#Overwatch gun salute

[sunflowerrosewood]

Shooting For Your Old Heart ~ Soldier 76

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the one shot!

You were a brand new gunner for Overwatch. You were recruited by McCree just outside of El Dorado when you came into the battle against Talon and took down Sombra. Jesse asked you to come back and meet the rest of the team.

Since joining Overwatch, you were close with Jesse and Mercy. Mercy always seemed to be asking about your lock on bullets and how they would explode on contact. Junkrat over time wanted to also learn. The rest of the team liked you except for Solider 76 otherwise known as Jack. 

Jack always had something bad to say about your gun or stance. He is the oldest but does he have to be so nit picky? And over time, you began to fall for his assertive nature. You liked that he always seemed to be near you and always protects. You enjoyed his company when he wasn't complaining about you. 

A mission came up in Busan where Talon operatives were trying to steal artifacts. You, Jack, Mercy, Junkrat, Jesse, and Reinhardt were sent on the mission. 

"Y/n? Pack extra bullets for me?" Jamison asked as you laughed. 

"Will do!" You said as you heard someone clear their throat. "Yes Jack?"

"Commander during this L/n and quit acting like this is easy." Jack snapped as you rolled your eyes. 

"I know it wont be but why can't I have a positive attitude, grumpy?" You said as you heard Jesse calling your name. "If you'll excuse me." 

Jack always had this issue with you. This gorgeous woman should not be a gunner whose bullets explode on contact. She's almost as deadly as Widowmaker. But the bigger issue someone like you needs to be safe. 

Jack felt like you kept trying to be in trouble. He hated to see you go on missions without him but you always came back unharmed. Jack had this overwhelming urge to protect you, hold you, kiss you. It was scary to him. Someone his age dating someone young. You were more close to Jesse's age than his. 

Speaking of Jesse, you always seemed to talk to him. Jack knows that Jesse was the first person you became close but the touches on your shoulders or hands is making him jealous. Why is Jesse touching you so much? What if Jack was nicer to you and could do the same? What if he could hold your hand during the plane ride to each mission? The closest thing to a touch he gets from you is a shoulder bump when you want to get away. The reason Jack is so rough with you is he does not want to see you hurt over a minor mistake. He couldn’t bear to see that. 

The plane arrived at Busan and the team began to run off. You went above with Jesse and Jack while Junkrat, Reinhardt, and Mercy stayed below. You could see the Talon operatives loading their weapons from afar. 

“Stay back for now.” Jack commanded as you and Jesse bent down to load your weapons. The rest of the team waited as Reinhardt put up a shield to run in. 

As soon as Reinhardt began to run in, the rest of you began. You saw a Talon operative getting ready to shoot Junkrat so you shot him from above. 

“Thanks Lass!” Junkrat yelled as you saluted and took off to another area. 

Jack and Jesse were across from where you were shooting and you saw a gunner getting up to shoot at Jack. You quickly loaded and shot your bullet causing the Talon operative to blow up.

“You could have warned us L/n.” Jack growled through the comms.

“Figured you didn’t want to die today.” You said as Mercy came up to heal Jack and Jesse. 

While you were helping with the rest of the team, Jesse questioned Jack about you. When Jack acted like you were just a teammate, Jesse laughed at him. Jack glared at Jesse behind the glasses as he heard a yelp. While the two of them were bickering, you were shot in your side. All Jack saw in slow motion was the bullet hitting you and like yours, exploding. The base went out from under you and your limp body fell down a few feet. It was the first time in a while that Jack screamed. 

“MERCY GO CHECK ON HER!” Jack yelled through the comms as Mercy was already flying over. 

You felt dizzy and nauseous but you could tell Mercy was coming over. You also saw white shaggy hair and could make it out as Jack screaming. As the battle went on, Mercy immediately took you back to the plane to begin work in the small med bay on the plane. Meanwhile, Jack’s anger got the best of him and he began shooting like crazy until the operatives fell.

“Are you sure she’s not just a teammate?” Jesse said as Jack fell to his knees.

“If we weren’t arguing about her, I could have saved her.” Jack snapped as Jesse sighed loudly.

“But you heard her. She is dizzy but Mercy believes she’ll recover.” Jesse tried to explain. 

“She should not have gotten hurt.” Jack growled as his fists tightened.

“I know you are angry with yourself. But we need to get back to the plane so we can get home. Y/n cannot stop herself from getting hurt all the time.” Jesse tried to explain before walking back to the plane. 

Jack walked back to the plane still sulking. He could hear the others talking but he had to visit the mini med bay. He saw your pale body laying on the bed. Mercy had to take your shirt off to get to the wound so Jack was also trying to not stare for too long. But his heart clenched hard looking at you.

“She’ll be out for a while. I’m going to try and fix the wound before we get back.” Mercy said as she touched Jack’s shoulder. “She will be fine.”

“It was my fault Mercy. She could have died because I was too transfixed on her saving me.” Jack said as he sighed.

“Do you want to stay here while I fix her wound?” Mercy asked as she saw the slightest nod from Jack. 

As Mercy continued to fix your wound, Jack was still fretting over you. He just wants you to be better so he can actually tell you how he feels before it is too late for either of you. The plane landed back at HQ and Mercy immediately brought you to her hospital. She put IVs in you, gave some medicine for strength, and would check the stitches. Jack stayed by your bed the entire time even when Mercy tried to force him to shower, shave, and check his wounds. 

For about three days, you were out of it. No response but at least the color was coming back to your skin. Jack fell asleep by your bedside multiple times. By the fourth day, your eyes began to open slowly. The hospital lights were blinding but as you turned your head slightly, you could see Jack. His hair was shaggy and all over the place, a five o’clock shadow was showing, and you could see he hadn’t changed since the mission. 

“Jack?” You croaked out as Jack immediately shot up. His eyes were frantic as he saw your soft e/c eyes looking at him. 

“Y/n! You’re awake. Let me go get Mercy.” Jack said as he walked out of the room. You sighed and waited for her to come in. 

She began to check your vitals and ordered some food and water for later. You would have to stay in the bed for a while longer before you go on desk duty. No missions for a couple of weeks. Jack stayed by the door as Mercy checked your vitals and your eyes had not left his. Why did he stay by your side for so long?

“All done. I’ll come back in a few hours and replace the bandage but soon I’ll be able to remove the stitches.” Mercy said as you nodded your head. You watched as she left the room and Jack wasn’t where you last saw him.

After an hour had passed and you ate, Jack came back in some sweatpants and a t- shirt. He did not have his glasses on so you could see his lack of sleep in his eyes. You could see he had shaved and brought a bouquet of daffodils. 

“Do you mind if I come in?” He asked as you patted the seat across from you. He walked in and set the flowers in the vase. 

“I see you showered.” You said softly.

“I figured if we were going to talk that you would prefer me to be cleaned.” Jack said as you chuckled. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore but not too bad. You looked like you had been hit by a truck.” You said as Jack scratched his neck.

“How am I not supposed to? You were blown up and I couldn’t save you.” Jack sighed as you took his hand in yours.

“I’m fine Jack. I survived.” You said as he looked at you and you noticed his dark sleepy eyes. “You haven’t slept much have you?”

“I couldn’t. I just wanted you safe.” Jack said as you began to rub his hand.

“Why is that? Is it because I made a mistake?” You said as Jack shook his head.

“I made the mistake. I did not protect the one I love.” Jack said as he realized what he said. “I apologize Y/n.” 

“Do you mean that Jack?” You said softly.

“Always. I know I am a lot older than you and you probably don’t want to date an old guy but I’d love to go out with you.” Jack said softly as he took his other hand to touch your cheek.

“I would l-love to go o-out with you as well.” You stuttered as Jack leaned forward and kissed the corner of your lips. Your face flushed with heat as he backed up. You wiggled away and patted the space you made. “Lay down with me.”

“Are you sure Y/n?” Jack said as you pulled on the hand you were still holding.

“Come on. You need sleep.” You said as Jack climbed into the bed. 

As Jack curled around your body, you caught a whiff of his shampoo and body wash. It was similar to a woody scent mixed with a campfire or gunpowder. You had to lay towards him thanks to the wound but Jack did not mind. He fell asleep rather quickly as soon as your head hit his chest. 

Mercy came in later to check on you and noticed the two of you sleeping. While she would have said something, she knew Jack had not slept since you had been out so she’d rather he get some sleep with you then worry about another person being in a patient’s bed. She smirked to herself and walked away without saying a word.

[jinxedyaart]

A little too Similar. Part 3

A/N There might be a bit of Cole being a flirt as well to the insert. Not a whole harem is happening but Cole trying to shoot his shot and rizz up insert with playful flirting from both sides.

They finished up with cleaning up the party outside the building, taking a few more hours then expected. Valen assisting Leo and their family with the heavy lifting. Taking the grill back into a storage room not far off from the off deck.  Saying goodbye to some people from around the block as they swept the back yard. Everyone headed their own ways, getting ready for bed expect for Valen and Leo. Kissing their mother and brother goodbye, watching their small van leave the front garage. Valen stayed right next to them waving to the pair goodbye as well. The two turned back into the building once the mini van left their view since they needed their facility to be at upmost care for the arrival of Overwatch. Traveling back inside with the ornaments and trash from the party, putting it in a green square trash box just outside the true operations building. Hidden further down and back of the underground part of the facility. Tossing the garbage right in, stretching themself afterwards from the action. Leo dusted off their hands as Valen continued down the hall to open the black double doors. Swinging their arms out of boredom. The omnic kept a side open for them, staring as they came closer. Nodding their head down as a small thank you to the omnic as they stepped into the large room. Similar to the other company, they too had jets being fixed from various scratches along the sides. Armored cars and trucks were being prepared, ammo was being reloaded into certain machine guns at the top of certain ones. Smaller golf carts were being driven around by omnics and humans alike with spare metal in the trunk of some. As Leo scanned the room, every so often a rough metal cutting sound vibrated throughout the giant room, bouncing around the walls distracting them. Taking in a deep breath to calm their nerves, standing still just in front of the doors that Valen kicks closed.  Some people were walking past the two of them, pausing their conversations briefly to acknowledge their captain's arrival. Leo waved back with a small soft smile before changing their expression quickly to a more serious one.

     "ALRIGHT EVERYONE, LISTEN UP!"

All that heard their Captain's announcement in the room turned to face them. Some froze up completely, others turned their body to them but continued their work quietly.

   "Overwatch has finally anwsered us and made a scheduled visit to this facility. I need everyone to be on their best behavior and this place has to impress whoever they decide to bring as representation of their leadership. Anything that would make them question my authority has to be gone right now. I refuse to let them walk away with doubt about our strength and abilities. I want them to come back with a list of all the things they need from us. If they need Fire arms we give it to them, they need arms, we've got loads. Do I make myself clear team?"

   All turned to Leo with a straight face, body still, their right arm up over their faces. Saluting right at their captain, affirming to their question. Yelling back "YES SIR!". It seemed a hundred voices yelled back with nervousness in their tones. Their captain happily smiled to them all. Proud of what they molded. Everyone knew this preparation meant a lot to their captain. A once shared dream to take this organization world wide. A dream they adopted into their own. A lost sibling's dream to protect any and all who needed it. To share the memories of those before them. The original dream to protect the streets we live on... they were sure Overwatch had a similar dream in the beginning.

       At last the awaited day finally came. The overwatch group started to make their way to the carrier plane. With Winston taking the lead with his selected coworkers just behind him. He opens the side door to the jet, Lena already was situated in the pilot seat, smiling in the cock pit. Helmet and headphones covered her ears as she waited for the others. Looking at Winston as he began to speak out to the others. Awaiting her further orders from the large mammal.

    "Today is the day which we may make a new alliance with a small organization whose chose to offer up aid. We are going to a location In Massachusetts which will be holding this meeting. It will take a few hours to get there so please be patient."

   Everyone nodded their head in agreement as they boarded the jet. Street lights turning on from the movement. Angela and Mei go in first, taking their assigned seats on the plane. Cole flicks away his cigar on the ground, smashing the tip to stop the lit end from catching fire once more. Boarding as he confirmed it to be off. Genji looked down then at Angela as he boarded, grabbing onto one side of the door pushing himself in to his seat next to the doctor. Lucio enters after the cyborg, hoisting himself into the jet with a small hmpf leaving his lips from the momentum. Winston looks back to make sure everything is secure before finally stepping last to his designated seat. Closing the door behind him, giving Lena a thumbs up and subtle nod as a confirmation to start up the journey.

   "Aaalllrighty everyone! This is your pilot Lena speaking. We will now begin the route to El Cielo, Massachusetts. Please put on all seatbelts as we take off. Sit back and enjoy flying with Lena airlines hehe."

  The plane's jet wings start to lift the vehicle up into the air. Clear dark skies welcomed them. Finally taking off to start their journey. Genji looked over at Angela, who softly smiled at him. Knowing he needed a bit of reassurance. He turned to her, making small chit chat with the doctor as some mimic the action. Making their own small conversation with others to pass the time.

   Awaiting them was Leo in a set of army cargo shorts just below the knee with several pockets on the side and front. Shoes a tan timberland slightly high inched boots with a brown rim. Hair up in a tight bun with two white braids to frame the face nicely. Fixing their sharp barbell septum with their top lip, a small nervous tick they have. Just above their nostrills was a small gold chain running the top of their nose, held in by two different nostril piercing on either side. Their shirt was a slightly tight tan short sleeved shirt with a v neckline. A small white seashell necklace around the base of the neck with the PR flag painted in, covered in resin to protect the design. Another necklace was also adorned, a simple black dog tag going into the valley between their chest. The American flag engraved into the front of it. Valen stood right behind them with his arms crossed behind him in similar attire minus some jewelry choices and heeled boots. He could tell the little one infront was pretending to be fierce in their stance. Their legs twitching out of nerves.

  Noticing their arms crossed over their chest as they both awaited the arrival of the jet. Leo pushed up their glasses as they looked up into the sky, hearing the blades of the jet finally come into ear shot. Turning over to their second in command making sure they looked both tough yet welcoming. Quickly fully turning to the doors behind them in a panic.

   "Valen, do I look good? Did I do too much or too little? This is appropriate for this meeting right?"

  They frantically shifted side to side, arms like a t-rex next to their chest shaking equally as frantic, their face full of worry and anxiousness. Tone fully laced with the same emotions, rapid firing questions at him. Black eyes darted around the poor omnics face plate for an answer. Only to get two metal hands on their shoulders, twirling them to face the jet before stooping his face down to answer back.

