Rules of Time Travel

The Chronal Accelerator really was... A marvel. A technological masterpiece. A one of a kind device, remedying a one of a kind problem, built by the most brilliant minds on Earth!

This device, sat right between Lena's cute little tits, would act as a super high tech anchor. Keeping the plucky Brit nice and secure, rather than drifting through the time stream like an unsecured boat. What's more-- She could control it at a whim! Blink forward half a second, or rewind to avoid danger...

It was incredible, and Lena would be forever grateful for their hard work. But unfortunately, there was one teensy, tiny little side effect to Lena's favorite toy:

Terminator rules. A movie that, apparently, Winston hadn't seen. Namely-- Clothing can't cross the timestream. With so many outfits at her disposal, Lena tried just about everything! Thick clothes, minimal clothes, high tech suits, silly costumes--

It didn't matter.

Lena could be sprinting along, guns blazing, clad in her favorite bomber jacket and orange tights! But one simple blink forward, one recall just a few seconds out of danger... And she'd lose everything on her person.

From the goggles on her head, to her shoes and knickers. Lena would be right there, on the battlefield, butt naked, with her burning clothes scattered to the wind! And... Across time, maybe? She wasn't entirely sure how the effect worked--

It was humiliating at first, obviously! Then frustrating, as she and Overwatch tried to find even a single workaround! And then... Like any constant enough annoyance, she got rather used to it.

Of course, Tracer has chill days! Days off, when she doesn't HAVE to blink through time. But if she's being honest, there's times when Lena looks into her increasingly empty closet, and all the budget toward spare outfits...

And she wonders if there's a point to putting on clothes in the first place-