There were explosions all around him, gunfire echoed off the abandoned buildings and warehouses of Dorado from the Los Muertos gang that currently surrounded him. Hunkered down behind some empty boxes, he pressed his back against the crates and let out a soft sigh, the vigilante trying to focus on the task at hand. But all he could think about was her. The angel in his dreams that he had left behind when he had died. No longer was he the Jack Morrison she had known and loved, now he was just a soldier. Soldier 76. Trying to uncover the truth about Overwatch's fall.
The noises around him faded away as he recalled the first time he had seen her, just after the Omnic Crisis had ended. She was only seventeen then, the brightest doctor he had ever met, and the most beautiful. He was much older than her, that was obvious, but even then he couldn't deny that he was attracted to her. Her platinum blonde hair was short, wavy from her natural curls and he could tell she didn't like violence. Not like Gabriel, his best friend and partner. He liked her, too, a silent feud ensuing between the two for the girl's affection. Not that either would admit it, of course, they were much older than her and she was so focused on her work. Any opportunity he could see her, he took, feigning injuries just to be let into her lab and spend a little bit of time with her, watch her nose scrunch as she poured over some research papers for ways to cure his sore muscles. He liked to think she prolonged their sessions to spend time with him, too.
A bullet whizzed past his head and broke the corner of the wooden crate he was leaning against, snapping him from his reverie. His eyes snapped open from behind the visor and he growled, loading his pulse rifle with the helix rockets he had stolen from the Overwatch headquarters in Grand Mesa. Waiting for just the right moment, the shuffling of feet echoing off the alleyway in which he was hidden, 76 leaped out from behind the crate and shot the rockets towards the Los Muertos gang, killing two instantly and injuring the other three before he took off like a shot down a narrow alleyway to his right. Leaning against the wall, he peered around the corner to see two armed men walking towards him, their guns raised as they searched for the vigilante that was slowly decimating their squadron.
He waited until one passed by and grabbed him, a gloved hand clamping over his mouth while he shot the other in the back, twisting his arm to snap the neck of the one in his grasp. Mercy would never have approved of this approach, she would have chastised him until she was red in the face, and he wouldn't have cared, he would have just kept smiling at her until she pouted and walked away. His darling Angela.
"Why do you never take me seriously?" she asked, her accent still quite thick although her English was excellent.
"I do take you seriously," Jack said, shaking his head and reaching for her hand.
She pulled away and crossed her arms over her chest, turning her back to him and sticking her nose in the air. "You do not. You treat me like a child," she countered, puffing up her chest slightly.
Jack chuckled and stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to his chest. "Angie-"
"Don't 'Angie' me, Jack, your charms won't work on me," she said, moving to step away from him.
But he didn't release her, kept her in his arms and rested his chin in the crook of her neck, the fragrance of her hair permeating into his nose. "Angie, I don't treat you like a child. I don't see you as a child," he whispered, his grip on her tightening every so slightly. He didn't want to lose her, he didn't want to push her away, so how could he show how he felt about her. They had hugged before, that was nothing new, he'd even put his arm around her waist for group photos. But this...this was different, she needed to know that. Angling his chin, he pressed his lips to her neck so gently he thought she had missed it, but only a moment later he could see the goosebumps rise up on her skin and she wasn't trying to pull away anymore.
"Vamanos!" a shout pulled him from his memory as he looked down at the two dead men at his feet, looking around for an escape route. Just as he went to move, another gunshot echoed off the alleyway and he felt the sudden impact of a bullet tear through his right shoulder, the front of his jacket torn open. An exit wound. Good! At least he wouldn't have to tear it out or worry about it rattling inside him. 76 gripped the wound with his good, empty hand, running down another alleyway and throwing his biotic field to the ground; immediately his blood stopped running over his hand and onto the street, the wound stitching of it's own accord from the nanotechnology that was held within the device, and he instantly remembered Mercy's own healing caduceus.
"Keep going, I've got you," she said, pressing the button on her staff that extended a beam of nanobots to heal him, a slight warmth spreading through his body as the bots did their work and kept him healed. Mercy smiled at him, the wings of her suit spreading out and she truly looked like an angel.
The one that had shot him rounded the corner, skidding to a halt at the haunting sight before him: an angry soldier, visor covering his scarred face, the light from the biotic field glowing beneath him, and a pulse rifle aimed right at his face. "What are YOU looking at?" 76 barked, pulling the trigger on the rifle and shooting the man in the face, unloading another barrel of the helix rockets into the men who turned the corner, killing them instantly. There were no more shouts or running feet in those alleyways, no more gunfire echoing off the buildings, and no more explosions in the distance. Had he eliminated all of them? 76 was so tired, he was getting too old for this, but he had a mission and the vigilante would not rest until justice had been served. Seeking refuge in one of the abandoned warehouses, he propped himself against a wall in the far corner in shadows, slinking down against the wall and resting his head back. Sleep overtook him and he dreamt of Angela.