   "You look fine Capt. Just breathe ok? I'm right here wit ya nervous as all hell too."

  They took in a big breath, slowly exhaling as the jet came down to the ground a few feet infront of the odd pair. Slowly the whirling blades came to a stop as the side door pushes open. Inside was Winston preparing a small speech to the group as he opened the door, pausing after hearing Lena laugh softly in the cock pit of the carrier plane.

   "Poor little thing. They're nervous."

  She turns to Winston while unbuckaling herself from her seat. Turning off the engine and flicking on some lights for the others to see better in the dark. Motioning her head towards her window. She saw how anxious Leo's body was, looking down at their twitching legs.

  Winston grins a bit, thinking to himself.

'If they are as nervous as we are then truly this is a good idea!' He opens the side door slowly, turning back to his team.

   "I'll get out first, then everyone else can get off after that alright?"

They nod their heads in affirmation. Everyone started to unbuckle their seat belts, standing up in a line behind Winston. Waiting patiently until the large mammel got off. Cole was the first to truly noticed Leo's outwardly appearance first. Confused as to why there was yet another young lady in a place of war.

  Stepping out, finally touching some relatively soft grass under his hands. Some heat waves flew over his hair and fur, making him groan a bit. Winston fixed his glasses on his face before looking up at the pair with a smile. Slowly walking over to them as he began an introduction.

 

   "Hello!"

He reached out his hand to the omnic assuming that's the new leader. Only to find the omnic hesitant to take his hand. Backing up, pushing forward his little captain who was a little upset by the action.

   "This is our Captain. Their name is Leo, I am merely second in command, Valen."

  Winston turns his attention to the one the omnic pushed towards him, whose been staring at him since the interaction started. Their void like eyes staring at him, wide eyed with an expression mimicking a doll. Cold and dead..He backed up nervously, a little creeped out from their expression. Messing his glasses with hesitation, he tries again, this time he's talking to the right person.

  Noting this, Leo sees Winston back up slowly from them, quickly changing their face to one with a nervous yet warm smile. Taking his large rough hand into their soft ones, shaking it twice before deciding to letting go. Coughing a bit to clear their throat, whispering a soft 'apologizes' to him.

  "I know who you are Winston. My family has heard of you as well.. I hope the trip wasn't too demanding of you all. I have some drinks and food ready if you'd like. "

  He can tell that they were trying their best to be as warm as possible to excuse the mishap of facial expressions they showed. As if he was visiting a family friend whom he hasn't seen in years. Reconnecting after years of lost messages and being invited over for brunch at their house to chat for hours. They rushed their answer that it took him a moment to really understand what they said to him. A bit taken aback from their manners, he responds with a laugh. Forgetting the slight mishap.

  "Ahaha, Thank you Leo. I'm sure if the group needs some drinks or are a bit peakish, they would ask in the moment."

  Behind him comes the others in a small group. Coming up to where Winston is but just far enough to still be able to hear his conversation with the odd pair. Hearing Valen snicker softly, the group turn their attention to him briefly.

  "Ah then you would know the rest of my group."

Winston shifts slightly so the pair could better see the small group behind him. Switching his attention between Leo and the others awaiting some recognition on their face.

  "Ah yes. Of course there's Lena the pilot and Mei as well. Two people who are always seen with you. Mercy or well Angela the well accomplished doctor."

  Leo chuckles softly, nodding down a bit after saying the three ladies names. Continuing their roll call in a way. Looking over to Cole, who was already staring at them. Clear confusion over his eyes as he continued his eye contact, tipping his hat forward as usual before saying a small 'm'lady'.

  "Then Cole Cassidy, a cowboy gunslinger. Lucio an underground celebrity of music from Brazil..."

  Lucio responds with a charming smile saying 'hello hello!'. Leo smiled a bit with a chuckle before turning their full attention to the cyborg ninja right behind the blond doctor. Softening their expression before ending the roll call with him.

  "And finally the lovely Genji shimada."

Their eyes panned his body very subtly but he caught onto it. Although most of his body was covered by Angela's. He was a little surprised over it, not being able to distinguish if it was meant to be flirtatious or just curiosity over his body. A heat creeped onto his face as he kept eye contact with them. Trying to pry his caramel eyes off of an almost void-like gaze. Their eyes blacker than anything he's seen in his life, trying to entrap his attention. They finally cut off the wanted trance they made first. Moving their attention back to Winston with a warm smile. Their body starts to shift closer to the doors, leading the group inside. Holding it open for everyone else to go in first, clearly wanting to be nice.

  Genji's attention started to wonder around for some comfort before falling to Angela's blue eyes instead, who was already looking at him. A small warm smile on her face as well. A welcoming warmth fills him once more. Feeling a bit safer in this trance than Leo's. Her ocean eyes cut off as she motions him closer as she follows the others inside the cooler building. Being the last one inside, the group turn to Leo once again who was trying to close the glass door delicately as to not damage it.

  "So um please follow me. I'll give you a small tour of my building. If you ever need something or have questions do ask at any time."

They close the door, motioning around the group. Genji felt a soft graze on his lower back, moving away from the sensation but tried to find what exactly touched him. Motioning his arm up and over the small captain's head. Both whispering a soft sorry to one another. They averted the gaze of the man, instead looking at the floor to not step on anyone else. Arriving to the front once more to lead the group down the halls. Their collective attention started to turn every which way at all the things around them as they walked down the halls. All having their gazes follow a pattern with the hangings on the walls. Pictures and paintings they've never seen before at the briefing a few days ago.

  "These are all the memorabilia of my family and i's younger years. Some having everyone others are more solo."

The leader commented as they checked their new company behind them. Their heads all facing different hangings.

 

   Cole was the first to ask something, catching their attention as they briefly stopped moving to motion themselves to face him. Slowly restarting their momentum again as he spoke.

   "How long has this business been in the family for? If ya don't mind me askin.."

  They open their mouth to speak, looking down at their hands. Stretching out their fingers, clearly trying to count the years.

  "Well my eldest brother started this organization when I was around 10 or 11. Watching gangs and cartels go at eachother's throats in the streets. So he wanted to make  safe streets to better watch my future in the cities. So I would say around 16 or so years. Fairly recent it came under my leadership. So i apologize if i'm a bit on edge or so.."

  Cole nods seemingly accepting this answer. Leo continues to lead them down the hall, coming face to face with the long awaited statue. Genji slowed down a bit after hearing that statement. Gaze turning to the back of the little one's head. Seeing their posture close off so subtly before hearing cole clear his throat, preparing to ask yet another question only to instead say.

    "I'm sorry for your loss.."

  Genji's gaze slowly goes to Leo before drifting past them to see the statue of the past leader. The tone slightly shifted in the building as the group now knew this meant something to the little one and was clearly a bit of a personal subject for them. Now Genji starts to think of what to say or well to first fix his thoughts about this.

'Her brother started this to clean up the streets for her sake.. I truly was wrong about this place..how old even is this place. It looks fairly new to be in use for the past 16 years..'

His face although covered behind a mask, grew kinda envious of this relationship between siblings he wished he had at their age. But softened as he sympathized them, understanding the past of this place more.

[animentality]

Friend: what's your weapon accuracy on overwatch?

Me: it's the percentage you'd score on a test for a class you not only did not take but is in Spanish

Me:

Me:

Me: like. a grade my brother would get on a regular test

Friend: good god

[theyanderespecialist]

Sweet! Could you please do a yandere Zarya and Katya (Poly) x superhero reader? You can pick what powers they have, I've just always wanted to ask this. Please and thank you! ✨

Permanent Russian (One Shot) Poly Katya And Zarya (Overwatch) X Superhero Female Reader

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with a request from Tumblr by http://azuros.tumblr.com/ said:

Sweet! Could you please do a yandere Zarya and Katya (Poly) x superhero reader? You can pick what powers they have, I've just always wanted to ask this. Please and thank you!

Yes I can and I hope that you all enjoy this chapter as well!]

(Name's POV)

My name is (Name) and I am the only female super soldier. I am strong and powerful and I am heading to Russia to help with their omnic problem. I am a hero in my own right. I have a large gun, but I only use it when gun's are needed. I am trained into hand to hand combat and have such strength and skill I can rip someone's head off if I wanted to. I walked in and see a pink haired woman and the Russian Prime Minster (I think that is What Russia uses If not I am sorry). I smile at them both softly.

"I am here to serve madam Prime Minister." I say saluting her.

She stared at me for a moment and then nodded her head. "Yes very good, you will be working under me directly and with Zarya here."

I nod my head. "Of course Madame Prime Minster." I say.

"Please call me Katya." She insists.

"Of course, Katya." I say and she smiles strangely as I said her name, though I could not place it.

(Katya's POV)

Zarya and (Name) headed off to do some training but I had pulled Zarya aside to make sure that she got info on our (Name). It was clear we both want her and that we do not want to loose her. So I assigned Zarya to gather information. I know by the end of her mission she will not want to leave us and she will become a permanent Russian. All ours~

-Meanwhile With Zarya-

I looked at the woman, it is hard to imagine that she is a super soldier, she was so small and delicate. Like a little cub. I did not want to hurt her while we sparred but she proved me wrong. She was strong and able to hold her own. But I was stronger and was able to pin her after an hour of combat. I had worn her down with constant fighting. She pants. I smirked and knew she was the one for me as I pin her and she pants as well as me.

She is so beautiful like this a layer of sweat on her body and chest heaving. Now only if she was naked and eyes were glazed over in lust.

"You are strong, but not strong enough." I tell her.

"It is hard to beat you, but just means I will have to train harder." She says with a smirk and I blush she is so stunning and I could not get enough of her.

We finish straining and as the weeks go on me and my lover fall for her even more. She had a strong sense of duty and was loyal but also she was cute and loved cute things she had a very sweet and soft side that she did not share with everyone. It just made me love her more. Once the mission was over she told us she was going back to the United States. We... We could not let this happen so we set a plan in motion to keep her by our sides... Forever.

(No One's POV)

The two lovers had dinner with her, but they drugged her. They then brought her to their home and took pictures of her naked with a Omnic arms dealer. Blackmail was their best option in the long run. Once she came to they showed her the pictures. She was stunned but new she had no choice but to do what they two wanted.

"What do you want from me?" She asks.

"For you to stay and be ours." Zarya answers. "We love you and yes wish to court you but we cannot risk loosing you."

She looks at them. "Why me?"

Katya was the one to answer this. "Because you are perfection and because you are ours and ours alone.

That sealed it young (Name) was now a permanent Russian and the soon to be lover of Zarya and Katya. She belong to her new girlfriends, and maybe soon to be wives.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I had so much fun writing this one, way more than I thought I would. Anyways I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy my friends!]

[lesbx]

the overwatch competitive ranks are as follows:

bronze: please i know you want a golden gun for your main but for your sanity and everyone else’s please stick to quickplay

silver: yeah sure you got unlucky in your placement matches and got put here on accident. everybody’s innocent in shawshank

gold: congratulations. you are the 90%

platinum: you’re good but you’re not in diamond bc you don’t use comms enough

diamond: you’re good but you’re not in masters bc you use comms too much

master: you’re a no life loser but damn you’re a carry and i salute you

grandmaster: no better than a diamond player bc overwatch has an incredibly low skill ceiling but like look at that shiny medal. wow

top 500: you literally have to constantly play overwatch to keep this rank like dude there’s better games than this. you know that right. you heard of like rdr2? that’s pretty good you should try it

[overwatchworks]

There Were Four:

This is part of a Blackwatch AU of mine where Hanzo and Genji left the clan and joined Blackwatch thanks to Jesse, and (human) Zenyatta decided to put the fist in pacifist in order to ensure changes would be made around the world after Mondatta was killed by joining Overwatch (and eventually moved to the Blackwatch strike team). 

I take massive liberties as to how far their abilities stretch in this as well, so if it seems a little op, it is. 

A small strike team was all that had been required for this kind of mission. It should have been a simple search and seizure of an alleged weapon Talon was building. It should have been quick. And of course, it hadn’t been. 

Hanzo tapped an impatient finger against the ledge of the building he was laying on, positioned to be hidden and still able to scope out the enemy. His bow lay next to his right hand, quiver nestled snugly on his back.

“Got anythin’?”

Hanzo sighed, pressing the comm.

“No.”

“Damn, I’m bored as all hell.”

“Me too.”

“I would literally take getting shot at over this,” Genji grumbled, Hanzo shifting his gaze to the general direction his brother was stationed in. 

“You are going to jinx us,” Zenyatta piped up. Hanzo huffed a laugh.

“I would take a jinx at this point too,” Genji muttered. 

It sounded like he had his chin on his arm. Hanzo found the strangely vivid visual with a bored looking Genji that followed the words vaguely amusing. Which meant he was also bored as all hell, if that was all it took to entertain him. He was about to reply when movement below him caught his eye.

“Wait. Gen, you got eyes on those guys to your two o’clock?” Hanzo murmured, crouching down lower, eyes locked on the line of men below him.

“Yeah. Standard issue Talon weapons, laser sight,” Genji answered immediately.

“Oh, would you look at that? I was correct...” Zenyatta sighed, annoyance clear in his voice.

“I got eyes on a crate leavin’ the back. They’re headin’ for a van, no license plate.”

“Copy. Zen, Jesse, stay in position. Genji, you go top floor, I’m right behind you.”

“Finally.”

Hanzo slung his bow over his back, stepping away from the ledge a few paces before running and leaping off the edge. He felt himself falling, ten stories above the street, still three jumps away from the next building. Hanzo glanced down, saw Zenyatta watching him, hands moving, platforms of gold patterns forming below his feet. 

He pushed off of one, felt the next launch him up, the final one allowing him to leap and roll onto the next building’s roof.

“A little warning next time, Hanzo...” Zenyatta grumbled, Hanzo smiling as he entered the roof access.

“I knew you’d be there.”

“You were falling into a highway.”

“Key word there being ‘were’.”

Zenyatta muttered something in exasperated Nepali.

“Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the van’s about to take off,” Jesse warned.

“Okay...So, why is that bad news?” Genji asked, Hanzo moving through the building silently, wondering the same thing. 

He jumped to the next one, running and catching the ledge of a window on the warehouse the Talon agents were guarding. Hauled himself up and slipped inside, landing in a crouch. No alarms had been set off, yet.

“Well, scan says they got radioactive material mixed with a funky electromagnetic field.”

“Again, so what?”

“So, it’s a bomb,” Hanzo growled.

“Oh, shit.”

“For humans and omnics,” Jesse added. 

