Pic by FerrumPenna on Deviant Art. I do not own Blizzard or Overwatch even though I sorely wish I do.
A/N: One of my favorite Overwatch headcanons is that nobody knows who Soldier 76 is, except for Ana and Gabriel. That's why the heroes never get to call him Jack. The younger ones usually just refer to him as 'dad' and the older ones and newcomers call him 76.
I have quite the funny story to tell. First few weeks of playing the game, I find it funny whenever McCree uses his Ultimate. My friend would panic and say "Ooops, it's High Noon!" And I can't stop laughing even when we die to McCree's ult. Now, it's sort of a common thing to me that whenever he uses his Ult I'll say what my friend says in intense panic.
Anyways,
(Belated) Happy Valentine's Day, with the Overwatch family.
Jack woke up to the sound of an explosion.
He eyed the analog clock at his bedside table. Almost 3 am. In a swift move, he threw down the covers of his bedding, his hands already grabbing his pulse rifle as he made way for the door. Tactical visor on, he deftly stalked the hallways for an intruder. "Athena," He called for the A.I. for assistance.
"What can I do for you, Soldier 76?"
"Gibraltar seems to have been breached. Run a scan and alert the agents." He ordered as he checked the main compound, rifle raised in a threatening manner. Seeing it empty, he moved quietly towards the next room, which is the mess hall.
"If I may, Soldier 76," Athena suddenly sounded hesitant, but with his brain wired to prepare for any kind of danger, he wasn't able to distinguish the A.I's tone in time. "I believe that Agent—"
"Tracer?" He called out, seeing the familiar yellow tracksuit and chronal accelerator, the young woman fumbling with the oven at the kitchen, which was spewing black smoke. "Ah! H-hey there, dad…" She gave an uneasy smile as she coughed and fanned the smoke away with her hand.
He chose to ignore what he just called her. "What are you doing? And it's 3 am…" Soldier asked her with a raised eyebrow, his pulse rifle lowered and stance slack. "Were you hungry? I thought Mercy said there were leftovers from last night's dinner."
"No, no, I was...uh…" The Brit looked down bashfully, and Soldier took notice of the messy kitchen counter. There was flour everywhere, on the counter, the floor, and even on Tracer's hair and clothes. "Were you...trying to bake something?" He questioned uncertainly as the young woman hung her head, and slowly nodded.
"'You could've done this later in the morning, where I wouldn't think we're being invaded." He sourly added as he made way to inspect the oven. Tracer sheepishly rubbed the back of her head.
"Well, yeah. But I don't want to be late, ya know?"
"Late for what?"
"Valentine's, dad."
Soldier 76 finally stopped, confused. His mind tried to trace back today's date. They celebrated a quiet New Years, as they tried their best to avoid UN confrontation alongside fighting Talon. But that seemed a long time ago. Has it already been February? "I forgot." He grunted as the young woman allowed herself to smile.
"Is alright. But ya know," She started scraping off whatever burnt disaster that was on the tray into the garbage bin. "I thought it would be nice to give everyone something tasty for Valentine's."
"I'm sure they'd appreciate charcoal from you, Lena." Now it was his turn to smile, as she stuck out her tongue at him in a childish manner. "Hey, how about you help me out here, dad? I wouldn't wanna blow up the kitchen a second time." She laughed heartily as he pondered on the thought. While he can claim how great he is on the grill, baking is another story. The only other people who knew their way around the kitchen would be Brigitte, Mercy, and surprisingly, Roadhog. Zarya would sometimes cook as long as Mei is there to help out, and the last time DVa and Lucio tried to make something Athena actually rang the fire alarm.
Maybe he should help out, just this once. "Alright, what are we making?" Lena let out a happy giggle as she blinked out of the room, leaving a trail of blue light, and zipped back, this time, holding a holopad that shows a list of recipes. "I tried to make these cupcakes from the Lifestyle website. Er, I guess I forgot that Celsius is different from Fahrenheit." She apologized as Soldier 76 took the holopad and briefly perused its contents. He winced on how these recipes were almost half a century's old, more ancient than he is too.
He saw a muffin recipe that caught his eye. "Well, since it's already morning, we can do breakfast muffins." The British woman's eyes seemed to light up as he showed her the ingredients list. "Seems easy enough. Why don't you grab the ingredients while I prep the counter?"
"Sir yes sir!" Saluted the young woman, who disappeared in flash of blue light, probably heading off towards the pantry. Soldier 76 merely shook his head with a wry smile as he tied an apron and started cleaning up the initial mess.
A/N: Complete, for now. I have Chapter 2 here and an unfinished Chapter 3, and I decided to submit this as is until I finish the last chapter. Will feature multiple pairings, as well as my favorite Mercy76, so I hope you enjoyed!
Cheers!