Hey guys, it's TheGamingArtist here to present to you all a new story featuring the highly-popular Blizzard game Overwatch. Since I've seen the trailer I've had a bit of an interest in it.

Thinking of a story for this has crossed my mind on different occasions but I could never think of a good plot for it...until now. This story stars a brand new OC of mine.

As always, I hope you guys enjoy the story from start to finish.

With that said, enjoy the Prologue of Overwatch: Band of Heroes.

Prologue

It was a normal day in Switzerland and I just got home from visiting my grandparents. They lived about 30 miles away so I had to drive there but it was worth it. I'm always happy to see my grandparents considering they've always been there for me along with my parents. Especially since they're the only family I have here in Switzerland.

I was born and raised in the United States, of course living there with my parents. My name is Charlie Eagles, I'm a 19-year old recent college graduate who's staying in Switzerland to visit my grandpa Bennett and grandma Marie. I graduated at an early age because I was already taking college classes in high school.

When I graduated high school, I said that I wanted to go someplace out of town...out of state. The first thing that came to our minds was being with my grandparents in Switzerland since they were born there along with my great-great grandparents.

I guess you could say that I'm American of Swiss descent.

I was told that I could stay as long as I want and so far I've enjoyed my stay. My grandparents bought me a place so I could have my own privacy and such which I greatly appreciated. And if I ever get tight on money they'll provide for me.

Like I said, glad to have such amazing grandparents.

Walking into my house, I sat on my couch and exhaled slowly. "Sure was great seeing grandpa and grandma." I said to myself. Then I started to remember that I was forgetting something. After a few minutes, I realized what I was forgetting.

I forgot to buy groceries before coming home.

"Dang it. Well, the grocery store isn't that far so this shouldn't take no more than a few minutes." I said to myself. Getting up off the couch, I headed outside and started walking to the grocery store.

Walking outside in Switzerland, you got to see some amazing sights. No matter how many times I see it, it's always a nice view.

While I was walking, I came across a peculiar statue.

It was the statue of Jack Morrison, the former commander of the disbanded Overwatch.

Ever since I was a kid, I've been a huge fan of Overwatch. I mostly learned about them through research and such at museums and on the internet. There wasn't much to go considering the disbandment but I managed to get some info. And judging from the stories of Overwatch's heroics, the fact that they were disbanded. I mean they certainly did a lot more than the police. Now I'm not saying that they're all bad at their job but they couldn't do everything.

There were even protests against Overwatch, which then forced them to disband. But I'd like to think that they're no truly disbanded. More like...they're working in secret. Most people try not to talk about it out of fear but I'm sure they'd agree with me if I spoke to them about it.

And I even want to join them if I'd ever get the chance.

Though it seems very unlikely, I've still got my hopes on high.

Making it to the grocery store, I walked inside and got everything that I needed. After paying for it, I headed back outside and noticed that the sun was starting to set.

"Okay. I got everything done for today. Now I can go home and-." Before I could finish, there was a loud bang. It sounded like it was close to my house. I hurried there and as I got closer, the noise was getting louder. Once I made it home, I spotted two females shooting at each other.

One of them had brown spiky hair and goggles. Her clothes consisted of a brown coat and a orange-yellowish jumpsuit underneath. Her shoes looked awfully strange. They looked flexible and coolant but still looked strange. What was most odd about her was a strange glowing object on her chest. I didn't know what it was but I assumed that it must be important to her. She held two twin pistols.

The other woman strangely had blue skin and some kind of sighting gadget on her head. Her suit was purplish as well as her hair being a darker purplish. She had a sniper rifle with modifications that only a deadly assassin would have.

Her expression was emotionless while the others was full of determination.

It was pretty clear who I should be helping.

I rushed into my house and quickly set down my groceries. I then ran upstairs to my room and pulled out a suitcase from my closet. Inside the suitcase was my own set of dual weld pistols. Once I activated them, they gave a similar electrical reaction as the girl's pistols. "Alright!" I said as I headed back outside.

Now the battle seemed to be more in the blue woman's favor. I had to do something quick.

