#but like as soon as shit gets real she still says she hasta fight

[chickensauras]

Ok listen. I just have *some thoughts*. Thoughts I can't articulate. So I drew this instead :U

Ref image is from ch. 6

[prettyblossoms]

Lost in Limbo (Ch.6)

Summary: Dealing with the pressure of being a teenager is proving to be too much for seventeen-year-old Eddie Kaspbrak, who is unable to deal with his overbearing mother’s expectations and violent school bullies. To make matters worse, he is fighting a losing battle with his sexuality. Meanwhile, Richie Tozier is trying to convince himself that what he feels towards his best friend is mere attraction. Will they be able to find the truth in each other or are they destined to crash and burn?

Pairings: Reddie, Stenbrough, Benverly.

Warnings: Angst, homophobic language.

A/N: I would like to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for reading my story. Leaving comments and reblogging always make me smile and make me feel good about what I am writing. This chapter was edited by my friend, dinotsuki! She is on ao3 and tumblr! However, if you find any errors please let me know! More eyes are better than four.

Previous Chapters:

Prelude Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5

                             Chapter 6: You're the Inspiration Richie drove just as he lived each day, fast-paced and dangerously. He swerved in and out of traffic earning him honks from those in his path. They slammed on their brakes to avoid hitting him, screaming profanities as they rushed past him. Richie groaned in annoyance and threw the trash he had sitting on the passenger seat out the window.

Hasta la vista, homework.

To drown out the frustrated yells from the traffic around him, he turned the radio up to an alarmingly high volume. The truck began to rattle, and he could practically feel his seat pulsating beneath him. He slapped his hands onto the wheel playfully following the tempo of the song.

Raspily he sang, "Take a bottle, shake it up. Break the bubble, break it up. Pour some sugar on me. Ooh, in the name of love. Pour some sugar on me."

Richie turned the wheel and shifted his blinker on signaling for everyone to get the hell out of his way. He accelerated up to 85 miles per hour and then merged between three lanes with ease, possibly leaving behind wreckage and disaster. Richie parked onto a dirty area just outside the Barrens. He pulled his keys out of the ignition and practically flew out of the car. He swallowed thickly to regain moisture in his mouth.

"Oh, Eds! Come out come out wherever you are. Dear old Trashmouth has come to save the day."

His voice echoed, causing the nearby birds to drift away from trees in the distance.

Richie listened for any noises nearby, but his ears did not pick up on anything but chirps. Richie began to walk more quickly through the rocky area, near the water's surface shouting. "You know, I am not in the mood to play hide and go seek Eds. Well except for later when I play hide the cucumber with your mother."

Still nothing.

He stopped to look around the area, trying to determine which way Eddie would have gone. His eyes averted to the environment in front of him. Rocks of all sizes littered onto the dirty ground.

Nope

Eddie would be too afraid of falling onto the uneven gravel and getting a disease from an animal's feces. He shifted his body to the left and noticed a path that was almost barren, past the stream. It appeared to be more dirt than rock.

Bingo

As Richie began to walk down the trail, he heard the unmistakable sound of someone wheezing in the distance. Richie quickened his pace his vans crunching the crisp leafs below.

“Eds!” His ordinarily low voice escalated a couple of notches, the sound was entirely foreign for Richie.

Then the loud, uneven breathing abruptly stopped, leaving Richie with no idea where to go. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his own heart beating rapidly in his ears, knowing the situation became dire.

“Fuck! Eddie, where are you?” He muttered as he sprinted further down the path, his eyes frantically darting looking for the smaller boy.

Richie ran as fast as he could, but he was certainly not in his element. Sweat rolled down his forehead making his curly hair cling to him uncomfortably. His lungs screamed at him in protest, each time he inhaled through his nose his chest radiated with heat. He panted deeply, trying to intake more precious air. Richie's body hurt from overexertion, and his mind screamed at him to stop. But his heart wouldn't let him. It was his turn to go to the end of the world for Eddie. It did not help matters that he was long and ungraceful like a gazelle, so he almost tripped over his own feet numerous times.

The world stopped rotating when he finally found the smaller male. Richie’s eyes magnified taking in Eddie's appearance. He was sprawled out on the floor with dirt clinging to his clothes, hair, and body. His breath hitched as he noticed the spaghetti staining not only the black hoodie he was wearing but also his gorgeous hair. Eddie's breaths were shallow, but he was struggling.

