Yuuna Aaron

Yuuna

34

Japanese American

Currently in London

Previously Blackwatch

The screen beeped, barely catching her attention as she dealt with her patient, pushing in the serum. She stood up and gave the screen a cursory glance, noting the message and moving to the next patient. She had had a lot of patients since the omnic crisis started again. She had thought, had hoped, it was over. She should have known.

She heard the whizz, then noticed the new patient on one of her beds. Then she saw Tracer stop.

"Winston, is that you love?" She asked as she held her phone to her ear. Yuuna looked up and looked over at the screen, if anyone had known where she was it was Winston. She walked over to the table and picked up a sponge as she listened to Tracer.

"Lena, tell him I am here too."

"Oh yeah, Yuuna's here too. She's busy though."

"I am not surprised, you just got hit by the omnics didn't you?" she heard as Tracer put him on speaker.

Yuuna sponged the blood off of the man under her and grabbed the tweezers, pulling out the shrapnel from his shoulder slowly.

"I'm going to apply pressure for a moment whilst I get the needle." she said to the man, placing her hand on his shoulder, stemming the blood flow. She grabbed the needle off the table, wishing that she still had the other forms of stitches, any of them would be better now, but they had run out.

She stitched the wound and turned to look at Tracer as she continued to talk.

"What your asking is illegal."

"That never stopped me before." Yuuna said as she walked over to Tracer.

"Hello Yuuna, how are you?"

"A bit run down, but hey, I don't think I've slept more than 5 hours in the last week."

"I am not surprised. How do you feel about forming Overwatch again? Someone needs to stop this crisis."

"I'm down to get the old gang back together." She said with a smile before she walked over to the patient Tracer had placed on the bed.

"Does your uniform still fit?"

"I haven't spent most of my days eating bananas and peanut butter Winston." she replied making Tracer laugh.

It was a week before she had enough free time to see anyone. The sleep she got on the flight to Sweden was the first sleep she had had in 2 weeks.

"-will be landing in a few minutes, please put your seatbelts on." the flight attendant said, waking up Yuuna. She sat up properly and looked around, pushing her dark hair out of her face.

"Wait, I know you." the person next to her said. She turned to look at them and raised an eyebrow. "You're Yuuna Aaron aren't you?"

"I am."

"You were an assassin from blackwatch."

"I was a ninja."

"Whatever, I wanted to thank you."

She raised an eyebrow and turned to face them completely.

"Thank me? Why?"

"I'm from Madrid, you killed the gang leader from my village. I would've been dragged into the gang as soon as I turned 11. But the gang disbanded thanks to you."

She sat there shocked for a second before smiling.

"What's your name?"

"Nikole Pueblo. But at the time I was Marcos Pueblo. I owe my life to you."

"Oh, don't say that kid." she said as she reached for the seatbelt and strapped herself in.

"What are you doing in Sweden?" Nikole asked as the plane started to lower.

"Meeting up with some of my old team." she said with a smile. The girl raised an eyebrow before whispering.

"You're reforming Overwatch?"

"No, I am not. The call was put out by Winston." she replied in as quiet a whisper.

"But that's illegal."

"We all know the consequences." she said with a smile as she turned to look out the window. "Wait, what are you doing on a plane on your own, you're what 13?"

"I'm 14, and I'm not on my own, my older brother is the pilot. I'm running away from my parents."

"Why?"

"They preferred their son Marcos, to their daughter Nikole."

Yuuna let out a puff of air and sighed.

"If you ever need help, come find me." she said as she felt the plane land.

They sat in silence before the flight attendant stood up and opened the doors. Nikole got up and walked out before Yuuna managed to get up, she was dreading going through customs. She grabbed her bag from the rack and started out the door.

She pulled the bag over her shoulder and counted the steps down before someone else noticed her. She was amazed when she reached the bottom. It wasn't like she was hiding, she was wearing normal clothes and her face was clean of any disguise. Honestly she was amazed that Nikole was the only one who had recognised her.

She entered the airport and wondered who would be there to pick her up, if anyone. If no one was there she would just go to the old base and wait there until someone came for her. She heard a set of footsteps stop behind her and had to stop her reaction, pulling the elbow to the ribs short.

"How's the leg?" a familiar voice asked as she smiled.

"Mcree." she said as she turned to look at him and lowered her arm. He smiled and tipped his hat.

"Hey kiddo."

"3 years younger." she muttered.

"All it takes is the word younger and you know that." he replied as he started towards the carousel that was slowly turning. She grumbled and followed him, grabbing her bag as it turned around the corner.

"I didn't expect you Jesse." she said as she grabbed it and smiled up at the taller man.

"I would pretend to be hurt, but I expected Angela to offer." he said as he offered to take her shoulder bag. "Want a drink?"

"That would be nice." she said as she followed him to the bar. She knew she didn't want anything alcoholic, she wanted to remember meeting up with the old team again.

