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“This is stupid.”

“And yet here you are.”

Reaper growled at the perky brit’s rebuttal. Sombra chuckled, but muffled it by raising her hand to her mouth. Widow rolled her eyes, per the norm.

“Why are we doing this anyways? I agree with Reaper, this is ridiculous.” Widow deadpanned.

“If you both think it’s stupid then why did you both show up then? You all know our sessions are optional.” Lena said with a cheeky grin. Sombra sat up from her lounging position with a sickeningly sweet grin.

“Hey, I’m so down for this session, chica. It will definitely be interesting…” Sombra said with a very suspicious look on her face. The look went right over Lena’s head however and she smiled at Sombra’s remark.

“See? Someone’s enthusiastic for our little game!”

Widow once again rolled her eyes in response, but said nothing, “How the hell did you get Ziegler to agree to this anyways? I thought alcohol was off the table until we clocked fifty hours of ‘therapy’.” asked Reaper, a few tendrils of smoke followed the doctor’s name, but no one mentioned it.

Lena blushed and shifted in her seat. “Well, I didn’t quite ask Doctor Ziegler for consent for this…”

“Ohhhhh, Lena! Are we rubbing off on you? Is Overwatch’s golden girl joining the dark side?” Sombra asked with a laugh, slowly inching closer to the brit. Reaper actually chuckled at Lena’s discomfort and she swore she saw a hint of amusement pass through Widowmaker’s eyes.

Lena blushed harder and halfheartedly shoved Sombra back into her seat. “Piss off, guys! I just thought it’d be a better team building exercise than the ones Angela pre-approved.”

“So you think a drinking game will help us more than what the actual doctor approved?” Widow asked, unconvinced that Lena could be a better therapist than an actual certified doctor.

“Hey, who’s the official leader of the Talon Recovery and Support Group?”

The Talon trio responded with ‘You’ in various dull tones.

“That’s right! That means I get to pick the recovery methods and I choose this one!” Lena reached into the brown paper bag on the floor next to her, pulling out four shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. Reaper almost immediately groaned when he saw the brand.

“Really, Lena? Jack Daniel’s?”

Lena’s eyes widened. “Shit, sorry Gabe. Didn’t think that one through. You okay to continue, or…?”

Reaper shrugged it off, forcing back the smoke that would’ve suffocated everyone in the room. It’d be a pain on his part to have to explain how you accidentally asphyxiate someone without touching them. “It’s been awhile since my last drink. I’ll take anything at this point.”

Lena smiled brightly at him and passed out the shot glasses. Funnily enough, each glass matched its owner’s signature color. Orange for Lena, Purple for Sombra, Black For Reaper, and Periwinkle for Widowmaker. Lena opened the bottle and poured everyone’s shot.

“I don’t even know if I can actually get drunk, you know.” Widow remarked as she swished the whiskey around the small glass.

“We’ll find out soon enough, araña.” Sombra replied, raising her purple glass. You could practically see the humor dancing in her eyes

“Alright, then! I assume everyone knows how to play?”

Everyone nodded and Lena clapped her hands. “Right then! I’ll go first. Never have I ever...ridden an animal!”

“Boooooo!” Sombra replied immediately.

“Oi! I’m just trying to break the ice!” Lena said with a small pout.

Either way no one took a shot, which meant Sombra went next. “Never have I ever kissed the enemy.”

The other three immediately took their shots, making Sombra smirk victoriously.

“Don’t act like we haven’t seen you making eyes at the architect, Sombra.” Reaper retorted. Sombra flipped him off and crossed her arms, but immediately sat up as the realization set in.

“Wait, who did you kiss, Lena?”

Lena almost gagged as she recounted the tale. “Before we recruited the Junkers, Winston had me, Lucio, and Hana evaluate them. We ended up playing truth or dare and Hana dared Jamison to kiss me.”

Sombra burst out laughing and slapped her hands onto the table to steady herself. Reaper looked amused, asking, “Was he any good?”

Lena blanched. “Considering the only other thing he’s probably kissed is Mako’s mask? Pretty shit.” Now Reaper was genuinely laughing, and Lena could see Widow smiling in the corner of her eye. She gave herself a mental high five for that one.

Reaper and Sombra finished laughing just in time for him to say, “Never have I ever kissed a girl.”

