#D.Va; Meka Soldier

[aelincreativ]

Show Time - D.Va

They were kind enough to show up the day after her birthday.

She'd known they were coming. Having seen the articles and posts written about the others who had been drafted and disappeared from the internet for months before showing up mid battle.

So she didn't fight it. Instead greeting the officers in uniform at her door with perfect manners and hospitality. Showing them to the table where she had the tea set prepared and waiting.

They wasted no time. Telling her that she had been drafted and would submit to her training squadron in three days time. They relayed the consequences for if she failed to comply. Then the consequences for if she tried to run. Then the consequences for if she attempted to publicly resist.

She had already researched those thoroughly.

When she didn't fight them or try to argue they seemed caught off guard. Like they didn't know what to do when they didn't have to use force to get what they wanted.

And maybe that was her first mistake. Not putting up more of a fight upfront.

She didn't fight it. Half because she knew they wouldn't let her. Half because she had believed at the time that she might actually be able to do something good.

Her mother didn't cry when she showed up an hour later. She'd asked her not to when she told her mom what would happen all those months ago when the first drafts were called. Her mother stayed strong while she was there. Taking the box of important documents and keepsakes from her hands.

She knew that after she left, her mom would put on her shoes and go walk the same path they'd taken together many times before. The walk, just fifteen minutes, would end the same place it always did. At her father's gravestone.

She'd already made her visit the night before. Promising him that she would make him proud and make sure no one ever suffered like he did again.

She would report to her training squadron early and in-process and begin her assessments. She would pass the tests with flying colors. Setting herself up as a fast track star. Set to complete her training in a record time.

It was less than a month before she made her first live flight test with a training mech. As compared to the three months most other drafted pilots took. She passed the training modules faster than anyone before her in half the time and earned the praise of all her instructors for her dedication and drive.

It seemed fitting that with her expedited training, that her live fire career would start with a bang. Her graduation ceremony from the program was a small but grand affair. With her being congratulated by the chain of MEKA command and welcomed by her new unit.

It was only fitting that as soon as her hand was clasped in the Colonel's that the alarms would ring and she'd be pulled with the rest of the unit to do what they had trained for.

Her success in her first battle was her second mistake.

Returning victorious with two Gwishin defeated and only superficial damage to her mech, she instantly cemented herself as the heavy hitter star of the unit. She let that victory settle in her spine and make her strive to be the best.

Training and learning all she could in the windows of down time between Gwishin attacks.

She worked hard to earn the respect and trust of her teammates and do her duty to her country and people with pride.

Then they approached her, and she made her third mistake.

They offered her a position back in the public eye. To become the face of MEKA by having access to her streaming platform restored. They told her that the budget was limited and low. With costs of constant repairs and upgrades, they needed public support funding.

She'd accepted without hesitation. And maybe she should have. Because once again they were stunned to not face opposition. Her first stream back was a carefully scripted fanfare of a staged tour of the MEKA facility. The one after that a test flight after an upgrade. Then a training skirmish. Then a scripted QnA with the pilots.

Then came the second test flight.

But the carefully scripted routine of maneuvers to show off the unstoppable power of MEKA was interrupted by the warning sirens. She snapped to attention immediately, switching her coms to connect to her unit and took command to organize an offensive.

She got lost in the fight, forgetting the camera feed attached to her mech. She forgot to be the person they wanted her to be and instead let herself slip. Letting lose just enough to make risky but calculated calls that ended in a sweeping victory with only one mech on the team too damaged to make it back under its own power.

It was only after the victory had been celebrated among teammates that her com was overridden and switched back to the channel she had been on. The channel that had her handler on it to feed her lines and remind her of the prompts for the scripted stream.

She was summoned back to base and given a choice. Though calling it a choice was generous, it was an ultimatum. The live battle had been received very well at first. Donations poured in like a flood as they watched the reality unfold before them. But the shift in her personality during combat had garnered negative attention.

The people didn't like seeing their bubbly streamer turn so serious and harsh as she barked out battle commands to her team. The handler had cut the stream once realizing the growing negative opinion, feigning that the camera broadcast equipment attached to the outside of the mech had taken a hit.

The ultimatum was this, stay strict to the script and maintain the personality at all times even under fire, or stop flight broadcasts and instead supplement the lost revenue with alternate means.

She'd promised to stick to the script and was given one more chance. She was permitted to do casual video game streams again but closely monitored and on a delay incase of need to censor her if the persona slipped.

She'd held out for two months until one of her team went down. Seeing her friend and ally potentially die made it impossible to keep the facade and persona.

Her return to base was met with the stern faces of her handler and an officer. They debriefed her and then laid out that since she couldn't be trusted with live fire situations on stream, they would be moving towards a new revenue system.

Sponsorships.

Something seemingly innocent at first. When it was just companies that wanted their logos plastered all over her mech. But then the logos on her started.

At first they stayed professional. On her arms and back. But as more “sponsors” became personal “investors” there was a need for more space for more logos and names.

The sides of her thighs were next and that didn't bother her too much. But those were soon filled. There wasn't any more room. She looked ridiculous at that point. And they realized it was starting to negatively affect her image.

So instead they switched the system. Reducing the number of logos and areas they were displayed to just her top sponsors. Instead they started to offer meet and greet events. Where sponsors would buy in at different levels for different amounts of her time and attention.It worked for a month. But then the novelty of it wore off. The masses were no longer satisfied with the casual group interactions. They wanted, no demanded, more.

Her handlers were at a loss for a while on what to do, and as the numbers coming in steady started to decrease, they panicked. Trying to throw her at anything to see what would stick.

Talk show interviews were one of the first they tried. It got a few whispers but not enough for them. Sending her to a celebrity hotshot party got murmurs. Doing television ads for her sponsors. Playing a game show contestant. Being a patient in a medical show. A few episodes of a reality show as a minor character. Then as the female lead in a B-grade movie.

Those worked for a while. She managed to fit it all in between her other duties. Nevermind that Dae-hyun kept looking at her with concern and making comments about pushing herself too much.

Everyone else thought she chose to do all those things. None of them knew how much of their funding relied on her. No one but her and her handler team knew that she had no choice in what she did.

She hadn't had control of anything but her own thoughts in almost a year at that point.And then the money clips tightened again.

And her handler came with a new “request”.

And this time she tried to fight it.

But you can't fight back when you're already in chains.

So began the meetings with sponsors one on one. Getting rented out like a lady of the night for hours at a time. To the tune of tens of thousands of dollars per hour.

At first they were respectful. Basking in the novel concept of having her undivided attention. But it only took a few meetings for them to grow more bold. To encroach on her personal space. To push and break her boundaries and the terms established for these meetings.

They had deluded themselves that she cared about them. Felt something for them besides their checkbook. That she thought they were special.

The first one who tried to put his hands on her suffered for it. She broke the offending hand and kneed him in the balls to make her escape.

She was sanctioned for “use of excessive force against a civilian”.

The second only had a finger broken.

She was sanctioned again, taking a pay cut and put on suspended privilege status.

The third was slapped.

She was dragged into her handlers office where she was scolded like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

She was then told, plain and simple, that the money they'd lost from those three “sponsors” would be near impossible to replace. That she was to blame now for the lack of parts and supplies in the coming months.

Told that if she lost any more sponsors, they'd have to cut her off and find a replacement for her. And then, once she was out of MEKA and their protection, the three men she'd “attacked” would go after her legally and summarily destroy her reputation and any hope of a career she could have outside of MEKA.

