Conflict. As the world tethered on the brink of anarchy a new hope arose. An elite international task force, charged with ending the war and restoring liberty to all nations. Overwatch. Soldiers. Scientists. Adventurers. Oddities. Guardians who secured global peace for a generation. Under its steadfast protection the world recovered. And today, though its watch has ended, its sowing ideals of freedom...

"..And equality will never be forgotten!" Tracer spoke to the young crowd of kids that were sitting around her. She gave them all a cheerful smile and they just cheered at her speech.

"Whoa! Cool!" a little boy in a blue shirt spoke.

"I cannot wait until I can join!" a girl in a frilly dress spoke up. Tracer waved her hands to tell them to settle down.

"Now now, yer time will come, luvs!" She stood on her feet lifting her arms giving them a thumbs up and a smile. The kids just stood and cheered.

"Alright class, settle down, Miss Oxton has to leave now," their teacher spoke up, but only to get boos and aws as a response from her children. Tracer waved the kids good-bye as she left their classroom walking down the hallway.

"How exciting!" she could hardly contain her excitement for the future of the world will be in the hands of the next generation. She noticed pictures and drawings of omnics and humans joined as one and it made her heart warm up. "These kids will change the world.."

You will change the world...

"What?" Tracer turned swiftly around confused where the voice she heard was coming from, but she saw nothing. She turned back around jumping immediately away as a cyborg was standing in front of her. "Genji!"

"I am sorry Miss Oxton" he said rubbing the back of his neck looking down, "I did not mean to frighten you, I promise." she gently punched his shoulder.

"Oh hush! Did ya finish talking to your class?" he nodded his head and pulled up his arm opening his hand to reveal an omnic and human little plush dolls. Tracer's eyes glistened at the sight of them, Genji picked up the omnic grabbing Tracer's hand opening it up and placing it in the center of her palm. He closed her hand gently around the plush.

"I will not always be with you, but here is a reminder if you ever lose yourself to the world," his words hit Tracer very hard and she hugged him tightly. "I will keep the human so I know to never lose myself when you aren't around."

"Oi.. You are so cheesy." Genji smiled behind his mask, they walked hand in hand down the hallway till they were greeted by the shining sun. "I think I lost track of time." She turned to him giving him another hug. "Ya better come back, luv."

"Do not worry. I will be back soon enough," returning her hug, minutes had passed it was time for him to go. He bowed to her as a small airship landed near the school. She just smiled blowing him a kiss, he took his leave as he jumped on the ship. Leaving her behind he held onto the doll as tight as he could. "I love you.." he said to himself.

He will die..

"Who said that?" She shifted her eyes back and forth, but there was no sign of anyone. She flailed her arms grabbing at her head, "Augh! Maybe I need some sleep." She finally reached one of the many Overwatch bases. She was greeted by many familiar faces she smiled and waved at everybody as she headed up to her room pulling out her key-card and sliding it to access the door. She looked around the room and noticed a white feather on her nightstand. She picked it up and lone cry escaped her. She missed him. She took out the omnic plush and placed it by the feather crawling into bed, she cried herself to sleep.

How does it feel to be Overwatch's poster child?

She awoke looking out her window noticing that it was dark out. Her tummy growled in anger she rubbed it softly. "'M sorry luv, lets get ya filled up," she walked over to her fridge pulling out leftover spaghetti heating it up in the microwave. With minutes passing and the lone sound of a ding she grabbed the bowl and a fork plopping down on her couch. She looked over and noticed a small blanket, she and Genji would cuddle up and watch movies on their days off. She smiled halfheartedly and grabbed it pulling it over her lap. Reaching for the remote to turn on the T.V. she is flashed with a bright light. Flipping through channels she noticed something immediately that caught her eye.

"Reports say that the infamous Talon mercenary, Reaper, has stolen equipment from an army base by Overwatch's Gibraltar.." Tracer's eyes widen at how close he was to the base. "No other information has been given to us at the time, but no one was able to catch him in time. Here is what Overwatch had to say;" Winston appeared fixing his glasses as he held the mic close to him, Tracer couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him. "It is under investigation. We will not let this slide. I have many of our officers coming over here to watch a close eye. It will NOT happen again." She smiled at his response taking a spoonful of spaghetti putting it in her mouth, her delight turned bitter as she felt talons dig into her shoulder.