“Hijo de puta!” All the humor left Sombra’s eyes as she took her shot.

Lena and Widow also took shots, making Sombra curious. “I know Lena has a girlfriend, but what about you, araña?”

Widowmaker sighed into her empty glass before muttering Angela’s name. Lena gasped out loud and Reaper’s eyes widened. Sombra however looked like she won a bet. (Hana and Lucio owed her twenty bucks now. She would be cashing that in later.)

“You and Angie!? How haven’t I noticed?” Lena said in disbelief, trying to delve deep into her memories for any signs she may have missed.

“We prefer to keep our relationship private. And i’d prefer it if it stayed that way, cherie.”

Sombra made the lips sealed gesture and both Reaper and Lena nodded their heads in a silent agreement. Widow nodded gratefully, the smallest hints of her smile returning to her face.

“Also, you're not the most observant person, Lena.” added Sombra unhelpfully.

Lena looked offended at the jab. “Oi! I’m plenty observant!”

“Remember the first day of our sessions when Sombra replaced us all with holograms?” Widow replied easily.

Both Reaper and Sombra almost teared up laughing as they recounted the memory. They had all been much more hostile when they first sought refuge with Overwatch. They were all bitter about having to spend time in a therapy/support group by Angela’s order, and even more so when they found out the infamous Tracer would be leading the sessions. In a last ditch effort to get a few free hours done, Sombra constructed three life size holograms of their likeness to sit in on their first session. Unbelievably, it had taken Lena a total of two hours into the session to realize she had been talking to herself the whole time. Sombra still had the entire video saved somewhere. It was worth the consequence of dish duty for the week, if they were honest.

“Let’s just continue the bloody game.” grumbled Lena as she refilled everyone's shots.

“Never have I ever talked to myself for two hours straight.” Widow said without hesitation. Oh, she was definitely smiling now.

“Now you guys are just being rude!” Lena exclaimed grumpily as she downed yet another shot.

At this point Sombra though she had lost a lung laughing, and Reaper couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so much. Even Widow would admit to feeling amused at the situation.

“Never have I ever worked with Talon!” Lena said bitterly, watching contently as the trio took their shots.

“That’s cold, chica. Ice cold.” Reaper said calmly, obviously trying to get a rise out of the time traveler.

Lena flipped him off and refilled the shots. “Never have I ever hacked something.” Reaper said, staring at Sombra throughout the entire sentence.

“Oh so now we’re targeting me?! It wasn’t even your turn, cabrón!” She exclaimed bitterly.

“Never have I ever worn purple eye shadow.” Widow added on.

“Vete a la mierda!”

“I do believe you have shots to take Ms. Sombra.” Lena said cockily as she raised the Jack Daniel’s bottle. Sombra scowled and took her two shots. “Two can play at that game, assholes…” She muttered, starting to feel the shots kick in.

“Never have I ever had blue skin!” Widow frowned as she took her shot.

“Never have I ever used a sniper rifle.”

“Never have I ever lost a sniper duel rematch.”

“Enfoirés!” Widowmaker was still bitter that Ana had won that. She was even more bitter when she found out the other three had recorded the whole debacle. Sombra wouldn’t stop asking her what a sleep dart to the ass felt like for an entire week.

The game went on in a similar fashion for the next hour, with everyone in the group being targeted every once in awhile. The game continued until the bottle was drained, leaving the four of them extremely drunk. Both Lena and Sombra were delighted to find out that Widow could indeed get drunk, but the icing on the cake was that she was more open while intoxicated.

It’s not like they could call her out on it anyways, what with the three of them being equally as drunk. The four had moved from the table to the rec room’s sofa where they were currently laying. Reaper was sitting spread out on one end, while Widow had laid her head on top of Sombra’s stomach at the other end. Lena was laid out across all of their legs, playing with bits of her hair that had fallen onto her face.

“I just...feel trapped, y’know?” muttered Widow dramatically.

“I feel that.”

“Preach it sister!”

Lena smiled lopsidedly. “See? We’re talkin ‘bout our feeling! Imma great therapist!” She slurred.

The trio muttered words of agreement as they continued listening to Widowmaker’s emo ramblings. After a few minutes, Sombra stood suddenly, accidentally throwing Lena to the floor.

“Ow! Sombraaaaa!” Lena whined from the floor.