“Am I understood?” Her handler sneered. The look on his face was one she had seen many times before whenever she dared to go against his commands by even a single step.

“Yes, sir.” She spoke. Clearly and without a mumble as she had been scolded for before.

The man looked smug at her compliance. Like he always did.

“Then you are dismissed. Return to your quarters and prepare for the 1800 stream of game three on the roster.”

She nodded and left the office swiftly, but not too quickly as to seem she was running away.

She was not allowed to run away.

She made it to her room and knew she had an hour to get ready. But instead of moving to her makeup table, to change the look placed on her for her earlier meeting with the sponsor, she sat on her bed.

She looked at the spread of things she had once enjoyed. Soft blankets and pillows, stuffed animals of game characters and creatures, posters for shows and movies.

All things that were similar to what she once plastered her childhood bedroom in.

But nothing here had been chosen by her. It was all a carefully staged backdrop. A set that she had to make up with precision every morning. There was a reason she often slept in her workshop.

Despite what Dae-hyun and the others thought, she did not just randomly fall asleep while working too late. She chose the discomfort and lingering aches of sleeping in a chair at a desk or in a pile on the floor.

It was more comfortable to her than to try and relax inside the stage she was forced to puppet around in.

She set the pillow she had grabbed down, exactly in its designated position, and stood up. Smoothing the sheets she had wrinkled before walking to the vanity that held the hundreds of products she was to make use of.

She opened the pack of makeup wipes, a sponsored brand that she didn't like, and slowly and carefully removed the makeup from her face. Taking her time to not rub excessively and cause any redness or irritation. She wiped away the layers painted onto her. The ones that had been specifically catered to enhance the features the sponsor had preferred.

She made her way to her bathroom and wet a cloth and added a pump of a sponsored face wash she had filmed a commercial for the day before. This one at least actually worked for her skin, even if it didn't actually do all it promised to do. Not that it mattered, she had five other products that filled in the gaps.

She rinsed off the foam and braced her hands on the sink before looking up.

She stared at the girl in the mirror. Soft brown eyes that looked so tired without the layers of concealer and color corrector applied. No specifically picked and color matched eyeshadow either to give the allusion of a brighter attitude either.

She stared at the scar on the tip of her nose from her first crash landing where one of the display screens inside Tokki shattered and a piece of the glass sliced into her.

She visually traced the hairline jagged crack across her forehead from when she was ejected and slammed into King as a last resort as Tokki was shredded in the grasp of three Gwishin.

She licked the scar on her lip from the street fight she got into a few months ago that had earned her a sanction and two months of restricted and monitored communications.

Worth it though. The omnic she'd saved had escaped and she'd made it out with only bruises besides her lip. She'd snuck out of the base to try and visit her mom and instead found an omnic being beaten in the street.

She looked at the girl in the mirror.

This was her. Not the makeup and cameras and scripts.

This.

With her scars and dark circles and eyes that looked so tired.

She wondered where it all went wrong. How she had lost track of herself. How she had allowed herself to be so thoroughly beaten down until she didn't even know who she was anymore.

Was she even herself anymore? Or had all of her parts been stripped away and replaced until all that remained was the depressed spark in the back of her mind that could barely raise its head anymore to tap on the cell walls she'd been chained in.

Was she Hana? Or was she D.Va?

Hana looked back at her in the mirror. But that was the only place Hana was allowed to exist. As soon as she walked out of this bathroom she'd be forced to put on the mask of D.Va once more.

To parade around like the well trained dog she was. Following every command of her master with not so much as a single thought in her head that was not put there for her.

And what did she have to complain about when she lived a life of luxury. Surrounded by high value items and things. Having all the love and adoration from the public she could want. The people sang her praises and cheered her name. They trusted her to protect them and she honored that trust.

Casualties to Gwishin attacks had been cut to a quarter of what they were before she was drafted and joined the battlefield. Half those remaining casualties happened on the rare times she was off duty and not in the fight. She had done it. Had made the difference she had so desperately wanted to make when she first decided not to fight the orders to serve.

What was a complete lack of autonomy over her body and soul for that?How could she protest the sacrifice of herself to save everyone else?

She couldn't. At least not outloud.

So instead, she waved Hana goodbye in the bathroom mirror, and went to go greet D.Va in the vanity mirror.

Carefully applying the layers of her war paint.

Dark circles vanishing beneath a bottle that cost more than a house. Bright colors teased on her eyelids to make a sparkle appear where there had been none before.

Red blush dusted on the tip of her nose and then stamped over with a custom white bunny.

Hair curled and pinned to further shadow the filler on her forehead.

Lips carefully traced and colored to erase any sign of vagrant behavior in the defense of those who her handler would have her spit on.

She contorted her face and D.Va smiled back at her. She waved. A cute coquette thing that was just a flutter of her fingers.

She looked at the clock. Ten minutes to go.

Show time.

To her knowledge, no one saw her leave Hana Song behind in that bathroom. No saw the final shudder that shot through her frame as the spark in the back of her mind was gagged and bound into submission as lights flickered on. No one saw as the spark in her eye became artificial and painful as her cheeks stretched into a bright smile as she shouted out a greeting even though there was no one in the room with her.

No one should have seen. But someone did.

The only other being in the world who knew exactly how that scar on her lip was created.

Someone who couldn't get the figure of a tiny human rushing to his defense out of his mind. Not until he had identified her and tried to figure out why?

And now he had more questions than before.

[wildwinterlunas]

Sorry if I rant, but what is up with the ages of characters? Did no one in lore double check if it makes sense?

Sojourn is a child soldier that joined at 14/15 and her sister is a teen pregnancy

Kiriko's age not matching up with the Shimadas

Etc etc

+++++

Most issues are with the ages of the women.

The problem appears to be that the ones in charge for some reason want to make the girls as young as possible for some reason with heroes like D.Va, Illari, Kiriko, Juno etc😬

It's like no one but Ana and the men allowed to be old with several characters having reasons to be physically younger than they chronologicaly are: Mercy with her suit, Tracer being lost to time and Mei being frozen for years

After the entire Blizzard scandal it leaves a bad taste in my mouth I want to separate the game from it but...😔

In all honesty this is a problem with media in general, mainly cause the characters do look their ages for what they do on a regular basis, physical exercise and general healthy living. The problem being we as a society having a warped view on what people are supposed to look like at cirtain ages because TV shows and movies often cast adults to play teens, and basically just cast older actors to play younger roles in general. I know several people irl that have the similar heavily active, healthy lifestyle that are older then the Overwatch characters that actively look the same age as them.

That doesn't mean I don't have my own complaints about how the art team doesn't add stress to the equation when it comes to how characters age but there's still a bit more to talk about so that'll be at the end.

There's also the fact that they did fix Sojourns age to make it make sense. So yeah that one was fucked but they did rectify that.

Another thing is that with at least D.Va and Illari there is a reason why they are so young. D.Va is not only a character that is used to show the pressures of stardom paired with the pressures of being a leader, she is also shown to be a narrative parallel to Cassidy. Joining MEKA at a similar age that he did Overwatch. With Illari her being 18 adds to the tragedy of her story, she's do young and we know it's only going to get worse because she's a child who's gone through something severely traumatic and is alone while dealing with it.