Hanzo went down a flight of stairs, then paused at a window, assessing the drop. Talon agents were gathered below, said van being loaded. Zenyatta inhaled quietly, the sound of him running following his reply.

“We cannot just let them get away with that!”

“We won’t. I’m engaging.”

“Han—”

Hanzo curled his hand around one of his arrow heads so just the point of it was peeking through his fist, slamming it against the window and breaking it. He threw himself out, nocking his bow and hitting a guard before he landed with a roll. Hanzo immediately stood and shot another two, shattered glass still raining down on him. Lept behind cover as the agents started to open fire on him.

“I got the van, I’m to your left, Hanzo,” Jesse called, Hanzo glancing up at the gunslinger as he shot at the van. 

The hover-pads of the van short-circuited as they were shot, the sound rivaling that of the bullets ricocheting through the back alley.

“You got reinforcements coming in from the warehouse!” Genji shouted. 

Hanzo shot a storm arrow at the warehouse doors as they opened, three Talon soldiers falling in succession.

“Jesse, you’re going to have to take care of the guards by the van, I’ve got a situation.” 

“Yeah, I see that—Ngh!”

Hanzo spared a look over his shoulder at Jesse, saw him ducking behind the van and heard some more grunting.

“Jess, you okay?!” Genji called. No response. 

Hanzo glared at the Talon agents in front of him, taking one out with each arrow, steadily backing towards the van. He was going to get overrun at this rate. A bullet clipped his cheek, another slicing past his temple in a streak of searing red. Hanzo cursed, eyes widening slightly as he realized there was no cover.

“Shit—!”

Zenyatta landed in front of him right as he was about to duck, a wave of purple energy shooting out from the impact. A row of Talon guards fell from it, Zenyatta twirling and flinging disks of discord as he backed towards Hanzo. He didn’t miss, Hanzo shooting over his shoulder as he held up a larger golden shield.

“Go back to the van, I will get on high ground!” Zenyatta demanded.

There was a flash of movement above him, Genji leaping in front of him with a flurry of shruiken and flashes of bullets being deflected.

“Go help Jesse, I got this!” Genji yelled, hand curled around the hilt of his sword. 

Hanzo nodded, running towards the van as he heard Ryū-ichimonji unsheathe, the air shifting as Genji’s dragon was unleashed. Zenyatta shouted something to Genji, then lept onto his blade, balancing on one foot, the ninja making an upwards swinging motion as Zenyatta jumped from it, a burst of discord launching him into the air with Genji’s help. 

He made it to a window, disappearing inside as Genji lunged into the Talon soldiers, cutting through their ranks. Hanzo slid over the hood of the van after making sure Zen had made it safely, his reflexes being the only thing to save him from getting a fist to the face.

“Woah—!”

Hanzo dropped and knocked the legs out from under the Talon agent, then heard a familiar gunshot. The agent went still, Jesse’s lip curled as he spat blood onto the ground.

“They knocked my comm out. Van’s got some serious jammers on it,” He muttered, opening the front door.

“Should we just—” Hanzo stopped abruptly as he was interrupted by the gunslinger shooting the control panel. The screens cracked and went black, the van shutting down.

“Okay, or we can do that.” 

“It’ll keep ‘em from takin’ it, at least.”

“It’ll keep us from taking it too...” Hanzo muttered, Jesse shrugging and grinning with bloodied teeth.

“Yeah, that’s the point! It probably ain’t a great idea to drive this at all, especially with Genji around.”

“Hey! Quit chit chatting and fucking help me!” Genji shouted, Hanzo startling slightly as his brother rolled under the van and popped back up into a crouch next to them.

“The hell’d you come from?!”

“We can’t let them shoot the van up, it could set off the bomb,” Hanzo hissed, peeking out from behind their cover.

“Yeah, well, I can’t deflect that many bullets.”

“I can use deadeye, but I need cover.”

“I can provide that cover,” Zenyatta piped up over the comm. Hanzo looked towards the top of the warehouse, the monk standing at the edge. He waved, Hanzo smiling and giving him a little salute back.

“Genji, Hanzo, you work on dwindling their numbers, we can’t have Jesse overusing deadeye,” He demanded, hands moving and tattoos lighting up golden bright enough to be seen from where they were hiding.

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” Jesse nodded, holding up his gun in a two handed grip and closing his eyes, back against the van.

“Got it.”

“Alright, I can hold a shield this size for only a few seconds, work quickly. Now!”

Hanzo slipped out from their cover, shooting through the massive, intricate shield in front of them, Genji running beside him, throwing shruiken. The Talon soldiers looked around in a mild panic as their numbers went down to the advancing Blackwatch agents, their own attacks proving to be useless. 

Hanzo nocked his last arrow, tattoo lighting up and crackling as he summoned his dragons. They burst from his arrow in a flash of blue lightning, a distraction as the shield slowly disappeared and Jesse stood on top of the van, gun leveled, his right eye glowing red. Shots went off, then there was silence. 

Zenyatta hopped off the building and landed next to Hanzo and Genji gracefully, Jesse spinning his gun and joining them in the middle of the alley.

“We did it!” Genji cheered, throwing his hands up. He was bleeding from a couple of bullet wounds and cuts, though, that didn’t seem to bother him. 

Hanzo winced slightly as Zenyatta swiped a gentle finger over the cut on his cheek, hands alight with harmony. Jesse set his arm on Genji’s head, leaning against him. The white of his eye was red, face bruising, but he was relaxed.

“We sure did.”

Hanzo glanced at all the Talon forces sprawled on the ground throughout the alley.

“I guess an entire facility’s worth of guards wasn’t enough,” He hummed, Zenyatta rolling his eyes.

“It almost was.”

“Again, you have to focus on those key words, such as ‘almost’.”

“Oh, hush, you.” 

Hanzo chuckled softly as Zenyatta tended to his wounds quickly. The monk moved on to Genji, setting down a biotic field as Jesse commed Commander Reyes. 

“Hey, Boss. Just sent the coordinates; got a bomb here that needs to be dismantled and a couple of hungry agents that’re ready for dinner.”

“Oh, hell yeah, I’m starving!” Genji piped up, Hanzo nodding in agreement. Almost dying did often leave quite the appetite afterwards. Even Zenyatta smiled and bobbed his head.

“You...Took on everyone at that facility?” Reyes asked skeptically. Hanzo glanced at the warehouse, the troops piled in front of it, raising a brow.

“Aye aye, cap, we sure did.”

“And everyone is still in one piece?”

Jesse grinned, wiping at some blood that had started to drip from his eye.

“Yessir, only a few bullet holes here!”

“Goddamn. Copy that. You got an airship coming, eta fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you kindly, Jefe.” 

“Sometimes you kids scare me with what you’re capable of, you know that?” Reyes sighed. 

Hanzo smirked, arms crossing over his chest as Zenyatta narrowed his eyes, lips curling up slightly. Jesse grinned devilishly, Genji raising his brows with a cold smile.

“I believe we do, Commander.” ~~

[gravityboom]

Overwatch Salute For Willem

[mekabound]

@shhhrike || from here!

        Now, isn’t that something she hasn’t heard in a long, long time?

        From a world-renowned MEKA icon, no less. Had Overwatch never sank, Ana would bet her last eye that the UN would have jumped at the chance to round up these peace-signing, gum-snapping young talents and throw them out on the frontlines.

        Children, that’s what they are. Someone’s children, flung out into the fray.

        Slinging her gun onto her back, Ana turns to the curious bystander and regards her with a grain of amusement. Did this one recognise her weathered face from those old Overwatch posters? Ah, those photoshoots felt like an entire lifetime ago. Just thinking about Jack’s stupid power-poses ( that he took a seminar for, can you believe? ) and Reinhardt’s slicked hair has her grinning.

        “That’s funny, because I don’t remember meeting you. Maybe I just have one of those faces, hm?” And just like she used to do in those ridiculous posters, she salutes. Even the wind lends its hand, gusting her tattered cloak around in a mimicry of that Captain Amari bravado. “Regardless, it’s nice to meet you now, soldier. I’ve heard plenty about you.”

     Hana angles her head and continues to study the stranger — truly, where did she recognize her from? Maybe a movie? A commercial? One of the million and a half social events she’s attended in the past few years? She’s seen a lot of faces in her lifetime. . .

      Ah, perhaps it really is just that — maybe she does just have one of those faces. It’s only once the woman salutes that recognition sparks in her gaze; Hana’s mind brings back the image of a torn poster, faded from years of soaking up sunlight. She’d seen it tacked up against the side of a store peeking out from beneath a few other posters, mostly hidden — the only face she could truly make out was that of a saluting woman with a tattoo under her eye.

     A tattoo similar ( identical? ) to the one under the eye of the much older woman before her.

     Hana’s jaw almost drops when her mind fully catches up with the rest of her; she’s quick to salute back. “And I of you!” At least she has the grace to not shout the woman’s identity out loud. She clears her throat — “My friend’s spoken about you a lot, I think what you, um — what you used to do — is super cool.” There comes a brief pause as she recalls something else. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead? That sounds rude, I’m sorry, but I could’ve sworn I remembered Dae-hyun telling me you died.”

[nitewrighter]

how would you feel about writing a spiderbyte mini fic about their first mission together after defecting to overwatch? id love to see more of your take on them!

Vishkar buildings never really looked like they belonged. Too clean, too bright. Like something well-meaning-but-totalitarian aliens dropped out of the sky that could vaporize you if you misstepped within its borders. The Burgas Vishkar development was no different–a near-crystalline looking spire hugging some old docks, clashing against what bits of the city managed to survive the crisis.

A handful of rooftops away from Vishkar’s spire, Sombra breathed in the salty night air as she opened up a purple screen with a wave of her fingers. “Ah…. just like old times, eh Araña? Just you, and me, and a geriatric war criminal pumped full of government steroids.”

Widowmaker huffed and Jack made a scoffing grunt.

“We don’t need a chaperone, you know,” said Widowmaker, glancing sidelong at Jack.

“As much as I would like to not have to spend a night listening to Sombra talk–” Jack started.

“Hey!”

“You’re still being vetted. So you’re both being kept far away from the front lines, and no, you don’t get your guns.”

“What?!” Sombra and Widowmaker said at the same time.

“What is even the point of my being here if I can’t even—” Widowmaker started.

“You’re making us be lookouts,” said Sombra, furrowing her brow.

“Believe me, if I could have your first mission be a dry run, I would. Hell, you two were be lucky to be on the Orca considering Amélie’s state—”

Widowmaker’s eyes narrowed and Jack caught himself.

“But you’re on a real mission. You’re just hanging back for now. We play it slow and we play it safe,” said Jack, before looking at Widowmaker, “I know you want them to pay for what they did to you, I get it. I know you’re both good at what you do because you were both that big of a pain in my ass when you were on Talon’s side. But you also know your standing with this team is tenuous at best. So you need to play nice. Sombra–you’re eyes on the interior. Widow, exterior. We’ll be checking in over comms throughout the mission. Symmetra and Zenyatta are on the orca if you need backup, but you should be far enough from the action for it not to be a necessity.”

One of Symmetra’s teleporter pads opened up next to Jack.

“We’ll be counting on you,” said Jack.

Sombra gave a sarcastic salute before Jack disappeared into the blue light of the teleporter.

“‘Not listen to Sombra talk’ ‘Play nice’–” Sombra mimicked Jack, “Ass. I’m charming.”

“I know,” said Widowmaker.

“I am a delight,” Sombra insisted.

“I know, mon coeur,” said Widowmaker, smiling a little. She sighed and brought her visor down as Sombra brought up several screens of the building’s exterior and interior security feeds. It was a pretty run-of-the-mill infiltration and extraction mission–just snagging some Utopaean building schematics from one of Vishkar’s shell companies. Sombra had told Jack several times that she could slip in and out very easily with her thermoptic cloaking, but that brought up the counter-argument that the team couldn’t keep track of her if she did that, so here she was, pouting and thumbing through screens.

“I feel like an idiot,” muttered Widowmaker, tilting her head and looking at the various perspectives her tactical visor gave her, “No gun…”

“…Do you want a gun?” Sombra tilted her head.

“What sort of question is that?” Widowmaker’s visor clicked up off of her eyes.

“Well I mean….” Sombra gestured, “You’re away from Talon. You don’t… y’know, have to be what Talon made you.”

Widowmaker’s yellow eyes were fixed on her. Sombra had to break her own eyes downward.

“I mean… you’ll always be my Araña no matter what, but you get to figure out who you want to be now,” she said, scratching at her neural implants.

“I don’t have time to learn to be anything else,” muttered Widowmaker, “Talon made a weapon–the best we can do is turn it against them.”

“But what about after?” Sombra brought her eyes up to meet hers again.

“You think there’s an ‘after’ for us?” Widowmaker arched an eyebrow.

“You know me,” said Sombra, enlarging one of her security feeds at the sight of movement in it, “Planning for everything.”

“I wouldn’t think a conspiracy theorist would be such an optimist,” said Widowmaker with a slight smile.

Sombra snorted. “I’m a survivor. I don’t intend on changing that anytime soon. And you can bet whatever I survive, I’m dragging you along with me,” Sombra smiled and dragged one of her windows to the side, apparently rearranging them for easier viewing, but also a bit demonstratively, “From fallout shelter to fallout shelter if I have to.”

Widowmaker smiled at this and brought her visor back down.

“Check in 1, how’s everyone looking?” Jack’s voice sounded over the comms.

Sombra brought up an audio feed screen to keep track of who was talking.

“Orca backup, standing by,” Symmetra’s voice sounded over the comm line.

“Northern infiltration, now making my way through the third floor,” Genji’s voice chimed in.

“South infiltrators confirming rendezvous in 90 seconds,” said Jack, “Surveillance team, how are we looking?”

There was half a beat before Sombra realized Jack was talking to them and clicked into the comm channel.

“Still…. surveilling?” said Sombra.

“How are we looking?” said Jack.

Sombra’s eyes flicked to the screens and Widowmaker tilted her head slightly, both eyeng the interior and exteriors of the building. Thankfully, being only a shell company of Vishkar, this particular spire wasn’t as heavily guarded as the others. Sombra knew she didn’t have to scramble the guard’s GPS coordinates to further keep them away from the team, but tonight she decided she was nice like that.

“Still clear,” said Sombra, her eyes flicking across her screens.

“Good,” said Jack, “Update us if that changes.”

Sombra paused, “I could go in and knock out all of their-”

“We know. Stand by and surveil,” said Jack.

Sombra scoffed.

“Understood,” said Widowmaker as several audio feeds clicked out of the comm channel.

