Teatime with Tracer
Bastion stomped down the streets of King's Row, its clanking footsteps echoing throughout the otherwise silent neighborhood. Beside it, walking with much softer footsteps, Tracer continued to lead the large Omnic towards their destination, talking animatedly the whole time. As always, Ganymede sat in his nest, a constant companion to his metal caretaker.
Bastion followed Tracer, the English woman opening the door to a small cafe that she had once been a regular customer to. Disappearing inside, the young woman returned a few moments later, helping Bastion to fit through the human-sized doorway. Standing straight up, the Omnic's blue optic swept across the room, old programming taking note of who was in what location. It was late on a Wednesday night, so the cafe only held a handful of other patrons, all staring at the machine.
Tracer took a seat at a circular table towards the center of the room, waving for Bastion to join her. The Omnic carefully moved the second wooden chair to the side, remembering a prior incident in which it destroyed a similar chair. Instead, it chose to stand across from Lena, the seated woman seeming even shorter than usual.
"C'mon, love," The always-cheery Brit spoke up, "We're supposed to be relaxing. Don't jus' stand around, get comfortable!"
Tilting its head to the side, Bastion suddenly recalled something that was taught to it by and Lúcio. The rest of Overwatch was out on a mission, leaving the two youngest members to keep an eye on their recently joined Omnic ally. Instead of acting like professionals, they, predictably, spent the next few days teaching Bastion an array of different actions and tricks. Back in the cafe, Bastion widened its stance before slowly falling backwards, making a loud bang when it landed in a sitting position. Mostly everyone in the cafe jumped in fear at the sudden noise, but Bastion seemed to pay them no mind, its head looking around like a curious child. In this new position, its head was about level with Lena's, so she guessed that it would work.
After a couple of minutes, the cafe's owner brought Lena her usual order before returning to the kitchen. As Lena nibbled on some biscuits, she noticed that Bastion seemed to be staring at the small glass of water that the cafe provides every customer. After nudging the glass a little closer to the Omnic, Bastion carefully lifted it up to its optic. As everyone watched, it moved the glass towards its shoulder, prompting Ganymede to hop forward and take a drink. With a grateful chirp and a gentle whirr from the bird and the Omnic respectfully, the glass was set back down onto the table.
As Lena smiled at the duo, Bastion shyly pointed at the last biscuit left on her plate. Giving her permission, she watched it hold the biscuit up to Ganymede, the bird chirping in joy and excitement as he pecked at the treat. When she looked around, Lena was surprised to see that many of the patrons around them seemed to have visibly relaxed, their postures less tense than they had been moments before. Their fear of the old Bastion unit seemingly lessened. Yet, some still cast the Omnic looks of suspicion, but even the bright-eyed Tracer knew that some miracles were still out of reach.
Some time later, as they were walking back to the home owned by Lena's grandparents, the woman could barely contain her excitement. In her eyes, Bastion might have changed the beliefs of a small group of people. It might not seem like much to anyone else, but she always believed in the change that even one person could make.