"Jack? Jack, wake up," she whispered, shaking his shoulder.
His eyes fluttered open from a deep sleep to look up and see Angela hovering over him, her young face scrunched in concern. Jack shot up in his bed, the blanket falling forward to reveal his light blue boxers, his own face scrunching in concern for her. "What is it? Are you okay?" he whispered back, looking to the door and then to her, reaching to his the bedside table for his gun.
She rested her hand on his and shook his head. "I'm okay I just…" she said, biting her bottom lip.
He raised his brows expectantly, afraid to move and have her pull away. Her hand on his sent his heart racing. "Ange?"
"I...had a bad dream, and I couldn't sleep," she said, blushing. The moonlight that filtered through his room illuminated her blush and created a halo behind her head. His beautiful angel needed him.
Jack's lips curved into a grin as he shuffled backwards in the bed, lifting the blanket for her as she climbed in beside him. She wore only a tank top and a pair of shorts, her hair that was usually pulled back into a ponytail cascaded down her shoulders and rested against the pillow. Angela's azure eyes bore into his own royal blues. "Thank you," she muttered, offering him a small smile.
He smiled back at her and nodded, flipping onto his back to put one arm behind his pillow under his head and close his eyes to resume sleep. Although he wanted to ravage her, thought about it nightly, now that she was actually here he knew he couldn't do that, not unless she prompted him to do so. There was a slight movement in the bed as she shuffled closer to him, lifting his arm closest to her so she could sidle in against his side, resting her head on his chest. Jack's heart beat rapidly in his chest at the movement, his hand hovering over her waist before finally resting down on her shirt.
"Your heartbeat is irregular," she noted quietly, resting her hand on his chest. "I did not think you had arrhythmia. Are you feeling alright?"
He nodded, although he wanted to tell her he wasn't and she should do a full body examination, maybe diagnose the tightening in his shorts. But now was neither the time nor place. "Goodnight, Angela," he muttered.
He awoke sometime in the night to find that Angela had rolled practically on top of him, one leg draped over his, her breasts pressing into his chest, and her face was right next to his. They were only a hand's length apart. Those kissable lips were so close to his, her breathing was even and steady, and a small smile spread across those lips and he found himself smiling. What was she dreaming about? Was she dreaming of him? This was the first time she'd come to his room in the middle of the night, and although it wasn't what he had particularly dreamt about, he'd rather have this than nothing at all. She was so beautiful, so perfect, everything he had ever wanted in a woman was in this young one that was nestled in his arms. He loved her, with every fibre of his being and he would die for her. He would kill for her. He would give up the entire Overwatch life if it was what she wanted, if she only asked him.
Her lips opened, a slender brow raising as she smiled again. "Why do you stare at me while I sleep?" she asked, opening one eye lazily.
He grinned and pat her side gently with his hand. "You were snoring," he whispered, looking down at those lips.
"I do not snore," she muttered, letting out a soft sigh.
The sound only caused Jack's arousal to grow, imagining that sound was caused by something else other than sleep. "Angela," he said quietly, earning her attention fully as her eyes fluttered open. In that moment, he saw the truth in her eyes, the real reason she had climbed into his bed in the middle of the night and cuddled against him. The reason her leg was thrown over his and why her face was so close to his; he knew. It was the same reason he let her into the bed in the first place. He was going to tell her to return to her own bed so he could deal with his problem himself, but seeing the want in her eyes, the fire behind those bright blues only fueled him further. Tentatively, not wanting to scare her off, he used his free hand to push some hair from her face, caressing her soft cheek. She didn't move, her breath quickened, but her eyes never left his. Leaning forward slowly, his hand cupping her cheek tenderly, he pressed his lips against hers. They were soft and pliant under his own, moving against his as she sought to deepen the kiss, fisting his shirt in her hand.
That was all the permission he needed before pulling her on top of him with the arm that was under her, her body went willingly as she kept her legs on either side of him and straddled him. Angela's hair fell around her shoulders as she looked down at him, hovering by his face and curtaining them off to the outside world. This was what she wanted, this was what he wanted, and it was all he could do to not soil her innocence right then and there. He was experienced, much more experienced than the young woman in his arms, being almost twice her age, but she was eager and willing as she wiggled her bottom against his erection. A giggle escaped her as she pressed a kiss to his lips again, his hands moving from her waist to her bottom and squeezing gently, pushing her down to feel just how excited he was. She arched her chest into him when he did this, pulling away from his lips as a quiet groan slipped from her slightly open lips. He did it again and earned himself another groan, one escaping his own lips as he looked up at her, grins spreading across both their faces. "Angela," he whispered, reaching for the back of her neck to pull her down to his lips.