“Look at us,” said Sombra, “Surveillance team.” Sombra frowned and looked at the Vishkar spire. “I know all of Sanjay’s little toys backwards and forwards. I could make this mission much shorter if they just….” she trailed off and huffed.

“I’d feel safer with my rifle, but none of them would. I’ll choose to be flattered in that regard,” said Widowmaker with some resignation.

“We could mess them up,” Sombra said, giving a glance to Widowmaker.

“Mm,” Widowmaker conceded.

“Surveillance team. Lead them in circles and stuff…” Sombra trailed off, feeling the enthusiasm fading out of her voice.

“Except you don’t actually want to do that,” said Widowmaker.

Sombra pursed her lips and crinkled her brow thoughtfully, “I’m used to wanting to do it,” she said, turning her attention back to her screens, “You and Gabe and Akande and Moira… it was fun to run circles around you guys.”

“Gabriel knew,” said Widowmaker.

“Gabe knew,” said Sombra.

“You don’t want to run circles around Overwatch?”

“Never stopped,” said Sombra, before looking back at her screens, “But things are different now.”

“Different how?”

“Still a bigger picture, and, yes, being in Overwatch means we don’t have nearly as many resources as we did with Talon–and of course, we know Overwatch isn’t willing to do what Talon’s willing to do, and we know Talon is very willing to kill us and Overwatch’s sense of protection towards us is dubious at best–wow, I’m depressing myself–”

“Sombra,” Sombra felt a cool hand on her shoulder. Widowmaker’s visor was still down. Sombra wasn’t sure why she kept assuming Widowmaker couldn’t see when it was down when the truth was she was seeing far more with it. Maybe it was the fact that her eyes were covered. But then the visor clicked back off her eyes. Yellow. Unnatural. There were times when Sombra could almost swear she could see tapetum lucidum in Amélie’s eyes like some kind of nocturnal animal. But there was a warmth there. A wary, quiet warmth that always seemed to clear Sombra’s head of all the hundreds of little voices of countless streams of information.

“I….” Sombra huffed, “My point is–maybe it was working with rich assholes like Vialli and Max but… if I’m going to take down a a messed up secret hierarchy, I should probably be… not in the ‘have a lot of money that we got by exploiting people and also we’re gunning down random civilians’ team.” 

“And you threw away everything you had built up with Talon just to save me,” said Widowmaker, “Perhaps you are more like the so-called ‘heroes’ than you think.”

Sombra made a gagging sound “Don’t joke about that stuff,” she said with a snicker.

“You tell me I can’t joke all the time,” said Widowmaker with a smirk. Her smirk shrank a little and she tilted her head. “Hey,” she said quietly, and she brought up her hand. Her thumb only barely grazed against Sombra’s jawline when Sombra leaned in and went on her tiptoes. The screens that framed Sombra phased through her, only light after all. Some text on the screens stretched over Widowmaker’s torso, distorted by the contours of her ribs and waist as Sombra wrapped her arms around her. It was a long, tentative kiss, steadying, and thankfully distracting from the tedium of being lookouts. So naturally it was interrupted.

“Check 2 to Orca and surveillance teams,” Jack’s voice crackled over the comm channels, “Status?”

“Just like old times?” Widowmaker said quietly, her words breaking the kiss apart.

“Same shit, different geriatric war criminal pumped full of government steroids,” said Sombra with a grin.

[shhhrike]

“You look vaguely familiar…”

@mekabound | ice breakers.

         Now, isn’t that something she hasn’t heard in a long, long time? 

        From a world-renowned MEKA icon, no less. Had Overwatch never sank, Ana would bet her last eye that the UN would have jumped at the chance to round up these peace-signing, gum-snapping young talents and throw them out on the frontlines. 

        Children, that’s what they are. Someone’s children, flung out into the fray. 

        Slinging her gun onto her back, Ana turns to the curious bystander and regards her with a grain of amusement. Did this one recognise her weathered face from those old Overwatch posters? Ah, those photoshoots felt like an entire lifetime ago. Just thinking about Jack’s stupid power-poses ( that he took a seminar for, can you believe? ) and Reinhardt’s slicked hair has her grinning.

        “That’s funny, because I don’t remember meeting you. Maybe I just have one of those faces, hm?” And just like she used to do in those ridiculous posters, she salutes. Even the wind lends its hand, gusting her tattered cloak around in a mimicry of that Captain Amari bravado. “Regardless, it’s nice to meet you now, soldier. I’ve heard plenty about you.” 

[jinxedyaart]

   A little too Similar part 4

A/N This is still story building but I got some wips of when they hang out more together I promise!

Leo fixes up their posture, putting up the happy face before starting to guide the group again.  As they continued the tour of the outside building, spewing out facts of certain places they've passed. Arms pointing at different points of interest as they chatted. Passing a few omnics outside the building with relatively normal looking clothing, expect for the guns they carried on their sides. They were outside guards from what it seemed.

   Looping the visitors back inside the building, going back to the main statue again. Leading them down the stairs behind it to the real facility. The little one, once again was looking down at the stairs rather than forward, reaching out for Valen's arm for balance. Which the omnic happily responded in putting his arm out, helping leo walk down them. Gaining a bit of interest from the others as they looked at the captain infront of them. Clearly confused as to why they did that. Before anyone could point out the strange actions, they stopped as they came face to face with the double doors. Valen put his arm down to rush over to them, forcing the doors to open as wide as they could to accommodate the size of the party. As leo fixed their glasses, two other omnics whipped their attention to the sudden movement. Racing over to hold open the doors with their legs, looking down at their captain passing through. Saluting at them as quickly as they could. Both echoing a 'good morning captain.' Leo replied with a simple 'good morning boys' continuing down the room.

    "This is the real facility in which we make and sprouse up our latest equipment. Our best normally hang around their work, only moving around if asked most of the time. Since some of their work gets damaged from the outside gangs while they patrol just outside the umm.. just outside the uh...the uhh.."

  Leo froze up in the spot, whole expression confused as they tried to remember what that word was. Scrunching their small eyebrows, snapping their fingers just in front of their chest as if to force themself to remember. Tipping their head subtly to the left, then shifting it back straight. Mumbling ums and uhs, shifting to Valen who tilted their head to Leo. Mimicking their captain's train of thought.

   "What's the word I'm looking for.. like area but not exactly area.. like the outside of what I protect.."

   They questioned the omnic who also was similarly stumped, being brought out of his train of thought by Winston's voice.

  "The parameter? Is that what you mean?"

  He asks, fixing his glasses as well as his posture. Walking up to the small one infront of them.

    "YES! Ah thanks Winston."

   Leo spun around to face the ape on the other side of them, a grateful smile on their face. Spinning back to lead the party to their facility's conference room.

   Passing some more workers and projects on the way. The group scanned around the large space curiously. Spotting different cliches working around the space. People fixing trucks and cars alike. Omnics and humans alike at a table cleaning up a quick game of cards in a small hidden corner made from the spaces in-between said vehicles. Few of those who worked under Leo turned to the Overwatch group as they passed, smiling at them from where they were. The little one came to a halt, ending up in front of a glass door. Taking out some keys from one of their pants pockets. At first struggling to find the right key. Showing the right one to Valen then promptly putting it inside the door handle, easing the door open. The room was similar to the one the Overwatch company has, just with a bigger table and barely any windows to point outside. In the middle of the room was the same table with holographic abilities, a few differences was it didn't show a globe and it had more compartments hidden just under the screen. Portraying the block they protect instead. The table was slightly covered at one end with drawings while the other was as clean as it could be with some scratches showing signs of frequent use as of recent. Simple office chairs lined the sides of it while the top and bottom end had chairs equivalent to those of top gamers. One a navy blue almost black while the other had a similar shade of money green all over it. Just behind the green chair was a white board with a few times written on it. A schedule on the top left hand side written out in black marker. Next to it was the date and a few magnets holding up a variety of things. Ranging from child like drawings to pictures of a few random people who seemed more akin to possible gangsters. In bold letters was todays date and OVERWATCH COMING in blue marker taking over most of the board. Behind the board was some fake plants, certain leaves had some punctures on it clearly the animals chewed on it. The wall behind the navy blue chair was a few more screens well TVs. Varying in sizes from medium to large, displaying a more recent photo of the siblings as a screen saver. Another screen had 4 animals as the screen saver. 2 large dogs and 2 normal cats. The dogs had their mouths open in a doggy smile while one cat napped and the other sat right in the middle of the dogs as if it was guarded by them. On the right side wall was a single window showing the backyard of the top building. Along with some more photos lined next to it. Looking down next to the same chair were two large pet beds. One purely black on the left and a nice off white covered in different colored furs to the right. Across from it was the open glass door or well the only door to enter and exit from. The wall a cloudy glass to have some privacy from the workers, but who ever entered the room could see clearly out the door.

   "Apologies for the dog beds. I hope you're all not allergic. My dogs tend to stay in here while I'm out and about on business around the block. But they are home at the moment probably whining or messing with the cats."

  Spoken out so nonchalantly as they close the door once they confirmed everyone made it inside the spacious room. Flicking on some more artifical light since the screens did little to illuminate that large room well for a meeting of this nature. They needed to make the right atmosphere for a good sounding meeting and being in a dim room with screens screamed malicious intent.

    Taking their seats besides Leo and Valen who were still standing. Moving to where the navy blue chair was. Pushing it back to grab some papers from a cabinet in the table then pushing the chair to their body to sit down at the table. Valen was still standing right next to said chair, arms crossed out of view. Turning his attention to his captain awaiting the meeting to start.

    Getting comfortable, Leo puts the folder down onto the table. Touching a few holograms to bring up a few more bits of information. Placing their left elbow on the table, holding up their head by their cheek.

    "Now let's officially begin. Formally, I am known as Siren, my code name. My real name is Leo E Varela-Gonzales, the new leader of El Cielo de Puerto Rico. Though many know my eldest brother by his Code name Fuego as the leader. But due to some familial issues he has past on and it befell me to continue this company in his honor. I've been watching the Overwatch company for many years, cheering on from the sidelines. From my younger years to the first and second disbanding. Hearing the controversy of the black watch organization and other things that you have all heard of before I'm sure. Once I've caught wind of Overwatch coming back, I've cultivated as much as I could and messaged you, Winston, once I felt I've had enough to give you."

   They fix up their posture so both elbows rested on the table, linking their fingers together to form a concave plateau which their chin could rest on. Slanting their head noticably with a small smile on their lips. The air changing around them as they did so. A slightly amused yet alluring all at the same time.

   "I offer Armies of men willing to fight for you, Guns and Ammunition for all soldiers, Vehicles which can withstand even the strongest of attacks. More doctors well trained but willing to know more from the ones you have such as Dr Angela. I even offer up my own services and abilities as well, in this fight.. All I ask for in return is equal protection and assistance for what I protect."

   Angela turned to leo in surprise that they also had doctors on hand. Not that she minded training others but it still surprised her. Their dark eyes focused on Winston's face to show their serious of this offer as they finished their proposal. Smile dropping quickly in an effort to physically show it. Never once really turning to the blue eyed doctor to fully gage her expression. Leo knows they are making an offer they can't refuse easily. They know they captured their needs perfectly. Awaiting a rebuttal from the leader across from them. Leering around the room for anyone to answer or to simply affirm, only to have the cowboy enraptured the void's gaze. His brown eyes catching the little one's void like eyes, inhaling the aura in the room.

   "What kinds of abilities do ya have? If ya don mind me askin' Sweetheart."

   He sat back more comfortably with a cocky attitude filling the air around him. Their soft features slowly crinkle up into a smile. A challenge is what he's asking really but Leo knew better than to take up a man with such an attitude just yet. Mei was the first to nod her head in agreement to the cowboy, with the others soon following suit. They were all curious about what else they can tribute physically to the team.

   Leo responded with opening the folder on the table and bringing back a few holographic files as well. Spinning both to better show the group. Sprawling out the paper files on the table so each could take a good look at each one. Opening and closing their thumb and pointer finger to the holographic one to make it bigger for the group as well. A picture was on the top right hand corner of each paper file. Everyone could tell it was an older picture of them in their youth. Their long curly dark brown hair cascaded down their soft oval face. Big glasses held up by an un pierced nostrils, the septum was still there though. Their eyes a warmer tint to it as a small cute smile scrunched up their upper lip into said barbell. The files all had different dates on top the pages. With the paper ones being oldest and holographic ones being the newest iteration.

  "I'm sure you all know the mythical creatures of folklore called sirens. They have the ability to hypnotize any and all who find it attracted to it or even weak minded people who desire an alluring creature for more promiscuous things. Their sharp claws and assassin like reflexes are also another thing they've been told to have. I however have the same singing ability and claws which the same rules apply although I am unable to shape-shift nor control water. My nails can grow out or unsheath like a cat in a way. I can also control the frequency of my voice with the newer modifications that my doctor has made on my vocal cords. All here in these specific files about myself. My skills are best suited for undercover jobs which Intel is obtained or possible crowd control if the event ever arises. However I am more of a glass cannon when it comes to hand to hand combat. I have the ability to send out kicks with full force but after a few punchs from the enemy I'm out of the fight. So I do use more back handed um.. tactics to tilt the fight in my favor. Street rules as my brothers and I liked to call it."

   They move to grab another holographic file, a more indepth version of what their powers can do. All their training and even all modifications of their body as well can be read on the large file. Some even had a few doctor notes at the bottom which caught Angela's eyes. These were newer and clearly more experimental if anything. That's what truly caught the doctor's attention. Shifting her eyes back up as they noticed a small blur of movement to the side Leo's body. Seeing they were pointing with their full arm to Valen, who didn't seem to care much.

   "Valen here is like my amplifier which helps me reach more people if I need an entire group to hypnotize or make dormit. But if you require my services for specific jobs then he will have to stay and watch over this place in my absence. Lucio might be a good substitute if the situation calls for it."

   Winston grabs a few paper files, skimming the lines of each one. Even angela takes one as she would be the head doctor to assure the modifications wouldn't be malfunctioning. She read over the doctors notes first, her face slowly going back to the little one then back down. Leo pauses to allow everyone to fully read the files, fixing up her right elbow to the table to hold her head from her cheek. She holds onto the paper with a slight worry, turning to her leader then back at the little one. Once Winston had his full of information, he puts down the files one by one. Looking at the holographic one last, stretching out his hand with a small 'may i?'. Hearing a small 'of course' from Leo. Giving him the holograph with a small smile.

   "How do you have all of these things in just a few years?"

