A.N.: Tada! We're back to the main story. We're getting to some happy campy stuff and a nice bit of fluff. A much needed break from the angst and tragedy of stories past. Enjoy the beginning of a new era!

Prologue

"It's amazing. Since Blaze has joined us, we've disrupted twice as many Talon operations." Winston lumbered alongside Angela and Fareeha as they walked down the hall of Watchpoint: Gibraltar.

"I told you, he's just as unstoppable as Alexis was," Angela chuckled. Fareeha gently nudged her girlfriend in her side. "Ow, don't worry. He's got nothing on you, darling."

"Where is he anyway?"

"Oi, I'll take another pint, luv!" Agent: Tracer, decked out in her orange jumpsuit and her brown bomber jacket, sat at the bar in King's Row, waiting for her ally to join her. "He's late. I'm supposed to be the last one! What the bloody hell?!" The bartender slid Lena's drink down to her, but Lena's hand barely missed the drink and started to slide off the edge. A metal hand caught the glass before it could hit the ground, not spilling a drop.

"I think you dropped this, luv," Blaze said in a mock British accent. He slid the drink back to Lena, laughing as he took a seat next to her. "Sorry, I'm late. I thought I'd check out Big Ben and I lost track of time."

"It's alright Agent: Kane," Lena hiccupped, "I had plenty of company here with mr. pint with me!" Lena waved the glass in the air before beginning to drink it, becoming even more inebriated.

"Hey, you've still got to be careful. Overwatch is still illegal, remember?" Lena finished her drink and hit her chronal accelerator, speeding up her timestream.

"Don't worry, luv. Everyone in here is so drunk they won't remember a thing. You're right, though. I've got to be more careful." Lena and Blaze left the pub and the pirate followed the former pilot down the streets of King's Row to a small church. "I do want to make a quick stop before we fly to France though."

"We've got time." The two entered a small cemetery where only a couple dozen headstones sat in place. Tracer moved to one that was covered in vines and had a bouquet of roses resting on it. Here lies Emily Morstan. Gay Right's advocate, writer, daughter, and friend. "She may not have been your first love, but you can't forget your time together."

"You would have liked her. She was always writing about pirates and adventures in history to find treasure and explore the unknown." Lena kissed her gloved hand and let it rest on the tombstone. "I promise, I'll make sure that Widowmaker disappears forever."

"Don't be so sure about that, Cherie," a voice hissed. Blaze drew his pistol and turned to see Widowmaker rifle pointed at his head. The assassin clicked her tongue. "Non, non, non, non, monsieur. That's the last thing you want to do." Blaze slowly put his pistol back in his holster. "Good boy."

"You're making a mistake, Amelie." The purple sniper gritted her teeth.

"You should not have called me that." In a flash of light, Tracer kicked Widowmaker's rifle out of her hands. The brit proceeded to deliver a left hook to the sniper's face.

"And you shouldn't have locked Amelie away!" Tracer blinked to the sniper rifle and aimed it at Widowmaker. "I've been fighting for you for so long. The Amelie Lacroix I know is still somewhere in there, fighting you. No amount of brainwashing can destroy the strongest woman I know!" Widowmaker chuckled.

"My name is Widowmaker, the perfect assassin. My sole purpose is to destroy Overwatch and everything it stands for."

The way she's talking. It's so familiar. Where have I heard that pattern before?

"I serve Talon and its goals without second thought. But most importantly, I serve Dark Flint Silver. He shall bring order to the chaos of this world."

"Flint! This is his brainwashing technique!"

"Destruct code: Odette, Gamma, Widow." Blaze tapped his chest, activating his armor to protect Talon sniper rifle exploded and sent Tracer flying into her girlfriend's grave.

"Aw, rubbish," the adventurer groaned. She pulled herself up and heard an ominous buzzing noise. Tracer looked down at her chest and saw her chronal accelerator glow and shake violently. "That's not good."

"Tracer!" Blaze teleported to Tracer and placed his hand on her accelerator. "Just hang on."

"Not so fast!" Talon's best sniper launched her grappling hook at the two Overwatch agents, grabbing onto Tracer's chronal accelerator. "All Talon agents, converge on my location!"A burst of light surrounded the three as seconds later, they disappeared.