They moved as shadows in the night, one by one flanking the sleeping giant and taking up position.

The apartment bedroom was dark, only slivers of silver moonlight cutting through a pair of window blinds provided illumination, but each of the Overwatch members could see one another well enough. They were but vague shapes in that darkness; the slim wiry outline of Tracer; the tall and austere posture of Pharah; the shapely curves of Mercy. At the foot of the bed, DVa made up the last of them, her smaller, athletic figure practically lost in the shadows. And in the center of them all, their target that night slept soundly: Aleksandra Zaryanova. The woman, 'Zarya' as she was known more commonly, produced the room's solitary sound: a heavy, deep breathing that lifted her covers up and down in peaceful rhythm. At the top of the bed, they could see the woman's head sunk into a big puffy pillow, the sharp twist of her pink hair resting against it. At the other end, DVa had peeled back the covers a bit and exposed the woman's bare feet. Otherwise, she was cloaked beneath the bed sheets; just another vague outline herself.

DVa, the youngest and most mischievous of the Overwatch crew, was quietly giggling under her breath as she poked a finger into the arch of one of Zarya's feet. "Guys, look how big these feet are!" She exclaimed to the others as she wiggled her finger, tickling the woman and taking great joy in watching her toes twitch. "So cute!"

"Hana, stop that," Pharah commanded in a hushed voice from her raised position atop the dresser in the room's corner. "Stop tickling her! We have to make sure everyone is ready before she's woken."

DVa rolled her eyes. "Um, yeah, pretty sure we're all ready, Fareeha."

"Just be quiet and do what I say," Pharah said as she raised her rocket launcher and took aim at the bed. "Is everyone ready?"

"Absolutely," Tracer called over from her place by the window. She was hopping from foot to foot impatiently. 'Waiting around' wasn't exactly a skill of Lena's. She eyed the long barrel of Pharah's cannon warily though. "Er… and you're sure that thing isn't loaded, right? It's awfully big, Fareeha." She chewed her bottom lip. "Bit on the scary side, too. Heh."

"It's empty," Pharah assured her with a grin, patting the launcher's barrel. "And it's supposed to be scary, Lena. It'll make our sleeping beauty here think twice about trying anything. She is supposed to be the world's strongest woman. A little fear could go a long way to taming her."

"Unnecessary, if you ask me," Mercy chimed in. The doctor stood by the bedroom door opposite of Tracer with her arms folded across her chest. She looked sympathetically down at Zarya's peaceful, sleeping face and shook her head reproachfully. "We should've approached her and tried talking with her first, Fareeha. This 'kidnapping' business… it's deplorable."

"Deplorable or not, Angela, my way is fast and safe," Pharah explained with a shrug. "And we need her off the streets now, before she does any more harm to omnic relations. You know that."

Mercy sighed. "…yes. I know it. Kidnapping her still seems wrong. We're heroes, after all. It pains me to resort to stealing a woman from her bedroom."

Tracer noticed DVa's wiggling fingers inching closer to Zarya's feet again. She flashed over with an activation of her chronal accelerator, grabbed the girl's wrist, and shook her head. DVa pouted her lips. 'You're no fun' her expression read. Tracer smirked and gave her a wink.

"Uhrrnn…" A groan rumbled from the top of the bed, and the big muscular figure beneath the sheets began to stir.

"That's great, Hana, you woke her up! Okay, everyone in position! Quickly!" Pharah commanded, training the barrel of her rocket launcher onto the target. "Mercy, lights!"

Zarya had been dreaming of her home; a little village just outside Siberia back in the motherland. In her dream, she was competing in a world class weightlifting competition. A spotlight shone down on her and a crowd of thousands cheered her on as she pressed a barbell over her head and her muscles bulged. She was smiling out at the crowd, soaking it all in when just at that moment, something grazed against the bottoms of her feet, tickling her and breaking her concentration. The barbell slipped, and just as it was crashing down on her, she groggily came awake. Her eyes were just beginning to come apart when harsh bright light flooded her and sent her squinting and pulling a hand up to shield herself.

"Wha…?" She croaked, getting an elbow under her and leaning up to a sit. "Who…?"

"Don't move any further," a stern voice demanded.

