Widowmaker, the deadly operative, finds herself in a moment of respite from her dangerous life. She retreats to her quarters, the hum of her ship's engines a steady rhythm in the background. Her hand slides down her body, beneath the form-fitting suit, to the heat between her legs. With a soft sigh, she begins to finger herself, her wetness coating her fingers as she explores her own depths, chasing the thrill of her own touch.