This is also why Juno is the rare occasion when I want a character to be on the younger side. It adds tragedy to Mei's story along with Juno's story presumably because the three characters she has the most connection to are Mei, Winston and Hammond. I don't know what her backstory will be but it's going to be tragic.

Kiriko here is the only one I agree with cause her lore actively contradicts itself. She was 12 when Sojiro Shimada died l, he died 14 years ago, yet she's 21? It doesn't make sense. Though I am of the opinion that her having a big age gap with the brothers adds to her story, at the very least she should be 26.

Now let's get into my complaints, that's specifically Mercy. She should look older specifically because of stress, and I don't like the idea of her nanobiotics changing that. At the very least she should have bags under her eyes. Not only is she a doctor and field medic, she also going through gifted kid burnout. She should also definitely have back problems since we only ever see her sleep at her desk. Grey hairs as well cause again, stress.

I do firmly believe that they should be adding older women characters, I push Frankie being a playable character cause canonically she is the same age if not older then Ashe. I personally believe that JQ should have been older as well. I would also love to see Ingrid or one of Torbs older children be a playable character as well since if the Crisis is happening again it doesn't make sense for them to sit on the sidelines this time. In general I really do wish there were older characters in this game.

[nitewrighter]

Thinking about DVa after seeing your post earlier, it must have been quite the mental change for her to go from fighting the Gwishin to having to fight (and presumably kill) real people while fighting talon after joining OW. How do you think that process went for her when she first joined the organization?

Well from what we’ve seen in the previews of the PvE, it looks like Null Sector is going to be just as prominent a threat as Talon, so I imagine more cutscenes will pit her against Null Sector than Talon because, in fairness, the Meka program was designed more around combating robot threats than humans. However, I’m pretty sure (don’t quote me on this) Overwatch lore has said that South Korea is on the more progressive side with regards to Omnic rights in spite of the Gwishin, so she may already view omnics as human equivalent and could just run with the mental coping mechanism of “an enemy combatant is an enemy combatant, whether they’re full of wires or.. juice.” But that being said, it’s important to remember that D.Va’s mech is a very heroic symbol in Korea, and it’s purposefully designed to be both highly visible and appealing. I imagine D.Va’s primary focus in combat would be protecting civilians and drawing enemy fire away from them and her teammates. The mech is highly combat capable, but it’s also super mobile and meant to be used in tandem with other mechs and combatants to confuse and overwhelm the enemy (“Stick together! Let me take the hits!”)

She’s not mowing down enemies in the same way Sojourn and Soldier are, but that just as well I think it would still be a jarring and traumatic shift, even if Talon foot soldiers have that dehumanizing storm trooper armor going on, but I think the main focus for her is going to be her team more than the enemy. It’s less a matter of killing someone and more a matter of protecting your team.

[nokibay2]

and you never see it all until you close your eyes

[violentnonretirement]

(drunk questions) do you see me like family?

Drunk Answers | Accepting

Jack’s head shrinks back towards his shoulders like a turtle.

“I mean...”

He purses his lips in an effort to consider his words but he’s drunk, so the words are just affirmations or some babbling stream of consciousness.

“Yeah. I guess.” Confirming it was different than feeling it. “‘S’not like... I think that that’s my decision.”

He furrowed his brows, trying to come up with the right words. “Or that you can’t take care of yourself. I know you can, just... See a lot of myself in you and 'm worried... what happened t'me'll happen to you too. You’re an adult, yeah, but ‘s'not a long time t’be on th'battlefield. Don’t like seein’ kids that young out fightin’ wars.”

There’s more he seems to way to say but he goes back to burying himself in the Soju Hana had brought for the two of them to drink.

[addictedtooverwatch]

Overwatch News: New Blood Issue #5

Alright, this is going to be a long post, so for the first time in a long time, here is the TLDR...

TLDR - Issue #5 of New Blood was released on March 15th, 2022. We have had multiple small things confirmed by it, specifically D.Va's recruitment and joining of Overwatch, and Zarya's OW2 appearance. I liked the New Blood series, my favorite Issue was #5. I liked D.Va's character development and I think Baptiste could have used some more. You will be able to get the new Sombra Zhulong skin from now until March 28th, 2022 for 200 OWL tokens.

New Blood Issue #5: Out of all of the parts of this comic book series, this one was my favorite for a few reasons.

I like that D.Va is portrayed to be more mature in this comic. I feel like she is mostly portrayed to be a little immature, but considering her job she should be acting more mature. So, I think that they are doing a good job showing her acting appropriately for the situation.

It is confirmed that damage boost is a cannon ability that Mercy has (pg. 3).

It is seems to be confirmed that Baptiste's Immortality Field can aid in the repairing of the mechs (pg. 15).

We've learned a little more about the MEKA Squad's abilities. D.Mon has a hard light sword and shield (pg. 11). Overlord's mech seems to be able to fly like a drone (pg. 9). All of the mechs have some type of ability to fly/hover (pg. 17).

We have confirmed that Cole was the person to recruit D.Va to Overwatch, not Lucio like I predicted (pg. 19).

It is confirmed that the older members of Overwatch (Ana, Reaper, Soldier: 76, probably Reinhardt and Torbjorn too) are referred to as the "Old Guard" (pg. 21).

We are shown what seems to be Zarya's Overwatch 2 redesign.

It seems that all the characters recruited by Cole are all getting along well (pg. 21 - 23).

New Blood Issues #1 - #4, A Longer Than Necessary Review:

I think this comic series is one of my favorite releases from the Overwatch media section with the only thing beating it being Stone by Stone. This series did a good job leading up to what can be assumed to be the current state of Overwatch 2 lore. I'm glad that all of the characters we saw during the Behind the Scenes of OW2 who joined Overwatch were explained here. Other than Issue #5, Issue #4 was my favorite. I think that they did a good job expanding on all characters featured in the comics. Now let's get onto the character specifics...

Ana: I think that having Ana being the person to push both Cole and Pharah to join Overwatch was good. I think that they included her for a perfect amount of the comics. I would like to see more interactions between her and Pharah in the future.

Pharah: I think that they did a good job integrating past Pharah lore (Ana didn't want her to join Overwatch) with her connection to Helix to give her a reason to not join Overwatch. Then, they gave Pharah a reason to join which I think was well executed. I also like how they expanded her connection to Cole and Mercy (pg. 5 of Issue #2).

Baptiste: I think that out of all the characters, Baptiste was the least developed by this comic. I like his banter with Cole throughout his comic. I also think that the expansion of his in-game abilities (Regenerative Burst, Amplification Matrix, and Exo Boots) within lore was good.

Zarya: I think they did a really good job making Zarya more sympathetic. In-game, she's kind of curt and mean. Her comic shows her in a different light which is really nice. I think that the few scene with her interacting with her family was great.

D.Va: I may be biased (I'm a D.Va main), but I think that D.Va's character was developed really well. I talked more about this early, but they did a good job making her act appropriately for the dire situation that she is in. I also really like that they showed D.Va to be very focused on helping people. In multiple pages, we see D.Va trying to take action that will help the most people (asking about communicating with Overwatch) which makes me really happy.

Cole: I think that they did a good job making Cole more of a leader and they did a good job portraying him like he is in-game. He is very charismatic and I think they did a good job showing that Cole is able to use that to steer people in the right direction. I'm excited to see how they make Cole an even better leader in the future.

