'a childhood friends of John but who cares."

She looks at me.

She came to us.

A
"Why did you stare at me for a long time? Dumbass."

"Your the same as always, Bolt."

A
"Who da heck you know my name."

"Who knows. I just heard it before."

A
"Are you John?"

"He's here, beside you."

A
"He is Dead. He is dead long gone. Don't try to mess with me."

"Suit yourself then. I'm glad that your okay. He said."

"Whatever, psycho."

She then walks away.

"She's rude don't yah think luv?"

"Come on Lena. We have something to do."

Lena Fov

I can't believe, (y/n) is holding my hand.

(Y/n) Fov

First of all.

I'm hungry.

"Lena, you know the foods at?"

"Yes luv, is in the conference room with overwatch agents and the passers."

"You dash with your chrono-accelerator and i follow you."

"Great idea luv!, try to catch me!"

She dash, like I said and race to the conference room. Ofcourse, I don't know the way but my eagle instinct might be little help.

*mind*
Is she trying to trick me?
Going to a another way then recall. Its a clever thing you do,

Yet
I finished first.

"Oh, so sorry puppy. I think. I. Just. Won."

She was surprised

"How did you come here?"

"I just use a little bit of my senses that helped me out."

"So unfair. Now i have to wait for my recall to use it again. I hate you."

"Good for you. Now that i don't have to chase you anymore, puppy. Arf! "

She did a pouting face at me. She looks adorable.

I stare for a while then the door of the conference room opened.

"Oh (Y/n), didn't see you there. Come, the food is ready."

"Thanks, Sir-- Wait, Prof. WINSTON?"

"You surprise luv? He is one of the founder of Overwatch and he made this."

She point on her chest that is glowing blue.
.
.
Hearing my stomach grumbling...

"Why don't we talk about it inside?"