Yoooo So this is my first story and I ain't seen near none nada stories of two rocket launching soilders ready to take names so ima change that. I ain't gonna lie I'm slick doing this just for me but if you like it too then hey that's even better. Oh yea I did all this guy on my phone so I'm not how it's gonna look my b my b. Anyway enjoy the story. ;)
"Psychotic Patriot!"
"CUDDLING COMMIE!"
This shouting match of sorts was typical banter between Fareeha Amari and Jane Doe. The two soilders are recognized as the most devoted fighters for overwatch and the mercenaries respectively. However the two warriors share many similar aspects as pointed out by their teammates.
"Their loyalty and head-strong personality are something to marvel at."
"Their weapons are kinda the friggin same cause they both hurt like hell."
"Heavy likes seeing both helmjet-man and helmet- girl fly."
"Their flexibility in the battlefield is definitely something to watch out for."
All though the fighting style and courageous attitude is shared between the two, the underlining difference between the two soilders was what they are fighting for and how they plan to carry that out.
"How can you call yourself a soilder when your mind is clearly diluted of any sense of justice!? You are clearly delusional!!"
"BEING A SOILDER MEANS GIVING YOUR WHOLE SELF TO SERVE FOR THE GREATER CAUSE AND OWN COUNTRY , IT SEEMS YOU CLEARLY FORGOTTEN CONSIDERING HOW SOFT YOU ARE MISSY!!!!"
SOFT!?!?"
"DID I STUTTER!!"
The heated argument that usually escalated to a full-blown war zone was quickly diffused my the merc's own Texan engineer.
"Excuse me, I do apologize for interrupting yalls yelling match but we trying to have some peace and quiet before we are needed on another operation so can you both keep it down a little thank you." The humble texan left without an answer.
"Your such a pain." pharah retorted
"Why did Winston pair me in this room with this unstable lunatic in the first place, he is a danger to everybody including himself...wait, why should I care if he doesn't even care about himself anyway?." She thought
"I hear you complaining but not taking any action towards it. As expected of a softie."
"Even though this women is soft, she's much more explosive than her other comrades... ha ha explosive just like our weapons, mostly mine though."
They both stood in the room in silence. Both warriors just itching for a reason to berate the other. Another similar aspect is the warrior's strong pride. Both soilders carry themselves with respect and dignity... mostly pharah at least. With nothing better to do they sized each other up
Soilder was known to be a versatile fighter, able to fit into any situation making him adept at attacking or defending. What he lacks in pure mobility like his teammate scout he makes up with in rocket jumping. A dangerous feat that he mastered to reach high places and seek an advantage. But what really stood him out was his attitude towards battle. He could be outnumber 100 to one with a plastic spoon but he will stay his ground. This was one of the traits pharah respects.
" If he wasn't so idiotic he might be an even more fierce opponent...maybe even more fierce than me.. HA!"
Pharah was somewhat an egnima to him. She seemed soft as to having "lines we don't cross" or some bull like that but she could most certainly contend with him with a little help from her battle suit. Her rocket launcher and explosive expertise were most certainly nothing to disregard. Even Jane knows he should not underestimate her. James gaze a little to long at her casual wear of a sports bra and shorts that unfortunately did not go unnoticed.
"What are you staring at!?!" Pharah said, shocked and a little flustered.
Quickly soilder had to devise a clever excuse. An excuse that will save him and makes sense at the same time.
"Cmon soilder, you have single handily taken down nazis and BLU mercs alike with strategic planning. This should be nonthing!"
"Uhhhhhhhhhh your che—!" Before soilder could deliver an excuse he was punched in the eye by the Egyptian soilder.
"Your disgusting, what gives you the right to stare at my-
"Chestplate to your armor?"
"My what?" Pharah turned around quickly found her suit of armor right behind her. Pharah flushed and rushed to help Jane.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't kno—"
"It is fine I've been through worse, I must say for a softie you pack a good right hook."
"Atleast let me help you to one of our medics."
