Welcome to Overwatch.

Chapter One:

Reformation

July 2016.

6 months after the destruction of Overwatch.

1 year after the supposed destruction of S.H.I.E.L.D

Washington D.C.

He walked among the ruins of the Triskelion, former headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D, later Overwatch, he wasn't surprised that U.S. government hadn't cleaned up this place. He was considered dead after all, presumed to be deceased after what happened in Switzerland six months ago. Most of its members have left or either been killed in action, Snake and Reinhardt had both underwent surgery to reverse their aging, Chris was at Cornell, Sly had returned to the Assassin Order, The Avengers disbanded and Thrall had gone back to Orgrimmar to resume being Warchief. He was John Morrison, known today as "Soldier: 76" presumed dead. The world needed new heroes after what happened with Nick Fury, and he was the key to the keyhole.

Cornell University, Ithaca New York.

A nineteen year old man was walking on the campus at night, simply known as Chris, better known as "Pliskin" was formerly an adventurer, living in Lion's Arch, later Stormwind, he was no initiate to combat. The Battle of New York, The Invasion of Magumma and The Civil War, and more than many operations as recon. He had walked back to his dormitory, still managing to keep his contacts with the Assassin Order. Pliskin walked in, opening his door revealing two men, one in a visor and one in a military uniform. He grabbed a sword that was hanging on the wall, a display piece, but not tangible 1796 cavalry saber.

"You! And oh, Reinhardt, you've gotten younger."

Pliskin said, in disbelief.

"And Morrision, do you know how hard it is for me to lie about your "death"? I can't handle six or seven students following me around about Overwatch anymore."
"Chris, I'm sorry. I have only could of asked for more but-"

"I burned everything you left to me and Rytlock. I did everything you asked of me and now what, come back to Overwatch? I'm in an Ivy League school god dammit!"

Pliskin replied to Morrison.

"We've arranged for you to stay at this school, but as a sort of spectre."
Reinhardt said in his thick German accent.

"Now what, I'm not going to easily cooperate, and where are you going to take me now?"

"First, we're going to send a message to Q, then probably he would inform other living members. Then you and Reinhardt are going to have to recruit new members, we can't have everyone that was in the old Overwatch back."

Morrison said as he booted up Pliskin's computer.

Pliskin then sat down at his desk, his computer fully booted up, he then composed an email to Q stating that Overwatch was back. He thought about it for a moment, then he sent it.

London, England.

Q was hosting a small gathering at his flat, James and Eve Moneypenny attending. He was on his laptop, looking at current events on Yahoo when an eMail notification came up, directing him to spread the message to anyone that was near the vicinity.

"What now?"

James said to Q.

"Apparently Chris is saying that Overwatch is active again. He wants us to notify anyone else near us at this moment.

"You've got to be joking."

James replied.

"I'll get Tracer, Bond, get the Frye Twins and Sly."

"Whatever you say, Miss Moneypenny."

She grinned at James, getting her coat from the coatrack and heading downstairs into her car. Q had decided to send a text message to Solid Snake, who then called others, spreading the message.

"Now what?"

"Pack your things, we're heading to New York City by helicopter."

Reinhardt said, tossing him his Ivory Sauer 38H which he previously used in combat.

The three of them covertly left the building, trying to not make any noise in able to reach north-west of Bradfield Hall without triggering any incidents. It was cold too as well, with Pliskin only wearing a navy blue jacket with dark grey cargo slacks, similar to what Sly used to wear. Even in the middle of July it was still freezing cold, the clouds covering the moon and the sound of gushing water crashing down was normal to him. The sound of boots clamoring against the ground echoed as the three ran across the main campus to a grassy plain northwest of the main hall.

"What now?"
"Look up."

A specifically designated AgustaWestland 101 helicopter suddenly appeared out of the jet black sky, blending in with the sky above silently touched ground near where they held their ground. A black clothed man with an eyepatch over his right eye stepped out of the helicopter, signifying the pilot to shut the engines down.

"You son-of a-!"