   The mammal questioned, voice laced with both worry but also conviction as he passed his eyes over it. Clearly he was worried this was from underground means. The question doesn't throw them off instead they looked more used to being asked it rather than afraid of answering it.

    "Some were given to us from the blocks older gangsters which knew my brother in his um.. his wilder days, if i must say. Some are from government officials who live in the area as well who gave us better connections. They also helped with certain, more powerfull equipment. Hell, even the guards who protect the outside of this very building are old gangsters who met my eldest brother when he was 20 years of age. These people watched my growth and respect me enough to put a few cents into the cause. So some are from more older questionable means but the rest are given to us from the same government that assisted you back in the day. So dont think its all bad news or something along those lines, please.."

   They reiterated back to him. Flicking up a few glass chips on the table's screen protector with the tip of their thumb nail. Valen smacked their hand softly to stop them from messing the screen more infront of company. He found it rude to do that in front of others in this building no less. The tone they spoke with filled the others with a slight calm. Shifting their small body against the chair, pushing themself into the back of it. Kicking up their legs over their chest in retaliation of Valen's hand smack. The small sound produced from it grab the attention of the others, all whipping their head to the proximity of it. Seeing Leo making themself more comfortable in the chair, rocking back in forth just subtly. Rubbing the new reddening part of their back hand from the smack.

   "Like I said beforehand, I've spent the past 4 or so years cultivating as much as I could from those who are willing, to even have a good offer for you. While this company has been under my care, I've made sure that people didn't have anything against me to use against you in the upcoming battle."

    They backed their body away from their table, linking their hands in front of their legs. Perching their cheek on their right knee, closing one eye before yawning a bit. Opening their eye again to do a half lidded stare across the room at Winston. Not noticing the ninja slowly growing worry as they moved.

   "I ain't no black watch, i'll tell you that. The record for this place is as squeaky clean as it can be. We are very open armed to any and all that need us. We feed the people here with home cooked meals. Children run around the streets woth no fear of dying anymore. I personally don't want overwatch to be in a fight without a few allies. And I'm trying to make sure you're all aware I have many helpful allies I can give you, as long as you're willing to protect my things in return. I'm not asking for a pardon nor am I asking for potential hush money or secret deals. I wanna help the same people who helped many other families in the omnic crisis. This time, we wanna help you in return. A form of payment to you for protecting us."

    Their head lifts just a tad off their knees, a lazy smile on their lips. Eyes a dull shining black as they buzzed around the room to each face. Stopping at Winston's form getting up from the table. Making Leo nervous that they may have done something wrong. As they even begin to spew out apologies, The large mammal smiles.

   "I'm glad we had this meeting with you then. You sure know how to talk you're way into things haha! I was at first nervous about this and I'm sure everyone one was."

  He opens his arms to motion his side of the room. Angela stands up with Winston, nodding her head then the others follow suit. Genji was at first nervous but stood when Angela's hand touched his shoulder armor. She begins with a happy tinge to her voice. He stood up looking at Leo's expression. Clearly they too were nervous from the sudden motion everyone took.

   "We welcome you to Overwatch, Captain!"

   As Angela spoke, Winston moves towards Leo, extending his hand for a handshake. His face a full friendly smile. Cautiously getting out of their chair, they scanned the room again. The air felt exciting, it shook them to their core. They did it! They finally are moving their dream along! Overwatch now had an agreement for their company. As they stood up, they smiled  gleefully at Winston. Zipping over to take his large hand into theirs. Cupping one hand over his and shaking it firmly. A soft shriek leaving their throat.

    "I'm glad we both came to an understanding! I won't let you down, I'm sure of it!"

   The group chuckles a bit from their response. They giggle nervously as the group did. Pausing the shaking to look up at Valen who handed Winston a card.

    "This is our card with many different ways to contact both Leo and me if you can't reach them. So please keep in touch with us. Or maybe we could set up an appointment to see the overwatch base."

The pair nod to each other then to the others in the room. This would be a great help moving forward. For both parties and both know it.

As the meeting sadly came to an end, Overwatch had to go back to their base to continue fixing up some more. And with the few gifts in hand from Leo, they'll be well prepared for it. Bits of strong metal and some blue prints they had for modifications of their own vehicles were the gifts given to them. Winston held onto the metal carefully, not wanting to hit anyone with it on the way to the jet. Leo, of course, walked them back out to the jet, staying at the door, not wanting to get too close to the jet. shaking hands with a few people. Winston got yet another handshake,and so did Angela, Mei, Lucio and lastly Cole. He tipped his head down and winked at the little one with a smile. Genji and Lena being the only two whom didn't get a handshake. Lena was already in the pilot seat waving happily as she got her gear on, meanwhile genji held onto the blue prints and stayed a bit closer to the jet waiting for both Angela and Cole to board first. His gaze falling to their body language. He could tell they werent used to getting up early with how much fatigue was written all over them. Nodding his head down to Leo as a goodbye as he finished scanning them.

"We can't wait to host ya in our point Lil Missy. Maybe we can put those skills of yours to the test.. I'd certainly enjoy seeing what you could do."

Cole spoke smugly as he walked backwards to the jet, nearly bumping into genji who was awaiting his friend to finish his "flirting". Scoffing at the man's attempts. He was cocky with how he flirted with them. He was toying and genji knew it. He was then slightly shocked by the reply Cole managed to get from Leo.

"Oh I'm sure you'd enjoy seeing what I could do Lil Cowboy. Who knows maybe I'll surprise you. You'd definitely enjoy that."

They laugh a bit in their response. Both men were taken aback from the firey response Cole managed to get. Leo shifts their weight a bit, blowing a kiss to Cole before laughing even more at the cowboy's open mouth. Now it was Genji's turn to laugh a bit, as he turned to his friend's face who couldnt recover quickly from shock. This is going to be fun for him and they both know it. Someone whose willing to playfully flirt back to Cole with no hesitation.. genji wasn't gonna hear the end of it.

[fallenqueen2]

Deals + Demon [Macgyver]

Jack is hurt and alone with no hope of survival until a black-eyed demon offers him a way out.

Prompt: Making a deal with a demon

Part 2 of Love + Angst

Jack was unbearably hot, he was always hot in this godforsaken desert but this heat was different. This heat was emitting mainly from the large gash on his right thigh, he had a strip of his shirt tied around it to stop the bleeding but the infection had set in already.

Jack let his head loll against the stone of the cave he had found shelter in the previous day. His team had been ambushed, they had all been basically slaughtered, Jack had tried to save his EOD tech but a bullet to the head wasn’t something you could come back from. Jack had managed to get away with scrapes, cuts and a large gash on his thigh, he was dizzy with blood loss when he stumbled upon the cave and he had hidden there.

Jack closed his eyes tightly as he heard gunshots in the distance, he didn’t know if it was his people or the enemy. In this state, he didn’t have many options on what to do if he wanted to survive.

“Well this looks pretty desolate,” A male voice rang out in the cave and Jack jolted back into awareness, hand flying down to his hip where his gun was located. Jack blinked slowly at the lean blond man who was leaning on the wall across from him; he was wearing dusty jeans shoved into boots. He had a plain shirt under a worn brown leather jacket; the blond was twisting and pulling at a paperclip as he stared at Jack.

“Who the hell are you?” Jack snapped, his vision starting to go grey at the corners.

“Someone who can help you, if you want me to that is.” The blond pushed off the wall and walked over to Jack, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked down at the injured soldier.

“Help me how?” Jack asked, not relaxing his hold on his gun as he stared up at the blond who was rather pretty actually.

“Just make a little deal with me,” The blond tilted his head, lips turning up into a predatory smile and a gasp slipped from Jack’s lips when the blond’s eyes went pitch-black.

“You’re a…” Jack said in shock, he had heard the myths but he never expected to be faced with one in real life.

“A demon, but I can save your life, Jack.” The blond demon knelt down allowing Jack to see him more clearly and see his face reflected in those black as night eyes.

“What do you want in return?” Jack knew nothing came for free with a demon.

“I want a partner, I’ve been alone for a long time now and I’m lonely. I won’t turn you into a demon or anything like that don’t worry, just some companionship.” The blond explained, suddenly looking like a kicked puppy and Jack had a need to gather the blond into a hug, but everything hurt too much right now.

“Companionship huh? I can do that,” Jack decided and a smile appeared on the blond’s face, it was soft and relieved making Jack smile as well.

“A deal is made then,” The blond leaned forward, cupping Jack’s chin as the demon pressed their lips together in a kiss. Jack moaned against the soft and warm lips, he felt like he was melting into the demon and it was by far the best, most nerve-exploding kiss he had ever had.

“I’ll see you soon Jack,” The demon whispered when their kiss broke and Jack was lost to darkness.    

~~/~~

Jack looked around the room his commander had told him to wait in. It had been a month since that night in the cave and his kiss with that pretty, blond demon.

“Dalton, good to see you back on your feet.” Commander Brighton said as he entered the room, Jack snapping off a salute on reflex.

“Thank you, Sir,” Jack said and relaxed into the at ease position when Brighton waved his hand dismissively.

“You’re back on active duty as an Overwatch again and I have your new EOD tech here for you to meet.” Brighton opened the door again and Jack felt his heart jump into his throat as a familiar blond stepped into the room, clad in an army uniform.

“Angus MacGyver, nice to meet you.” The demon smiled at Jack who had gone frozen.

“Get to know each other, your first mission is in two hours,” Brighton ordered and both men saluted the Commander as he left.

“What are you doing here?” Jack snapped, taken aback.

“We made a deal Jack and I’ll have you know I was an EOD tech before I became well a demon, so I have all the proper training,” MacGyver said smugly.

“You wanted companionship and so you signed up for the army?” Jack asked looking at him like he was insane, but well he was a demon.

“You’re here so where else would I be?” MacGyver asked looking at Jack like he was the insane one.

“So Jack, let’s get to know each other.” MacGyver smiled, leaning forward and eyes flashing black and Jack felt himself smiling in return.

[formerlyrunephoenix6769]

A Heroes Welcome.

Summary.

Who is there after the bullets have stopped and the cameras are no longer rolling? 

Companion piece to Shattered. Occurs before the events of Reflections.

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She’s the poster child for Overwatch, just about everyone knows her name or her face. Over the years, public opinion had slowly turned against the organisation, giving way to protests that on occasion had turned violent and eventually the PETRAS act. It had been a few years, give or take a few months since the fateful day Watchpoint Switzerland had been reduced to a crater. Since then new information had come to light about corruption and the legacy Overwatch had left behind was far from unsullied. For days headlines dominated the big screens in Piccadily Circus, now it had given way to holopad news sites on the subway, people often discussing, over coffee or on their daily commute, some new thing Overwatch had done or one of the agents had said. Others sat in pubs watching the wide screen telly, vocally passing harsh judgements and nasty comments, much like they had done when Dr Angela Zieglar, ashen faced and with black circles under her eyes from exhaustion, as the most senior living member of the team, had been forced to give evidence in a tribunal about Overwatch’s dealings, televised from The Hague. Now the ex-Overwatch agents were scattered all over the world. Some had taken strides to move forward, to attempt to rid themselves of Overwatch’s far reaching shadows. Others, such as Winston and Lena, had not been so lucky. Being the name and face of the once respected peace keeping force, had its draw backs. .

One such day, Tracer and her girlfriend, Emily are nestled in a high backed booth at the King's Head trying to have a spot of lunch and a pint. A group of drunken punters, in football jerseys were waiting for the match to start, only for a fresh news bulletin to come through, the sombre BBC news anchor and a political 'expert' are debating whether oversight of Overwatch should have happened sooner. A collective groan rings out and the group began to rowdily debate how useless or oppressive they had been. The war is over, don't you know? They are a relic of an old time, who did they think they were pontificating about right and wrong when all along they had been corrupt to the very core?

The footage of Numbani plays over, of Tracer flickering in and out of existence.

A guy barks with laughter, not knowing that within ear shot sits Overwatch's chipper mascot.

"The silly cunt got what she deserved!"

The barman's eyes dart over to land on Emily.

"Leave it out, Trevor."

One bloke fakes a high pitched girly scream, whilst another attempts a roar beating his chest like King Kong.

"I bet you, she fucks the gorilla."

"That's enough!" The barman shouts, his eyes once more flickering in Emily's direction. "I wont have that sort of talk in here. It's a family establishment."

Tracer’s knife and fork hovers in mid-air at their cruel words, they don't know or maybe they just don't care that good agents risked their lives for the peace they take for granted and that some of those agents didn’t return. And as her cutlery hovers, her face falters a little. Emily reaches out, with a soft hand on Lena's trembling one.

“Dont listen to them.”

Tracer flashes a weak smile, nodding,

“I know, I shouldn’t." Carefully placing her knife and fork on her makeshift napkin, she slides out of the booth. "...... I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

In the bathroom, she splashes water on her face and tries to dab it dry with a paper towel, her gaze lands on newspaper and magazine cut outs, stuck to the wall, of her and her team mates with lewd comments attached, or defaced with devils horns, eyeballs scratched out and bulls-eyes over their foreheads.

“Whore!” ‘Death to Ow!’

It takes all her strength not to cry on her way back to the booth. She tells Emily about the graffiti, who tries to make her laugh by showing her one she found on the subway of a flying overlord Mercy, with ridiculously large knockers, shooting lasers out of her eyes, incinerating teeny tiny stick figures who were gripped in chaotic panic.

“I’m going to send it to her.”

Lena giggles,

“You would never!”

“I’mma gonna do it.” Emily playfully threatens.. Pressing the button, she proudly grins. “Sent!”

Slipping the phone in her pocket, they prepare to leave. Emily goes to pay the check and the group of punters are still griping about Overwatch except this time their conversation has taken on a blue hue, discussing loudly who they would and wouldn't fuck. As Emily accepts her change from the server, she sees Lena waiting by the side door, cheeks aflame, her head hunkered down into her shoulders like a turtle in an attempt to make her already tinyself as small as possible.

This woman, who was sweet and kind and goofy, this woman who didn’t think twice about throwing on her jacket and guns the first second she heard on the police band radio that people might be in trouble. Who wouldn’t think for a second not to blink through a burning building. Who wilfully stopped muggers on the street and believed that there was good inside people, even if it needed a little coaxing. This woman couldn’t sit down in the home city she had saved on numerous occasions, to a nice plate of fish and chips in peace?

Collecting her change, she walked past the punters only to hear one of them loudly exclaim,

“I’d bend that Tracer over, and I’d Slipstream something into her.” The rest of the group broke into gales of laughter as he gestured with a thrust of his hips

Incensed, Emily whirled round, only for Lena to grab and gently tug her sleeve,

“It’s alright, Em....”

