Hey guys this is my first fanfic. Please give me a review. Also, the tf2 timeline has been moved a lot, nearly a century, for this story to work. So, the TF2 crew beat grey mann in 2040.
10 years has passed since grey mann's defeat. The team has separated, scout found a job, medic got his new medical license,engineer became the head of a very successful company, and soldier resumed his tourist guide job.
Scout,now 28 years old ,and was watching mondatta give his speech from his apartement. He actually liked those omnics, after all he did spend some time with machinery back when the crew was together. When the omics rose, he didn't like them at first, but he has accepted them in the last few years, seeing overwatch in action changed his mind about the robots. He decided he should go see mondatta from a closer view. He packed his pistol and his bonk atomic punch, just in case. He was halfway watching mondatta give his speech when he saw an explosion from the rooftop "Shit, why now". He drank his bonk, and ran straight past mondatta, blocking widowmaker's shot. "Why did you save me?" mondatta asked. " Cause you're a good man. You inspire people to be better. Now get GOIN!" scout yelled
Scout ran to the building widowmaker was at, and he saw tracer taking cover, but widowmaker hasn't seen him yet. He decided to use this element in his favour, climbing the building. "why did this feel so hard, must be because I haven't done this in a long time" scout thought. He reached the top, "Yo Knucklehead!" He yelled, and he shot widowmaker's hand, which made her drop the gun she was using. He Quickly ran at widowmaker, firing his pistol rapidly. Eventually, he ran out of bullets and just resorted to melee kicked scout's gut, causing scout to stagger, and seeing this, she grabbed her rifle and started shooting at tracer, who quickly dodged the bullets, but one of them hit tracer's gut, and she passed out. Seeing this scout ran at widowmaker, firing his now reloaded pistol. But scout was too late, as she had already used her grappling hook and escaped. Scout looked at tracer's body, and she was losing alot of blood. He took tracer's hand and put in on his shoulder, carrying her to his apartement.
8 Hours Later
Tracer opened her eyes. She was in a room, her stomach covered with bandages and blood. She was sleeping in a bed, and she suddenly remembered what happened. She looked to her right and saw scout, hands crossed, looking at her. "about time you woke up" said scout. "who are you?" asked tracer. "call me scout"