A/N: I have seen some crossovers of TF2 and Overwatch where Demoman, Engineer, or a few other TF2 characters go into the Overwatch world and one or two where they all go, but I have yet to see one where Pyro goes to the Overwatch world alone, so I thought I'd be the first to do so. Wish me luck.

Any misspelled words when ppl are talking is because I'm doing my best to include their accents. I am not good at doing it, so bare with me.

I know my other stories have Pyro as a male, but I think it'll be interesting if Pyro is female in this story, so that's what I'm doing. Mostly all the Overwatch characters will think Pyro is male… just for the fun of it. Hehe. ;P Also, the main focus will be on RED and not BLU. Later on in the story, there might be BLU. Possible AU. POV's be damned! [I'm not good with them. :'( ]

Disclaimer: I don't own Overwatch or TF2, except anything that isn't canon to either game, I guess- idk.

Enjoy~

Chapter 1: Who is this masked being?

Teufort, RED base

They had just finished their match at Teufort with the BLUs and had won three to two. It was a close one, but thanks to a few well placed stickies and an über charge, they had their victory. With the match now over, they head back to their base to enjoy their two-day ceasefire, otherwise known as their version of a weekend. Scout enters the kitchen to grab a can of Bonk to celebrate his team's win, leisurely looking around the kitchen while taking a sip of his soda, his eyes landed on the calendar. He sprays out his drink, wide-eyed at what will be coming soon on Monday. On Monday, was none other than the worse holiday since all the mercenaries from RED got hired. And that very holiday is… Halloween!

Scout drops his can of Bonk on the floor and rushes to find and gather the rest of his team, not caring that its contents is slowly spreading on the floor. Now in the meeting room, he looks around and sees mostly everyone is upset he interrupted whatever they had planned to do during ceasefire. The order in which they sat at the large table- from left to right- is as follows: empty seat, Demoman, Soldier, Sniper, Medic, Heavy, Pyro, Engineer, and Spy.

"Hey guys. Um… you're probably wonderin' why I got ya all here, right?" He rubs the back of his neck, feeling nervous and scared from seeing the calendar. Spy decides to speak up. "But of course. What dim witted urgent matter, zhat needs all of us 'ere, do you 'ave?" He was getting tired very quickly of Scout's antics, making mostly everyone to lose their nerve over something that turned out to be just a baseball game, something he overheard one of the BLUs say that turned out to be false or perhaps a drinking game- ever since Scout turned twenty-one. He would never join in on any of Scout's games. He didn't want to ruin his very expensive suit over something pointless. He knew that what Scout overheard one of the BLUs say had a high percent chance of being false, but as a spy, he had to be completely sure if it was indeed false. Soldier didn't like not having someone not get to the point to what they were saying and so it annoys him that Scout does this all the time, his patience never was that long. "This better be good, Twinkle toes! Some of us were trying to polish their boots and clean things with toothbrushes!" He stood up from his chair abruptly and smacking his hands down on the table, making some of the REDs who were tired and were nodding off to now be fully awake.

Demoman stands up steadily, making sure he stays standing; he then places his hand on Soldier's shoulder. "Solly, yer the only one that does that." He then pats Soldier's shoulder several times before sitting back down, almost missing his seat if it weren't for Sniper's help. Soldier frowns and sits back down, folding his arms, clearly not happy about this. Soldier sighs before speaking. "Ok, Maggot! Hurry up with whatever you brought all of us here for… or else my boot is going right up your-!" Demoman quickly nudges Soldier in the arm, stopping him from finishing his sentence. Even though swearing isn't uncommon- mostly everyone at RED base did swear- they have decided the meeting room was the only place to be swear free. Scout clapped his hands together, rubbing them before having them go back to his sides again. "Ok, here goes… first of all, we've been doin' dis for a long while, so we don't really keep track of what day it is, right?" He pauses and sees some of them nod, agreeing with what he said. The ones that didn't knew that, only pay attention to some important holidays, like Smissmass. "So, when I went into da kitchen to get myself a can of Bonk, I was lookin' around da kitchen. 'cause, you know, I was bored and I nev'ah really looked- actually looked- around da kitchen."

Spy extinguishes out his cigarette and takes out a new one. As he speaks, he's trying to light the new cigarette, failing to light his lighter. He'll need to get a new lighter soon, he thought. "'urry up, Scout, we don't 'ave all day. Get to zhe point." After his twelfth try, his lighter finally light up and lights his cigarette, taking a puff. "… You're rambling." Scout raises his eyebrows in surprise, never really noticing he talks too much unless someone points it out. "Oh… Right- where was I?" He rubs his chin in thought. "… Oh, Right! I remember! Ok. So when I got to where da calend'ah on da wall, I noticed it is October already." After a few minutes, Demoman's eyes widened in horror when his drunken brain finally figured out what Scout said. "Bloody hell! Not him again." He looks over at Soldier and says, "Soldier! Why can't ye jus'-." Demoman wasn't able to finish what he was saying because a loud noise coming from outside their base stopped him. The loud noise was coming from the back of their base and it sounded like someone talking. Then all of a sudden the ground shook and a booming voice- now becoming clearer, so they understood what's being said- spoke to them, loud enough to be heard over anyone else if they talked. "It is I! Merasmus!... I have come back once again! Prepare yourselves! For I, Merasmus, have come up with a plan to defeat all of you… this time… I hope- it will work!" And with that, all the mercenaries hurried to their lockers to get their weapons, rushing out to where Merasmus appeared and they all pointed their weapons at him.