Zarya frowned and made her eyes adjust to the light. An intruder, clearly, had snuck into her room in the middle of the night. That lit a fire of anger beneath her skin. She was about ready to throw her covers back and charge whomever the foolish assailant was to crush them when she saw her 'intruder' was actually several intruders.

"What is this!?" She growled, sitting up straight and rubbing fists into her eye sockets. Am I dreaming? She wondered, but when she looked again, they were all still there. There was a young girl watching her down between her feet grinning, an armored woman up on top of her dresser with a massive cannon aimed down at her, and two others at either side of the room, flanking her carefully. It didn't take her long to realize who they all were, and when she had, Zarya's frown deepened and she grit her teeth. "Overwatch," she hissed, her hands balling to fists in her lap.

"Cheers, love," a chirpy voice with a British accent sounded in reply, and Zarya looked to the thin woman in the bright orange pants beside her window. She was immediately recognizable as Overwatch's 'Tracer'. Zarya remembered hearing she could 'move through time' or some nonsense. Tracer smiled and waved. "Sorry about this whole… erm, breaking in thing."

"What are you all doing in my apartment? Answer me!" Zarya demanded, pounding a fist against her bed in frustration.

"We're taking you in, Zarya" the wielder of the rocket launcher answered. Zarya squinted up at her and saw it was the Egyptian woman known as 'Pharah'; another of Overwatch's famed leaders.

Zarya scoffed. "Taking me in? What? You're arresting me?"

Tracer fiddled uncomfortably with her chronal accelerator. "Erm, not exactly, love."

Zarya looked from her back to Pharah and her frown deepened. "Then what? What is this? If you're not here to arrest me, then… what, are you kidnapping me or something?"

"If you want to call it that, sure," Pharah answered with a nod. "Either way, we're taking you in."

Zarya sent a dry, bitter, laughter at the girls. "And here I thought Overwatch was supposed to be 'heroes'."

"You're in no position to judge us, Miss Zaryanova," a blonde woman with a kindly face spoke up, prompting Zarya's attention her way. It took her a moment, but she saw it was Overwatch's medical expert, Mercy. "We didn't want to do this, but we know what you've been up to in your… 'free time'."

Zarya raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do you, now? Is Overwatch made up of kidnappers and spies then? Go on, doctor. Tell me what I've been doing."

"Omnic-smashing, mostly," the young girl down at her feet said with a bored shrug. She was instantly recognizable as the teenage Korean celebrity, DVa. For the briefest of moments, Zarya almost felt starstruck before her anger washed that away quick. She glared down at the girl. DVa simply tapped her fingers impatiently and blew a strand of hair our of her face.

"We know you've been hunting and killing omnics, Aleksandra," Mercy said, stepping cautiously forward with a hand raised placatingly. "You have much anger in you, that is clear. But you're actions are misguided." She smiled wanly. "There needs to be peace with the omnics in our time. And you're doing more harm than good."

"Every dead omnic is good. I won't hear it any other way," Zarya growled, raising her chin proudly. "And don't call me 'Aleksandra', doctor. I am Zarya to you. And you don't know me." She sneered at the women around her in turn. "None of you do, regardless of how much you may have spied on me like cowards."

"Then I'm sorry, Zarya," Mercy apologized. Her voice was soft and soothing. It almost quelled some of Zarya's anger, until she refused to let it. She tightened her fists to steel her resolve in being furious. Mercy smiled again. "You just have to understand, we're not here to hurt you. We want to help."

"A shame," she glanced around the room. "Because I'd love to hurt all of you. Now get out here before I do just that."

"Enough of this pointless banter," Pharah interjected with a roll of her eyes. "Listen, you're vigilante crap against the omnics is causing problems. For everyone. So we're putting a stop to it, end of story. Now, will you allow us to put you in handcuffs and escort you out of here? Or are we going to have to get you all tied up nice and tight and carry you out? Either way, you're not going to fight with us. Understood?"

It wasn't until then Zarya noticed Mercy had been slowly pulling out a length of rope from a satchel at her waist. Zarya swallowed a lump in her throat and felt her cheeks flush. The idea of being 'tied up' by a woman… and one that looked like the doctor did… it made her uncomfortable and tense. "No one's handcuffing me, and no one's 'tying me up' either. I thought you said you wanted to help? What sort of help is restraining me? Liars. All of you. Liars and omnic-lovers."

