A/N: So it has been a loooooong while since I've been on this. And after reading the "stories" I was working on before I decide to clear them off and start anew. So I decided to do some Overwatch, this chapter will be shorter than the rest because this will be more of an intro to see if readers will enjoy it or not. If you do enjoy it leave a review and tell me what you may want to see in the future.

Enjoy!

9/12 I am going to be putting up a chapter one revision. I didn't like how I portrayed the main character and wanted him to seem more humble and relatable. It'll be up soon though I swear! Being a senior in high school makes my schedule freak out a lot.

"I want that quarterly report by the end of tomorrow Joseph." My boss chided through the video call. Even though I had been quite adequate in my abilities as a mechanical supervisor, Mr. Rucker tried to treat me like an incompetent subordinate. "Yes sir, I'm just revising any mistakes I could've made. I'll send it to you when it's done." I replied, without another word he hung up the call and I gathered my things to go home. I like my job don't get me wrong, but the management here is horrible. It's either that I'm always working overtime to pick up slack or I get treated like shit. No matter, I have more important things to do.

I decided to walk home instead of taking the bus, it was safe enough in Numbani to where I didn't worry much. "Hey Joseph!" The familiar voice of an Omnic yelled from behind me. It was Reg, he's a good friend of mine and a co worker, "Hey Reg, you and the other guys going to the bar again?" I asked as we exchanged a manly hug, or as close as you can get with an Omnic. "Yeah we are, I saw you walking down the street and wondered if you'd join us tonight. Alexi is picking up the tab tonight." He pointed over to a small group of guys that I've seen working at the tech company where I work. Reg was the only real friend I had and I'm not entirely keen on new faces, "Thanks but I'm gonna just go home, I'll see you tomorrow alright?" I said, "Very well." He said and patted my arm, "Sooner or later you're going to have to make more friends than me. You know I'm right." I nodded and he walked back over to the others.

I finally reached my apartment building and took the elevator to the 4th floor where I lived. I hadn't even finished unlocking the door when someone on the other side tried to eagerly open it, I couldn't help but smile. "James, let go of the door so daddy can get in ok?" And with that the knob stopped wiggling and I walked into my dark apartment, it must have been 2 o'clock in the morning. Way past my son's bedtime. I turned on the light to see my son in his Overwatch themed pajamas holding a stuffed "cute" version of the Overwatch agent Winston. He yawned and rubbed his eye, "But I was waiting for you, mommy fell asleep before she read me my story. Can you please read?" I set my keys in a bowl next to the door and escorted James to his room. I found his favorite story and sat down on the end of his bed, it was about Overwatch and the first Omnic crisis. I was not part of the initial crisis but I was the mechanical wiz of a military operation that worked closely with its agents, but that was 7 years ago when Overwatch started to become under fire for some outrageous claims of corruption.

I didn't get done with the first page before he had finally passed out, I quietly closed the book, tucked my little trooper in, and sneaked out of his room to my bed. I saw my wife sound asleep and still in her work clothes, she was a 5th grade school teacher so seeing her sprawled out on the bed exhausted wasn't surprising. I stealthily took off her shoes and put the blanket over her, then gathered my things for a shower. I decided to be quick since I stayed at work late again and wanted to get some much needed sleep. After the quick shower I went to the mirror and wiped off the steam which condensated around it, examining the features on my face I saw that my scar. A war wound, some shrapnel from an RPG caught the left side of my face; I can see fine there's just a scar over my left eye that travels from my hairline to my jaw.

While I was looking in the mirror, seeing that scar, brought back memories I would've liked keep buried in my subconscious.

I returned to my bed to see that my wife had stirred some and gotten deeper into the covers. Slowly I sneaked to my side and slid into the soft, cool sheets, Shae was her name. She lazily opened one eye to see if it was me and then slowly scooted closer so I wrapped my arms around her, "Hey," she whispered obviously tired. "Hey, long day?" I asked, she let out a soft groan which indicated "yes" and rolled over. I hugged her closer and fell fast asleep.