“But, Lena.. It’s not.”

“Leave it off... No point making a fuss. Just a bunch of lads having a laugh. No harm done, eh?” Once again she flashed that altogether too bright and brittle smile..”It’s part of the job, innit? Being famous an all that!” She gave a toss of her head in an attempt to dislodge a lock of hair out of her face.” I’m used to it.”

At that, something inside Emily broke.

“Lets go home.”

As they stepped out onto the overcast streets of London, she slipped her arm through Lena’s in a bid to get closer and glean some of her warmth. Maybe it was the chronal accelerator or maybe it was just Lena, but she somehow always seemed toasty, and Emily was often left wondering how the ex-pilot could run about in leggings and a blue zip up hoodie. Lena walked with her hands shoved in her pockets, and her head bowed in her blue hood. As they meandered down the street, Emily’s phone pinged. Fishing it out of her pocket, she quickly swiped right, reading the message she giggled, bringing Lena out of her morose mood,

“What?”

“It’s Angela.”

Lena’s eyes lit up slightly,

“Lemme have a look.”

It was a photo of a disapproving Angela, a goofy Fareeha, bent double, laughing in the background with the caption.

‘I know at least 6 ways to kill a man, undetected. They won’t find your body for days.’

As if sent by vengeful gods, the heavens burst, huge globular raindrops battering the pavement, the sort that if one hit you it would drench you to your skin. With a squeal, the two girls dashed to a nearby doorway, taking refuge in the wide awning of what used to be a bank. A small girl clutching her mother’s hand, blinked and gasped. Her eyes going wide at the sight of Tracer.

“Mummy!” The little girl excitedly tugged on her mother’s hand. “Mummy, look!”

The mother distractedly engrossed in her phone, replied,

“What is it darling?”

“Mummy, look it’s Tracer!”

“Dont be silly dear”

“It is!” The little girl pulled a little harder.

The mother looking up from her phone, glanced at Emily and Lena before doing a double take.

“Cheers love,” Tracer saluted cheerfully, “The cavalry’s here.”

The little girl squealed in delight, vibrating, like she had her own mini chronal accelerator. Lena crouched down so they could both be eye height,

“What’s you name?”

“Poppy.”

“That’s a really pretty name. And what do you want to be when you grow up.”

“Just like you.” She grinned a gap toothed smile. “Mummy can we have a picture?”

“No, dont bother the lady.”

Looking up from her crouched position, Lena smiled,

“It’s no trouble at all.”

Pulling her daughter a little closer, the mother tersely replied,

“I’d rather not.”

“But Mummy!” Came the high pitched, upset whine.

Lena turned her attention back to the little girl. Straightening her lapels, she said in mock seriousness,

“Dont ever forget, the world could always use more heroes.”

She winked.

The little girl puffed out her little chest, nodding, attempting a little salute of her own.

“Come along Poppy.”

“But Mummy!” The little girl began to protest.

“Be a good girl, Poppy," Lena encouraged in her bright cockney accent, "And listen to your Mum, kay!”

The mother began down the street while the small girl reluctantly followed, waving goodbye enthusiastically to Lena, who returned the gesture. She remained crouched down, in the darkening early winter evening, on the grey busy streets of London, head bowed. Emily reached out a hand to rub her back, when Lena whipped round in a flurry,clinging to Emily for dear life, body racking with sobs. Wrapping her arms around her, she pulled Lena in close as she could, rubbing soothing patterns on her back.

“Oh Lena.” she sadly murmured.

She held her, in that doorway, in a city that wouldn’t be standing if not for Overwatch’s intervention.

“I’m sorry, Em.” Lena pulled back wiping furiously at her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie, “It’s just....”

Emily held her close, one hand stroking Lena’s cheek,

“Shush, it’s ok. I know. I know.”

“It’s just...” Lena started, before trailing off. “I...”

Emily took in the crestfallen look, her red rimmed, big brown eyes. Lena sucked in a sniff. Emily pressed a gentle, chaste kiss against her lips.

“It’s ok.”

She pulled her back into a hug, one hand cradling the back of Lena’s head as she sank back into her, hiding her face in the crook of Emily’s neck and green scarf. She held her, in that city bustling with people who had no idea of the sacrifice the woman in her arms had given so freely and with little expectation of anything in return. The two of them in their own personal bubble as the oblivious and often callous world continued around them.

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[allspark]

Cheers, love! The time manipulating speedster frontwoman of Blizzard Entertainment’s Overwatch has arrived in the first wave of Hasbro’s new six inch line of action figures, and now she’s blinking into the Allspark Studio!

Overwatch Ultimates Tracer

To tell you the truth, I couldn’t tell you the last time I played Overwatch. While I was really big into the game when it launched, I think I can comfortably say my time with it is over. However, I think it speaks volumes about Blizzard Entertainment’s skill with crafting fun, enjoyable characters that I still found myself extremely intrigued by the proposition of Hasbro starting a new line of six inch action figures based off of the game. Though Max Factory over in Japan has already put out a handful of similarly scaled Overwatch action figures as part of their Figma line, the pricey nature of those figures for a game I’m no longer super passionate about gave me pause.

  While my tastes in non-converting action figures do typically skew more towards the Figmas and Figuarts of the world, I was still very much interested in seeing what Hasbro could do with the license. Despite my reservations based on past experiences with Marvel Legends and Star Wars Black Series, I’m very happy to report Tracer has been an extremely pleasant surprise for me!

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To give a small peak behind the curtain, I didn’t know I’d be writing a review of this figure when I purchased it. What this unfortunately means is that I didn’t know to save the packaging for photography. While I can’t illustrate this for you, I will assure you that the Overwatch Ultimates line has extremely striking packaging! A clean, white box with a matte finish features very bold strips of color on the sides, plus some very nice illustrations of the character on the front.

  What’s a little less cool in the case of Tracer, however, is that once you open her up, there is a whole lot of empty space in that tray she comes packaged in. She’s part of the same single packed, $20 range of Ultimates figures that also include bulkier characters like Lucio and Reaper, who I presume fill out those trays a bit more, so it’s not necessarily her fault that she and her accessories are on the smaller side. Still, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit shocked when I saw just how much empty space was in her box.

Speaking of accessories, with Tracer you get her two submachine gun pistols, effect parts that give the effect of shooting them, two alternate right hands, and the time bomb she uses for her in-game ultimate. That last one is a bit sneaky, as it comes attached to her back in-package rather than laid out in the tray, so be on the look out!

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The submachine guns are very nicely detailed for their small size, as is the time bomb for that matter. While they are easy enough to fit into Tracer’s default, gun-hold-y hands, the actual grip she has on them can feel just a bit loose. Not so loose that you can’t trust that she’ll be able to hold onto them if she’s posed on your shelf, but there’s a good chance they’ll slip out or at least turn sideways if you’re changing her poses while they’re in her hands. The effect parts are similarly reliably able to stay plugged in while Tracer holds a pose, but anything more than slight jostling is likely to knock them off. By looking inside them, it seems clear that there’s very much an intended top and bottom that the muzzle flashes are supposed to plug onto the guns, but it’s a bit difficult to tell what that way is and, in my experience, they feel the same whether they’re upside down or rightside up.

  For her handswaps, Tracer has an open palmed waving hand and a little two finger salute hand, both of which are for her right hand. The hands all plug in nice and solidly and feature a wrist joint. It is kind of a shame that she doesn’t feature any alternate left hands and, as far as I can tell, I don’t believe her left hand is even removable. While the included two hands are nice, it’s a slight shame that she didn’t come with at least an open palmed left hand as well.

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When it comes to her detailing and paint work, Hasbro did a good job of picking out all of the most important notes of her character design, making sure they got the attention they needed. Her shoulders feature nice and clear tampographs of the British flag on the right and a flight patch from her piloting days on her left. Her eyes are very nice and crisply painted on beneath her (non-removable) clear yellow goggles as well as some amazingly cleanly applied pink paint on her lips. The timey-wimey, sci-fi glow of her chronal accelerator harness is picked out in an eye catching electric blue, though unfortunately only on her chest. The back part features no such blue paint, though it is still picked out in a nice, bright white and silver. Tracer’s tights feature an amazing yellow-to-orange gradient, along with another tampograph of her own name that she has written on her left thigh for some reason and grey mesh running down the sides her thigh and calf. The gradient really is something to see, though, and helps give the figure a premium feel.

  Unfortunately, there are noticeable amount of smaller details, like the belts that run under her arms and fasteners/buckles that are molded but unpainted. Her unpainted gauntlets also seem a little under-detailed compared to the in-game model. A very slight blackwash or even just a bit of panel lining would’ve really helped them pop a little more, I feel. Some paint, like the aforementioned electric blue, is a bit messily applied on my copy, though it’s only really noticeable on close inspection. There is one very egregious paint flaw on my copy though, as underneath her time bomb there is a gigantic splotch of white paint on her brown jacket. While this is thankfully hidden just by virtue of being on her back and almost being completely covered up by the bomb, it’s still not an insignificant paint error.

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When it comes to articulation, I found Tracer to be better than expected, but still very limited in some ways. Chief among those limitations was, out of the box, my Tracer’s top right knee joint was completely stuck. Stuck in such a way that I feared trying to use force on it would cause it to break. Thankfully though, I was able to remedy this by sticking her in a plastic bag and then dipping her legs in hot water for a minute or two, which loosened her knee up good. With that fixed, Tracer’s legs are remarkably posable! She’s able to assume the kind of nimble poses you’d want her to be able to pull off. In addition to thigh swivels, her knees can bend just as far back as a human knee can without looking too freaky, and her legs can spread for almost full Van Damme level splits. While her legs can move forward decently high, she lacks pretty much any sort of backwards leg movement.

  Unfortunately, as you move further up, Tracer’s articulation starts to get less impressive. While she does have an ab crunch and a balljointed upper body, her bulky gauntlets mean she has practically no elbows articulation beyond pointing down or sitting at a near 90 degree angle, though they can swivel right or left. Additionally, while her shoulders can move back and forth just fine, they have next to no outward or inward movement. While not nearly as limited as her arms, the high collar of her bomber jacket does slightly get in the way of her otherwise quite good head articulation.

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All in all, despite my not particularly high opinions of Hasbro’s previous 6″ scale offerings and some stumblings with her, I’ve ended up being rather taken by Tracer. Giving her a once over after taking her from the box, I wasn’t too sure, but as time went on (and bad knee joints were fixed) I found myself warming up to her more and more. Honestly I think she might be the best experience I’ve had with any of Hasbro’s six inch figures. From what I can tell, they’re really stepping up their game for Ultimates, and I’m excited to see what they can do with it from here. If you’re willing to perhaps risk some slightly spotty QC, I think you’ll really find a lot to love with Tracer.

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Overwatch Ultimates Tracer Gallery and Review! Cheers, love! The time manipulating speedster frontwoman of Blizzard Entertainment's Overwatch has arrived in the first wave of Hasbro's new six inch line of action figures, and now she's blinking into the Allspark Studio!

[runephoenix6769]

Shattered! Part 2

     (Second instalment.  Widowmaker Tracer fic. Lena is not overly friendly at first.  Will be a collection of one shots gathered together. Multiple POV’s.

Will be edited over time before maybe loading on ao3 and ff)

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                                                    ‘Shattered!’

(Part 2. )

 When a call for help had reached Overwatch via ancient back channels Winston had long thought defunct, the Senior officers had cloistered themselves in the main office.

Tracer scuffing the tips of her toes underneath her chair observed the various other members of the team that had gathered for the last hour in the nearby cafeteria, each pretending like they weren’t waiting to find out why the sudden clandestine meeting had been called.  McCree lounged on the battered sofa, arms casually crossed and his perpetually dusty cowboy boots propped on a nearby chair. Genji, head bowed concentrating on sharpening his sword as D-Va tapped away furiously on her hand held console, the cable of her earphones unconnected and dangling uselessly.  Everyone refused to acknowledge each other as view-able through the sheet glass wall behind them, the body language of a heated argument played out.  

The palpable silence was suddenly broken as Fareeha, features contorted in rage, exited the room, slamming the door with a bang leaving a string of expletives in a mixture of English and Arabic in her wake as she stormed down the corridor back into the depths of the compound.  The sound of whet stone on tempered steel stopped, D-Va immediately collected her things, scuttling in the opposite direction of the irate soldier.

“Wonder what that was about?” Tracer asked in a bid to break the tension.

McCree peered at her from under the wide brim of his cowboy hat, the cigar caught between his lips momentarily pausing before it continued to roll on its journey to the other side of his mouth. He gave the young agent a non- committal shrug.

The Senior officers began to filter out of the room, each going in their own direction. Morrison leaned through the door into the corridor,

“Oxton!” He barked, causing Lena to flinch in her seat,

“Cap?”

“With Angela and Fareeha. Now!”  The grizzled super soldier’s gaze briefly paused on the battered cowboy before growling, almost as an afterthought, “Take Genji with you.”

Jumping out of her chair, the Londoner snapped off a salute,

“Yes, Sir!”

Genji sheathed his sword, slowly unfurling as he muttered in his soft voice,

“I would only be happy to assist.”

  The small hovercraft landed in the wide plaza of what had once been an Omenic housing facility. Now it had given way to a decrepit slum. Peering out of the window into the darkest recesses of the square, Lena could make out humans and Omenic alike huddled round burning oil barrels in an attempt to stave off the savage winter that had gripped Europe in its unforgiving clutches. Testing the straps of her chronal accelerator and checking her pistols for the second time, Tracer enquired,

“What are we doing here?”

Fareeha grunted in reply as she tightened her flak jacket over her solid athletic frame and slid a knife into its holster.  Head bowed and continuing to go through her away mission med kit, Angela answered,

“We have been asked to assist in securing a Talon operative.”

“Who?”

“We don’t know.”

The Egyptian solider ripped open the armoury locker,

“I want it stated for the record, I did not agree to this.”

“Fareeha!”  Mercy began softly.

Fareeha forcefully cut her off, shaking her head as she selected a pulse pistol and a number of flash grenades.  “Don’t Angela. Just don’t!”

In an attempt to avoid the brewing argument, Lena once more tried to glean any information on the forth coming mission,

“What is the back up from the local authorities? Police? ” No, she thought, by the looks of this place local police wouldn't frequent here unless forced, “Private security?”

Fareeha unceremoniously shoved the pistol in her gun holster,

“You are the backup!”