Pliskin said in anger, preparing to shoot the man.

"Colonel Reinhardt, Captain Morrison. It was necessary to fake my death, along with Colson's Pliskin, and somehow you'll understand. I'm surprised that you all actually managed to get this far without requesting assistance."

Nick Fury said.

"I want to know something, and I want it now, why are you still standing here?"
"Nanomachines son, Nanomachines. Those things will help you in any way possible, right Reinhardt?"

Nick Fury replied, with Reinhardt saluting and Pliskin grumbling to himself, putting away his gun.

"Now I all need you to do me a favor, get in the helicopter and we'll continue he conversation midway."

The three of the agreed, stepping into the chopper one by one, Pliskin turned around one more time to see the campus that he was departing, returning to another life after another. He glanced back into the cabin of the chopper, noticing how roomy it was and the red light was the only thing that made the cabin visible. He decided to sit down next to Reinhardt who gave him a pat on the back. He, Reinhardt, Rytlock, Sly and Arno Dorian were all once part of Overwatch's 2nd Blackwatch Unit. He still had great memories working with them, yet he had to lie about the truth, spilling ink over the details of what he saw and what he did.

"We're restarting Overwatch. With The Burning Legion forced back into slumber and the Daedric Princes quelled back into their own planes, terrorist groups have recently sprung up again in the midst of things."

"What about London and WarWolves? What happened to Doctor Jones? What else haven't you told me or have lied to me Fury?"

"I cannot answer that unfortunately, the world's a smaller place now without Overwatch or S.H.I.E.L.D."

Nick Fury replied to Pliskin's spontaneous questions.

"I still can't forgive you for what happened to Quiet and Scarlet Witch. You just left them to die after the Civil War and still you don't give a damm about them both."

Nick Fury defiantly refused to answer Pliskin's comments about him, while Reinhardt silently whispered something into his ears with himself nodding. Morrison had been quiet throughout the helicopter ride, not wanting to get himself involved in what had happened over the past six months. He was grateful enough that the ride wasn't that turbulent or that the cabin had decent lighting but, what the hell.

"Where are you taking me again?"

Pliskin said, questioning once again.

"New York City. New York City."

Morrison replied, breaking the shroud of silence that had been covering him throughout the past journey.

North Salem, New York

A much younger Solid Snake, or David as he went by now was sleeping in his Quarters at the X-Mansion, grateful enough that Charles Xavier had allowed him, Otacon, Meryl, Johnny and Sunny take up temporary residence before they moved down to Washington D.C. Sunny was still awake to this point and was downstairs playing video games with Kitty Pryde and Logan closely watching them both. She looked up to Kitty as an older sister with Kitty looking to Sunny as a younger one. It was still one A.M where they could hear the faint noise of a helicopter whisk past the mansion and congruently, a knock was heard at the door. Suspicious enough Logan gestured to the both of them that he would open the door, being the first line of defense for the teenagers. He opened the door and standing outside was a suited man, neatly dressed in a charcoal grey, three piece suit with a blue tie.

"Uncle Tony?"

"Hey Sunny!"

Sunny ran up to Tony Stark, giving him a hug.

"Is Solid Snake still living here along with Otacon and Meryl?"

"I'll go get them Tony."

Kitty said to Tony, waving a bit to him.

"Logan, we need to talk."

"It's not about this Overwatch business again right? Like I said before, I moved on. I have a happy life right here right now, you can't break me away from it."

Several moments later, Meryl, Snake and Otacon quickly shuffled down the central staircase and walked into the living room.

"Tony."

"Meryl."

Meryl and Tony embracing for a few moments before all of them began to sit down.

"We need to talk. We want all of you to join a reformed Overwatch."

Snake sighed, after going through age reversal to recode his DNA to reverse his Werner's Syndrome, he now was around his thirties again.

"What do I get out of it ?"

Asked Snake and Logan.

"Answers."

Tony simply responded.

"You'll both get answers to what we know what you're looking for."

