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With a deep breath in and a tired, long breath out, Angela slowly opened her eyes as she sat up. She ran a hand through her blonde, unruly hair and tucked a stray piece behind her ear. She yawned, covering her mouth with a hand before sitting up and looking over at the resting sniper. She smiled to herself, relieved and so very glad that the other had been able to get some much needed rest. She turned to face the woman and placed her hand on her shoulder gently, in hopes of not startling her.
“Amélie… It’s time to wake up.”
Amélie warily opened her eyes, blinking a few times and let out a small groan as she did so. She looked up at the doctor that smiled down upon her and she turned her face into the blankets, muttering to herself with a small smile on her features. Her mouth formed a straight line at the idea of getting out of the warm bed that had her angel sitting in it. Why would she leave her bed ever again? She huffed and looked at the woman once more, her brows furrowing slightly as she spoke.
“But I am so tired.”
“I know, liebling, but we should get you up, get you clean, and feed you, don’t you think?”
“Not really…” Amélie replied, pouting to herself as she unwillingly sat up in bed. She pushed the blankets off of herself and stretched out her long arms, soon slipping out of the bed. She turned to face the doctor once more and crossed her arms, leaning towards the other. “I’m up, happy?”
“Eternally.” Angela replied with a warm smile and a cheery tone, pressing a sweet kiss to the sniper’s pouty lips. “Thank you.” She stepped out of bed and moved the blankets back into place, making sure it looked put together and not a total mess that it usually was when the spider lived alone. She faced the woman across the bed from her and smiled once more, walking towards the bathroom with the wave of her hand, “Step two: get you clean.”
Amélie let out a sigh and followed the other woman towards the bathroom. She knew the doctor only did this because she cared and knew that the sniper would not do it without help or encouragement, and it filled her with happiness. Someone actually cared for her, not the monster she had become or what was created from her, the woman actually cared about her health and happiness. It was reassuring, it was sweet, it was ultimately the best feeling that she could possibly comprehend in the moment. It brought a smile to her graceful features as she stepped into the bathroom.
“Do you know what would make me eternally happy, Angela?”
“What would that be?”
“You to take a shower with me.”
“Oh, hush you.” Angela replied with a smile to herself as her cheeks gained a pink hue. “You will be taking this one alone, liebling.” She turned the knob on the shower, starting the water and placing a hand underneath the flow to feel for the temperature. She adjusted the knob slightly before nodding to herself and pulling the curtain on the shower closed.
“Please?” Amélie replied, removing her shirt and throwing it on the floor. “You don’t have to stay the whole time, just for a minute.”
“Next time, I promise.” Angela said, shaking her head with a blushy smile. She bent down and picked up the woman’s clothes as she threw them on the floor, soon urging the other into the shower. She moved towards the door, opening it, but paused there for a short moment. “I have to start packing your things, you cannot expect to do that all on your own do you?”
“Well, I thought so!” Amélie replied from the shower, speaking up under the crashing water. “You should not have to do it, it is my shit…”
“No,” Angela started, shaking her head as she spoke, “I want you to focus on you-- cleaning yourself, feeding yourself. I will take care of everything else and we should be out of here soon. I will pack our things, I don’t really have anything here anyways. It will be no trouble at all. You don’t have to worry, Amélie, okay?”
“Okay, but--”
“I just want you to keep your temperature up today, it’s cold out so I’ll pick out something warm for you to wear-- it will be waiting on the bed for you when you’re done.” Angela said, closing the door behind her slowly. “I am going to start working on something for us to eat.”
“Alright.” Amélie said just before the door shut and left her alone. She let out a sigh and ran her fingers through her hair as she closed her eyes under the rushing water of the shower. She moved to put shampoo into her hair, lathering it luxuriously as she hummed to herself. She opened her eyes gently, looking at her skin as it started to turn pale pink again.
She turned her hands over and flicked her gaze down her body, calmly taking in the changes with a welcoming expression. She closed her eyes once more and began washing the shampoo out of her hair, relaxing under the stream of the hot water. She felt so at home, she felt comfortable and more like herself. She wondered what living with Overwatch agents was going to be like. Of course it was not going to be anything like living with the doctor-- she was different, she was special, but what about the others, what about living on another base?
