Widowmaker's checkup visit

Another few days have passed and Moira, Bob and Sombra got into their new routines. Bob and Moira worked together in the lab, preparing for the future projects while also “working” on each other occasionally as their work pastime. Bob left Sombra to her devices, slightly adjusted to keep him as top priority, she came back to Moira’s now extended quarters to spend homely time with Moira and Bob in their free time.

This day was, though, was a special one. Their next upcoming project was about to commence its final stage. That fact was confirmed by the door beeping that alarmed an expected arrival and hssed open letting in the graceful blue woman in a skin tight suit - Widowmaker. She scanned the room with her cold gaze quickly to find Moira and strolled towards her with a steady pace. She was locked onto the scientist, not sparing Bob a glance aside of evaluating him as a meaningless scientist he was to her.

“Doctor O’Deorain” Widowmaker greeted Moira, with her thick french accent.

“Ah, Widowmaker, congratulations on your latest mission, wasn’t that a milestone?”

“Oui, doctor. 2000th target eliminated” Widowmaker nodded, responding to her assigned superior inquiry.

“Now, to the point. Be so kind and take off your visor, my assistant will handle it. Then lay down on the table. The checkup and upgrade won’t take long” Moira explained and Widowmaker undid her visor, her dark blue hair cascaded down her back more freely. She swiftly turned towards Bob, handing him the visor, then she turned towards the table and stiffly laid down, her gaze fixated on the ceiling.

The aparature attached itself to Widowmaker, strapping her down slightly and taking her vitals. Moira looked over the screens, making sure that Widowmaker is still in top shape and feeding her body anything if needed, be it vitamins, chemicals or anything else. As she was done with standard work she pressed a few buttons on the console and a robotic arm reached for Widowmaker’s arm and moved over it, giving it a slight burning sensation but not leaving any visible signs of its presence. The procedure lasted a few more minutes and the devices moved back, leaving Widowmaker alone and removing restraints.

Bob approached Widowmaker with her visor and Moira spoke to her. “We added a new feature to your visor, try it out.”

Widowmaker took the visor and put it on, switching to the new mode which gave everything a blue hue, she looked around.

“What is it supposed to do, doctor?” Widowmaker inquired.

“It's meant to give you the ability to read hidden messages, I gave you one on your arm”.

Widowmaker raised the arm she felt the machine work on and adjusted the visor to read it, she then saw a words in handwritten style “Bob Wattson’s emotions”. Widowmaker looked at the message frozen for a moment for a moment before the realisation hit her...