OWL/OW Updates:

In Overwatch, the patch notes (3/15/2022) fixed some bugs including the mic distortion that was being complained about recently. The bigger news though is that the 2CP maps, Horizon Lunar Colony and Paris, have been removed for Quick play and related modes. It seems like the development team are beginning to slowly remove 2CP maps from the live game.

In OWL news, the new Sombra Zhulong skin is available for 200 OWL tokens to celebrate the Shanghai Dragons' Overwatch League 2021 victory. You will be able to get the skin from March 15th, 2022 - March 28th, 2022.

[whatzaoverwatch]

Late with Tim Hortons with this lookback as earlier in the month we got the new instalment of New Blood. With Cassidys lesbian pickup adventures taking him up north to Zaryas location. Getting a gander at Zaryas position in the frontlines and getting a somewhat deeper insight to what she is fighting for.

This in comparison to her involvement in Searching (the comic between her and Sombra after infiltration) seems a little awkward in the transition from her becoming a frontline soldier to her country to joining Overwatch for the sequel. While it makes sense in the “joining a group to not only save her people but people around the world” but you would think she would’ve came to that conclusion a lot earlier since she discovered Katyas side trades with omnics. I don’t know the time gap between then and now but we all knew it would get to this point eventually.

Next and finally we will be getting D.Vas chapter with hopefully a new look and a potential insight at the characteristics of her MEKA squad.

[clover-watch]

For the character thing, can you do D.Va?

Sure thing! Thanks for the ask. :)

Favorite thing about them: I love how different D.va turned out to be in canon compared to how fanon interpreted her for a long time. As fun as it is to imagine her as a laid-back, ass-kicking gamer girl, she's so much more than that. She's hard working and dedicated, but she's also self-sacrificing and under so much pressure. She's a nineteen year old girl who made the jump from gamer to MEKA soldier and especially in her animated short, they show how this has given her somewhat of an Atlas complex. She's such a complex character and I'm hoping she gets her own novel or short story, too.

Least favorite thing about them: From a gameplay perspective, I'm just salty that D.va players can get PoTG pretty easily.

Favorite line: I'm guilty of spamming her "winky face!" voice line a lot.

BroTP: I want her and Lúcio to be best friends. I also think she'd get on pretty well with Tracer.

OTP: I don't typically ship her with anyone, but I will admit that I do enjoy all the cute fanart of her and Brigitte.

nOTP: Any pairing between her and one of the older characters. That's icky.

Random headcanon: Hana uses lots of emoticons/emojis when she messages people. Like... way too many in a row.

Unpopular opinion: Not necessarily a D.va opinion but I am just not as invested in the other members of MEKA as a lot of other people are. I need to know more about them first.

Song I associate with them: I love to put Stronger by TheFatRat on when I play as her.

Favourite picture of them:

She's so pretty!

[overwatchconvergencerp]

OVERWATCH CONVERGENCE WANTED CHARACTERS

Hey guys, it’s been a really long time since we’ve updated this but we are most definitely still active and I am here for the weekly most wanted and open characters! Send an application via the submissions tab if you’re interested! We also allow OCs! We also have opened up secondary slots for alt characters! The number of slots open is next to each character! Any character with ***** around it means that is part of our most wanted!

Cannon Ashe Bastion Doomfist Genji Junkrat Mei Orisa Pharah **Reaper** Reinhardt Symmetra **Tracer** Torbjorn Winston Wrecking Ball Alt’s Ana x2 Ashe x1 Baptiste x2 Bastion x2 Doomfist x2 D.va x1 Echo x2 Genji x2 Hanzo x1 Junkrat x2 Lucio x2 McCree x2 Mei x2 Moira x2 Orisa x2 Pharah x2 Reaper x1 Reinhardt x1 Roadhog x1 Sigma x2 Soldier 76 x1 Sombra x2 Symmetra x1 Tracer x1 Torbjorn x2 Widowmaker x2 Winston x2 Wrecking ball x2 Zarya x2 ***Meka is part of the most wanted! We currently have Hana and D.mon! All other members are open!***

[hotelofheroines]

This is the poll to determine which girl from Overwatch will be joining Widowmaker here at the hotel. I limited it to the five that I thought I would most enjoy. I will be calling the winner Monday.

Moira is a haughty scientist working for Talon, being the one responsible for Amelie’s transformation into Widowmaker.

Sombra is a mischievous hacker and information broker working for Talon, who is generally puts her own interests over the organization.

Angela Ziegler (Aka Mercy) is a sweet-natured doctor and original member of Overwatch, who hopes to save as many people as possible.

Hana Song (Aka D.Va) is a cheerful young MEKA pilot from South Korea, who is as much of a pop star as a soldier.

Satya Vaswani (Aka Symmetra) is a stoic architect and spy for the  Vishkar Corporation, who uses Photon Projectors to build structures.

[wildwinterlunas]

I've put this off for too long but here are my thoughts on the how the MW!Junker characters ended up in Junkertown;

Winston - The Tinker

Winston's probably the easiest, he just crashed in Australia after escaping the Lunar colony. Though I do think that though he considers Junkertown his home, he does travel a lot more and did actually reach out to Hammond when he saw Wrecking Ball on the news. I like to think that they are still close friends in Mirrorwatch, just living different lives. I also think Winston would still be very similar to canon, or at least he's like that with the other Junkers. With everyone else he's a bit bitter and short with.

D.VA - The Champion

D.Va is also pretty easy for me, as Junker D.Va already has voice lines with that skin and Hana in general is just an easy character to reverse. My HC is that Hana ended up in Australia after a really bad fight with the Gwishi. Unlike in canon where hiring the best gamers for the MEKA piolets, despite their age, worked immediately. It didn't in the Mirrorwatch timeline. Hana loosing D.Mon and Dae-hyun is a particularly brutal fight against the Gwishi. After that fight she ran and ended up in Junkertown. Which was good for her as Junkertown was probably the most off the grid place you can be. Most of the public think that Hana died in the same fight that took her friends. After that Hana became the champion of Junkertown. Personality wise, there is already hints in the Junker skin voicelines that this Hana focuses a lot more on mechanics. There is also hints that she's a more Han Solo like character. I also like to think that she holds bitterness towards both MEKA and her old fans, seeing them see all the heart ache and trauma she went through and choosing to capitalize off it, not only making her a soldier but also using her as a way to make money.

Genji - The Junker Ninja

Now I'm not sure if this Genji skin has voice lines with it but I'm going to go off of what information we do get, and by that I mean I'm going to look way to much into the Name Card Genji gets. So I've already talked about how I think Genji was initially a part of Talon but escaped thanks to the help of MW!Cassidy. Basically with Vengeance she went to saving Genji expecting to get a living weapon out of the situation. After Genji escapes he basically has to go completely off the grid or Talon will find him a recapture him. So he eventually ends up in Junkertown. He then meets Symmetra who replaces his prosthetics both to make Genji feel more comfortable and to make sure Talon can't track him. With the Name Card, to me he looks like he takes the role of Junker towns protector, keeping what little peace and order there is. Basically he's a Batman like character in Mirrorwatch. He would also be a lot more chaotic, basically imagine Blackwatch Genji but a little less angry and mixed with what Genji most likely was like pre-cybernetics.

