True story. I hardly ever play Widow (usually too busy filling in tanks and healers) but occasionally I try her out. Wanting to brush up on different skills, y’know. And if you ever play Widow, you’ll know that you became the one to blame the moment things go wrong. Or even before that, a lot of the time.
Director Sanvers prompt: The trope "Person carrying an absurd and improbable number of weapons must remove them all (to the bewilderment of those around them)" with all 3 of them unloading an endless supply of weapons from all sorts of places for whatever reason. Oh and thanks for calling me a minion :)
It had always been a rule at family dinners: No Weapons At the Table. Period. End of Story. (No Kara, Kryptonian Yellow Sun Superpowers are an exception). Only when Eliza was around, really, because Kara and Alex were far too used to unexpected emergencies popping up to follow it. But then James became Guardian, Maggie and Lucy came into the picture, and suddenly Winn and Eliza were the only two walking into dinner unarmed.
It was their third Thanksgiving after Alex came out when Eliza had finally had enough.
“I mean it, take all of the weapons and put them on the side table.”
James just has a knife and a small hand gun. He quickly joins Kara and Winn at the dinner table.
Maggie puts her service weapon on the table. Alex and Lucy do the same.
Lucy pulls a small blade out of her boot.
Maggie’s backup weapon comes out of the holster at her ankle.
Alex pulls a Swiss army knife out of her jacket pocket.
Lucy takes some dangerously sharp hairpins out of her hair.
The space gun leaves its place at the small of Alex’s back.
It surprises even Kara as the mountain of weapons beings to grow. The pile is teetering slightly when the doorbell rings. Kara shakes her head and welcomes Lena into the apartment. Lena, who was made aware of the rule in the same manner as everyone else, halts halfway into the apartment to stare at the growing pile of weapons.
Lucy pulls a knife out of her boot.
Maggie drops brass knuckles on the table.
Alex pulls a handful of razor blades out of her wallet.
When all’s said and done, there are five guns, sixteen knives, thirty-two miscellaneous blades of different types, and a half dozen close combat tools.
Eliza stares at them, her arms crossed and her face blank.
Alex sheepishly drops one last knife on the table, pulled from the heel of her boot.
Eliza sighs and turns back to the kitchen, waving them to the table.
Kara is the only one who sees Lena pull a small gun from her purse and add it to the pile.