Hey guys, so sorry, I've been slacking big time, now I know that my Big Hero 6 story didn't do so hot, I may scrap the project and keep this one if it does well, so Overwatch...I'm really excited for the game, can't wait to play the hammer swinging badass, Reinhardt, and the teleporting gunslinger, Tracer, if you have no idea about what the game's about if you read my old stories, go look it up to help understand this, now this won't be replacing my transformers fanfic, once again Blackwolf, Arcee, and Nitalia aren't going anywhere, this is to try new things. This story may also not seem realistic to the story, but when are video games 100% realistic? Please review. Disclaimer, I own nothing, all rights go to Blizzard.


It's been ten years since Overwatch was shut down due to the corruption that had overtaken it, the guardians who once fought in it's name are spread thin across the world, but little do they know that there's a threat coming that none of them are prepared for. The remaining members are spread very thin, but now they must come together once again since the attempted Overwatch museum heist which revealed the new threat, Reaper and Widowmaker. But this would be their hardest battle to win.

Soldier: 76 quickly sealed the large metal door behind himself, he was badly wounded, he had a hole in his shoulder from a sniper blast, he was bleeding all over his armor from several wounds he had received.

He reloaded his pulse rifle with his last magazine, but it contained only thirteen out of thirty-six rounds. He sighed, realizing he was done for, he heard his last few allies outside, the shooting was still going both ways, three blasts would come from the left side of the hallway, and eight blasts would come from the right side of the hallway.

BANG

Seven shots now came from the right side of the hallway, he knew one of his men had been killed, he quickly opened a holographic screen and prepared to give his last words.

BANG

BANG

Now only five blasts returned fire from the right, he was running out of time, if he didn't complete this task, their sacrifices would be in vain. "Start message, recipient, Reinhardt Wilhelm." his rough voice came from behind his dark mask.

BANG

BANG

BANG

Two shots came in return from the right side, he knew he had very limited time, he continued to make his message. "Reinhardt...I know the last time we saw each other, we weren't exactly on best terms, but things have changed, I have such little time to talk and yet I have so many apologies to make, but it doesn't matter what happens to me, you have to get Overwatch back together, no matter what, because a new enemy's coming, and we're not ready for it. They're closing in on me, over half of my squad is dead, I'm making my final stand… but I won't make it, but I can at least save everyone by warning you." he sighed, before listening to the gunshots go by again.

BANG

Now only one repeated rate of blasts came from the right side, his last soldier was making a last stand as he was. "I don't know what they are...Reinhardt…I don't know who's left, but atleast half of the remaining members of Overwatch are dead...get the remaining members back together...because their lives and your life are counting on it, reactivate the old base in America, and reinstate the Overwatch!" he ordered into the message, before reaching up to his mask, seconds later it fell to the ground.

"Go to Hell!" he heard his last soldier yell.

BANG

The hallway fell silent, but then he saw as the door was being hacked from the outside. "I'm transferring the data of who's alive, and who's dead and where the living members of Overwatch are, it's up to you now...don't let my sacrifice be in vain." the door's keypad stopped glowing, meaning the hacking was successful. Seconds later, the door flew open, and a shadow materialized in front of him, and the woman holding the laser rifle was coming towards the door.

"May God watch over you all…because we're being hunted..." he hesitated before raising his pulse rifle, "End message, send!" his screen went dark and he began shooting the shadow, that in turn kept dodging his shots, until his gun fell silent due to his ammo loss. Almost immediately he received a blast to his chest, sending him on his back.

The dark figure materialized out of thin air, and pointed one of it's shotguns to soldier: 76's head. It spoke no words, showed no emotion due to the skull mask and dark hood it wore. But the mystery war hero prepared to give his final words to this shadow. "They'll come for you, and bring you to justice..." he slurred, slowly dying.

The dark figure answered with a voice that was almost a whisper, yet it would terrify any normal citizen, for it was cold and sinister, "I'm counting on it..."

BANG

(Berlin, Germany, Europe)

The message ended after Soldier: 76 said "because we're all being hunted" the old man in his early sixties closed the screen. He had fairly gray hair, a mustache leading down to a short beard, his eyes were a golden yellow, which was quite odd to others he met, he wore a black military uniform which held dozens of medals and high ranking badges, and finally to finish was his cane which held at the top a metal lion head.

He only looked at the blank screen, he processed the sudden information, and he looked to where the data was being downloaded from Soldier: 76, who told him that they needed to regroup Overwatch, he then remembered the day he was forced to watch as Overwatch was shut down due to his forced retirement and not being able to keep Overwatch on the path of freedom and protecting Earth.

He knew that if Overwatch needed to be brought back, it would need a leader, and he was the only one originally qualified to be the leader of Overwatch. But in his state, with his right leg damaged, and no time for advanced surgery, he had only one choice if they would have to fight, which would have to wait.

He packed his necessary items for travel and his old Overwatch communicator and made his way for the international airport in Berlin, he bought a ticket to the United States, and once his plane was ready, he boarded it and made his way across the world and back to the old Overwatch base.

He looked out the window of the plane and looked into the distance, "You're sacrifice won't be forgotten...old friend." he sighed, and closed his eyes to sleep the long flight he had ahead of him, but it felt longer due to the new responsibility.