“We should get some food.” Sombra announced as if it was the greatest idea she’d ever came up with.

“We’re all drunk as fuck. Who’sh gonna drive?” asked Reaper sarcastically, not even attempting to hide his slurred words.

“Athena has an auto pilot thingy, I think. We jus’ gotta ask ‘er to use it.” responded Lena while still making no attempt to get up from the floor.

“Angela has that AI in her pocket. How are we gonna convince her to bring us without her tattling?” Asked Widow, taking short pauses while speaking to sound as sober as possible.

“Leave it t’me, amigos! I’ve got the magic touch!” Sombra exclaimed, wiggling her fingers as if it would reinforce her point.

Not long after the drunken quartet found themselves facing a massive screen on one of the Orca ships they kept in the launching bay. The screen had Athena’s logo on it, and Sombra was dangling off of it, stroking the screen with her fingernails.

“C-come on! Hack!” She demanded as she stroked the screen vigorously.

The other three swore they heard Athena sigh. “Please, Agent Sombra, this is undignifi-”

“I AM THE HACKERMAN! HACK!” She interrupted, rubbing Athena’s screen like a genie in a bottle.

“We’ll make her stop if you take us to the mainland.” Widow said with a grin.

“Agent Mercy made her instructions clear, the three of you are not-”

“BREAK INTO THE MAINFRAME!”

If Athena had actual facial expressions she would have one of absolute terror as Sombra began to try and pry open her screen. A small crack appearing was the final straw. “Fine! But stay near the Orca so I may monitor your actions.”

“You're a doll, ‘Thena!” Lena cried as she flopped into the pilot’s seat.

“See? Told you guys it would work!” Sombra said happily, though she stopped harassing the AI, didn’t move from her spot on top of Athena’s screen.

“I say we go to Taco Bell!”

“Thatsh not authentic Mexican food, Lena.” Reaper replied immediately from the co-pilot seat.

“He’s right! I say McDonald’s!” yelled Sombra from the ceiling.

“Pff, such undignified tastes. Why don’t we go to somewhere more dignified, like Subway?”

“How can you still manage to be this boring while this drunk, araña?”

“Putain de merde!”

“What about TGI Friday’s?”

“Gabe, it ain’t Friday. That’s breaking the rules!” Lena sounded offended at just the thought of considering going.

“Hooters then? Or Five Guys?” Sombra said, growing tired of the debate.

“This isn’t America, Sombra. I don’t even think they have those restaurants outside the states.” Widow was back to the eye rolling as she situated herself on the sofa in the corner of the orca. She picked up a magazine from the table, but gave up any attempts to read with her impaired vision.

“If I may interject, agents?”

Athena’s sudden appearance startled Sombra, making her fall from her nest on top of Athena’s screen. She let out a string of Spanish curses as the others laughed at her drunken misery.

“Apologies Agent Sombra,” Athena said, not sounding apologetic at all. “The nearest restaurant to Watchpoint: Gibraltar would be a Burger King. I would highly recommend choosing this restaurant as it is located in a rural town, so you may not be easily spotted by local authorities. Not only this, but the Orca would be able to land relatively close, meaning I would still be able to monitor you all easily.”

It went quiet for a few moments.

“Burger King, then? All in favor say aye.”

“Aye.” said everyone in unison.

Half an hour later the drunken quartet were sitting together in an empty Burger King, all nursing burgers. They ate slowly, taking huge bites and chewing slow. The silence was comforting, until Sombra ruined it.

“So like, do you think lobsters are mermaids to scorpions?”

“What the fuck, Sombra?” answered Reaper immediately, pausing in his chewing and giving Sombra a concerned look.

“What? It's a good question!”

“Do you think sand is called sand because it’s between the land and the sea?” Reaper retorted, looking smug as Sombra’s expression jumped between frustration and curiosity.

“That’s not fair…” she muttered eventually while taking another bite of her burger.

“Is the C or the S silent in Scent?” asked Widow with genuine curiosity.

“Fucking hell guys, I’m took drunk for this shit…” groaned Lena as she rested her forehead on the table. Widow rubbed small apologetic circles on her back, making Lena groan in appreciation.

The silence returned as they all finished their food, though no one made a move to leave the restaurant.