Symmetra - The Innovator

Now Sym was one I was excited to get to because I genuinely think she would be a mix of Lifeweaver and Lucio, her having been taken in by Vishkar but leaving as soon as she realized that Vishkar only wanted control. Rebelling in anyway she could. There is also the fact that with the voicelines Junker Sym gets it implies that she has been in Australia for awhile, meaning she likely left as soon as she was able to. I also think that Symmetra is the leader of Junkertown in this universe, specifically with how hard light technology would innovate the technology in Junkertown. For what this means for Junkertown itself, I still think it's incredibly chaotic, but I also think that it would be healthier, more plant life being around the area, maybe even some animals too. Again the politics and general vibe would be the same. There's just more of an effort to resort the environment within Junkertown. The only thing society wise that I think would change is the view on Omnics, them being welcomed in when Sym took power.

[blackwatch-gwyn-active]

New Recurit Can Do What?! (Tracer, D.Va, Genji x Reader)

As they waited on the bus to take them further into the city and closer to the headquarters of the most famous organization that ever existed and they were about to be a part of it. They looked at the formal invitation once again and were shocked once more when it said that they were to be a part of their organization to protect the world. They knew everyone on the team and knew exactly who was supposed to be greeting them at the gate as their welcoming committee but only a select few knew about their special attribute.

"We apologize for the inconvenience but due to technical difficulty and some construction, the bus to downtown London has been cancelled." Is announced over the speaker as they groan.

'Great, my first day on the job and I am going to be late.' Is all they thought as they started to walk out and it dawned on them that they could get to meeting place, so long as they do not get caught.

*Time Skip, Tracer's POV*

It was all going great! Soldier 67 and Winston asked Hana, Genji and I to welcome the new recruit in King's Row as they had other business to attend to or had been assigned to a mission. All we know is their name, their age and a picture of them but for some reason, a certain part was blacked out. I wanted to ask but when I saw the time, I knew that they would be there soon. Gotta get there fast if I want to be on time!

"Hello loves!" I announce as I see Genji and Hana waiting for me with eagerness just as I was. 

"Ready to welcome to newest member of our Family?" I smile as Genji nods but Hana is nearly shaking. 

"I heard that they maybe a tank but they could also be defensive." She jumps around with joy as I laugh. She is beyond adorable, that is for sure.

"Do you know if they are going to be coming by foot or bus, Oxton-San?" Genji asks as I shake my head, a slight smile on my face. 

"I don't know really and Genji, you can call me Lena or Tracer, everyone else does." I laugh as he looks at the distance and we hear the bell tower toll that it was the time to meet them. 

"Maybe they got stuck in traffic?" Hana says as I listen on the airwaves. 

"All transportation to this part of town is shut down due to technical difficulties. They must be trying to get here by foot" I explain as we hear movement near the entrance but whatever it was, we could tell it was big.

"Omnics wouldn't dare attack us, that would be stupidity!" Hana says as she gets ready to call her Meka in but before we could respond, this large golden lion appears from the entrance and at first, I was shocked but ready to attack, thinking it was a trick by Talon. 

"Don't shoot! It's me, (Y/N)!" It starts to speak as we all look at each other.

"Sorry love but you can't be them, you are a lion for one and talking for two.... Wait...YOU CAN TALK?!" I shout as Hana gets out her phone and starts recording it for her followers; this girl loves to show off while Genji inspects her thoroughly. 

"If you are them, then how are you a lion?" he inquires as they look down and if they could face palm, they could. 

"I knew I should have been careful." They reply as they quickly morph into their proper physical form and we are all in shock.

"Sorry, I forgot about that." They seem to smile innocently as they then wave sheepishly. 

"I'm (Y/N) and as you can tell, I can shapeshift from my human form into a lion. It's nice to meet you all and I look forward to help you all in any way that I can!" They reply with a smile that could put all of the lights in London to shame. 

We all say our 'Hello's and smile as we show them around King's Row...This looks like it may be the start of an amazing friendship.

[nitewrighter]

Overwatch Interactions I’d Like to See

“This stuff has been mentioned in my notes and I want to expand on it” Edition

Ana: I hear you’ve been causing a bit of trouble since the disbandment, Jesse.

McCree: Well, ma’am, if I learned anything from you, hopefully it’s the good kind of trouble.

---

Doomfist: I’m quite interested in your thoughts on entropy, Doctor De Kuiper.

Sigma: One might ask another’s thoughts on the ocean, Mr. Ogundimu. But I will say you are a fascinating catalyst for my observations.

Doomfist: ...’Catalyst’... I like that.

---

Torbjörn: You left a lot of us picking up the pieces after Zurich, ‘Soldier.’

Soldier:76: I know it’s not fair, but I can’t find out who’s responsible for how everything went wrong if the world knows I’m still alive.

Torbjörn: And I say you can’t sort out your past if you’re already running from it. 

---

Zenyatta: Your people have placed a very weighty burden on you, Hana Song.

D.Va: Joining the Meka program was my choice. I have to protect my home. 

---

Zenyatta: Might it not be possible to discuss matters with the Gwishin peacefully? Perhaps it only strikes out due to fear or miscalculation.

D.Va: Sorry, Zen, but from what I’ve seen of it? It’s not exactly talkative.

---

Torbjörn: Doc, er---about the rifle... I’m sorry. You’d think with all my going on about the tin cans using my work...

Mercy: I appreciate the sentiment, Torbjörn. It hurts but... I know you’re a tinkerer at heart, and you’ve only ever wanted to protect people.

Torbjörn: I’m starting to think that combo is how most of my problems get started...

[biohazard-inevitable]

Red Exit

A Roadrat fanfic + D.Va that was inspured by the two Junkers and a D.VA short as well as a rp I did with @emile-hides and @aripan12 !The comic link can be found on Emile’s site along with his fanfic with a similar concept that also ispired this fic! I kind of left the ending a bit ambiguous and mainly focused in on the relationship Junkrat and Roadhog had. Hope you enjoy!

“Roadie! Oi! Roadie!” Junkrat’s nasally voice broke out into Roadhog’s ear as he slept in. Roadhog gruffed out a huff as he sat up and glared down at his small companion.

“What?” He asked, standing up a little.

“Listen do ya know where tha’ bloody tape went? I need it for a project.” Junkrat said, then proceeded to follow Roadhog as he silently walked over to a stash of junk and pulled out a fat roll of duct tape from it, throwing it unceremoniously at Junkrat. Junkrat caught it with a little bit of a fumble as he giggled a bit. “Thanks mate!”

Roadhog watched as his companion scuttled back outside to his workshop like the rat he was. He shrugged and sighed a bit as he prepared lunch for Jamison, knowing the idiot probably hadn’t bothered to feed himself. Soon after making a sandwich for the bastard, Roadhog lumbered out to the workshop where he found Junkrat fully hyper focused on whatever the fuck he was building.

“Rat.” He growled out, snapping the rodent of a man out of his trance as he threw the sandwhich onto the table. “Eat.”

“Ah cheers mate.” Junkrat said, grabbing the sandwich and swiftly taking a bite out of it. “Nearly forgot!” A titteribg laugh followed this comment and Roadhog rolled his eyes underneath his mask. Of course he forgot.

“I’m goin into town.” Roadhog said as he turned and began walking out of the workshop.

“Oh ye are? Lemme come with!” Junkrat said, beginning to trail behind his bodyguard. “I need some things, scrap mostly.” Junkrat then let out a squeak as he was grabbed by his tire and promptly shoved into a sitting position on his couch.

“Stay.” Roadhog snarled from underneath his mask before finally making his leave. Junkrat crossed his arms and pouted.