Lena blinked in surprise, exclaiming,

“What?”  Looking between all three of her team mates she took a moment before continuing, “Wait a sodding minute,” She gestured with her hands for emphasis, “Is this even sanctioned?”

The Egyptian soldier cocked her head slightly and quirked her eyebrows as the medic remained mute avoiding eye contact. Tracer began to pace along the galley, shaking her head before whirling round,

“Let me get this straight.” She stabbed the palm of her left hand with her finger, “We are here in a civilian hub to retrieve a Talon operative! ” Her voice angrily raised an octave, “Completely unsanctioned?”

Silence was her reply. Cupping her nose and her mouth in her hands, Lena took a deep breath attempting to stem the bubbling anger.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” She screamed,“Isnt this what got us into trouble in the first place, under cover ops?”

“Exactly my point” The brawny woman replied.

Lena rubbed her face with her hands, sinking into her seat. What was Morrison thinking, sending them in here without authority to apprehend who knows what?

“At least tell me the intel is solid!”

Angela’s eyebrows knitted together as she zipped up her bag, a steely edge to her voice,

“Winston assured us that it came from a reputable source.”

Genji sagely stated,

“There is no such thing as a reputable source where Talon is concerned.”

The Swiss Doctor suddenly snapped in frustration,

“Would you all kindly shut up!” She haughtily pulled on the lapels of her medical jacket “Let’s focus on the objective we came here to do!”

Bristling Fareeha turned about, hand slamming the button for the bay doors to open.

“Genji, reconnoitre the surroundings, eliminate all and any threats.” The cyborg ninja swiftly took off, disappearing under the weak street lights into the shadows.  The lieutenant motioned to Tracer, “You take point, Dr Ziegler in the middle and I’ll bring up the rear.”

They moved as a well-oiled unit, ignoring the suspicious stares from the residents they passed. They must have looked out of place in this ramshackle high rise, Fareeha in her imposing black combat gear, Lena in her unmarked blue Overwatch uniform and Angela, a large medical bag embossed with a Red Cross and Caduceus symbol slung over her shoulder.  

Concentrating on the mission at hand, they cautiously made their way down a paint peeled hallway, checking every flickering digital number projected from over the doors. The whole place smelt of stale smoke and boiled cabbage over laying others it didn’t bear thinking about. Somewhere a child gave a colically cry.

From behind every door came the sounds of people eking through on the fringes of life, only the poorest of the poor, the forgotten and those that didn’t wish to be found lived here. It reminded Lena of the old high rises that once over had dotted the London skyline.  In his last days, her grandfather had lived in one of them, his RAF pension just about covering the basics as rent prices had sky rocketed along with pound signs in the eyes of the slum lords. It had been a sad end for a life lived with honour in service of his country.

How in this modern day with all of the world’s new technology and wealth could people still be living like this?  It rankled the young agent’s already fragile nerves.

Stepping over the prone form of a passed out man, Lena whispered,

“What number was it again?”

Bending to check the vitals of the misfortune, Mercy replied,

“215.”

“Righty o, see you in a jiffy.” She blinked forward, Fareeha’s warning falling on deaf ears.

Speeding up small flights of stairs and past mismatched doors, she caught the numbers 210, 211, 212 213 214 216 217, before screeching to a halt. Retracing her steps, she crouched low her pistols in hand as she once again checked, her eyes alighting on the numbers 521 sporadically flickering in no discernible pattern over a non-descript brown door.  Light of foot she crept closer checking her surroundings as she reached out with one leather clad hand to warily test the digital keypad only to find it locked shut. She didn’t have long to wait before she was joined by the other two operatives.

Mercy stood back, as the ex-Helix security lieutenant attached a small EMP to the keypad, mutely signing the plan, Tracer nodded in understanding,  her muscles bunched and heart thundering in her chest. Fareeha pressed the button sending a small charge into the lock which fizzled and sputtered before clicking undone.  Hoping for the element of surprise, the young woman bounded into the apartment pistols raised, closely followed by her teammate. Both women gasped for air and immediately regretted it as the sour stench assaulted their nostrils causing their to eyes water. As they moved further into the apartment, clearing it room by room, the smell became overpowering. 

The muffled sound of a shower running caught the ex-pilots attention.

Tracer cocked her head, motioning for the other soldier to follow as she made her way down the hallway towards the noise. A sickly glow reflected off the water pooling against the bowed carpet runner separating the bathroom from the hallway. Cautiously they approached, carpet squelching underfoot as they crept closer. The sound of water drumming a staccato on plastic rang out, no other sounds giving any indication of any occupation.

With Fareeha on the left and Tracer on the right of the doorway, they exchanged a look. Lena nodded to indicate she was ready. Fareeha crouched, back against the wall as she reached out with two fingers pushing the unresisting door open and in one smooth movement Tracer crowded in.

Aghast at the site that greeted her, Lena pin wheeled, her shoes slipping on slick tiles as she tried to retreat, catching Fareeha’s surprised gasp of “Allah be merciful!”  before the world took on a blue hue, all movements outside of the slipstream turning to treacle. The ex-pilot passed Fareeha, witnessed the good Doctor entering the apartment and she was pretty sure she saw the back of her own head before hurtling, pale faced into a rickity chair,

From down the hall, she heard Fareeha’s surprise gasp repeated 

“Allah be merciful!”

“Don’t!” Lena cried out.

Alarmed, Angela demanded,

“What’s wrong?”

And for the first time the ever talkative Lena couldn’t find her words.

“Lena!” the Doctor touched her shoulders, “Are you ok? Is Fareeha ok?”

Haunted brown eyes looked out of ghost white cheeks as she stammered,

“Bloody hell Ange!” A shaky breathe escaping, “Bloody hell!”

Leaving the young agent alone, Dr Ziegler went to investigate only to rush back, ashen faced to collect her medical supplies. 

[razmahdaz-art]

A Second Chance For More. Chapter 6

Chapter 6 is finally here! It’s long as hecc! But it’s probably my favourite chapter so far, so Enjoy ye cowards!

The following weeks went by fairly quick. Hanzo and Jesse didn’t go out of their way to talk, but the tension was definitely lifted between the two. And Genji noticed. His brother returned to their usual afternoon talks again, actively talking at them, he worked better with his team, and wasn’t hiding away whenever everyone was gathered. He was back, and it made Genji happier than ever. Sure, he still struggled with some things, and they both knew that some wounds needed more time to heal, but he was back on track. And that was all that mattered right now.

    It was time for another mission, Hanzo joining the Offensive team while his brother was off on another mission. Egypt had recently been having issues with Talon agents near The Temple of Anubis, so the government finally put in a request to overwatch for help. They were to head out immediately.

    They were all almost prepping on the trip there, Hanzo pulling a few arrows back in the string of his bow and aiming just to make sure the string wasn’t tight or his arrows weren’t bent. He strapped the quiver to his back, before fixing his hair back with his golden ribbon. “Hope you’re ready for a fight. Sure as hell gonna get one,” Jesse commented, strapping his chest plate over his torso before pulling his sarape on. “Always ready. Try and keep up, cowboy,” Hanzo retorted, a sly smirk on his face. Jesse rolled his eyes and tipped his hat over them, before a jolt suddenly rocked the ship quite suddenly, causing everyone to have to hold onto something or tip over entirely.

    “Sorry Loves!” Lena shouted from the front of the ship, seemingly distracted by something. “Got hit by somethin’! Nothin’ to worry about, just brace for future impacts!” And they did, everyone having to hold onto something to remain steady. Some hits earning a worried yelp from of the teammates. Hana seemed the most worried. Speaking of Hana, she wore a jumpsuit of quite large and obnoxious colours and had just a pistol strapped to her waist. It baffled Hanzo, he not quite knowing what role she played. This was his first mission with her. He wondered what she would do in battle. “Ugh, I hate flying! I always get so motion sick,” she groaned, her knuckles turning white from gripping on the table so hard. The shakes lasted until they landed. Lucio fixed his leg enhancements, Fareeha pulled her helmet over her head, Reinhardt prepped his shield, Jesse gave his revolving chamber a few spins, Hana put a stick of chewing gum in her mouth, and Hanzo readied a Scatter Arrow in his string.

    The doors dropped and they were bombarded with fire, rein providing all the cover they needed. It was slow, moving out without getting shot, but they surely moved forward and away from the lift. After the fire had subsided for more than a few seconds, they finally separated, Hanzo finding the highest place he could. It’s from there when he found out what Hana did on the team. Seemingly out of nowhere, a bright pink coloured Meka landed in front of her and she disappeared inside and started firing. He’d admit that was the last thing he thought he’d see today. Second was watching McCree get pinned to the ground by an enemy when he went to far ahead of the group.

    Quickly, with barely thinking, Hanzo pulled an arrow back and let it go, it sinking directly into the goons head, blood spattering over Jesse’s face. The body almost crushed him, from all the equipment he had on him, but McCree did push the large mass off of him. He tilted his head back, seeing the world upside down. Far away, perched on the roof of a tall building, was Hanzo, who just gave a small salute to him. Even if his hat was on the ground a meter away, he tipped an imaginary one before getting up to grab his gun and hat. He ducked behind proper cover, before attempting to clean his face of all the blood, getting most of it. He only ducked when he knew he had a clear shot, and those were plentiful.

    McCree went from target to target, landing every shot. Fareeha helped, of course, pushing them back into the fray so he could finish them off. He was about to go for another round, in the middle of reloading his gun when a familiar scatter of sharp metal projectiles scattered into the mass of them, taking everyone one out. A small smirk came across his face before his head almost got blown off by a stray shotgun blast. His hand moved to a flashbang, chucking it over his head and into the fray, making several enemies stop in their tracks. D.va finished them off with a barrage of missiles, sending body parts flying. Jesse was pretty sure he had to dodge an incoming leg. This let them get in closer, causing Hanzo to move closer to the fray. He remained farther back, but his angle kept him from fighting alongside his teammates.

It was intense, everyone getting pinned down in one place or another. That Meka that Hana had called in, had been expended, and who knows when her next one would come in. Reinhardt’s shield had been destroyed and it takes an hour to charge it back to full, Lucio was hunkered down with Fareeha, unknowing of where to go, and Jesse was alone, fending for himself against the few Talon operatives that got close to him. There was no escape, everyone practically separated and on their own. To try and hold out as long as possible. Until backup could be called. Until a miracle happened.

And that miracle might have just come.

Everyone had to do a double take, the smell of what they assumed was rain rolling through. Multiple even looked up to make sure they weren’t going to have a downpour right on top of them. But there wasn’t a cloud insight, just blue rolling skies for as far as the eye can see. The scent got intense, the smell of ozone feeling as if it were right on top of them. It was intense, and a pure mystery as to where it could possible be emitting from. But Hanzo knew. He leaped down from his post, landing in the middle of fire, and he looked different. Jesse saw it first, since he landed closest to him. His eyes changed from that deep brown to an intense blue, and he swore they were glowing. Speaking of glowing, his tattoo was illuminated, sparks seemingly jumping away from the inked skin and fading before they hit the ground. Hanzo drew his bow back, the string illuminating as it was drawn, but no arrow was knocked in it. Everyone’s eyes widened, as Hanzo uttered an intense phrase, and it all seemed to be magic.

Two twisting blue dragons formed out of nowhere, lightning seemingly going everywhere. The smell of Ozone was now more intense than ever, wind blowing back and making everyone’s hair stand on end. Jesse had to hold his hat on his head, a whirlwind completely hitting him. A loud roar seemed to emit from the pair of blue beasts, making everyone having to cover their ears. Except for Hanzo. He just watched, as enemies seemed to drop around him. He was breathing heavy, completely surprised what he’s seeing. It was rare, the last time he saw those dragons was his last fight with Genji. And before that, he saw them only before he killed his brother. This...This was puzzling.

The lightning subsided, the smell dissipating from the area as the dragons disappeared from sight. Hanzo’s eyes dimmed as with his tattoo, his arm holding his bow dropping to his side. Everything was quiet, Hana standing up from behind cover to see the carnage. Jesse just looked at him, eyes widened in disbelief. He stood and looked over all the dead bodies, as did everyone. It was just unbelievable.

“Some backup,” Jesse said, patting Hanzo on the back. A small shock hit Jesse’s metal hand, and Hanzo shook his shoulder a bit in a recoil. “It...was…” Hanzo said almost out of breath. He gulped, regaining his composer before grabbing an arrow from his quiver and letting it rest in his bow. The team went ahead, ready for the next wave to come in. They didn’t. It was quiet, no more reinforcements coming in. Reinhardt let out a victorious laugh, raising his hammer to the air in a celebratory manner. Fareeha ran over and practically picked up Hanzo in a large hug. It scared him at first, but he smiled after a moment. “Ha-HA! Now that’s what i call a Barrage!” She said, putting him back down and patting him on the back for a few more moments. Hanzo just smiled and received the few arrows that he could find. Jesse rejoined Reinhardt, Lucio, and Hana before he spoke in his comm.

“Well, looks like we might be coming home a bit earlier than expected. Seems the rest of these Talon goons have-” He was interrupted. A few small blasts emanating from the columns that were around them, them starting to crumble quickly. Rubble came crashing to the ground, dust picking up all around them. Reinhardt put his arm up around the three that were around him, without even thinking. Loud crashes were heard, everyone getting hit by something just about. The crashes subsided. The dust settled. And Fareeha and Hanzo weren’t in sight.

“Shit…,” Jesse muttered, the group heading over to the massive pile of rubble that was in front of them. Reinhardt immediately started picking up and moving rubble almost single handedly, while Lucio, Hana, and McCree had to work together to move the bigger pieces. “What happened, Loves? Is everyone alright?” Lena chimed in over their comms. “I heard that blast! It sounded intense!”

“Might wanna call Angie and tell her to get the Med bay ready for when we get back,” Lucio said as he struggled to lift a large slab off of a few smaller pieces. Just under a layer or two of rock, they found Fareeha, her armour letting out sparks and her jets almost completely destroyed. She removed her helmet before grabbing Jesse’s arm to help her up. Since she had been wearing her full armour, it had taken most of the damage. But she knew she was gonna be very bruised and achy in the morning. Lucio took her to the side while the rest searched for Hanzo. It took longer to find him. Jesse eventually did, having to push one of the larger pieces off of him to get to the archer. When he did find him, he was out cold.