She had requested an apartment in Paris from TALON not too long ago, living on base with her team had been fine, it was living there with her creator made it a nightmare she could never wake from. Every day they did tests on her, every day they evaluated her and made sure that the monster was not crumbling or fading. Every day had turned into one long doctor’s visit and she hated it. The only time she could get away was when she was on a mission or allowed to sleep, not that she ever did get any rest. She had started to really looking forward to her missions, to perfecting her shots and becoming a flawless assassin, really looking forward to killing innocent people without them even knowing they were under her scope.
Amélie shuttered, wrapping her arms around her thin frame as she was shaken from her thoughts. Living in this new place was not going to be like that at all, nothing would ever be like that. This would be different, she was different, and she had Angela. She was safe, everything was alright. She was protected and cared for.
She finished washing the shampoo from her hair and she started to rub in conditioner, making sure to be gentle. She smiled to herself, she was finally happy and she was not going to give that up for anything. Finding this happiness was the hardest thing she has ever had to do. Nothing would stop her from keeping it. She finally had something to fight for, something real.
She lathered her body with body wash and placed herself under the flowing water, making sure to avoid her hair for the moment. She ran her hands down her being, washing away the soap before putting her hair under the steaming water as well. She rinsed the conditioner from her hair slowly and soon turned the knob, turning the water off. She pushed back the shower curtain and took a towel from the rack, wrapping one around her body before stepping out. She took another towel and started to dry her hair while opening the door with one hand and walking towards her bed, looking down at the outfit picked by the doctor.
A thick, black, long-sleeved sweater, pair of jeans, purple knit socks, and undergarments laid on the bed. She smiled to herself slightly and mumbled to herself a thanks towards the doctor before finishing drying herself off. She put on her undergarments then slipped into the jeans and pulled on the sweater as her smile only grew wider. She blinked, looking over at the bed at something she had missed as she put on her socks-- the woman even had a grey scarf put out for her to wear. She rolled her eyes before wrapping the scarf around her neck, soon moving to her vanity to tie her hair up into a tight ponytail with a tie.
She tilted her head to the side as she looked at her reflection, she could barely recognize herself. She laughed slightly at how she looked, but not in a bad way, yet in relief and amazement. She looked so comfortable and, believe it or not, happy. She smiled once more and turned around as she looked in the mirror, nodding to herself at how she looked. She let out a sigh as she faced forwards again, reaching up to her neck to adjust the scarf to make sure it hung around her perfectly. She took one last look before walking out of her bedroom towards the kitchen.
“Angela, this is really the most comfortable thing I have worn in such a long time.” Amélie said while walking towards the coffee machine. “Thank you.”
“Of course, liebling.” Angela said with a light, warm chuckle as she watched the other enter the kitchen. She smiled wider as she noticed the sniper wore everything she had set out for her, not a single article of clothing was missed. She moved over to the woman and adjusted the scarf, wrapping it into a simple design before returning to the stove. “You are very welcome, I am truly glad to hear you are comfortable and hopefully warm.”
“What are you making this morning?” Amélie asked while pouring coffee into a mug. “Omelettes?” She leaned over, peering over the woman’s shoulder at the pan on the stove and took a quick breath in to smell the aroma of the breakfast. She smiled and brought her mug to her lips, taking a quick sip of the hot coffee.
“Exactly right, just something light before traveling.” Angela explained as she placed the second omelet onto a second plate. She took out two sets of silverware and put them on the counter behind them along with the plates of their breakfast. She then moved to her seat and sat down, bringing her mug of tea to her mouth and taking drink. “I was able to get in contact with Overwatch.”
“They are going to help you, Amélie, they are going to help us.” She said, her eyes lighting up as spoke, her tone becoming excited as she continued. “They are going to let you help them, they are going to let you join.” She smiled to herself as she picked up her silverware, cutting her omelet and taking a bite. She took another bite of her breakfast before taking a sip of her tea once more, barely being able to contain herself.
“Really?” Amélie asked, sitting down next to the woman as she looked down at her breakfast. She could not believe it, she did not think they would help her, let alone let her join their cause, because of all the horrible things she has done. She picked up her fork and picked at the omelet on her plate, rather stunned at the news. “Do you think I am ready… for that?”
“Amélie…” Angela replied, setting down her silverware and turning to face the other woman. “I will be with you every step along the way, you have nothing to fear, and I know you are ready.” She placed her hands on the woman’s cheeks, her thumbs rubbing reassuringly there as she spoke. She smiled warmly at the sniper, her brows knitted together in slight worry for the other.
“I am with you.”