“Big lug cant tell me what ta do.” He mumbled go himself. Junkrat wasn’t going to disobey his bodyguard however, he knew he’d never hear the end of it from the guy if he did so he continued to work on his project.

As Roadhog approached the gates to Junkertown, a rather interesting sight caught his eye. A girl was sat outside the city of waste, pounding as hard as she could on the rusty metal doors.

“Please! Please let me in! I need help!” The girl wailed out pathetically.

She was an interesting one that was for sure. Decked out in a pink and blue outfit and with shiny hair that must have been freshly washed, she looked out of place here in the wasteland. Not that Roadhog could give to shits anyways, she was in the way. Swiftly and with a strong wrist-flicking movement, Roadhog’s hook flug out and wrapped harshly against the girl’s waist, pulling her in closer.

“Get outta the way.” Roadhog snarled out as he walked past her and up to the gates.

“Sir please!” The girl said boldly. “Just hear me out, okay?”

Roadhog turned to her and huffed, crossing his arms impatiently as he decided to hear her out.

“My name is Hana Song! I was a MEKA pilot over in South Korea. I was kidnapped and abandoned here and I need help finding a way home!” She was determined, that was for sure, but she was also rather naive to think a Junker would help her.

“What makes you think I’d help you?” Roadhog questioned, looking the skinny girl up and down.

“You Junkers like money, right? W-well back home I’ve got lots of it!” Hana said, the confidence in her voice slipping. Roadhog sighed and figured supplies could wait. They needed a boat.

“Follow me.” Roadhog huffed out as he began the short trek back to the shack.

As they approached the shack, Roadhog knocked on the side of the hole that was one of three entrances to Junkrat’s workshop.

“Well yer back early.” Junkrat said, getting up and hobbling over to Roadhog. “Wait a minute, who’s the random sheila? Don’t tell me yer bringin brothel girls back ta our place!”

“Shut up.” Roadhog snarled. “This is Hana. We’re taking her back to Korea.”

“Kor ee ha?” Junkrat voiced out, saying it wrong several times. “Where’s that? Is it near Sydney or that near wherever Brisbane is?”

“Shut it.” Roadhog snarled out a second time. “I have a buddy that owes me a solid. He can get us a boat and then we can-“ Roadhog could barely say anything else as he was immediately cut off by Junkrat.

“Wait wait wait, a boat? Alright first off, since when do you have a buddy that owes ye a solid? Secondly, are we really jus up an leavin? What about our revenge on the queen? What about our agreement? We just gonna lug that with us?” Although Junkrat brought up some valid points, Roadhog could care less.

“Shut up or I’ll leave you here alone.” Roadhog hissed out. An empty threat, but definitely one that Junkrat wouldn’t try to test. At least, that’s what Roadhog hoped.

“Foine then.” Junkrat said, standing up straight to his full height. “You go getcher boat and I’ll just sit around then. Keep yer secrets an all that. Not like I get any say in the matter anyways!”

God he was such a child sometimes, but Junkrat’s tone felt different. There was a slight wobble to it, almost like the pathetic man was on the verge of tears. Roadhog tried to ignore it as he left.

“Watch the kid.” He huffed out briefly before he left back in the direction of Junkertown.

After Roadhog returned, they began formulating a proper plan and aranged their agreements with Hana regarding the money.

“This better be some good fuckin loot if we’re goin all this way outta our way fer ya.” Junkrat said sternly, eyeing Hana with suspicion as he leaned forward a bit. “And if you try ta juke us-“

“Rat that’s enough.” Roadhog growled, watching as the pyromaniac sank down into a slump on his seat. “The boat will be ready by early morning, before dawn. So let’s get some rest before we head out.”

The group nodded in agreement before setting to their spots to rest, Hana taking the upstairs couch and Junkrat going out to his workshop couch to rest as well. Roadhog did his best to try and sleep, but to no abail. Finally, he gave up in the middle of the night, opting to go outside to the cliff and gaze off of it and into the endless expanse of the wasteland.

“Couldn’t sleep either, huh Roadie?” Junkrat’s voice caught Roadhog off guard as the scrawny man came over beside him. “Mind if I join ya for a tick?”

Roadhog merely huffed in a way that said, “do whatever you’d like” and Junkrat promptly sat down beside him. For once, the two Junkers sat together in silence before Roadhog finally broke the silence.

“It’s my fault.”

“Huh? Whatcha mean Roadie?” Junkrat’s amber eyes looked up at Roadhog gently.

“All of this.” Roadhog gestured out to the wilderness in front of him. Junkrat let out a breif scoff at the gesture.

“Don’t flatter yerself! All this can’tve possible been all one man’s fault.”

“You don’t understand.” Roadhog sighed. “You weren’t there. If only I hadn’t been in the ALF. If only I hadn’t caused the omnium to explode-“ A metalic hand rested on his thigh and cut him off.

“Mako. Listen to me. It ain’t yer bloody fault.” Junkrat’s tone was deeper, more serious. “If the omnium hadn’t exploded, a lotta things wouldn’t’ve happened mate.”

“I know. You would probably have become a child soldier, or maybe even have a chance at a happy life, a normal life. Not this bullshit.”

“Oh would you shut the fuck up already?” Junkrat sighed out. “I like this life if you’d ask me. Wot I meant was, if the omnium hadn’t exploded, I wouldn’t have found my love for bombs. More importantly,” Junkrat moved his hands up to the sides of Roadhog’s mask and stood up on a rock to look into the eye holes of his mask. “I wouldn’t have met you.”

“Jamison.” Roadhog gently grasped onto Junkrat’s hands, pulling them down and away from his mask. “Trust me, you would have loved a happier, normal life. A life without me in it.”

“Bullshit.” Junkrat rested his forehead on Roadhog’s, tears welling up in his eyes. “I wouldn’t change this life for anything else in the world.” Junkrat gently unclasped the pig mask and left it up to Roadhog to remove it if he wanted to, which he did.

“Why?” Roadhog asked as he took his mask off slowly, revealing his mutilated face.

“Because you fucking dumbass,” Junkrat sniffled a little bit and smiled softly at the sight of Roadhog’s face. “Because I love you.”

[queenghidrah]

Comic-con fun with the cutest MEKA around 😍

[bunnyhanasong]

Foolish Girl

Main ship: widowtracer

Side ships: pharmercy

Genre: angst

Notes: bit of a canon deviation, clearly. Lena is a dumb lesbian and Widowmaker thinks so too

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Tracer, don’t you dare run off to find that sniper again. We nearly lost you the last time.”

Lena huffed at Pharah’s words as she slid on her bracers, “Oh please, you wouldn’t get rid of me that easy, love. Besides, she means no harm; to me anyway. If she wanted me dead she wouldn’t miss me every time.”

“Lena,” a stern voice spoke from behind Fareeha’s shoulder, “I want you to stay where I can see you. It doesn’t matter if she hadn’t fatally shot you yet, that shouldn’t be a risk you’re willing to take.”

“But-”

Angela raised an eyebrow at her protest, silently daring the younger woman to argue with her again. Lena sighed and crossed her arms, pouting a little at the combat medic.

“Fine. Whatever you say, mum.”

“It’s my job to keep you safe, child,” Angela ignored the mocking tone in her words, “I can’t very well do that if you’re out of range chasing after a woman you know might as well be dead.”

“Angela...” Hana spoke up from where she was fiddling with the controls on her new black and gold Meka, “Don’t go there.”

