Author's note: Yoooo first Overwatch story. I apologize if any details or names are incorrect during the duration of this story, and leave a review if you liked. I do not know how often i'll be able to update, but I will be working on this as much as possible.
Lena Farron was only eighteen when she first joined Overwatch. Her work at first was just to assist where ever she was needed. But when she expressed an interest in weapon and medical technology, she was sent to work with Angela Zeigler in the medical engineering department, and helped develop weapons at the same time. After about a year or two, she built her own combat suit. Ingrained into every stitch was the ability to teleport, and to consolidate massive energy into blasts or into small orbs to cause damage over a wide radius. This earned her the nickname, Giga.
Lena enjoyed her work at Overwatch. Working with her colleagues, regardless of occasional disagreements, was something that kept her interested in her job. Everything was going smoothly…until one day it all went wrong. An operation went south that ended in the deaths of the top operatives in the organization, and negative opinions of the general public forced the rest of Overwatch to sink. The rest of the operatives and employees either became mercenaries or dissolved into the background, never to be seen again. Lena retired to her home in Washington State, working as the senior medical advisor for the whole state. It was true peace for her for a while.
She made herself comfortable in her favorite chair, a sigh making itself known after another stressful yet fruitful day of work was now behind her. Her eyes had closed, trying her best to remove as much stress as possible before she went to shower and change. Her muscles were tight, and aching. What she wouldn't give for a massage right now…
Aching hands reached for the remote to turn on the television, the news popping up on the screen with a special report. A black apparition was floating around, causing general carnage all over the world. Old Overwatch memorabilia and weapons were being stolen on top of everything else. As ironic as it sounds, Overwatch was needed now more than ever. But the public—and the government—made the organization illegal. Lena sighed, turning off the television and getting up from her chair to head upstairs to her bedroom. She turned on the lights, moving over to her drawers and reaching in to pull out the necessary clothing before disappearing into the bathroom, turning on the hot water.
It was quiet in the old Overwatch headquarters. Thick, calloused fingers tapped on the keys of the keyboard before occasionally pausing to push up black rimless glasses up to his face. He wanted to know what was going on. What was that apparition that was killing ex-Overwatch operatives? Did it have to do with the robbery of Overwatch memorabilia? So many questions, but no answers. It was frustrating for Winston. Still, he kept looking for something, anything that might even give him a clue as to what was happening.
"All of these reports, and we still can't find a single shred of a clue anywhere." He sighed, his frantic typing coming to a halt and his fingers tapping gently on the table. "There has to be something, anything we can get our hands on to crack this…"
"This is something that cannot be handled by one person, Winston." The melancholy yet fluid voice belonged to an AI called Athena. "There are people who could assist you, although it would be illegal to reinstate them."
Winston sighed, and stared at the initialization protocol. She was right, but if the government intervened and arrested them…what could he say? What could he do? The consequences would rest on his shoulders and his alone if he pressed the button. But this was for the greater good. Damn the consequences now. After second guessing himself for a few minutes more, Winston pressed the button.
Overwatch was reinstated. Just until this threat would be dealt with.
"...You're right, Athena. We need all the help we can get."
Lena was sitting on her bed now, dressed in her most comfortable nightwear and her hair wrapped in a silk wrap. Just as she was comfortable enough to finally sleep, her phone vibrated vigorously. With a groan, she examined the screen. Light brown hues widened, unable to believe what was flashing across her screen. Was…Overwatch really restarting? After a decade of inactivity? This had to be a joke, she wouldn't accept otherwise. Her eyes closed as she began to reminisce; remembering the fond moments she had shared with her best friends before everything was taken from her that day.
The fights between Jack and Gabriel, Ana constantly breaking them up and scolding them like children, Tracer constantly bugging and pranking her as a way to keep the workplace relaxed and fun, Angela coming to her on her breaks and talking about her day…it was the little things she missed, but she knew those would never return.
Lena's eyes snapped open when she heard something crash outside the front door downstairs. Cautiously, she rose up from her bed and walked down the stairs. Her hand stopped just before turning the knob to the door, her heart racing almost out of her chest. Still, she resumed grabbing the knob and opened the door. A black cloaked figure fell to the ground, completely limp. Lena moved to pick them up, but glancing at their figure…and the stains of blood on their coat and hands…that's when she remembered.
The special news report that aired a short while ago! This was the same…apparition? This thing was human, wasn't it? How was it able to switch between its forms? Lena went to reach for a phone, to call the authorities and have them put this person behind bars for good. But at the same time…they looked like they would die from their injuries before anybody came to arrest them. Her conscience was split down the middle, and she was mildly panicking.
Oh god, oh god…what do I do? They'll die if I don't do anything, but…I'll get in trouble for aiding them…
She debated it for a few more seconds before going against her better judgement. Lena dragged the body inside and laid them on the couch, examining the extent of their injuries before she did anything else. Shrapnel and bullets were embedded in their body, blood seeping out slowly. She cursed under her breath. Unfortunately, some of the wounds began to heal and the blood begun to coagulate. She would have to reopen them all and patch them up again.
She started to get to work, grabbing tweezers, peroxide, and some gauze. She couldn't do anything extensive because she didn't have the right equipment to do so. But even this small treatment would save their life…hopefully. Slowly, she started to pull out the embedded metals. Her eyes focused on the black ectoplasm that stuck to the sharp ends. Lena didn't know what it was, but she saved it in a small plastic sealable bag and continued. After she was sure that she removed all of the shrapnel and bullets, she cleaned the wounds and patched them up using an entire roll of gauze. With a sigh, she relaxed on the floor and looked at them. How did they find their way here? Why her place, specifically? Lena looked at the owl(?) mask covering their face. Maybe she can find out why while they were still unconscious. Her hands slowly reached for it, removing it and glancing at their face.
But as she did so, the mysterious person woke up with an inhuman roar echoing around the entire house. Lena dropped the mask onto their chest and scrambled back on her hands and knees, her eyes wide as she saw them stand back up to a vertical base like nothing even happened. The mask fell at their feet, their hands reaching for a pair of shotguns hidden in their coat and aimed it at her. She whimpered and looked at their face. Fear and grief overwhelmed her being in that moment. Her bottom lip quivered and her eyes widened. He…was dead.
"…G-Gabriel…?"
