"Heh, heh heh" Reaper rasped out, laughing at the large man standing over him.

"Tell me where Overwatch is." The Man said. Reaper was tied to an electric chair by his wrists and legs.

"Go to hell" Reaper wheezed out, spitting out blood. His chest armor and mask were taken off exposing his head and chest. His entire body was light gray and covered in scars after what had happened ten years ago but he was fine. Ignoring the fact that he was in an electric chair being shocked. Reaper's body jerked with electric shock as the electric chair fired up.

"But you work at Talon." the figure said "Surely you would know where it is." Reaper smiled a grim smile while spitting out a laugh along with some blood. "I work alone now." Reaper rasped

"And, Yes I do know where Overwatch is, but I'm not going to say." Reaper laughed "How's that feel, prick?" The large figure now illuminated in light, grimaced

"That is fine" The figure said, his grimace turning into a grin. "I'll just kill you then- umf!" The figure was kicked to the other side of the room.

"Ey again, Reap!" a familiar cheery British voice said.

"You." Reaper rasped.

"Good to see you to Reap!" The time-hopping Overwatch agent was not giving up. "What's with the gray skin?" She asked as she untied him. Reaper made a barely audible growing noise form inside his throat.

"It was from a-" Reaper stopped himself mid-sentence. "Accident"

"Oh!" Tracer perked up "The one that blew up the Overwatch building!" She exclaimed "That's right." Reaper said coldly. "The one that made me- this." Reaper scanned the room.

"Hand me my armor and mask." He growled.

"Okay, okay." Tracer handed them over.

"Thanks." Reaper rasped. Tracer giggled. "What?" Reaper rasped.

"It's the first time you've said something nice."

"Hrm." Reaper rasped.

"Let's get ya to the airship." Tracer said. That was the last thing he heard before getting knocked out.

Tracer quickly grabbed Reaper's limp body and blinked all the way to the landing Overwatch airship. She realized it was Widowmaker, Talon agent and assassin. She also realized Reaper had a red hole in his armor where Widowmaker's bullet had hit.

"Mercy!" Tracer shouted. "He needs help now!" Mercy looked over at Tracer.

"Him?" Mercy asked in disbelief. "You want me to help him?" Tracer looked at Mercy.

"Please." She begged. Winston turned around and looked at both of them.

"What's happening?" He asked.

"Lena was just asking me to remove a bullet from Reaper."

Winston got a confused look on his face and looked at Tracer. "Why did you bring him in here?" He asked with curiosity not anger, Tracer noted.

"He didn't work at Talon anymore and he was destroying one of their bases." Tracer explained. "He was caught and being interrogated in an electric chair, for god's sakes. I recused him." Mercy considered her story.

"Fine." Mercy said. "Winston, Tracer, I'm going into my surgery room." She said. They were back at the base.

Mercy took off his armor and mask. "G-Gabriel." She gasped. "Oh my god." She whispered and continued with the surgery. She slowly pulled the long silver thin bullet out of his ribs. "Hrrrggg." Reaper growled in pain as he woke up.

"N- no" Reaper rasped. "Not you."

Mercy felt a pang of guilt in her chest. "Just lie down." Mercy said. "It'll be over soon."

"No." Reaper growled. "I'm not letting you touch me." Mercy went silent. "Please, Gabriel let me try one more time."

Reaper looked at her. "Fine." He snarled. "Just make it quick."

Mercy quickly wrapped a bandage around the wound. And Reaper slid off of the cushioned cold table and got up. "Gabriel, I just wanted to apologize for what happened." Mercy said. Reaper looked at her and thought about what he had become all because of her.

"Your apology is accepted." Reaper said. "It wasn't your fault, the machine malfunctioned." Reaper walked out of the room after collecting his armor and mask. He was glad to finally get that off his back.

"Reaper, is it?" Winston asked. "If you really want to join us you have to find this person and capture them." Winston said.

"Who?" Reaper rasped.

"Amile Lacroix aka-"

'Widowmaker." Reaper answered.