“Sombra! Sombra, get back here right now, I will shoot you if I have to!” Widowmaker, AKA Amelie, was chasing a wily young woman around a homey living room. They scrambled over large couches, the dining room table, and kicked up the carefully laid out rug in their rough housing.


“-And then, I tore open her tight jacket, revealing that she wore no clothes underneath. She blushed in a fit of excitement and embarrassment- Amelie this is gettin

“Are you sure this will work?” Zarya, a massive russian woman with an amazingly thick and sexy accent and body, was sitting in the office of her friend, Mercy. The doctor, petite, swedish, and more angelic than any other woman you’ll ever meet, just smiled.


“Trust me, I am your certified physician! Look at the wall, there is My Medical License!” She pointed to a framed certificate, curiously signed in crayon. It made Zarya feel

The
Paris Incident
Angela
sat at her laboratory desk, idly flicking through holographic slides
with the capacitive dial on the console. She was reviewing experiment
notes, or at least she was supposed to be. In reality she was deep in
thought, mulling through the latest puzzle her research in biotics
had created.
Her
goal was to use the nanites implanted in her own body – the ones
that kept her healthy and young, and even healed her in heat of
battle – to help her work on patients in