"Hey!' I yelled. She looked at me and I started to shoot at her. Though she didn't expect this, it didn't phase her as she quickly hid behind cover. The goggles girl also didn't expect this and quickly teleport to where I was. "What are you doing love?" She asked.

Her accent showed that she was British.

"Helping you of course." I replied. "Alright then love. Let's do this together!" She said. "Yeah." I said in agreement. We both rushed at her at the same time. She flanked her while I proceeded to shoot at her.

Surprisingly, she was doing pretty well against the both of us. During the fight, a voice spoke on her communicator.

Widowmaker! Come in Widowmaker!" The voice said. "Yes." She replied. "Have you acquired the device?" The voice asked. "I did, but unfortunately Tracer managed to get it back. I'm currently trying to recover it." Widowmaker replied. "Forget about it. Return to base." The voice ordered.

Widowmaker didn't exactly understand why she was called back when she could've taken it back but she obeyed her orders.

She smirked as she ran and leaped off the building. "Hey!" I said, starting to chase after her but she was already gone. "Just let her go love." Tracer said. "Alright." I said back. "Thanks for the assist love. I really appreciate it." Tracer said happily and gratefully. "Sure, no problem." I said. "By the way, nice guns." Tracer complimented. "Oh really. Thanks, I made them myself. Wasn't easy but I think I got it done in the end." I explained. "Well that kind of heroics is certainly needed nowadays." Tracer said. "Right." I said in agreement.

Then I decided to ask Tracer a question. It might sound like a crazy and maybe stupid question but it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"Hey um...Mrs..." I said uneasily. "Tracer but without the Mrs." She said. "Tracer...are you...a member of Overwatch or was?" I asked, still uneasy.

Tracer didn't look at me quizzically or anything, but she had a bright smile.

"Was a member of Overwatch...I am a member of Overwatch." She replied happily.

Hearing that, I was surprised, amazed, and excited. I knew Overwatch wasn't dead, I just knew it.

"Wow! Really!" I said surprised. "Yep." Tracer replied while nodding her head. "Whoa! This is awesome! I'm a huge fan of Overwatch! I just knew you guys weren't gone for good!" I said, excited to meet a member of Overwatch in person. "Heh, heh, heh, glad to hear it love." Tracer said happily. "Let me guess...You wanna join us?" She then asked me. "Y-Yes. If that's okay with you." I replied, hoping she'd say yes.

She hummed for a moment, thinking about her decision.

"I don't see why not." Tracer replied. "Thank you!" I said, trying to contain my excitement. "No problem love." Tracer said back. "So, any place you want to meet or something like that?" I asked. "I know a place. I'd be happy to write it down for you but I don't have a pen and paper." Tracer replied. "I have some in my house. Come on." I said, gesturing for her to follow.

She started to follow me.

It didn't take long for us to get to my house. Once inside, I put up my electrical dual weld pistols in my room. I then got some pen and paper for Tracer and handed it to her. "Here you go." I said. "Thanks love." Tracer said back gratefully.

She wrote down the address and handed the pen and paper back to me. "There you go love. Stop by here whenever you can tomorrow. Welcome to Overwatch." Tracer said before she started to leave. "Thank you Tracer. By the way, my name's Charlie Eagles. And I promise I won't let you or Overwatch down." I said with determination.

"I know you won't love. After all, the world could always use more heroes." Tracer said before she headed out.

I looked at the address on the paper and then walked upstairs to my room. I placed the paper in my desk and then changed into my sleeping clothes.

Getting into my bed, I started to close my eyes. As I slowly went to sleep, I thought about how I helped Tracer fend off Widowmaker. Maybe it was bravery or foolishness or both to call what I did but in my heart, I knew I did the right thing.

Finally going to sleep, one good thing was in my head.

I was a member of Overwatch.

Author's Note

And so ends the Prologue but starts the story. I hope you guys come to like my new OC and even enjoyed the Prologue. Though Charlie's blasters may sound similar to Tracer's, they really aren't and I'll go into more detail about them as the story progresses. There's still some stories to update and more to be published. Keep the love coming everyone.

This is TheGamingArtist signing off until next time.