"Negative, I will seek medic on my own while you stay here and that's an order!"
"...understood." Pharah said defeated
"I will be back in one hour!" Soldier boldly stated as he left their room, leaving Pharah in her thoughts.
"Why did I react like that, he didn't even finish his sentence and I punched him just because of a loose assumption. Maybe I'm tired.. yeah that's it."
With her inner turmoil resolved she went to her bed to sleep off that minor incident, letting herself get consumed by slumber.
In the operating room was an experiment of unusual sorts for the medic of the mercenaries , also know as Dr. Ludwig, as he was putting the finishing touches on a new concoction.
"Ahh Wunderbar! This new healing chemical I've perfected will be able to heal our comrades at such a high rate that is far superior than me and Dr. Zielger healing the same target!" He laughed maniacally for a few minutes.
"Ahh gone are the days of me hearing—"
A resounding SLAM of a door followed by a bellowing
"MEDIC!!!!!!!!!"
The combined sounds from the soilder of the mercenaries caused medic to drop his concoction. Dropping five weeks of chemical balancing and trials. Dropping his only chance of peace. He quickly turned all of his frustrations and anger towards the source.
"Dummkopf!!! Do you have even the slightest idea of what you just done!?!? What in Archimedes name are you doing here anyway!!" Medic was fuming.
"Sorry to disturb you but I need medical attention to one of my eyes."
Medic was dumbfounded "You set me back weeks on my concoction just for an eye promblem!? Who am I, your mother!?!?"
soilder thought about it
"I don't think he wants me to answer that." He decide to keep quiet for his sake.
"Alright." Medic started calming down. "Now then, what happened to you anyway?"
Soilder opened his mouth to tell him what really happened but then thought of Pharah potentially getting in trouble began to surface.
"I PUNCHED MYSELF IN THE EYE!" Soilder exclaimed. Confident in his clever excuse.
Medic blinked twice " Alright soilder, let me rephrase my question. Who did this and why are you protecting them?"
Soilder was shocked but how quickly he saw through his excuse. "How did you know someone else did this and how do you know I'm protecting them!?!?"
"I didnt." Medic smugly replies. "But now I do, so who is the lucky perpetrator who is going to be my new vict- I mean so we can take this up with Winston and settle things like civilized men and an ape." Medic said a bit abruptly at the end.
"You always were sneaky at wordplay just like spy, but I won't tell you unless you don't tell anyone else about this maggot!"
Medic simply nodded and looking for his medi-gun. " Fine, I give you my word as doctor...kind off." He muttered the last part. He found the medi-gun and proceeded to heal Soilder
Soilder felt brand new "Thanks doc, now it was actually the soft lady I'm roommates with that punched me."
Medic proceeded to laugh until he hunched over. "Ho Ho your telling me vhat egyptian monkey gave you a black eye ho ho ha ha!?" Medic was on the ground in tears. He then looked back at Soilder who has not budged an inch.
Medic then stood back " Vait, your serious? What did you do to get her to do that? Isn't she usually all about justice and whatnot?" Medic waited for an explanation.
"There was a bit of a umm... misunderstanding." Soilder said a bit to quiet compared to his regular tone.
"Okay how..." Medic was beginning to lose patience even though he is technically a doctor. "Well you seem satisfied so be on your way, I have some res—"
"She caught me staring at her... chest and I was making an excuse of looking at her chestplate but she didn't let me finish which led to my black eye" He said all in one go.
"Hmmm... Interesting" Medic was a bit intrigued of Pharah actions considering how impulsive they were. "Well your all set, now get out for I have work to catch up on thanks to you, dummkopf." Medic said as he delved back in to his work station.
"Well thanks again doc and please don't tell anyone or you will feel the force of the red, white and blue!" Soilder quickly made his way out leaving the doctor to his devices.
Pharah woke up after a well deserved nap. It is as if all the tension and anxiety was washed away because of a little shut eye. Then she remembered the events which was the reason why she took rested in the first place.