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"Get down!" My commander yelled from behind me as he threw me to the floor. Out of nowhere we we're attacked by a terrorist group of unknown terrorist out in Egypt while they we're escorting me to the local power grid. It had mysteriously deactivated, now I know why. Bullets and explosions were sounding all around us as we ran to the cover of a nearby home. "We need extraction!" I yelled into my radio, taking cover at a window and firing potshots at where I think they were.

"Hold on we're transferring you to a different channel stand by!" Command yelled back, "Transferring? What the hell do you mean transferring!?" I was greeted by silence as the enemy advanced on us. My pistol made a heart wrenching "click" as I had exhausted my last mag, we were already down 3 men and they just didn't stop advancing on us. "We need to-" my CO was cut off by an explosion that blew in the entire front wall. The debris knocked me into a corner under a table and trapped me under it, all I could hear was the sound of men yelling and gunfire and, pulse munitions? Those aren't standard military rounds what the hell is going on out there?

After a moment the gunfire stopped and the rubble around me started to be lifted off of me. I looked up to see a huge, heavily armored man with a hammer standing over me, as he threw the large pieces of rubble like it was nothing he yelled out in a thick German accent, "Over here! I have a survivor!" He picked me up and stood me on my feet, I couldn't quite tell but I think he was looking for any wounds. Another voice from behind me that sounded beautiful and angelic spoke up, "Let him go Reinhardt, I got him." Instantly my aching bones and throbbing headache subsided, I looked to see a tall blonde woman with robotic wings and some staff thing that seemed to heal me. I was dumbfounded, by the fact that somehow she was healing me and she looked absolutely beautiful. Wait a second, why does Reinhardt sound- holy shit. "You're Overwatch! Oh my God I'm such a huge-" a hand on my shoulder stopped me mid sentence. "I'm gonna guess this is your first time in a combat situation, isn't it soldier?" A strong, gruff voice echoed in the back of my ears. No. Fucking. Way. I turned to see Jack Morrison, The Jack Morrison, commander of Overwatch, standing right in front of me. "Um- well yes. I mean yes sir! It is sir!" I quickly saluted him, he gave me a smirk before continuing, "At ease soldier, we're here to make sure your objective gets completed. I trust you know the way?" Eagerly I responded, "Yes sir, the power grid is located at the east side of the village. If you can help me get there I should have it up and running in about five minutes depending on the damage." He nodded and then gestured me to lead the way, I turned around to start walking toward the objective when something crunched under my feet. I looked down, to see the lifeless hand of one of my squad mates; that was when I noticed something. "Was I the only survivor?" I whispered, a heavy armored hand rested on my back. I took that as confirmation, took a deep breath, and started walking to the objective.

After some time the blonde who I recognized as Mercy glided over to me and attempted to make me feel better with some small talk. "So, where are you from?" I looked to her and said, "I lived in New Mexico with my dad and older brother. I live in Numbani now with my wife." Her eyes widened, "How does someone such as yourself go from New Mexico to Numbani?" "Well when Pa died I lived alone with my brother but he started getting evolved with this Deadlock gang before you guy's did that big sting operation. He's in a maximum security prison now. After that I got as far away as possible. " She looked at me with confusion before shouting something in German and gliding back to Morrison, after a moment of walking through the quiet village he jogged up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Out of curiosity, what's your name son?" I turned to him and said, "Joseph, why sir?" "No, your last name soldier." I was about to speak up when a vaguely familiar voice behind me roughly said, "McCree, Joseph McCree. Been a long time, little brother."

My chest grew heavy and my fist clenched, through my gritted teeth I said, "Jesse, what the hell are you doing out of jail?" I slowly reached for my holstered side arm, "Don't even think about it," I could hear him slowly move towards his side arm as well, without a second thought I drew and spun around as fast as I could.

And fired.

WHAAAAAAT? Just kidding XD

This is going to be a short chapter fyi

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