"Eds!" Richie dropped to his side immediately grabbing Eddie's shoulders hauling him up to a sitting position. He placed one of his arms on Eddie's lower back while he put the other one in his pocket, grabbing an extra inhaler. Skillfully, he pulled off the cap and placed the device up to Eddie's lips.

He pulled the trigger on the top, allowing the "medicine" to flow into the boy's lungs. Richie could feel Eddie beginning to even out, so he rubbed reassuring circles into Eddie's back.

"You're okay now, Eds." Richie turned to smile, but it disappeared when he noticed Eddie's eyelashes glued onto his cheeks. Eddie was fast asleep. Richie swallowed the lump in his throat, looking back at the direction he just came from and then at Eddie again.

Just my fucking luck.

Without a second thought, he placed his arm under Eddie's knees being careful not to brush against the boy's rear accidentally. With his free arm, he pushed Eddie into his chest grabbing onto his shoulder. Richie hauled him up into his arms, his legs almost buckling beneath him due to Eddie's deadweight.

"Damn Eds. You're going to be the death of me." Richie chuckled at his joke as he carried Eddie out of the Barrens.

Eddie's head was throbbing in agony, the sound of wind rushing towards at an alarming rate only worsened it. His hair was moving everywhere, which would have been an issue, had he not welcomed the crisp air refreshing his sweaty skin.

His eyes opened, and he started to scan his surroundings. He could see what was supposed to be the bottom of a vehicle's floorboard, trash covering it completely. Directly in front of him was a dashboard and he saw the familiar air freshener in the shape of a tree dangling on the sun visor mirror.

"R-Richie?" His mouth was drier than the Sahara desert, so it came out weakly. Richie turned his head over to him, only taking his eyes off of the road in front of him for a second. "Morning sleepy head."

"Do you have anything to drink, Rich? I am so fucking thirsty. I'll drink almost anything. As long as it's sealed."

Richie laughed at that. Even when Eddie was in such a desperate state, the germaphobe inside of him still managed to surface. He reached into a black plastic bag beside him and pulled out a water bottle dangling it in front of Eddie.

Eddie snatched it and opened the cap inspected the rim to make sure it was clean. He then turned his head to Richie. "Wait. Did you buy this from a gas station?"

"Seriously? It's fucking closed, your majesty. I didn't even take a drink of it. How the hell are you going to question where it came from?" Richie added, "I spent $1.00 on that, so it is the real deal Eds."

"Do you know what they do at gas stations, Richie? They take old water bottles and refill them with tap water, glue them shut and then resell them! Do you even know what's in tap water? There is fucking lead, chlorine, and fluoride! I don't know about you, but I don't want any of that shit in my body. Also, do you know how many people's lips may have come into contact with-"

Richie cut him off, "What happened to, 'I'll drink almost anything, as long as it's sealed' huh?" raising the pitch of his voice, mocking the younger boy.

Eddie sighed as he brought the bottle up to his lips, drinking some of it. He smacked his tongue to the roof of his mouth and didn't taste any chalky textures. He took another drink, this time he took large gulps until there was nothing left.

Richie hummed in satisfaction. "Weren't all of those minerals and lead particles delicious, Eds?"

Eddie wanted to punch him but only slumped back into the comfort of Richie's passenger seat. "Fuck you, Tozier."

"You'll have to wait in line behind your mother and the rest of the student body," Richie responded without thinking. As soon as he realized, he felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Quickly, he tried to change the subject. "Are you going to tell me what happened at school?"

Richie refused to make eye contact with Eddie, so he didn't see that Eddie's face was just as flushed as his own.

"No. I don't want to talk about it," it came out as a mumble since his head was downcast in shame.

Richie turned onto Eddie's street, and he could feel Eddie become tense. "What the hell are you doing Richie? Taking me home for my mother to slaughter me?!?"

"Eddie I know you don't want to talk about it, but you practically slapped Bowers into another fucking dimension. Then you ran out of the school while it was still in session. So, your mom is still at work!"

Eddie stopped, realizing Richie was right. "Sorry. I am just..." He paused thinking of what to say, "On edge."