"Well, well, well," Tracer felt as if she was about to choke as she turned around slowly. "Infamous is such a harsh word," a voice that clearly belonged to a man rasped heavily. Tracer gasped at the sight of Reaper in her room. "My, what do we have here?" the masked man walked over to Tracer's nightstand picking up the omnic plush with his left hand and the feather in his right hand. Tracer jumped up placing her bowl on the coffee table, blinking over to the man taking the items away from him. "So.. I guess you guys are still a.. thing," his masked formed as if he was raising a brow at the woman.

"Why are ya here?" the young woman demanded, and he slowly walked away from her placing his talons on her couch. He began to slowly dragged them along side the back and Tracer's eyes never left him. "Answer me Gabriel!" she yelled and he stood in place.

"I just wanted to visit my favorite person in the world," he turned around looking over Tracer's body, "You have grown up so well." Tracer finally felt impatient as she slammed her hand down on the back of the couch.

"Why are you here!?" she yelled at him once more, but he didn't take too kindly to her aggression as he grabbed her by her waist and pushed her back onto her bed. He made sure that she was not able to get up as he pinned both her arms down. "Get off me!"

"Such a rude child," he looked down at her pants, "Maybe I should teach you some mann-" Tracer put all her strength in one punch that landed a direct hit on his masked cheek. His mask began to crack as he backed away. Tracer gathered herself pouncing up on her feet. "Nice shot. I taught you well." He grabbed his mask, taking it off slowly to reveal a very scarred up face. She looked away from him as she walked back to her couch and plopped down.

"You need to leave."

"Why?" He sat next to her.

"I do not want you here.." She scooted away from him, but he got closer. He leaned into her face, but she turned away.

"Do you really want me to leave?" he whispered in her ear and she felt herself shiver.

"Gabriel.." She turned to him, he began eyeing her lips. "Please leave." His look shot up to her eyes, he looked angry, he stood up looking down at her.

"I want you to join me."

"Is this a joke?"

"No."

"What really makes you think I want to join Talon?" She stood up to the man.

"I do not want you to die."

"What do you mean die?"

"My job is to kill every single Overwatch operative that stands in my way. We want to fix the world in a different way," he raised up his communicator and a hologram began to play. It was of an omnic man and a human woman holding hands in their youth, growing up they become closer, and soon the world around them collapse. Tracer grew angry watching the hologram, but her anger turned to sadness as the human had to watch her lover be killed. "We need to rid the world of omnics, that is where peace will start."

"You clearly do not understand..." She walked away from him walking around her bed to a window. "Omnics and humans CAN live in peace.. but obviously someone like you, who has never loved, has never touched, never really felt would EVER understand." He looked at her eyes widen, but soon turned to a glare.

"You think I NEVER loved?" he marched over to her "You think I have NEVER touched?" his black mist surrounded him as he moved closer to her, eyes grew red. "You think I NEVER felt?" He reached out, Tracer unable to counter it quickly, he picked her up by her neck with his talons digging in her skin. "You will NEVER tell me my feelings. You got that?" his grip around her neck tightened. She struggled from his grasp, but there was no use. Her life was slowly fading away, she couldn't breathe anymore. He snapped out of his anger dropping her to the floor. "What..?" He placed his hand on his forehead, "What happen?" He looked down and saw that Tracer wasn't moving. He dived down to her and he noticed she wasn't breathing. He began to give her CPR and pumping on her chest. Few seconds had pass until he heard a gasp escape her lips. He looked down at her placing his right hand over his right eye. "I don't know why I did that.. I don't want to hurt you.."

"Gabe.." she struggled to say as she placed a hand on his cheek, his flesh was missing showing only his teeth.

"I am sorry, Lena," Tracer shook her head, and he picked her up placing her on top of the bed. He turned to walk away but she grabbed him by the wrist.

"No. I thought the Gabriel I once knew was gone, but you are still in there, luv." She smiled weakly at the man she released his wrist as she closed her eyes, she needed medical attention immediately so he grabbed his cracked mask.

"Ok," he said under his breath as he walked over to the alarm in her room and pulled the lever. The silent alarm lured a couple of operatives into Tracer's room, but when they got there Reaper was already gone.

"Lena!" Winston pushed his way among them, eyeing over her body he noticed claw marks around her neck. He picked her up softly, "I need to get her to the infirmary immediately!" he ran out the room, jumping down the steps and swinging open the door to the infirmary. He placed her body gently on the bed. "Angela!" the mature blonde woman came running in she noticed the marks on her neck and began her treatment by placing a breathing mask over her nose and mouth.

"She needs to regulate her breathing again for a bit, but what are with those marks.. They only belong to one person.." she lightly touched her neck.

"Reaper must have been here."

Trying to combine some of the chapters.