“You know...when all this shit started with the breaking out of Talon and joining Overwatch, I hated you. I wanted to blast that cheeky grin right off your face. But these last few months have really changed me, y’know? I actually don’t wanna actively kill everyone within a twenty foot radius. So, thanks for that, Lena. You're so bad at this therapy stuff, after all.” Reaper’s cheeks began leaking smoke making him sink down into his seat in embarrassment.

“Aw, Gabe! Y’know I never doubted you for a second! I knew you still had some happiness left somewhere in there!”

“Er...Before I joined Talon I was in a gang. Los Muertos. Had a lot of friends back then. After I discovered that global conspiracy, I had to cut ties and wipe myself off the earth completely. I had to leave the only family I had behind. So, like, I’m glad I have you guys here now, I guess. You remind me of mi familia. Ustedes son mi familia, ahora.” Sombra finished her speech with a blush, and furiously wiped at her eyes.

Lena made no attempt to stop her own tears as she pulled Sombra into a tight hug that was gladly returned. Widow cleared her throat awkwardly to draw everyone’s attention, but avoided eye contact.

“I...am not good at expressing my feelings. But, despite how I act. I can say with certainty that the past few months have given me some of my happiest memories. Not just with Angela, but with you all as well. I am grateful that I have you all with me today, yes, even you Sombra...but if you tell anyone I said that I’ll shave off the rest of your hair.”

“Your secret is safe with me, araña.” Sombra’s voice didn’t hold her usually playfulness, and instead Sombra rested her hand softly on top of Widow’s, giving her a small wink. “I knew you secretly loved us, spiderwoman.”

“Are we even drunk anymore?” asked Lena curiously, thoroughly enjoying their team bonding.

“Eh, I kinda lost the real buzz after the burger to be honest.” said Reaper with a small shrug.

“Yeah, same.”

Lena nodded, “So you’ll all remember this in the morning right? Cause I certainly won't forget this.” Lena gestured her arms between them with a smile.

“I don’t even think we’ll survive until tomorrow if Angela catches us.” replied Widow, suddenly fearing her girlfriend’s wrath as she slowly grew more sober.

“It’s midnight, so we should probably get going to avoid the wrath of the angel of death.”

“Oh that’s rich coming from you, Gabie.”

“Shut up Sombra, we just had a tender moment…”

“Exactly, it was too tender. We’ve gotta start the mocking and insults again so we don’t go soft.”

“Too late for that, love! You all already admitted you loved meee!” Lena teased as the quartet exited the restaurant and headed back to the Orca.

The ride back was quiet, though Athena didn’t miss the opportunity to ask if they enjoyed their meal sarcastically. By the time they got back to Watchpoint: Gibraltar it was well past curfew. Athena reluctantly stayed with the four instead of returning to Winston’s lab, helpfully informing them that Hana was somehow still awake. Not only that, but she was in in kitchen, and would most definitely see the four of them sneaking in.

“If we can’t get to our rooms where do we sleep then?” whispered Widow.

“Dibs on the rec room sofa!” Sombra ran off ahead of the others with that parting sentence.

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Lena whisper-yelled as she blinked to catch up with the hacker.

“Well I sure as hell am not sleeping on the damn floor.” Reaper dissolved into mist and disappeared, leaving Widow alone in the hall.

She sighed, and began to walk. “Imbéciles…”

Angela was always the first one awake in the base, waking up at 6:00 AM sharp. She made herself a cup of coffee and made her way to the rec room to enjoy some peace and quiet. That is, until the sound of snoring echoed throughout the room. Curiously, she walked to the sofa, and gasped softly.

Gabriel was without his mask, looking more peaceful than Angela had seen him in a long time. Sombra was laying on his chest, holding Lena who was laying on her stomach against Sombra’s body. Widowmaker had her legs propped up on the sofa arm, but the rest of her body was nestled between Lena’s sleeping form and the sofa cushion.

Angela whipped her phone out and snapped a few picture, making sure not to wake the four of them. She placed a quick kiss on Widow forehead, before leaving the rec room to let them sleep. She sent a quick message to everyone in Overwatch, telling them to avoid the recreation room for the rest of the morning, but not without also including the pictures she took.

She knew she made the right choice having Lena lead that support group.

(Angela withdrew that thought the moment Athena ratted out the quartet for their midnight escapades. She did, however, smile contently watching the four suffer through dish duty for the entire month.)