"Everyone can tell, dude." Richie retorted. "If you don't want to talk about what happened at school, then can we at least talk about this morning?" He pulled his truck into Eddie's driveway and pulled his emergency brake to secure it in place. "There is nothing to talk about, Richie." Eddie got out of the car, stumbling slightly.

Richie was by his side in an instant, pulling one of Eddie's arms up onto his shoulder to stabilize him. "I only want to help you, Eds." His voice was stern, yet caring at the same time.

Eddie didn't know what to say, so he kept his mouth shut. Together they walked into the house and Eddie sighed in relief to see his mother was not home. In utter silence, they made their way up the stairs into Eddie's room.

Finally, Richie broke the awkward silence. “Well, Eddie Spaghetti-” he stopped when he noticed the other boy glaring at him on the bed.

“My bad, Eds.” Richie corrected himself, not wanting to remind his friend of the horrible events of the day.

Eddie stood up and went over to his drawers, grabbing a clean shirt, shorts, and underwear. "I'm going to get all this crap off of me. I'll leave the door open so you can continue to blabber, trashmouth."

Richie could hear the sound of Eddie peeling off his clothes, throwing them onto the floor without care. Richie did not dare to turn around. Instead, he turned his back so that it faced the bathroom door.

He looked around at the room that had become his second home. He could see parts of the white sheets showing underneath Eddie's bright salmon blanket. Then he looked over to Eddie's perfectly organized desk. All of the papers were in a neat pile. His pencils and other school supplies were in a box on the far corner.

Gently, he picked up the only thing he hadn't seen before. It was a cherry oak picture frame. Richie looked at it and smiled sincerely. It was a photo from Mike's 17th birthday party almost a year ago. Mike was wearing a pink birthday cap and had his arm wrapped around Bev, who was holding the cake up with a giant grin on her face. To her right stood Ben who was laughing at something Stan said. Stan was right beside him with his arm around Bill, who was smiling with his eyes closed. Finally, his eyes skimmed to himself who was looking at all of them blowing on a noise maker. Then there was Eddie, who was also smiling ear to ear. Unlike everyone else in the photo, Eddie's eyes only had one focus, and that was the person who was right beside him.

Being cautious of everything else on Eddie's desk, he set the photo back down but found something in its place. It was a mixtape that he did not recognize and he smirked at the idea of pure old Eddie hiding something from his mother.

Eddie came out of the shower wearing a white shirt and navy blue shorts. Richie's eyes to traveled down to Eddie's bare legs but knew he couldn't stare for long. Awkwardly, he grabbed the mixtape off of Eddie's desk.

Richie snorted bringing it up to face reading Eddie's neat handwriting in sharpie, “Chicago? This is some old shit, Eddie.” Richie looked back to Eddie's face. His hair was soaking wet, do drops of water slid off of his face onto his clean top.

Eddie's eyebrows furrowed and his nose scrunched up in annoyance. “You weren’t saying that three years ago. Since you don't clean yourself regularly, you must've accumulated a ton ear wax, and now it's clogging your hearing. I guess that's why you wouldn't know good music from bad.”

"Well, let's see if your music is any better Kaspbrak," Richie challenged the other as he slid the mixtape in Eddie's stereo and pressed play.

Eddie rolled his eyes and made himself comfortable on his bed, placing his hands on his lap.

Richie stood beside him. It was killing him not to talk, especially to Eddie. He wanted to know what was wrong with his best friend. No. Richie needed to understand what was going on like he required blood in his veins. Not having his questions answered made his mind wander restlessly. The sound of Chicago's songs playing one after another in the background was the only thing filling the tension in the room.

Eddie looked up and made eye contact with Richie for the first time since they got to the house. "Don't blow a head gasket over there, Rich."

"Easy for you to say, Eddie. I am supposed to be your best friend, and you won't tell me what the fuck is going on. Richie's feelings poured out of him, and his next words came out as a shout. "How do you expect anyone to help you?"

Eddie's brows tightened as he scowled, "Who said I needed help, Richie?" "The whole gang is worried about you, Eddie. But you are keeping us in the dark."

"That must be a joke, coming from you. Richie the guy who always comes over to spend the night when things go wrong at his house, but never bothers to let me know what is going on."

Eddie stepped off of his bed and began to walk towards Richie. "Rather than ripping your head off for answers, I support you. For once Richie, I need the same. I don't want to talk about it today. I want to forget it." Eddie's voice was hushed, coming out as a plea.  "Why can't you just stop prying?"