"We do want to help," Mercy assured her with a nod, taking another tentative step in her direction. "And right now, this is the best way we can. If you continue down this path, Zarya, the omnics are going to get the better of you sooner or later. We have to stop you. For your own health if nothing else."

Tracer inched nearer herself from the window, unsheathing a set of twin guns from holsters on her wrists. "You just stay calm and don't try anything funny, love, alright? We don't want to hurt you or nothing. I'm just going to take this off so there's no surprises." She carefully reached for the bed sheet and pulled it away. "…whoa," Tracer couldn't help but gape as the covers floated down to the floor.

Uncovered, Zarya was as imposing as ever. She was dressed only in a black tank-top and matching gym shorts that hugged tightly to her meaty thighs, showing off the muscle there beneath. Every inch of the woman's bare skin was rippled with muscle, in fact. From her shoulders down to her calves, she was nothing but strength personified. When she moved, Tracer was mesmerized by all the little muscles that flexed and worked together, and how her skin looked so soft and inviting. Tracer flushed and averted her eyes.

"O-M-G," DVa exclaimed, seeming not bored for the first time that night as she sized Zarya up and down. "She's… wow. You really do work out a lot, huh? Look at those thighs! Oh, and your shoulders! And… those little belly bumps! Super cute!"

Zarya blushed as all the girls stared at her uncovered figure. She'd been half-naked for most all of her weight-lifting competitions before the war broke out, but there was something unnerving about all these infuriatingly beautiful woman seeing her exposed in the personal confines of her bedroom. She pressed her legs together and crossed her arms down by her belly. "Stop staring!" She demanded, hating the way their eyes lingered on her. By then, Mercy had made her way right up to the side of the bed. Zarya leaned away from her defensively. "And you stay away from me! You are not…" she swallowed, even saying the words was difficult, "tying me up."

Pharah shouldered her rocket launcher just a bit higher. "Calm yourself down and keep your big mouth shut. I offered you a chance to walk out of here on your own free will in cuffs. You threw it away. So now you're getting bound, whether you like it or not."

Zarya faced her and scoffed. "I will not be 'shutting up'. And you wouldn't dare fire a rocket in this close proximity with all your little friends nearby. You think I'm a fool? That's nothing more than a bluff."

"Fire a rocket? No. But this things also packs one hell of a concussive blast." Pharah grinned and hooked a finger around the trigger. "You can find out just how hard it hits if you're curious."

"No, Fareeha," Mercy interjected, stepping between them with her hands raised. "That is not necessary. Miss Zaryanova is not going to cause any trouble." She faced Zarya with an imploring look. "Right?"

Zarya grit her teeth, looking between the doctor and the barrel of the cannon fixed on her. Would the woman actually have the guts to fire it down on her? After a moment of internal debate, she decided she'd rather not find out and simply nodded her head. "You can put your little cannon down. I'm not going to fight with you."

"Alright," Pharah said, lowering her weapon just a bit as a show of cooperation. "Then sit still and don't talk while the doctor ties you up."

Zarya's eyes moved to the ropes held in Mercy's hands and swallowed that uncomfortable lump in her throat again. She glanced up at the doctor, who smiled her little placating smile and nodded. It's no wonder they send this one to do the dirty work, Zarya thought as she slowly surrendered her hands to the woman. Make the nice one do the mean things. Clever. Mercy guided her hands around behind her back and knelt on the bed to bind her.

Zarya tensed. "Is tying my hands behind me really necessary?" She asked as binds fastened tightly around her, forcing her still as her movement was restricted. A little trickle of sweat broke out on her brow as she was restrained. Her hear quickened. Talking seemed difficult all of a sudden. "This is… it's ridiculous."

"You're pretty big, love," Tracer explained, holstering her weapons again now that Zarya was detained. "And you are, like, the world's strongest woman, right? We're going to have to tie you up about as good as a person can be. Nothing personal, you're just… heh, sort of intimidating."

Mercy finished knotting the binds on Zarya's wrists before looping a few more wraps around her chest and torso, above and below her breasts as well as her waist. Zarya tugged at them to test their secureness. The results were not good. She was bulky with muscle, and the tight ropes made it nearly impossible to move. Upon that realization, her cheeks flushed again and her awkward feelings from earlier returned in spades. She'd never been 'captured' by anyone let alone women like thse. She lowered her eyes, ashamed of her imprisonment.