"One scotch and what do you want Yuuna?"

"Um, just water please." she said, sitting down next to Mcree at the bar. The bartender poured her the water before giving Mcree his scotch.

"So, how have you been then Yuun, I hear your a doctor now."

"Yeah, well, I was before but now the stuff I was working on isn't experimental, it actually works."

"Yeah, though I have a question, why didn't you regrow your leg?"

"I kinda like the metal one." she said as she looked at her left leg, the light glinting off it.

"Fair enough." he said as she sipped her water before leaning against the bar. "You good?"

"I could really do with more than 2 hours of sleep."

Jesse laughed and took a sip of his scotch.

"Not surprised, have you slept at all for the last week?"

"Do half hour naps count?"

"You know they don't."

"Well damn." she replied with a smile as she sat up and drank the rest of her water. Yuuna smiled and stretched before getting up. "We should go, Jesse."

"Yeah we should. The others are waiting." he said as he downed the rest of his scotch, crinkling his nose and the taste.

"Please tell me you're not driving."

"You know, taxis are an amazing invention that lets people go from one place to another whilst drunk."

Yuuna stuck her tongue out at him and smirked.

"Alright alright." she said before leaving the airport. Jesse reached out and called a taxi, the man driving seemed to realise who they were and suddenly looked like he wanted to drive away, but Mcree already had the door open.

"Can you open the boot please." Yuuna asked as she leant into the window. The man nodded as Mcree got inside and sat down. Yuuna lifted her bag into the boot and joined him.

"Where to?"

"The Riviera Hotel. Please." Mcree said with a smile as he leant against the window.

They sat in silence for a while before Yuuna got fed up.

"So Jesse, what have you been doing since we left?"

"Oh, just wondering around."

"Still trying to find the best alcohol?"

"You know it."

"Any good ones?"

"There was this place in Singapore which did an amazing, I don't remember what it was called but it was good."

Yuuna laughed at that and the driver seemed to relax a little. Yuuna understood his unease, 2 trained killers in the back of your car would be enough to put anyone on edge.

"There is a bar, not that far from here, called Arsenalen. It does amazing food." he said, looking over his shoulder at them. Mcree smiled and replied.

"Been there a couple of times, would love to go again."

"I don't think I have, been too busy."

They sat in silence for the rest of the drive.

"We're here." he said as he stopped the car. They both got out and Mcree paid him for the ride before helping Yuuna with her things. She smiled and took her bag back from him as a voice came from within the building.

"About damn time you arrived."

She turned and looked at the man as he opened the door. She smiled as his face clicked in her mind, he was a bit more scared, and his beard was a lot whiter, but it was still him.

"Long time no see Torbjörn." she said before looking up and seeing the others that came out of the door.

"What on earth happened to your leg lass?"

"Me. I experimented on it." she replied with a smile as Angela walked over and placed an arm over her shoulder.

"Nice to see you Yuuna, or should that be Doctor Aaron."

"I was a doctor last time we met." she replied as she turned and smiled at her. "Should I call you Mercy, Doctor Ziegler?"

"Angela is fine." She replied with a smile as the others came out.

"You made it, finally." Tracer said as she ran up to her and hugged her.

"Hi Lena." she said before continuing. "How did that thing with Winston go?"

"It went well, thank you for asking." Winston said as he walked out and joined them.

"Hey there big guy." she said before walking over and hugging him. "Is it alright if I dump my things before we continue this, or-"

"No, we aren't staying here, it was just the easiest place to meet you. We're staying at mine girl." Torbjörn said before walking around a corner and then the sound of an engine filled her ears.

"If we had all met at the airport, it would have looked like something was up." Winston said.

"I know." she replied as the truck pulled round the corner. "I see some new faces, who else did you call?" she asked as the others jumped inside.

"The woman with the pink hair is called Zarya, she's from Russia and is a walking tank. The kid is called Hana, she's from South Korea, she is a mech pilot."

"She's a kid Winston."

"Like you weren't when you joined."

"I was 18. When I started killing for blackwatch."

"She's 19. She is a good kid, trust me, we're doing all that we can to protect her." he replied as she picked up her bags and walked towards the back doors. Tracer grabbed the bag from her shoulder as Mcree grabbed her suitcase. She smiled and sat down, leaning against Tracer's shoulder.

"Just like old times huh Yuuna." Mcree said, nudging her leg with his foot.

"Except in the old times we weren't being driven by a 4 foot nothing rage dwarf." she replied with a yawn. The angry swedish that came from the drivers seat made her smile. She heard Mcree laugh before she heard Torbjörn reply.

"I won't be driving you again if you don't close the doors."

She rolled her eyes and sat up, grabbing the handle and closing the door before sitting back down. She knew that they couldn't possibly fit everyone in the one truck, someone else must be driving another. The engine started and she fell asleep listening to the dull thrum.