The door also opened up, with more people coming in, Q, Moneypenny, Bond, The Frye Twins, Arno and Elise, Sly, Tracer, McCree and Hanzo entered the building.

"You see, we've rebuilt the force already. So shall we begin?"
"I'll go, but I want to talk about this more in depth later on."

Tony said, signaling for escorts to come in.

Several armed escorts gestured for the group to enter three bulletproof limousines parked outside the mansion. Charles Xavier looked outside from the door with Logan gesturing to him before he closed the door to the limo while Charles and Hank McCoy closing the door to the mansion.

"You know Sunny, I don't know what we just got ourselves into now."

"I think this is the dawn of a new beginning to us and to the world Logan."

Sunny said to Logan, pointing to the sunrise that was rising ahead.

New York City, New York

7 East 10th Street

Temporary Overwatch Headquarters.

"It's seven in the morning."

The helicopter had landed on the roof in what seemingly looked like a normal apartment complex with a small garage located on the back. It wasn't incredibly tall but it was tall that it rose to prominence in the city. The four of them entered a stairway that contained ten floors before it went to ground floor. At the same time the group entered the elevator, three limos parked near the building and out came sixteen people who glared at awe at the New York skyline with the Empire State Building and Stark Tower dotting the sky. Reinhardt, Morrison, Pliskin and Nick exited the elevator and entered a room with multiple desks and doors leading to other rooms. A handful of people were busy at work in the main atrium.

"Welcome to the new Overwatch."

Nick Fury said, before walking into a room on his left.

"We recently dug new tunnels underneath New York for the sole purpose of rebuilding S.H.I.E.L.D, yet when Overwatch was destroyed we decided to use these tunnels as a temporary headquarters for Overwatch."

"This looks vaguely similar to the tunnels I've seen at the new MI6 headquarters Fury."

Reinhardt said while following Nick down a series of stairs that lead to an office room with about twenty chairs or so.

"Now if you'd excuse me, I have some business to attend to above ground with some other people that you have yet to reunite or be acquainted with. In the meantime, General Thaddeus Ross will be taking over as Director of the SHIELD Overwatch Initiative. I take it that they'd have my head on a pike by the time they'd lay eyes on me."

Fury said, walking up a separate staircase in able to ascend to the surface.

"So my friend, how has things gone for you?"

"Nothing much, I'm currently on holiday since it's the summer, however I've elected to stay on the campus. How about you, anything interesting besides actual age reversing like Snake?"

"Nothing much also, I've been going on adventures with Rytlock, Thrall and Edward Kenway, sailing on the Jackdaw makes me sick."

A door opened and along came sixteen people; everyone from Jacob Frye to James Bond was standing in that room in that time.

"Well well. Speak of the devil."

James Bond said, hands crossed in front of his chest.

Everyone in the room was either shaking hands or discussing how their lives had been in the past six months. Sly was shaking hands with Pliskin, James and Moneypenny were talking with Morrison, and Hanzo, Tracer, McCree and Reinhardt formed an "Original Overwatch" group where they were all boasting about adventures during their time away. Coming from a doorway where Nick Fury had recently had exited from Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross appeared, walking firmly to the desk at the head of the twenty chairs lined up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Overwatch. You are now all under government moderation since the moment you walked through that door above."

"Great another registration act? Do licensed thieves like Sly, my sister and I now have to be monitored by every move we take?"

Jacob Frye said, pointing out flaws in the new system.

"Now before we do any major mission briefing or in depth explanations about how the system will work, you will be temporarily be split into four members by five groups into a flat up above."

General Ross addressed to the crowd.

"Welcome to the new and improved Overwatch. Feel free to look around while you're at it."

At long last Overwatch was reborn like the Demons of Razgriz. A new global peacekeeping force that has yet to be reckoned with, this was home. This was Project: Overwatch a new beginning for some, and a way of life for others. Warriors, Vigilantes, Robin Hood Criminals. A constant changing world needed heroes. And they were our answer.

To Be Continued in Chapter 2:

Tactical Strikes.