"Tie those big feet of hers together too," Pharah instructed, hopping down from the dresser and leaning against her launcher as she looked Zarya over.

"What? Why are my feet being tied?" Zarya shouted, thankful to be angry again rather than awkward and ashamed. "This is just stupid! How am I going to walk with my feet bound together?"

"We're, regrettably, going to have to carry you. I don't trust you not to kick us or make a run for it any other way," Pharah answered. "And I told you to keep your mouth closed. Another outburst and we might have to gag you."

"I will not be 'gagged'!" Zarya growled, licking her lips and refusing to allow the idea of having them silenced enter her head.

"You will be," Pharah shot back. "And tightly. So shut up."

Mercy had DVa move aside so she could sit at the end of the bed and tie Zarya's feet together at the ankles. "Do you have shoes or sneakers nearby? I can put them on you and-"

Pharah shook her head. "No. Leave her barefooted. She'll be less likely to run outside and her kicks won't hurt as much if she manages to get those tree-trunk legs loose."

DVa clapped her hands together excitedly. "Plus we can tickle her if she starts misbehaving!"

Zarya frowned at the girl as a knot coiled in her stomach. She despised being tickled, and suddenly found herself wishing she'd worn socks to bed.

"No tickling," Pharah instructed with a shake of her head. "Grow up, Hana, really."

"Aw, no fun," DVa whined, pouting again.

"Where are you going to take me?" Zarya asked as Mercy finished binding her ankles, and started in on securing two more ropes above and below her knees. "How long am I going to be kept bound like this." She squirmed in her restraints. "I can't move. This is humiliating."

"Oh, see, we're bringin' you back to the-" Tracer began till Pharah nudged her in the belly with an elbow. "Oof!"

"You don't get to ask questions," Pharah answered instead. "You're our prisoner."

"Fareeha," Mercy said disapprovingly with a shake of her head. "It's okay, Zarya. We're taking you somewhere secure. You'll have to remain tied like this for a while, but we'll do everything we can to ensure you're safe, alright?"

Zarya's anger has slowly been building back up a crescendo since they'd bound her. The fact they wouldn't give her straight answers, even after she was all tied up and useless was infuriating. "You cowards," she growled, sending glares around at all of them. "Sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night, outnumbering me five to one, tying me up like this… you're all truly afraid of me, aren't you?" She made herself laugh. "Good. You should be. You think a few measly lengths of rope will hold me? My anger… my hatred for those precious omnics your group is so intent on making peace with… if fuels me. I will not be held prisoner by a bunch of weak little omnic-lovers!"

Pharah rolled her eyes. "Gag her big mouth, will you?"

But Zarya had barely heard her. Her anger felt too good as it washed away her awkward feelings and got her fired up. She jerked at her restraints and went on shouting, "If you think you've 'tamed' the great Zarya here tonight, I have some bad news for all of you! I will not be so easily broken, I will never be-mmnf!" From behind her, a cloth was abruptly pulled back into her mouth between her teeth, yanked tight until her lips were forced together around it. "Mmmmnmmmnn!" She grumbled indignantly as the gag was fastened in place, shutting her up.

"I'm sorry, Zarya, but this is for your own good," Mercy assured her as she knotted the cloth. "Please just remain calm and quiet."

Zarya was too furious to respond. She just stared blankly at the doctor, aware only of the tightness of her gag, the way it pressed into the corners of her lips and bulged her cheeks a bit, the way she had to bite on it like some bridled horse. She was excited with anger… or was it angry with excitement? It didn't matter: a fresh flood of rage had taken hold of her. "Ged thsh awf hff mme!" She roared, shaking her head and trying to figure out a way to get the damned gag out of her mouth. "Ayg thsh hff off mmy mmowph!" She sent furious look at all of them since she couldn't speak her dissatisfaction with the situation. "Hrrrrm!"

"Alright," Pharah said with a nod. "That should keep her nice and quiet for transportation. It's time to move her."