“Fucking hell,” Jesse groaned, pressing his ear to Hanzo’s chest to make sure he was at least still breathing. He was, even if it was light. He was almost hovering over Hanzo, gently smacking his face to try and get him awake and aware. “Jesus Christ, Hanzo, get up!” Jesse almost shouted, shaking Hanzo with quite a bit of force. A small cough emitted from the Male under him, and his eyes fluttered open, but squinted from the harsh sunlight.

“Jesse…,” he groaned out, pain immediately filling his body. “Don’t worry. You’re gonna get outta here,” McCree reassured, going to help Hanzo to his feet. Hanzo let out a loud yelp, everything in his body aching at once. Jesse didn’t make a second attempt immediately. He backed up for a moment, letting the other have some air. He had scrapes all over his body, bruises were already beginning to form, and he was covered in dirt. To top things off, Stormbow was completely destroyed. “Alright, What hurts so i know what not to grab?” Jesse asks, his hands hovering over Hanzo, just unsure of what to do. He breathed shakily, his voice raspy and strained. “My...Ribs...And...My arm…,” He huffed out. “Left arm…,” He added, and finally, Jesse put his arm under the others right side of his back and put the good arm around him as he lifted Hanzo to his feet. Something else was broken, but something didn’t seem to bother Hanzo at all.

His left leg, from the knee down was bent in awkward ways, the metal that had been covering had been torn, split wires poked out with small sparks spewing from it. Hana stared in disbelief, Jesse even having to do a double take. Hanzo didn’t seem to notice in the slightest. “What...are you staring at?” He inquired. Before anyone could speak, there was another blast from behind the group, and they decided it’d be best to get out of here. McCree’s grip tightened on Hanzo, and they all headed back towards the airship, needing to escape right this moment.

They all piled in, Jesse taking Hanzo over to the small booth before letting him sit. He let out groans, his arm twitching a bit, even if it lay limp to his side. “Hold still,” McCree said, before he started to remove his serape. He then gently, oh so gently, wrapped it around Hanzo’s neck and slinging it to the side, before delicately pulling the injured around through it, making a makeshift (And sort of filthy) sling. “This’ll make it easier on ya until we get ya to Angie. Take it easy, alright?” He said, smiling at Hanzo before gazing at his leg and finally leaving him be. Hanzo still didn’t know what they had been staring at, and at the moment, he didn’t care. His head drifted to the side, resting on the obnoxiously red (but surprisingly soft) fabric. His other arm held onto his ribs, just trying to put pressure on them. As far as he could feel, none were broken. It wouldn’t surprise him if a few were cracked. For the moment, he was comfortable, and that’s really all he wanted at the moment. He drifted off into a haze, not quite a sleep, for what seemed like hours.

They landed back in Gibraltar, and Angela was waiting for everyone’s return. Hanzo had been helped out of the hanger by Jesse hanging onto him again, and he and Fareeha were escorted to the med bay. After a moment, Angela took over, and Jesse and Reinhardt had left the pair to be tended to, McCree even leaving his serape with Hanzo. They were taken to separate rooms, leaving Hanzo alone for a good few minutes in a clean room. His head pounded, his chest ached, and his arm was downright killing him from the inside out. He thought he could feel were the bones had separated, but maybe it was just him.

The door to the room opened and The blonde doctor walked over to his bedside, holding a clipboard in her arm as she examined him. She freed his arm from the homemade sling, putting the fabric to the side before picking up and moving the arm in a few different directions. All made him either groan or wince. She put he pen behind her ear and went over to some complicated but small looking devices. “Well, your left arm is most definitely broken. Simple fix, really. Your ribs also just seem to be cracked, but i am concerned about them,” She pulled up what seemed like a lamp fixture that seemed to be plugged into a few simple machines. He looked at them, wondering what on earth they did. She moved to under a small compartment next to his bed and pulled out a proper sling, white and pristinely clean, before wrapping his around him. It wasn’t as comfortable as McCree’s serape. “I prescribe an hour or so under a concentrated healing stream,” She said with a gentle laugh. “But i will warn you, since your bone is healing at a rapid rate, your arm will be quite sore for the following days. Keep it in a sling, get plenty of rest, and you’ll be back in the field in a few days,” She informed. She walked over to one of the smaller pieces of machinery before flipping a few switches. Almost instantly, a wave of warmth washed over Hanzo’s body, comforting and calming. All of that was interrupted when he began to feel his bones mend together, his teeth grinding at the strange sensation. It didn’t hurt, but the sheer feeling was strange and indescribable. “I’ll leave you be, Mr. Shimada. If anything happens, don’t be afraid to ring me,” She said, before taking her leave. He was left to himself again, but this time, he was a bit more comfortable.

It had been a half an hour, and the worst of the feelings had subsided. His head was no longer pounding out of his skull, his arm was only sore right now, and his ribs were almost completely healed. Even the few scrapes and cuts he’d acquired were fully healed. He was relaxed in the white bed he laid in, when a small knock emitted from the door frame. He looked over and saw an obnoxiously familiar face standing in the frame.

“Howdy,” McCree said, tipping his hat before pulling up Angela’s doctor stool next to his bed. “Evening,” Hanzo replied, rubbing his forehead with his non injured hand. He let out a sigh, as Jesse quickly grabbed his serape, pulled it on over his frame and then sat in the too small stool. “What are you doing here?” Hanzo asked, adjusting himself so he sat up a bit straighter. “Came to ask if you wanted me to bring ya dinner. And wanted my serape back,” He said with a small chuckle. The other just rolled his eyes and snickered. “I’m fine, thank you. And thanks for your concern about my well being. It means alot,” He said sarcastically. Jesse just laughed again, warm and hardy. “I also came to make sure you’re fine,” Jesse added, leaning against the bed a bit with his arms folded. His eyes kept glancing over to Hanzo’s leg, the only part that wasn’t being healed by the stream. He seemed to be picking and choosing his words before he spoke again.

    “So, ya got a prosthetic too, do ya?” He finally asked, and Hanzo seemed to seem wondering. “Two. Both of them are...Jesse McCree,” He started, getting the others attention quickly. “Did you honestly think, for the past months that i’ve been on base, that i have been wearing the exact same pair of boots almost everyday?” This question made McCree blush a bit from embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck with his flesh hand. “Don’t need to be snarky! You just usually see someone with prosthetics take them off, or at least have a separate pair,” he defended himself. Hanzo thought it was somewhat endearing. “Well, yes. They’re prosthetics, and no i can’t remove them,” he said, raising the leg that wasn’t beaten to all hell. He moved his ankle a few times before putting back down, and Jesse just gave a content smile to the other.

“So. Gonna share how you got them?” Jesse asked, Hanzo just chuckling at the question. “I have not had enough alcohol to tell that story,” He informed. “Well, that can be arranged. Course, ya don’t have to tell if you don’t want to. Just saying, might throw in my own story for your time.”

“A tempting offer,” Hanzo replied, adjusting his shoulder a bit. McCree sat up, fixing his hat a bit. “Say the time and place. I’ll even handle the drinks,” He offered again. Hanzo just gave a contemplative look, as if considering the request over and over in his mind. “Tonight. At the place we both seem to enjoy drinking at,” Hanzo finally answered. The other just smiled and stood up. He tipped his hat in a polite manner. “Sounds like a Helluva plan, Mr. Shimada.” Those were Jesse’s last words before he parted, leaving Hanzo to himself.

Just as they said, Hanzo went to that perch just above the rocks that night, wearing a few more layers than last time. His leg had been partially patched up, Torbjorn just doing a short and quick welding job that would last for a few days until he could properly fix everything. Until further notice, Hanzo’s ankle would be a bit more stiff for a short while. He held his bottle of Sake in his only good hand, taking short sips from it as he waited for the other to join him. Jesse eventually did, arriving with warm clothes, whiskey, and an extra blanket. Just in case. He took a seat on those same boxes, Hanzo leaning against an opposite wall that let his uninjured leg dangle from the ledge. Jesse opened the bottle and took a quick swig from it before offering it to the other. “You look like you need something stronger than Sake,” He suggested, seeing Hanzo in a bit of a sorry state. His arm did, in fact, ache like Angela said it would. He took the bottle and took the slightest sip from it, wincing a bit at the taste. He ran his tongue over his teeth, before handing the bottle back. “That is terrible,” Hanzo said as Jesse took the bottle back. He laughed a bit. “Ain’t the best, but it gets the job done.” They carried on in casual conversation, about the days mission, about how they had both been doing, and calm small talk while occasionally swapping alcohol to change things up. They were both warm from the company and the drinks filling their systems.

“So,” McCree started, putting the bottle on the ground before looking at Hanzo almost dead in the eyes. “Ready to talk?” The other took a deep breath and then one last drink from his own bottle before letting it rest in his lap. “Are you ready to listen?” He responded. Jesse tipped his hat back and adjusted himself to get into a more comfortable listening position. Hanzo did the same and gathered his courage a bit, this being the first time he’s told anyone besides his brother about how he lost his legs. He let out a breath, and started.

“It was...a few months after Genji ‘left’ us. I was racked with grief. Guilt was the only emotion i felt, and it all hurt worse because I was constantly told i had done the right thing. I wanted to escape. I planned to,” Hanzo started. Jesse was listening intently. “I planned my escape for weeks, maybe months. I assumed I was doing well enough to hide it. I told no one, I kept it all to myself. I plotted at night, gathered the things i needed and prepped incesively. It apparently wasn’t enough. Someone, one of the servants, a spy, anyone who would’ve been close to me informed the elders.” Hanzo’s stature changed, he slumped a bit as he spoke. The part where metal met flesh on his legs started to burn. “They waited, made me think i was safe. It wasn’t until the night before i planned to leave when they took action. It was...Torture. They held me down, sliced my calves with blades deep enough to be the most painful thing i’ve ever felt, but never enough to kill or completely cut off. It was relentless, slow, they even stepped on them when i ask for them to stop. They left me like that, just barely bandaging me up.” McCree’s expression went cold. Seems like Genji wasn’t the only one that suffered after that fight.

“As it turns out, sword wounds are incredibly easy to get infected. I was bedridden for weeks, sick and dying. They didn’t do a thing to help me recover. Not until i promised i wouldn’t run or even think of doing it again. And they made sure i couldn’t. They removed them completely,” Hanzo let out with a shaky breath. He felt the threat of phantom pains nipping at his thighs. “Shit…,” was the only word that Jesse could say. He noticed Hanzo almost shaking and he offered the blanket to him, to which he accepted it greatly. It was warm from acting as McCree’s back cushion for the past half an hour or so. “After that, the family doctor fitted me with non-removable prosthetics. That was the last time i ever thought about running. I didn’t try again until years later, after father passed.”

“Shit Hanzo… You went through hell and back. Lot worse than what happened to me,” Jesse said, offering the whiskey to Hanzo again. He grabbed the bottle gently and took quite a few sips of the warm amber liquid, hoping it null the settling pain. “I barely remember what happened. It was all a blur to me,” Jesse started, flexing the mechanical joints in his fingers a few times. His other hand ran over the cold metal, the blue lights dimly shining in the darkness. “One of the last missions Blackwatch, hell, Overwatch pulled off. My young dumbass went off alone, trying to get the sneak behind enemy lines. I didn’t realize it lead me straight through a fucking minefield. Next thing I know is a large as hell blast knocked me flat on my ass, and i was out cold.” Hanzo handed the drink back to McCree who only took a single drink from it before continuing. “Reyes woke me up, shaking me, CPR, the works. I eventually did. He was talking, but the ringing in my ears drowned him out. It was hazy, i was seeing double of everything and the world seemed to spin around me. I looked down, and i almost screamed when i saw my arm gone. Then i went cold again,” He continued before putting the bottle down again. He pulled his leg up onto the box he was sitting, his knee almost to his chest. He fidgeted with his jacket as he looked out onto the wave, as if remembering as hard as he could.

    “Woke up in the lift, Gabe holding me tighter than a dog on a bone, his leg under my stump. And I can just barely remember what he said to me as i slipped in and out of consciousness. ‘You’re gonna be Okay, Mijo. You’re gonna make it out of here’. After that, I was back in the med bay with Angie poking and prodding my arm like hell.” Hanzo saw the expression on his face go from nostalgia to a form of sadness. “To think, that’d be one of the last time’s I'd see Reyes before...Everything fell. It happened so quick, I didn’t get my prosthetic here. Had to get it from some less than admirable folks,” Jesse said, his metal hand flexing a few more times. He let out a sigh before he looked back at Hanzo. All he could offer was a sincere smile and that seemed to be enough for Jesse. “I was thinking about how you talked Angela into letting you have a skull on your arm,” Hanzo joked, earning a loud and hearty laugh from the other. It made him smile when Jesse laughed, even making himself chuckle a bit. “She would’ve shot me if i asked for that. She still kinda wants me to get a better one,” He said. It was a warm silence between them, Hanzo’s pains almost leaving entirely.

Jesse smiled and stood up, offering a hand to Hanzo to help him up. “Come on. It’s gettin’ late. I’ll walk ya back to your room,” Jesse offered. He smiled and took it, being pulled up by the other as his other hand held onto the Sake bottle. McCree picked up the blanket and draped it over his arm before he grabbed the whiskey. They walked back to the Dorm halls, attempting to be as quiet as possible to not wake anyone. They stopped in front of Hanzo’s door, since his was closest to where they entered. “It was real nice talkin to ya, Hanzo. Glad we could get to know each other,” Jesse said, taking his hat off. Hanzo smiled as he went to open his door. “I enjoyed it. And...Thanks, Jesse,” Hanzo replied, fixing his sling a small bit. “For what?” He asked, just slightly confused.

“First off, for saving me in today’s mission, and giving me your cape to use as a sling. Secondly, for the alcohol and the company. I haven’t spoken to anyone about my life outside of Genji. It was relieving to get it off my chest. Tonight was..Nice,” He answered with a genuine smile. Jesse felt his cheeks get heated. “It wasn’t nothing. Just felt like making up for all the shit I gave ya. But, you’re welcome.” Jesse rubbed the back of his neck. Hanzo let out a yawn, and McCree started to feel like he was keeping the other from much needed rest. “Alright. You better get some rest, ya look like ya need it.” Hanzo yawned again and nodded. “I think i will. Good night, McCree. Enjoy your evening,” Hanzo said. Jesse gave a similar ‘goodnight’, and Hanzo left the space to go to sleep in his room. Jesse was outside his door, holding his hat, the blanket, and bottle of whiskey with the stupidest smile on his face.

“Aw, hell…,” Jesse muttered as he went back to his room. He dropped everything and sat at his desk, his hands over his face. He felt even more guilty for punching Hanzo’s charming face the first day they met.