Hana knew how sensitive a topic Amélie’s kidnapping and brainwashing was for Lena, even though it’d been years by then. Even though Tracer herself had seen what she had become; even though she was well aware that Amélie was gone and Widowmaker had taken her place. Hana had seen the way Lena mourned the loss of her friend, the woman she had silent feelings for. Hana hadn’t been there when it happened, didn’t even know Amélie before Gérard’s murder, but she had held Lena while she sobbed after the first time she met Widowmaker. For her, that was enough to break her heart.

Lena had gone silent at Angela’s words, her face held an annoyed look that didn’t quite reach her sad eyes. She just dipped her head in digression, brushing past Fareeha to go stand with Hana instead. Her friend gave her a sympathetic smile and patted her hand, launching into some excited ramble about her Mech’s new features in an attempt to distract Lena.

“Must you be so harsh with her?” Brigitte questioned softly while leaning closer to Angela, “She’s reckless, yes, but she’s a strong girl. Mentioning past trauma so bluntly like that will only make her more likely to defy you.”

“When’d you get so soft, kid?” Solider:76 grumbled, “Let Angela do her job, pestering people is how she shows affection.”

Angela shrugged off her teammates’ input, already regretting the way she handled things with Lena. Though Lena called her mom as a joke, Mercy did feel like a mother figure to the younger woman. Really, she felt like that was just part of her job; the team mom. Back in the day, Lena would come to her about everything and never hide anything from Angela. However, as of late it felt like there was a rift between them and they would butt heads more often than not.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Hubibi,” Fareeha’s low voice was gentle in her ear as she spoke the pet name warmly, “You didn’t mean to upset her like that. You two can work things out later, yes?”

Angela nodded, “I’ll speak with her after the mission. I really didn’t mean to bring it up like that... I sometimes forget how much it still hurts her.”

“You meant nothing malicious, Angela,” Pharah hummed in agreement, “It will be alright.”

“Thank you, Liebling,” Angela’s accent returned full force as she spoke in her mother tongue, “I do hope you’re right.”

“Landing in Paris in sixty seconds,” the robotic voice of Athena blared through the aircrafts speakers, “Prepare to attack.”

At the announcement of an ETA, Jack Morrison jumped back into his commander role. He started instructing people where to go and who to target, explaining once again the intent of this mission. Talon had taken some French diplomats hostage in a high rise building, ensuring maximum security would deter Overwatch from entering. That didn’t stop them, of course, and they had every intention of sending Talon scurrying home with their tails between their legs.

“Pharah, D.va, keep your eyes on the skies. Mercy, stay back and only jump it when necessary, I don’t have to remind you that healing is more important than fighting,” Angela nodded at his words, “Tracer, you’re on perimeter. Eliminate any enemies that threaten your teammates directly and keep them away from Mercy.”

“You got it, love,” Lena’s reply was missing her usual jovial giggle and happy tone, sounding more like it was said in Athena’s monotone accent.

Jack continued to ramble off orders, turning back to where Winston was operating the aircraft. He had offered the pilot’s chair to Lena before they left the watchpoint, but she had just offered him a nervous smile and a shake of her head. Planes weren’t bad anymore but flying them herself still sent her into intense panic attacks that even Angela had a hard time reversing. Even though it was years in the past, the Slipstream incident affected Lena more than she’d like to let on.

As Winston landed the plane, everyone got into position. Hana had gotten into her Mech, adjusting controls and testing her defence matrix. Brigitte was at her side, somehow still cracking jokes with the younger girl despite the dire mission.

Fareeha and Angela were speaking lowly to each other, making Lena smile despite herself when Angela adjusted Pharah’s hair under her helmet so it stayed out of her eyes. The two had clearly grown closer since Fareeha joined Overwatch and it was no secret that they were together at that point. There was always a certain softness between them, despite Fareeha’s gruffness and Angela’s no-nonsense attitude.

“Your accelerator is working fine?” Winston’s question broke Tracer from her thoughts, “No issues?”

“Right as rain, love,” Tracer promised, “Been ticking away as it should.”

“Good,” Winston nodded as he pocketed his glasses and nudged Lena forward, “Stay safe out there, Lena.”

“You too,” Tracer nodded just as the doors to the aircraft opened with Athena’s countdown.

“Tracer, keep your damn comm in your ear this time!” Soldier’s yell was barely heard over the sound of Hana’s meka as it’s rear boosters engaged and took her out into the sky. Lena flashed forward, quickly gaining distance between her and her team as she went to monitor the perimeter.

Winston and Reinhardt took up the front, immediately storming the Talon base with everyone else close behind. Pharah and D.va had taken to the sky, though Hana quickly landed to assist the others. Tracer glanced behind her to keep an eye on Angela, who was hovering behind everyone with her Caduceus staff in hand.

“Mercy, I’m going round back, let me know if you need me to recall back to you.”

“Affirmative,” Angela’s soft voice spoke in her ear, “I’ll be fine, Tracer.”

With that, Lena was off, making it to the back of the building in record time. She searched back entrances for any minor Talon agents, ensuring that she was alone. She secured the doors with the motion alarms Winston had given her, which would directly notify them if someone tripped the sensor. She was just about to go back to check on Angela when Hana’s slightly out of breath warning came through the comm.

“Sniper! Don’t get caught!”

Lena perked up a bit at that, so she did show up. She placed the last motion sensor absentmindedly and then glanced around her to ensure no one was around. Clearly someone knew of her motives because her comm crackled with an incoming message again.

“Lena Oxton, don’t you da-”

Angela’s warning was cut off when Tracer yanked the earpiece out and let it drop into the strap of her accelerator. She checked the charge and saw the blinking 94%, immediately jumping forward in time to get to the roof quickly. She sent a silent apology to her teammates, especially Mercy, but told herself she was doing this to protect them.

“Cheers, love,” Lena giggled as she flashed forward to stand behind the willowy woman near the edge of the roof, “the cavalry’s here.”

She made no move to shoot and neither did the sniper, who instead turned to face her with a stoic expression, “Chérie.”

“Fancy seeing you here,” Tracer recalled backwards when Widowmaker took a step too close for her liking, “Almost thought Talon woulda given up on you. Fifty shots, one kill, eh?”

“Watch yourself, petite fille,” the way her voice litted when she spoke in her native tongue seemed so Amélie that Lena felt her heart clench painfully.

“Ah, just kidding around, love.” Lena giggles nervously as she rubbed at the back of her neck, “So what, I come all the way up here to see you, defying orders I might add; Mercy’s gonna have my arse, and you just wanna talk? No warning shot, no fist fight even? Have you lost your edge, dear Widowmaker?”

“Do you have a deathwish, mademoiselle Oxton?” The formal remark said in Amélie’s voice hurt more than she’d let on, “Is that what this is for you? Une rendez-vous avec la mort?”

“Aw, love, if I had known this was a date I would have dressed nicer,” Lena mused playfully, “Woulda brought you flowers or somethin’.”

Widowmaker sighed deeply, taking a step towards the small woman who was watching her with wide dark eyes behind her goggles. Her dancers legs gave her a lot of height on Tracer, making it so two large steps were all she needed to cross the distance between them.

Lena was a bit shocked when the distance between them shrunk so quickly that Widowmaker was almost immediately towering over her. She backed up a bit more only to be met with the wall of the storage container behind her, yelping a little at the contact.