Zarya wiggled in her restraints again. Now I can't move or talk… how embarrassing. But the more she focused on the humiliation, the helplessness of her situation, the more that primal thing inside her grew restless. Between her legs, she felt a tenseness. It was certainly not something Zarya wanted to be happening, especially not at the moment. "Amn yoo arr…" She mumbled around her gag, regretting ever opening her big mouth in the first place. She looked to Mercy and used her eyes to gesture at the cloth, eager to get the damn thing out of her mouth already so her newfound 'feelings' might be reigned in.

"Shhhh," Mercy hushed her, putting her finger to her lips. That only made Zarya feel even more awkward.

"Let's grab hold of her and get goin' then, huh?" Tracer asked the group with a smile. "She's a… big girl. Going to need everyone working together to lug her out of here."

And so that was how they took her. Two of them on one side, two on the other, each tucking a part of her rope-wrapped body beneath the nooks of their arms to hoist her up and carry her off. Zarya never felt so helpless and ashamed. Not only was she bound and gagged, not only was she clad in nothing but her tank top and shorts, but to be carried about uselessly like some child… it was almost too much. She became painfully aware of the girls' hands on her body. She was sensitive to their touch, feeling every little grip of their fingers against her bare flesh. Mercy's soft hands were holding her calves and feet. DVa's smaller ones had a hold on her thighs. Pharah had the brunt of her weight, her torso tucked neatly against the woman's own. And behind her, Tracer's hands were around her shoulders. She glanced down and saw one was nearly touching the side of her breast. Zarya had to look away and take a breath.

And worse, as they carried her, their hands had to readjust from time to time, squeezing and groping at Zarya's muscled body. Each time they did, Zarya was unable to stave off the image of the women reaching out with those delicate hands of theirs and cupping her breasts, or—worse, somehow—reaching between her legs to work at relieving some of that tenseness. She squeezed her eyes shut, hating how vulgar this whole incident was turning her. It couldn't be helped, though. The woman were too beautiful; the sort she could only fantasize about as a teenaged girl back in the motherland. She realized then, bitterly and infuriatingly, she wanted them. All of them. She hated herself a little for it. They were his kidnappers!

When they got her out of her apartment, the cool night air swept over Zarya's half-nakedness, putting a chill up her spine. Thankfully, the trek outside was brief. She'd barely had time to survey the streetlights and the clouds above littering the black sky before she was being ushered into the back of an SUV. They shoved her into the open back doors at the vehicle's rear and packed her in tight in the middle of the leather seats. Once Tracer had gotten in on her left and Mercy on her right, the doors shut and locked her up inside between them.

Zarya could only wiggle her shoulders about after that, feeling the leather of the seats against the places on her back where her bare skin was exposed. Beneath her feet, the carpeting was soft against her soles. She glanced to Tracer, who offered a goofy grin and laid on her thigh. "You're okay, love," she said with a little squeeze. Zarya swallowed, but somehow the task had suddenly become difficult.

"I'm going to blindfold you," Mercy told her from her other side, and by the time Zarya had turned back to protest just that, a second cloth was wrapped her head, this time covering up her eyes and sending her into darkness. She groaned into her gag, but Mercy stroked her cheek and assured her she wouldn't be blind for long.

Zarya didn't know what else to do by then but nod her head. She was too helpless to do anything else, for certain. When the car started up and the soft vibration of the engine hummed in her ears and sent the ground shaking beneath her feet, Zarya cleared her mind to save her strength and actually found herself drifting back to sleep. It wasn't hard considering she was desperately trying to keep her mind blank to avoid any further thoughts about her captors and their frustratingly beautiful faces. The steady hum of the engine and the rumbling of tires over pavement played like a song, and before long, it had played her right into a deep rest.

She dreamed again of being back home, lifting weights in a public competition. This time, however, the weights were far too heavy for her right from the start, and she ended up getting herself pinned beneath them, helpless and unable to move. Her cheeks flushed with chagrin as a group of girls in the crowd watched on, laughing. Zarya focused on them and made faces out of the blur. They were Pharah and Tracer, DVa, Mercy. Zarya tried shouting at them but suddenly had no voice. The weights grew heavier; so heavy, in fact, they drove her right down into the floor. And when she was pinned down and helpless, that's when the girls descended on her, ripping at her clothes with their fingers and groping her flesh and, and…

Zarya's eyes shot open and she tried sitting up but couldn't, and for a brief moment she thought she was still in her dream. Then her senses returned to her and she realized she couldn't get up because she'd been strapped down in place. Her blindfold had been removed, but her gag and ropes remained, and now she was in what looked like a medical center. She had no idea how much time had passed since falling asleep.

