The dreaded scope hovered steady over her target as Widowmaker took a long, slow breath. She squeezed the trigger, only to watch in frustration as the bullet veered slightly off course. No matter, she told herself, adjusting her aim as she prepared to fire again. She fired a second shot, confident in its trajectory, only to have it sail harmlessly past her mark once more. Anger flickered behind her cold blue eyes as she fired shot after shot, each one missing its mark by a hair's breadth. But...