“Oh? What’s this?” Widowmaker’s voice was mocking and a smirk played on her lips, “The mighty Tracer startled so easily? Not so confident when you can’t put distance between you and your enemies, huh, Chérie?”

“Oh, come off it,” Lena didn’t want to admit how unease those unreadable golden eyes made her, “You don’t scare me, love. No offense.”

Widowmaker hummed in thought before lifting her gun to tilt Lena’s chin up, forcing eye contact, “Is that so?”

“You haven’t killed me yet,” Lena murmured, “If you wanted me dead I would have been so ages ago. Either you’ve lost your touch, or I’ve grown on you.”

“Ah,” Widowmaker chuckled lowly, “Haven’t you ever seen a spider tease her prey before, chérie? Killing you immediately would take all the fun out of it, and it does get dreadfully boring up on this roof all alone.”

Tracer felt the muzzle of the gun nudge the dip in her shoulder in a teasing manner, trying to hide her flinch as she stayed silent. She wasn’t usually this jumpy and certainly would never back down from a fight. She just wouldn’t admit how entranced and distracted she became in Widowmaker’s presence.

“Besides,” the tall woman purred as she leaned closer to Lena, “You’re hardly a threat, darling. Just a hyperactive puppy who thinks she can save the world. It’s almost cute... mais pathétique.”

“You’re bluffing, love,” Lena finally spoke, trying to regain confidence, “Since when did you back down from a fight?”

Widowmaker just shrugged, one hand coming up to rest on the wall beside Lena’s head. Lena’s breathing hitched as she felt her warm breath on her skin, hands coming up ready to shove the other woman away.

“Like I said, Lena; it’s cute.”

Lena felt her heart clench painfully at those words, the way she said her name sounded so much like Amélie that it made her feel queasy. The ache in her chest was amplified by the weight of her accelerator on her body, making her want to cry because she was so close, yet deep down Lena knew; Amélie was gone. She still couldn’t stop herself from whispering in a pained voice.

“Amé...”

Widowmaker raised an eyebrow, golden eyes observing her with an almost pitying look, “Oh, tu pauvre fille. Amélie is gone, you know that.”

“I- please... don’t.”

The way Lena’s voice wavered made Widowmaker shake her head. She didn’t remember much of her life as Amélie Lacroix, but she did have some memory of a particular hyper overwatch agent. Memories that seemed bittersweet, though Widowmaker herself wasn’t too sure what emotion connected to them anymore. She could remember the fondness Lena used to look at Amélie with, and it was pretty obvious that she had once felt more than friendship for her mentor’s wife.

“It’s time to let go, Lena,” Widowmaker said firmly, but surprisingly not unkind, “You can’t keep doing this. I am not her, chérie, I will never be her again.”

Lena tried to hard to put on a brave face as she replied, “We could help you! Widowmaker, please, Mercy could bring Amé back...”

“It’s too late, foolish girl,” Widowmaker trailed a surprisingly gentle hand down Tracer’s cheek, “You have to let her go.”

Before Lena could respond, a raspy warning came from behind them, “Widowmaker... The mission does not include fraternizing with the enemy.”

Letting go of Tracer, the sniper turned to face Reaper, who somehow looked disappointed though his face was an unmoving white mask. Widowmaker chuckled lowly, her body language just as relaxed as before.

“Oh I’m just playing around, Reaper, mon ami,” despite her words, her tone was not friendly at all.

“And yet, you’ve not killed her? Have you lost your touch, Widowmaker? Are you becoming soft?” Reaper’s hands tightened around his guns, “Moira will not hesitate to increase your treatments, if necessary.”

“She is not my target,” Widowmaker recited slowly, “She did not make a move to shoot me or even stop me. If anything, she is but a distraction.”

“Widowmaker,” Reaper’s warning wasn’t growled out, “Don’t test me.”

“She is not my target,” She glanced back at Tracer as she repeated herself firmly. The girl was standing absolutely still, having raised her blasters with shaking hands. She was almost hiding behind Widowmaker, as though she trusted her enough to protect her from the shell of Gabriel Reyes.

Reaper huffed and raised one of his guns in the blink of an eye, too fast for either woman to react. Widowmaker flinched and jumped to the side, expecting Lena to recall out of the way like she so often did while they were fighting. However, a yelp of pain told her otherwise and she immediately spun on her heels to see Tracer crumpling to the ground.

“We’re leaving in 20 minutes, don’t miss the ship and stop making dumb mistakes. You are but a machine, Widowmaker, don’t make me shut you down.”

With that, Reaper disappeared from the roof, shifting to wraith form. Widowmaker watched him leave with baited breath and then turned to Lena, who was white as a sheet and breathing shallowly.

“Oh, you foolish girl,” Widowmaker crooned as she crouched beside the younger woman, “Why didn’t you recall out of the way?”

Tracer was clutching at her thigh, blood seeping through the obnoxious orange spandex she always wore. She huffed and rolled her eyes the best she could, “W-Was a little... distracted, love.”

Widowmaker sighed and brushed Lena’s spiky, unruly hair from her eyes, “God, you’re quite the magnet for trouble, aren’t you.”

Noticing the signs of shock setting in and realizing Lena was having trouble keeping her eyes open, Widowmaker knew she needed to make a decision. She could kill her, that was what her programming was tell her to do, but she didn’t think she could do it. Even if it was to put the girl out of her misery and rid herself of an annoying pest, there was a tiny voice screaming in her mind to save her.

Ignoring Lena’s protests, Widowmaker grabbed the communications device that was hanging from her accelerator. She brought it up to her ear and pressed a button, hearing a beep and then multiple overwatch agents’ voices calling for Lena.

“Angela Ziegler,” Widowmaker spoke coldly, “Your puppy got off her leash.”

The comm crackled and a confused voice spoke in accented English, “Amélie?”

“Widowmaker,” she corrected through gritted teeth, “She’s been shot, Ziegler. Shock setting in and losing consciousness, you’d best come work your magic before I have to put her down.”

“I-,” Mercy was stumbling over her words as she came to terms with what had been said, “You didn’t kill her?”

“I was not the one who shot her,” Widowmaker replied, “She is not my target.”

“Amélie, I-.”

“That is not my name, madam Ziegler,” the French woman warned lowly, “Come save your little pest before it is too late.”

With that she dropped the comm and turned to Lena again, who was shaking like a leaf as her body temperature dropped. Widowmaker frowned and brushed a gloved hand over her sweaty forehead, “Pauvure chiot.”

“W-why do you always... why do you c-call me that?”

Widowmaker’s golden eyes glinted with a surprisingly amount of fondness, “You are like a puppy, no? Annoying and loud, but I do suppose you’re cute to some.”

“W-well aren’t you... quite the charmer,” Lena gasped as she shifted and a spark of pain shot through her leg. She heard someone calling her name in the distance and watched with glassy eyes as Widowmaker glanced over her shoulder.

“Your friends will be here for you soon,” she spoke in a strangely gentle way, “Stay out of trouble, little pup.”

“Amé... please stay.”

Widowmaker smiled at her sadly, not bothering to correct the woman who was clearly in shock, “Adieu, Chérie.”

With that, she left Tracer slumped against the storage unit, knowing her family would find her in the next couple minutes. She threw her grapple to the rooftop across the way, spotting the talon ship hovering nearby.

With a glance over her shoulder she saw a familiar blonde figure crouching over Lena’s body. Widowmaker sighed and shifted her gun sling over her back.

“Stay alive, foolish girl.”