Amélie let out a heavy breath and nodded, smiling weakly at the woman across from her. She was nervous and scared, she did not know what was going to happen, yet she knew everything was going to be okay. She knew the doctor was going to take care of her, protect her, and help her in every single way she could. She smiled more confidently and placed her own hands atop the other woman’s. “Everything will be alright.”
“Exactly, liebling.”
“Step three: get me fed.” Amélie said, smiling widely as she picked up her fork and knife. She cut into the omelet and took a big bite of the breakfast, eating quickly as she paused to take a sip of her steaming hot coffee. She slowed down, starting to eat at a more normal pace as the doctor gave her a stern, but loving look. She soon finished her meal and set her silverware down, bringing her mug to her lips once more.
“Now you’re getting it.” Angela laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. She shook her head with a large smile on her face as she watched the other eat quickly, prompting her to roll her eyes. She took a few bites of her breakfast, eating far more leisurely while drinking her hot tea. She soon finished her breakfast as well though, getting up to place both their plates in the sink along with their silverware.
“Let’s go pack, Amélie.” She said, motioning to the bedroom with the nod of her head. “We have somewhere to be soon, the transport will be at the airport.”
Amélie smiled at the other and stood from her seat, moving quickly towards her bedroom. She opened the door and spotted the bags in the corner, most likely moved there by the doctor. She moved them onto the bed and opened them swiftly, letting out a happy sigh at the emptiness they provided her, the possibilities. She headed into her closet and sifted through the racks of clothing and accessories, picking out what she really needed and wanted to bring along. She turned and tossed them into one of the bags on the bed, returning to the closet to keep pulling things out.
Angela smiled gently and followed the woman into the bedroom, watching how excited the other was filled her with joy and admiration. She sniper had come so far, had grown so much and it was absolutely inspiring. She smirked and rose an eyebrow as the spider threw her clothes into the bag from halfway across the room, not even bothering to take the hangers off. She stepped towards the bed, removing the hangers and placing them off to the side. She started to fold the clothing and placed it neatly into a bag, continuing with each toss of clothing the other woman did.
Amélie soon cleared out her closet and had all of the things she needed thrown onto the bed, prompting her to move to her vanity and bathroom to get the rest of her things. She walked to the bed and placed her things inside of her bags, tucking them away into the pockets. She sighed to herself as she took a step back, looking around the room to make sure she didn’t leave anything behind that she might need or want to bring with. She blinked and rushed off to the kitchen to return with two mugs, one being her favorite mug and the other being the first mug the doctor had drank out of while in the apartment-- their first night together. She placed the mugs into her bag among the clothing to keep them from breaking during their flight.
Angela smiled over her shoulder as she continued to fold clothing and put away jewelry and make up into the bags as she sniper tossed them onto the bed. She was surprised to see the woman rush off, seemingly as if she forgot something, only to see her return with two rather familiar mugs. She smiled wider as she knew what they both meant to the spider, how important they were to her. She watched the other put them into a bag herself, making sure that they were packed properly to avoid damage. “Those are my favorite.”
“Mine too.” Amélie replied with a smile before returning to the closet. She scooped up as many pairs of shoes she could, soon dumping them into the bags on her bed. She went back to her closet and picked up the rest of her shoes, putting them into her bags as well before turning towards the doctor. “Yes, I need these.”
“No problem, liebling.” Angela laughed, rearranging the shoes in the bag to make them fit better. She straightened everything out and made sure everything was packed tight before facing the sniper with a smile, wrapping her into a hug. She smiled warmly and tucked her head into the woman’s shoulder, holding her close. She leaned back and pressed a sweet kiss to the spider’s lips before pulling away and asking, “Is that everything?”
“Yes, this is it.” Amélie replied, as she pulled out of the kiss from the doctor. She moved towards the bags and started to zip them closed, one after another. She then pulled them off the bed and wheeled them out of the room, leaving them next to the door to the apartment. “This is it.”
Angela followed the sniper to the door, stepping closer to the woman once more and hugging her once more as she couldn't help herself. She let out a relieved and happy sigh as she did so, smiling to herself as she soon let go. She looked up into the spider’s eyes, searching her yellow gaze. She placed her hands on the other’s sides and said, “Are you ready, Amélie?”
“I know I am.” Amélie replied, looking down at the angel before her. She smiled back and tilted her head to the side, nodding in reassurance to the other before turning away and opening the door. She felt a cool draft waft up the stairs and into her apartment, making her smile wider. She took the doctor’s hand in hers, lacing their fingers together as she grabbed the handle on one of her bags while the other woman took the second bag.
“Let’s not be late, Angela.”