Richie began to think about it, trying to find a way to argue his case. However, he recalled the nights he ran to Eddie's house after a fight with his parents. He would lay in Eddie's arms until he fell asleep and Eddie would never question him when he woke up in the morning. Eddie would bring him breakfast and they would read comic books until they decided to hang out with the others.

Eddie always supported him.

Richie wanted to apologize and tell Eddie that he was right. He wanted to admit that he was a selfish hypocrite, and he just couldn't help it. But the sound of the next song came on, halting his actions. The voice was soothing, and the beat was calming and mellow.

You know our love was meant to be. The kind of love to last forever and I want you here with me, from tonight until the end of time.

Richie recognized the song as something they used to listen to and suddenly Richie felt the urge to hold Eddie.

But he couldn’t just say that.

"Dance with me, Eds." Richie offered, but his voice was so stern that it sounded like a command.

Nervously, Eddie folded his arms over his chest as he shrieked. "What the fuck? No! Did you forget that we are fighting right now."

Richie closed the distance between them and placed his large hands on Eddie's hips. "Not anymore. I'm sorry, Eddie. Just dance with me, please."

The glare on Eddie's face softened when he saw the glimmer of passion in Richie’s eyes. The anger suddenly receded and was replaced by the sensation of butterflies fluttering in his chest and stomach. He always felt helpless whenever Richie was around. He convinced himself that Richie had him under a magical spell that forced him to feel this way. Every it only got worse. He could feel himself slipping falling deeper in love with Richie. Although it was a problem,  he never wanted it to go away.

He never wanted Richie to go away.

Eddie placed arms around Richie's neck, burying his face in Richie's shoulder to conceal his blush. Richie pulled Eddie closer into himself and began to sway slowly around the room.

You should know, everywhere I go. Always on my mind, in my heart in my soul baby. You’re the meaning in my life you’re the inspiration.

They waltzed around the room, holding onto each other as if their lives depended on it. Eddie yearned to confess everything, from the leper to Henry Bowers, and his feelings for Richie. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he ended up biting his bottom lip and swallowing them. Richie was his person, and he couldn’t afford to lose that.

Eddie could only pretend. Right now, he was the center of Richie's entire universe. They were together and happy. He was loved. He was accepted. He was free. But he wasn’t.

His heart ached, but Eddie continued to dance with Richie. He wrapped his arms tighter around Richie as he felt hot tears beginning to sting his eyes. Despite how much it hurt him emotionally, Eddie knew he would regret it if he didn’t stay in Richie’s embrace for as long as he could.

Richie felt the heat on his chest and looked down at Eddie, who was hiding his face in part of Richie’s shirt.

Richie gently moved one of his hands up to Eddie’s hair and stroked some of the damp parts. “You're okay, Eds. I got you. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

You bring feeling to my life, you’re the inspiration. I wanna have you near me I wanna have you hear me saying, ‘No one needs you more than I need you.’ And I know, yes I know that it's plain to see so in love when were here together. Now I know that I need you here with me. From tonight until the end of time.

Eddie’s head shot up at to look at Richie and couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. They rolled down off his bottom lashes and slid down his cheeks with no sign on them stopping.

Richie placed his hands onto Eddie’s cheeks, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. He peered into Eddie’s amber brown eyes and felt a pang of empathy go down his spine.

“Please don’t cry, Eds. When you hurt, I hurt.” Richie noticed that the tears only continued, so he sang along to the song. “You should know, everywhere I go always on my mind. You’re in my heart in my soul.”

Eddie smiled at him warmly, feeling like his heart was about to burst. He shakily continued the next part, “You’re the meaning in my life you’re the inspiration. You bring feeling to my life you’re the inspiration.”

Richie’s eyes widened seeing that smile from Eddie. It was the same one that set his heart on fire and made his stomach uneasy. “Wanna have you near me. I wanna hear you saying, ‘no one needs you more than I need you.”

Richie averted his gaze to Eddie’s pink lips. They were full and plump and kissable as hell.  Of its own accord, his body got closer to Eddie’s. He put his forehead against Eddie’s and stared at him intently.

Eddie’s blush deepened when he traced Richie’s stare to his lips and then looked back into Richie’s dark eyes.

