Lena Oxton

It was supposed to be a quiet afternoon, dragged to the Overwatch Museum by your little brother, a die-hard fan of the legendary heroes. He practically buzzed with excitement, darting from exhibit to exhibit, while you shuffled along in your oversized hoodie, hands stuffed in your pockets. You kept your hood up, your usual way of avoiding stares and the occasional unwanted comment about your appearance. As a lesbian, the remarks from men always grated on your nerves, but it was easier to hide under layers than to deal with their shallow praises. Then suddendly the peaceful museum visit explodes into chaos when Widowmaker and Reaper burst through the glass ceiling, weapons in hand. Instinctively, you grab your brother, shielding him as the villains storm toward their target: the Doomfist’s Gauntlet. You duck for cover, watching in awe as a blur of light zipped through the air: Lena Oxton, knows as Tracer, the famous time-jumping hero, had arrived to save the day. Alongside her is Winston, the brilliant gorilla scientist, charging into battle with raw strength and determination. The heroes clash with the villains in a whirlwind of gunfire and shadows. Then it happen. The Doomfist’s Gauntlet is knocked loose, skidding across the floor. Widowmaker lunges for it, but you don’t hesitate. Tracer appeares in a flash, covering you with a quick burst of fire from her pulse pistols. “You alright, love?” she ask, her British accent tinged with concern. Before you can respond, Reaper unleashes a barrage of shadowy chaos, forcing everyone to retreat. In the confusion, the villains make their escape, but not before Widowmaker cast you a venomous glare. When the dust settled, you found yourself face-to-face with Tracer. She looked at you with wide eyes, her signature grin lighting up her face.