One of her small hands rested on his cheek while the other fisted his shirt again, slowly grinding her hips against his. Torturously and teasingly slow. "Ja, Kommandant?" she whispered between kisses, giggling as he growled against her lips.
He thrust upward and she cooed, kissing him again. "You call me that and I might not be able to control myself," he whispered between those kisses, his hand going to the back of her scalp and pulling her hair lightly.
"Perhaps that is what the doctor orders, Kommandant," she joked, grinning as she trailed those kisses down his cheek, over his chin and to his neck. As she trailed down his chest, she stopped at a particular scar and frowned, kissing the marred flesh gently.
He pulled her chin up to kiss her lips once more. "I love you," he whispered, holding her gaze with his. She froze as she hovered over him, her brows raising in surprise. "I don't expect you to say it back, I don't expect you to feel it back. But I won't force you to do anything, and I don't expect anything from you. I-"
He was silenced by her lips pressing against his. "I was going to say the same thing to you," she whispered, pressing against his lips again, a tender pressure that said everything she couldn't. "Now, Kommandant, what are your orders?"
Jack's lips curved into a grin as he looked up at her, one hand tangled in her hand and the other trailing down her waist to her hip and digging his thumb into her flesh. "You are to never leave this bed," he said, his tone firm.
She giggled and lowered herself to kiss him again, her hips gyrating slowly over his erection. There was no fooling her, she was a doctor, and she knew what this meant. It would be her first time, but Lord, did she ever want it, and she wanted it to be with him and no one else. "Ja, Kommandant," she said between kisses, one hand trailing down his chest to lift under the hem of his shirt, ghosting her fingertips over his muscled chest.
He growled once more and bit her lip, tightening his hold on her and rolling swiftly to catch her off guard, the young Swiss doctor beneath him with her legs spread. There was little hesitation as his lips found hers again, the passion overwhelming as his tongue licked her bottom lip to seek entrance. She obliged, opening her mouth for him and tangling her fingers in his blonde hair. For someone in his mid-thirties, he still had plenty of hair with no grays, and considering his lifestyle this was quite a surprise. Shifting his knees, he propped them under her thighs and hunched over her, his deft fingers sliding down her sides to pull her shirt up and over her head. He was amazed at how eager she was, the way her body moved against his as he kissed her neck down to her collarbone, the little gasps she let out when he kissed her breasts and gently bit her nipple. Those breasts, so milky white and smooth, supple but firm and pliant; just like her buttocks that he squeezed. Yes, she was everything he had ever wanted.
Still kneeling and hunched over her, he bit her taut nipple and massaged the other breast with his hand, glancing up at her and smiling; her head was thrown back in pleasure, little ringlets of her hair sticking to her face from the heat that built within them, the blanket still around them. He switched sides, his tongue dancing around the other nipple while his hand massaged the other breast. Simultaneously, he bit and tweaked her nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from her as she pushed her chest into his mouth, her hips grinding against his in that moment. He let out a soft moan at the pressure against his loins and he swore he could feel her wetness through their shorts, she was just as turned on as he was. Continuing to distract her with her breasts, he trailed a hand over her bare abdomen and slid it over her shorts, running two fingers over her eager and wanting sex. She gasped as he pushed against the shorts, finding just where she was wet and prodding ever so slightly, so teasingly. "Jack," she moaned, a shiver running over his body at her voice.
"Mmm?" he asked, his mouth still full of her nipple.
"Please," she let out a ragged breath, running a hand through his blonde hair to get his attention.
He released her nipple with a quiet pop, looking up at her with a mischievous grin as he tweaked her nipple again, prodding into her once more. She ground against his hand and lifted her hips, her eyes closing as another small groan escaped her. "Please what?" he asked, kissing back up her chest and to her neck, nibbling gently along the way.
"I need you inside me," she replied unabashedly, and he was taken aback by her boldness. There was no getting around it, she wanted what she wanted.
Jack groaned at her words, leaning back to pull her shorts off of her, her ankles resting on his shoulder for a moment. As she lowered her legs back down around him, bare to him, he couldn't help but stare; she was immaculate, better than he had dreamed and he was going to have her. All his. She blushed and covered her breasts, narrowing her knees as he stared at her. He shook his head and smiled, prying her knees back open and moving her hands from her chest. "You're beautiful," he whispered, shimmying out of his shorts and pressing his hardness against her. She gasped, reaching between her legs to feel his size, her face twisting in concern. "I'll be gentle, I promise. Angela, I love you."