Suddenly their lips were drawn together, who moved first was not known, but that didn't matter because it ended just as quickly as it started.  

Everything crashed on Richie at once. All of those times he was staring at Eddie inappropriately, wanting to kiss him, and that fucking smile that made him feel things he never wanted to was not from his hormones betraying him.

“Uhmm… I gotta go, Eds. My mom is going to want me home soon.” Richie made up a lie, letting go of Eddie like it burned to touch him.

Eddie knew that Richie was leaving because of him. He also knew that after today, they probably would no longer be friends. He swallowed the lump in his throat, choking back sobs.  “T-thanks for everything, Richie.”

Richie quickly grabbed his keys and made his way to the door but Eddie caught his attention once more.

“Tomorrow is Thursday. Are you going to come hang out with me at the Quarry while I run?” Eddie’s voice held no hope, but he faked it as best as he could to sound normal.

Richie didn’t turn around. His heart was racing. If he dared to turn around, he would have done something rash. “Of course, Eds. How else would I see your mom?”  

Richie ran down the stairs only hearing the sound of Eddie sobbing. His voice echoed in his ears. He exited the Kaspbrak house and shut the door quietly behind him.

The moment Richie got into his truck he let out a frustrated yell. Painfully, he slammed his hands into his steering wheel as a way of punishing himself. Due to his selfishness alone, he lost the only person who ever cared about him.

All because he fell in love with his best friend.

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[coyacoonadillo]

@openly--closed I can’t promise it’s witty, but here goes. Fic under the cut. Original post here with a link to the AO3. Can’t put the hyperlink here if i want this to show up in search results, so the partial link is below. archiveofourown.org/works/11433201/chapters/25619235

After the Volskaya incident, Sombra had seen her bounty nearly double. Of course, her new friend’s name wasn’t attached to any of the offers, but her money was definitely behind it.

On short leave from Talon, she had time to check her safehouses. Check their security, their food storage, maybe update the decor. Florals were making a comeback, she just knew it. One of her houses had raised Talon suspicions, as she noticed while sifting through data that wasn’t necessarily hers. It hadn’t registered as connected to her yet, but for all intents and purposes, she considered this safehouse compromised. Making it the perfect place to arrange a meeting with a friend of a friend.

A certain pink Olympian had consistently pinged Sombra’s surveillance recently. It seemed raising the bounty wasn’t enough for Sra. Volskaya, although her friend hadn’t yet decided that doing a job right means doing it yourself. Apparently doing a job right means siccing an Olympian-turned-war hero on her ass. Whatever, she shouldn’t be hard to throw off.

Another ping on her surveillance. She looked up and checked again to be sure her translocator was still securely resting on the rafters, then leaned back on the ragged old couch with a sigh of boredom, watching rays of sunshine from the skylight dance on the floor. Zaryanova was taking her sweet damn time, she’d only just registered on the perimeter security.

After a few minutes, she heard the door creak. “Finally, I thought you’d never come.”

One Alexsandra Zaryanova seemed considerably surprised, looking back and forth from the door which just opened very easily to Sombra lounging on the floral couch in the middle of the room.

“I’m guessing our mutual friend sent you? I wonder if you’d still work for her if you knew what I did,” Sombra said with what she knew was a shit eating grin, tapping her temple with one electric pink nail. “It’s...Zarya, right?”

Zarya had recovered from her initial surprise and quickly composed herself, staring down at Sombra with undisguised disgust. “Katya is a hero to my people. I will not let you destroy what she has built.” Slamming the door behind her-- one escape route closed-- she said, “You may come quietly. Or not. But you will come with me.”

Sombra laughed, ignoring the way the Olympian seemingly came armed only with a bigass unwieldy gun, her ludicrously large muscles and good looks. It felt like a trap, but the best way to treat a trick is with a trick of your own. “I wonder how long you’ve been practicing that one. Listen, I’d go with you, but I’ve got a date tonight. Maybe we can catch a movie later, yeah? I like the classics.”

With the door closed, Zarya approached Sombra, albeit warily. “Enough jokes, pest.” She cracked her knuckles, flexing in the process, and Sombra got a much better idea of how strong this Zarya character was. Too strong. Obviously, strong enough to tote that person-sized gun around like a loaf of bread.

