Growing up, I was around a lot of..heroes. Reinhardt, Jack Morrison, Gabriel Reyes, Gérard Lacroix, Angela Zeigler, Jesse Mccree..real heroes. People who wanted to make a difference. They were Overwatch. My mother, Ana Amari once held the rank of captain amongst her colleagues. She always told me to never be a soldier. I never listened. Even after all the terrible stories and deaths I'd faced from the Omnic war...I still chased her into combat. Into war. Into death.
Explosions pound Reins shield as I fall, rolling into protection. Blood leaks out if the Raptora suit, and I take a large breath of air. It could be my last. Widowmaker smiles at me coyly from a building on the other side of Rienhardt's shield. She'd almost got me too, the bastard. Shot me clear out of the sky. My mother was right about much of an easy target I am. "Hold fast, little Amari! Help is on the way!" Rienhardt's voice boomed loudly, followed by his seemingly never ending laughter. I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder, which scared me more than I'd like to admit. I turn to face Angela- or Mercy. She smiles at me, her staff firing up, and I feel the nanotechnology course through my soul, repairing my wound. "Oh you're fine." Mercy said, her gaze friendly as she looked at me. The eb of combat never seemed to affect Mercy, which always made me sort of jealous. How brave she was, how beautif- Focus. I remind myself, snapping out of my dream state. My stupid crush would have to wait till later. "It's your second mission. Hell, why don't you stay with me? I'll keep you patched up!" Mercy offered, pulling me behind a wall with a yank, when Rienhardt dropped his shield to charge into combat. "Besides, I need a bodyguard." she said, looking at me softly. "I-I dunno. There's so much going on." I said, inexperience echoing through my voice. "I think I outrank you, Pharah. Watch my six. Double time, soldier!" Mercy said, a half serious Tone to her voice as she tried to be commanding. "Uh- I- Yes, Sir." I said, filing behind Mercy who'd broke into a sprint to get to Torbjorn, who sounded like he was in some trouble.
After the battle, the six heroes sat beside each other in the ship back to base, glancing around. "Your mother always hoped you'd follow in her footsteps." Mercy said, glancing over at me, and now I took in all her features. Her blue eyes. Her blonde hair, and sharp jawline. Her nose. Her nose. It was so cute for some reason, and Oh God- I hope I'm not blushing. "She did? Funny, she never mentioned that to me." I said, although my mind wasn't on my mother. Mercy nodded, glancing down, as I saw Winston adjusting his glasses from a distance. "Pharah, your mother was a hero to me. To all of us." He said, his calming voice echoing through the ship, and everyone seemed to nod in agreement. "You probably knew her better than me." I say in almost a sole tone, wondering where in the seven hells my mother could be. Just when I thought it was over, Jack chimed in too. "Your mother would have been proud of you.." He said, his scared lips forming a smile. "Well, I don't think you knew my mother that well then." I said, feeling sullen about my mother, who'd disappeared a few years back, after an Encounter with Widowmaker, being presumed dead.
In the morning, everything was gruesomely sore. Every muscle burnt with pain, and I couldn't pull myself out of bed. But then there was a knock on the metal door that closed off my quarters from the rest of the world. "Back into the fray.." I mutter, my feet meeting the ice cold floor. I stumble my way to the door, cracking it open to see Lena Oxton standing there happily. "Cheers luv!" She said, embracing me in a tight, quick squeeze. She was always so handsy, and it made me uncomfortable."Just checking in." She said, leaning around me to glance into my room. "Hmm." she said, looking at me, impressed. "W-What?" I asked quickly, glancing back into my room, but there was absolutely nothing of interest in it. "Ah, I just half expected to see Angela layin' on your bed. You two was making eyes all day yesterday." She said, but she actually had a serious edge to her voice. I felt my face burn up. "I have no idea what you're talking about." I said fiercely, staring at her. "But anyways, there's something I've been meaning to tell you. You're so lucky, Tracer. Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of joining Overwatch. Of being a hero." I said, admiring the girl who first inspired me to be who I am today. Lena tapped on my shoulder with a smile. "The world can always use more heroes!" she chimed with a wink. "I'll catch you around, Fareeha." The brit said, walking away with a wave. "See you in the air!" I call out after her, closing the door, and My thoughts instantly drained to the Swiss medic. "She can't be interested in me.." I say to myself, making some coffee.
Growing up, I never expected to be a hero. I guess I am now, though. There are others here too. Some wished to be heroes, and others were pulled into it. A threat is approaching. Talon threatens another war, and Overwatch could be the only one who could stop it. I am afraid. I don't wanna be a hero anymore. How my mother did what she did..I follow her into war now. Into death.