"Mmmm…" She groaned, looking down the length of her body to locate the half-dozen or so straps crossing her legs and torso, pinning her in place. The table she'd been strapped to was at a forty-five degree angle, leaving her not lying down, but not standing either. She could only squirm around so much before the straps prevented her from doing any more.

The clack of heels against the tiled floor pulled her attention to the side of the table, where Overwatch's blonde, pretty doctor was striding forth. A pair of glasses were perched on the thin bridge of her nose now, and she held a clipboard between her hands she seemed to be reading from. All around them, the quiet, mechanical motion of the medical equipment whirred and hummed.

Mercy glanced up from the clipboard as she neared and smiled. "Oh, you're awake. Very good." She tapped a finger to the board. "And you're very healthy, too, Miss Zaryanova. Even better news. I hope you don't mind. I ran some blood work and other tests on you while you slept. I had to make sure you were in good condition. I felt terrible about how we had to take you like that. We all did. It's not right to be tied and kidnapped, and if I'd had my way we wouldn't found a more diplomatic approach to securing you." She offered a sympathetic look before glancing over Zarya's body. "I must say, though, you are… quite the heavy sleeper. How do you feel?"

"Mmf" Zarya grunted with a frown, she moved her eyes towards her mouth and barred her teeth around her gag, reminding the doctor she couldn't say a damn thing.

"Oh, right!" Mercy put a hand to her brow as her cheeks reddened. "I still have the gag in your mouth. I'm so sorry. Here, let me help you with that so you can speak again." She set the clipboard aside to reach around the back of Zarya's head and loosen the cloth enough to pull from between her teeth. It hung limp from around Zarya's neck. "Is that better? I do apologize we had to muzzle you like that."

"You put that gag in my mouth, doctor," Zarya growled, licking at her lips and flexing her jaw now that she had free movement of it again. It felt great not to be silenced, if for no other reason than talking was a good way to forget just how infuriatingly exciting her kidnapping had been. Looking down at her strapped body, she felt completely controlled. She took a breath to avoid perverse thoughts.

Mercy straightened her posture and nodded. "So I did. It was for your own good, however, I assure you. You would've talked Pharah into getting angry. Miss Amari has a bit of a temper sometimes, unfortunately."

"Temper?" Zarya laughed bitterly, reaching for anger to clear her head again. "None of you know what a temper looks like.. not yet. When I get out of these restraints, you'll know though. I promise you that."

Mercy sighed. "I believe you. Hence why you're still in restraints. I'd rather not have you bound like this, but… well, you're very intimidating."

Zarya rolled her eyes and glanced around the medical center. It was empty, save the two of them and the endless rows of computers and equipment. All the lights but the one above her table were off. "What do you really hope to accomplish by kidnapping me and bringing me here? If I'm so 'dangerous' to your pathetic little peace movement, why not just stick me behind bars and be done with me?"

"We don't want you in a jail cell," Mercy explained calmly. "We want you on the team, Zarya. We want you to be a part of Overwatch."

"Overwatch is dead."

"It was. We're… resurrecting it."

"With omnics?" She asked; she even hated saying the word omnic.

"With heroes," Mercy countered.

Zarya glanced down at her restraints. "Yes. I can see your actions are… very 'heroic'." She writhed against her binds a moment before fixing the doctor with a desperate look. "Listen, if you untie me… I won't hurt you. That storage closet over there? I'll put you inside and lock you up in it. You won't see me again."

Mercy crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh? And what will you do to the rest of the staff and members of Overwatch here on base if you come across them in your daring escape?"

Zarya held the woman's eyes. "That would be between them and I. You'd be safe. That's all you need to know. Now… untie me. Please."

"A tempting offer, Zarya," Mercy said with a gentle smile, "but one I must refuse, unfortunately. You'll have to stay prisoner here a little while at least, till we're sure you can't be convinced we're the good guys."

"Argh," Zarya groaned, letting her head fall back to the table. "You're no use. Just as cowardly and worthless as the rest of them."

Mercy was quiet a moment before asking, "Do you want some water?"