Never one to miss a dramatic exit, Sombra let Zarya get closer and closer. A meter and a half away. “Hasta luego.” With a characteristic smirk, she gave a quick wave and activated her thermoptic camouflage, disappearing into a shower of pixels.

Once invisible, she dove off the couch and crossed the room quickly and silently.

“Uh uh.” That almost stopped Sombra in her tracks. She heard a building whirr and looked back to see Zarya hefting the bigass gun up against her hip, glowing brighter and brighter. Shit. “I said you are coming with me, so you will.” Zarya fired with a hollow whoomp, missing Sombra’s invisible self by several meters.

“Ja! You missed,” Sombra couldn’t help but shout, but she spoke too soon. Suddenly she was ripped from where she stood and pulled into the crackling center of gravity and everything fucking hurt. Within fractions of a second her camouflage flickered out of existence and left her without a plan and without much of an escape route. Unless…

With a flick of her wrist, Sombra translocated up to the rafters and breathed a short sigh of relief, looking down at a barely disoriented Zarya and snagging her translocator, before she was ripped down and into the graviton surge and its voltage again.

The graviton surge faded, spent, and dropped Sombra back to the floor, stunned and with warning indicators from her cybernetics scattered across her field of vision. Before she could even scrabble back to her feet, Zarya was upon her, wrapping a huge arm around her own arms and chest. “And that is the power of attraction,” Zarya said flatly.

“Listen, not that I’m not attracted to you,” Sombra said from her now definitely disadvantaged position wrapped in exactly one arm, “but I’ll be free Tuesday if you want to get dinner. If you just put me down, I’ll go make reservations.”

“You cannot make reservations at prison cafeteria.” Sombra secured under one arm, gun hefted to her shoulder, Zarya crossed the mostly empty room back to the door. “There you will pose no threat to Russia or her people.”

Sombra chuckled, subtly testing how far she could reach with her arms secured in this way as the electric crackling of her augmentations died down. “Oh, chica, is that an underestimation.”

Zarya sighed in exasperation, stopping by the door and leaning her gun against the wall to open it with her free hand. “That is big talk, seeing how I hold you with one arm.”

“You say that…” This was Sombra’s chance. The gun was just barely out of reach, if it fell forward it would be perfectly accessible. Sombra swung her legs up for momentum, then kicked hard off the floor, contorting around Zarya’s arm to hit the gun with her toe, knocking it off balance and tipping it forward.

“What are you--” Zarya tightened her grip around Sombra’s torso, squeezing a gasp out of the hacker, who stopped moving as if defeated. “Good escape attempt. But not good enough.”

Sombra wheezed to catch a breath in the far tighter grip. Hell, she was strong. “Well…” wheeze “a girl’s gotta try.” The gun was in reach. Stretching her fingers, she established a connection and felt a burst of new energy. With a few quick gestures, she absolutely utterly fucked up Zarya’s obscenely large gun. “To be fair, though, you may want to get away from your gun.”

Taking a step back, Zarya looked quizzically down at her gun before her eyes shot wide and her grip loosened ever so slightly. The gun was glowing brighter than before, a bluish white that seared the eyes. “What have you done?”

“I made a bomb, stupid.”

Still holding Sombra under her arm, Zarya took several more steps backward toward the couch, the only real cover left in the room. As the glow grew unbearable to look at directly, she finally turned and dove behind the couch.

In seconds, the gun exploded in the brightest light imaginable, knocking the couch back into the two women and then the back wall. Before Zarya could react further, Sombra wriggled free of her grip and stood.

Without even blinking the afterburn of the explosion away, she hurled the translocator as hard as she could over the now-flaming couch in the direction of the gun’s last location and a destroyed wall. She felt a hand almost catch her ankle as she trasnlocated away. Reeling, she spared a moment to steady herself and fight the nausea that always came with repeated uses of the damned thing, and also spared a squinting glance back toward Zarya.

Her vision was shot to shit, but she could still make out Zarya standing, clenching her fists with nothing to shoot, throw, grab, or crush. Must suck to not be highly mobile.

With another shit-eating grin and wave, Sombra shouted, “Do svidanya, Zaryanova!” Then, fading back into invisibility with her thermoptic camouflage, she ran off into the night. What a hell of a way to decommission a compromised safehouse.