Confrontation (Patreon)

With just one finger, the gigantic Tracer firmly pinned the little Widowmaker onto the rooftop sofa where she had been perched, waiting for the target of her evil mission. Plucking the weapon from the sniper's grasp, Tracer flashed a cheeky grin at the struggling spider beneath her glove.

"Caught you, love! Fancy this tiny thing back, do ya?"