Zarya raised an eyebrow. She was thirsty, there was no denying that. In her delicate little hands, Mercy held a bottle of water. It looked delicious.

"Here," the doctor said, unscrewing the cap and holding it to Zarya's lips. Zarya graciously accepted it and downed nearly the entire bottle. A bit of water trickled down from her mouth when the bottle was pulled away. Mercy used a soft cloth to dry her, patting down her chin, neck, and chest just above her breasts. There, Zarya's skin came alive with a tingle and all at once, her excitement was awoken. When Mercy noticed Zarya staring at her with a strange expression, she quickly removed the cloth. "Sorry."

Zarya swallowed a lump in her throat and quickly changed the subject. "I don't, erm… never mind. Now what? You've ran your 'tests'. What are you going to do with me now? Do I have to stay strapped to this table for the rest of the night?"

"No, of course not. I'm just going to go run some things by Pharah and some of the others. Then we can see about getting you moved to more… comfortable quarters."

"Good. Then go. I'm sick of being tied down to this table."

Mercy nodded before reaching for the cloth around Zarya's neck.

"What are you doing!?" Zarya snapped, craning her neck around to try and avoid the cloth. "I don't want the gag put back in! You can't keep me from talking! I have rights!"

Mercy twisted her lips sympathetically. "I agree, but Pharah's orders were-"

"Leave it off," Zarya growled. "I'm perfectly capable of keeping my mouth shut of my own free will. I don't require a gag."

Mercy shifted from foot to foot uncertainly. Her hands moved behind Zarya's head, and with a sigh she untied the cloth there and pulled it away. "Alright. You've cooperated with us, we should cooperate with you too. No gag. But you have to be quiet, alright?"

Zarya breathed easy. "Yes. Just keep that thing out of my mouth and I won't make a sound."

"Deal," Mercy said with a smile. She stared at Zarya a moment before using her palm to brush a bit of stray hair from her face.

Zarya pulled away as if she'd been struck. The woman's hand was warm and soft and that was the last thing she needed to feel at the moment. "Don't touch me. Please."

"Oh, I was just-"

"I know what you were doing. I… appreciate it. But I don't want to be touched."

"Alright, Zarya. Alright. Cooperation." The doctor smiled, bowed her head, and then the clicks and clacks of her heeled shoes trailed out of the room and vanished around a corner.

For a while, Zarya only laid still, calming herself with deep breaths as she wiggled against the straps wrapping her up, desperate to find some way out of her restraints. Her eyes scanned the nearby equipment but found nothing of use. She looked down at the straps crossing her body and wondered just how secure they really were. After all, this was a medical center, not a prison. She doubted they ever had someone with her raw power held down. Of course, she was still all tied up beneath the straps, making the notion of gaining some sort of leverage to break free nearly impossible. No. If Zarya was going to get herself loose, it would have to be through sheer strength alone. She closed her eyes, took a trio of deep breaths as if she were preparing for a heavy lift, and threw herself forward. The straps strained against her effort, the table squeaking meekly beneath her. She tensed every muscle in her body as she pushed herself forward again.

One strap snapped away crisply, just above her breasts, and the rest began falling like dominoes. Each went flying aside in turn right down her torso until Zarya nearly tumbled right out of the table and onto the floor. Thankfully, her core strength was in peak condition, and she was able to right her balance and hop off the foot rests onto the floor while maintaining an upright position. A weaker woman might've collapsed.

Wide-eyed and eager to be rid of the rest of her bondage, Zarya scanned the room again. There was still nothing of use popping out at her. She looked to the door at the far end of the room and figured if Mercy had gone that way, her best bet was to head in the opposite direction. She glanced back over her shoulder and found a second door nestled into a shadowed corner of the room. She debated her plan of action for all of a half second before deciding it was the best one. Without delay, she got herself squirmed around in that direction and took off with a mighty hop.

As she bounced towards the door, her bare feet slapping against the cool tiled floor with every hop, Zarya could not help picture how foolish she must've looked; a once world-class weight lifter now reduced to hopping around like some little helpless bunny. It mad her mad, but the anger only further fueled her desire to be free. She hopped all the way to the end of the room, mashed the door release with her shoulder, and took a last look around before bouncing out into the dark hallway beyond.