Knock Knock
"Who is it?" Pharah knew it was not Soilder, he would've just barged in.
"This is mercy, may I come in?"
"What's mercy doing here? I don't think I am unwell mentally or physically?" she thought.
Instead of answering she proceeded to get up and open the door for Dr. Zielger. "Thank you for letting me in, I came here to see how everyone is accustoming to our new teammates so how are you and Jane?"
Oh
"Well, he's obnoxious, idiotic, crazy, and too damn stubborn!" Pharah needed to vent this frustration out to someone.
Mercy already read up on his mental state and expected this. Amari May have patience but there has to be a limit somewhere. She empathize with her
"I see well, where is he anyway? We have no operations or training today so I expected him to be here." Pharah was getting nervous. Should she tell her what happened?
"Doc, can I trust you to keep a secret?" Pharah pleaded.
"I don't know, can you?" Mercy then laughed at her own joke leaving an unamused Amari.
"Hmph, yes you can but if they start twisting my wings I'll talk." Pharah was relieved.
"Okay so, me and Jane were doing our... usual routine."
"Fighting like an old married couple." Mercy quipped.
"W-What?! No.. no not like that, I mean yeah but... let me finish!" Pharah knew her cheeks were burning.
"As you wish." Mercy was enjoying this too much.
"Well after Dell told us to keep it down, we started staring at each other and—"
"Then you both realized you love each other and lived happily ever after?" Mercy couldn't resist.
"DOC!!!" Pharah was now deeply flushed, it's almost to a point where she can melt an ice tray.
"Okay okay I'm done no more." Pharah glared at her and continued.
"Well after staring at each other for a few minutes I noticed he was staring at my... umm" Pharah stumbles.
"Amari... your a soilder who puts your neck on the line for every body and one of the strongest believers in justice, I'm sure some one staring at what you have shouldn't be that intimidating." Pharah shook her head.
"No that's not the promblem, he wasn't staring at my chest he was staring at my chest plate on my armor." She motioned towards her suit of armor behind her.
"Well if that's all good but that sill doesn't explain why he isn't here right now." Pharah then looked disappointed.
" That is because I punched him in the eye because I judged too quickly, so he went to find his medic to patch him up. I feel so ashamed." Mercy then enveloped her in a loving embrace.
"Amari, we all make mistakes from time to time. We can not always be the hero in every situation and the most important part is that you are sorry for what you did." Pharah felt herself getting encouraged by those words. Mercy sure knew what to say sometimes.
"Well thanks for stopping by and also he's not all that bad, he definitely got the mentality of a devoted Soilder although it is a little warped." Pharah then got the door for mercy and as she left Soilder was in plain view. They looked at each other for more than a few seconds
"Hello." She broke the silence first.
"Hi." He responded back
"Well, are you gonna come in or stand there?" Pharah replies
"Oh... I thought that after.. never mind it's not important right now." Soilder then walked in and flopped on his bed.
Pharah feeling uneasy decide to apologize once more "Look, I'm really sorry that I misjudged you at first, I acted irrationally and that kind of behavior is unacceptable. If you don't accept my apology I compl—"
"No, I am sorry for lying to you" Pharah was shocked and confused.
"Lie? How did you lie to me?" Soilder was hesitating at first but then continued. He turned to face her.
"You were right I was looking at your chest.. BUT ONLY FOR THREE TO FIVE
SECONDS NO MORE THAN THAT!" Soilder proceeded to brace for an attack. A punch, a kick, any form of hostility but was met with something suprising.
He was being embraced by her. The shared warmth was very comforting to Jane and Pharah. After a few seconds she let go.
"...Phar—"
"Goodnight Jane." She then went to lie down on her bed and not another word was uttered that night.
The two soilders were met with slumber after a tiring battle today with no clear victor. But the war has just begun.
First story hype!!! Yoo so there was zero to no Stories about this rocket launching duo so I decided start this bitch up. And the way ended it I might have to continue it regardless Oh and best believe this is not getting left unfinished :D