Reduced To The Gunk On Tracer's Shoe (Remake)

As Widowmaker silently lowered herself from the tree, she reach for the new gadget strapped to her arm. She had initially asked Sombra for her cloaking device for this observation mission but had been handed an experimental shrinking device instead, the cheeky hacker had claimed it would fare better against counter-stealth technology that Overwatch had been developing lately but she was almost certain that her spider motif was what actually inspired the decision. But exasperating humor aside the frigid hacker at least had to admit that an inch-high stalker would be rather hard to spot, and since her only objective today was to discover the home of the Overwatch operative Tracer rather than fight her she figured it was acceptable. If she located the targets home but was unable to capture her she would have to abort the mission and return later, but by then she should be able to convince Sombra that her little field test was done with and get some proper gear. Activating the device Widowmaker felt like the world was wobbling around her, her surrounding growing larger and larger until she reached the size of a somewhat large insect. Being so diminutive was a bit unnerving, but Sombra had told her before she left that her durability should be equal to her normal size so she She had chosen to do this a few meters away from a trail that her target was known to walk through when she visited this park, and slowly made her way onto it. The plan was simple, lie in wait for Tracer to arrive before grappling onto her leg and accompanying her to wherever she went this day. Then once she went home she would wait for Tracer to fall asleep before either regrowing and knocking her out with the drug she was carrying or slinking away at her current size if capture wasn't possible, they still didn't know if she lived alone or not. After waiting on the trail for several minutes she could hear someone approaching, but as they turned the corner she could make out that they were just a random woman. The woman strolled down the path oblivious to the cold-blooded killer observing her, idly chewing on a piece of gum. Widowmaker had already moved over to avoid the path of the unaware citizen, durable or not she didn't fancy being stepped on. But just as the woman was about to pass by the shrunken sniper she suddenly stopped and turned her head, and hocked the chewed up piece of gum right on top of a shocked Widowmaker. The woman carried on as if nothing happened as Widowmaker now struggled like mad to pry herself out of the gooey mess, managing to free her face to breathe but still thoroughly stuck in the discarded trash of a mere bystander. As she moved to pull her arms out of the gunk she could feel the shrinking device being pulled off of her, but she was more focused on freeing herself than keeping the gizmo and figured she could recover it once she was out. Absorbed as she was in the task of freeing herself she was no longer watching the pathway, and failed to notice a familiar figure making her way towards her. It wasn't until the ground began to shake from her footsteps that the trapped Talon agent turned to look, catching a brief view of her rivals cheery face and casual attire before the dirty sole of her canvas shoe eclipsed her vision, and fell onto her like a foul meteor. The pressure that dropped onto her was less than expected, though whether that was due to the gum under her or the effects of the device was hard to tell. While still painful it wasn't to the level of knocking her out, which was really a downside since her face was now being rubbed into the filthy bottom of Tracer's shoe. The smell was earthy and damp but not completely awful, but the taste as dirt crumbled into her mouth made her gag repeatedly. The truly horrifying part of the experience however was the sudden absence of pressure while still kissing the shoe sole, since she knew it meant her sticky prison had joined with unaware giantess.
    As Tracer continued to amble around the park Widowmaker found herself being slammed into the ground over and over, tortured by the pounding pressure and the gunk that shook off the sole into her face. Eventually recognizing the rhythm to her to her oblivious tormentor's steps Widowmaker began struggling to free herself every time Tracer's shoe left the ground, but while managing to turn herself from the foul sole she was unable to free herself. It was hardly an improvement however since her face was now being slammed into the unforgiving ground, she was forced to spit up even more dirt and refuse and had to shut her eyes tight to stop any grit from reaching them. Fed up with this humiliating affair Widowmaker finally reached for the device on her arm figuring that tussling unarmed with Tracer could never be worse than this, but her grasping hand only met bare skin. Horrified, Widowmaker opened her eyes to confirm that the device had indeed fallen off at some point in the journey, before painfully shutting them again as she faceplanted the earth once more. Overcome with despair at this new predicament all struggles from the bug-sized assassin ceased, and she simply hung limply as the pounding torture continued for hours. At some point the rugged ground of the park swapped for cold, hard pavement which was at least a bit cleaner, though not much. After about a minute of being slammed into this new painful terrain her captor suddenly stopped, and Widowmaker was forced to suffer through the uninterrupted pressure for what felt like ages. Unable to see beyond the pavement she was pressed onto Widowmaker could only detect the group milling around her torturer from the sounds of their shuffling feet, and rustling clothes. Eventually the deafening hum of a hover bus drowned out all other noise, and the shoe she was attached to finally lifted once more to plant itself on the sticky metal floor of the bus. Once Tracer had taken a seat she kept her feet firmly planted to the ground for the most part, occasionally tapping them idly as she waited for her stop. Now that the titan above her had sat down the pressure Widowmaker had to suffer through was greatly alleviated, and even the rhythmic tapping against the cold metal barely compared to what she had gone through already. The catch to this respite was the disgusting condition of the floor, public transportation was always filthy but the area she was being rubbed against seemed particularly foul. It reeked of a cocktail of smells that she couldn't even separate, and was ominously sticky. Still the break from constant pain allowed the possibly now permanent bug to clear her mind somewhat, and her fatalistic haze started to lift. While still terrified of the thought of being stuck this size she was able to remember that this was an official Talon mission, which meant Talon would likely come looking for her. Hopefully Sombra had mentioned to anyone else the new gadget she had lent her, but even if she didn't she would still be found if the recon team successfully captured the original target and brought both of them back to base. If the giant above her noticed her first however things would go far worse for her, after all the crimes she had committed for Talon Overwatch was sure to poke and prod her like a test rat to investigate her size, before locking her up and throwing away the key. That might not even be the worse case thinking about it... she did have quite the history with Tracer specifically. The bubbly little time traveler had never struck her as the cruel type but she wasn't much for protocol either, so her deciding to punish her shrunken enemy personally didn't seem like an outlandish possibility. As the bus finally pulled into Tracer's spot Widowmaker decided fretting over the future was pointless, and simply braced herself for however much walking the towering Londoner had planned for the day. About an hour passed while Widowmaker was in a painful but trancelike stance, until Tracer suddenly plopped onto a bench and crossed her legs. Grateful for some fresh air at least but a bit nervous a passerby might spot her, Widowmaker didn't notice her captor pulling out her phone until she started talking with whoever she dialed. After a few moments of eavesdropping Widowmaker pieced together that she was chatting with a girlfriend named Emily, their lovey dovey banter grating her nerves until a single line shook her to her core.

"Don't worry luv I'll be home in a jiff, I can't wait to cuddle up with you in front of the fire. I stayed out longer than normal since it's supposed to rain the next couple of days, we'll probably be cooped up for awhile."

The rest of the chat faded away as the meaning behind that statement sunk in for the now shivering bug. Not only was there a second individual in the targets home, but neither would be leaving for days on end. Agent AWOL or not a Talon team would never move in with those conditions, which meant she would have to somehow remain undetected until one of them left. It also meant that if she was found Tracer would have to wait to bring her in to her teammates, giving her time to reconsider. Her earlier thoughts of becoming a toy for this cheerful time traveler surfaced again, her future was looking grimmer by the second...