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In my headcanon, The Widowmaker is roughly forty (as opposed to just thirty-three) years of age and a woman you're not sure even is human. Her gaze is intense. In her possession the eyes of an eagle, but at the same time they're cold and empty. No one's home.

Her eyes are sunken in, long ago consumed by shadows. Her cheekbones are sharp enough to cut yourself on if you're not careful. Her fingers, while agile, are slender. Boney.

There's not a single thing she feels, not even the cold.

She's a monstrosity,

A weapon.

She's the perfect assassin,

The Widowmaker.