"Ich liebe dich," she whispered, moving her hands to wrap around his neck and pull him into a kiss once more. He pushed slowly, stopping as her body adjusted to him. Wait, was she a virgin? Too late now, he was already in way too deep to back out now...pun intended. She hissed at the pain as he inched further, his features twisting in concern as he kissed her cheek until she nodded that she was ready to continue. He bottomed out, tapping so deep inside her that she gasped and dug her nails into his back.
"This one will hurt," he whispered, waiting for her permission. She let out a heavy breath and closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip as she nodded. She was a doctor, she knew exactly what she was getting into, but feeling it for herself first time was nothing compared to what she had read or heard from others. He pulled out of her slowly, her breath coming in ragged gasps from the small surge of pleasure that coursed through her, and then she braced herself. He pushed into her, hard, and she cried out from the pain, his lips immediately going to hers and peppering her face with kisses. Her hymen had broken, he could tell right away, and he cursed himself for not preparing her better. For not preparing her at all, but he hadn't known. He had been too consumed by his selfishness and raw lust for her. "I'm so sorry." He continued to pepper her face with kisses until her breathing returned to normal and she nodded again, turning her head to catch his lips. He pulled out of her slowly until just the tip was left in, then pushed back in just as slow until their hips met once again and she let out a breathy gasp.
He pulled out slowly again, and with a little more force he thrust into her, her walls clenching around him and he stopped to feel and appreciate just how tight she was. Jack had never taken someone's virginity before, had never felt this kind of pleasure, but he had been in love before. And he knew this was just as real as that had been. Reaching under her scalp to hold her head, his other arm wrapping under her shoulders, he embraced her as he thrust into her again. And again. And again. Each time hitting deep inside her that she gasped and moaned, her nails digging into his back but he didn't mind; they would just be more battle scars.
There was no more pain for Angela, only pleasure as he picked up the pace, confident that she was enjoying herself, and her moans got louder as he continued to hit that deliciously deep sweet spot. Her walls tightened and fluttered around him as her pleasure mounted, her climax on the verge of bursting forth, and she knew from all her readings that she was going to orgasm. But this compared like nothing she had ever experienced, her own fingers rubbing her clit couldn't give her this kind of orgasm, and no one had ever penetrated her before. "Jack…" she breathed out, her breathing quickened as his pace did and he himself found that he wouldn't be able to last much longer.
"I know," he breathed out in reply, pressing his lips to hers as he thrust into her hard and deep. His lips stifled her orgasmic moan, her nails digging into his back and drawing blood from the sheer pleasure that rippled through her. He pulled away from her lips as her moan died away, but he continued to thrust, his pace increasing as he drilled into her. "Ange, I'm not going to be able to last."
"It's...okay…," she breathed, her voice hitching and increasing in pitch as another orgasm began to build inside her. "Jack, I trust you." Her blue eyes bore into his and he knew he was done, thrusting hard into her once more as she orgasmed and then pulling out of her swiftly as his own orgasm swept over him and he spilled onto her hips and belly, coating her in his sticky white load. She breathed heavily as the rush died away from her, her lids half closed as she looked up in Jack's eyes. "I love you."
Soldier 76's eyes snapped open at the sound of someone approaching, his pants tight around his body and he swore silently. Fucking dreams, he cursed to himself, reaching for his rifle and peering around a crate. It was dim in the warehouse but he could have sworn he heard a British accent alongside a gruff Swedish accent. They were looking for someone. Standing to his feet and rounded the corner, he approached the duo and grinned behind his mask, recognizing the two but they didn't recognize him.
"You 'dere, what's yer name?" the little bearded man demanded, holding a gun towards him.
"Soldier 76. Are you Overwatch?" he asked, seeing the emblem on both their jackets. They looked to each other and back to the man in front of them, nodding slowly. "I have information for you, take me to-" He stopped, his breath hitching in his throat.
From a door behind them stepped the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, her angelic garb no longer blue like the old days and she wasn't as young as she had been. Instead her valkyrie suit was white and orange with black trim, a halo around her head and her caduceus staff was different. Everything about her had changed, but she still looked like his beloved Angela. "Greetings," she said, her accent still as thick as he remembered. "I am the doctor, do you need any healing?" She smiled at him and pointed her caduceus staff towards him, ready to press the button.
"No, I got my own," he said, his heart racing inside his chest. She didn't recognize him, would she even remember him?