Merasmus looked at all the mercenaries and stopped when he reached Soldier. "Hello, Soldier. When will you get those filthy raccoons out of my castle? Every time I am able to be allowed entrance to my own castle- in the form of a tour, no less- I notice that those damned raccoons have ruined my things more and more. Look!" Merasmus takes out a chewed up, scratch mark infested, very bad conditioned book that once was a spell book, out of his old satchel. "They are destroying my ancient spell books!" Soldier took a few steps forward from the curved line all of the REDs made, putting his fisted hands on his hips. "Well, Merasmus, you should have gathered your things before getting kicked out." Merasmus sighs. He lowers his arm, the one that still has his book, to his side. "There was no time for me to do so. It would appear that those ingrates somehow knew about all your raccoons being in my castle. And thus, not even five minutes passed, several vans approached and men immediately got to work making my home into raccoon sanctuary!" Merasmus took this time, after he finished speaking at that moment, to breathe because saying all that exhausted him to a certain degree. Once he had calmed a little, he notices Spy pointing to his spell book. When he looked at his spell book, in its' frail condition, became two pieces, the other half making a 'thump' noise when it fell on the ground, while the other stayed in his hand- he became really mad.

The only thing Merasmus could think of at the time to deal with his current mood was to make the closest thing to him disappear from his sight immediately. He was too preoccupied with his angered thoughts to notice that the mercenaries had taken this time to talk amongst themselves and come up with a plan. They have faced Merasmus many times and thought to change their approach on the magician, thinking to surround him this time.

That was a big mistake.

When Merasmus finally was aware of the RED mercenaries, he noticed that they had moved from their original line in front of him to now surrounding him in an uneven circle. In front of him he saw Soldier, Pyro, Engineer, and Demoman. To his sides he saw Heavy on his left and Sniper to his right. And from behind him there were Medic, Spy, and Scout. Turning back to face where he originally was facing, he saw his target in which he was about to let his anger upon- Pyro. "Soldier! Your infernal raccoons have ruined their final item that belongs to me!... Seeing as you keep finding me no matter where I go for lodging and stay as my roommate no matter how many times I tell you otherwise, you leave me no choice, but to punish you. I can clearly see you've grown attached to your fellow mercenaries, so since there is somehow an unforeseen rule I recently found out about that I cannot destroy my roommate, one of your mercenary friends will take your place in your stead."

Merasmus stops looking at Soldier and sets his eyes on Pyro. He simultaneously conjures up one a portal behind Pyro and lots of other portals behind him, all the RED mercenaries' pervious foes. (Just like in the TF2 comic: Gargoyles and Gravel) As the portal behind Pyro proceeds to suck Pyro into it, the REDs foes begin to attack the other RED mercenaries, preventing anyone- especially Engineer- from saving Pyro. Pyro, now on his belly due to the portal's vacuum like suction, is using the ground to slow down his movement towards the portal. Inch by inch, Pyro slowly gets closer to the portal behind him, crying out for his teammates to help him. Unfortunately, by the time Engineer managed to get an opening so he could run and save Pyro, Pyro lost his last bit of strength keeping him to the ground and went into the portal, missing Engineer's outstretched gloved hand.

The last thing Pyro remembered before blacking out after being inside the portal for a few minutes was one word he heard his friend Engineer saying was… "Pyro!"

Overwatch, Main Base

Mostly all the Overwatch members were gathered in the mess hall having their lunch. The only ones not in the mess hall were making another gaming vlog, Soldier 76 keeping his body fit in the gym, Torbjörn had his lunch early and decided to go back to his workshop to tinker, Winston only grabbing a bundle of bananas and two jars of peanut butter before going back to his lab to check with Athena on a few issues, and both Junkrat and Roadhog went into town to grab a bite to eat because they keep getting tired of eating the same kind of food back at the Overwatch base.

Winston's Lab

"How are the systems doing, Athena?", Winston said while he sat down on his big tire, popping off the lid from one of his peanut butters and placing it down on his desk. "Everything seems to be in working order, Winston, but with Mr. Fawkes recent… 'tests' with his explosives, several items will need to be repaired. I'm afraid his next 'test', repairs will not be sufficient and replacements will be an urgent matter.", Athena replies a moment later in a calm tone with a hint of concern. While Athena was telling him this, he has finished almost half of his bananas and the jar of peanut butter almost empty. Everyone in Overwatch has mentioned to him that he might have an addiction to the bananas and peanut butter, but he ignores them, not thinking it as a big deal. "I'll make sure to let Mr. Fawkes know of this… and tell some of the others to keep an eye on him. Thank you, Athena." Athena brings up all other issues needing to be attended to on the holographic screen in front of Winston, knowing that this is what he always asks her to do, telling him which one is more important than the other. Winston was about to ask when he notices the screen with the short list of issues on it. "Oh… thank you, Athena." He chuckles. "You always know what to do. I appreciate it."

After some time passes, Winston sees a light start to blink, taking his attention away from what he was looking at… the last issue he had to deal with for the day. "Athena? Is it Talon again or has a new problem arisen?" The light mainly blinks when Talon is at it again or to activity caused by other lesser organizations or gangs, but those are few. If it wasn't either of them, then those are really rare and there is no telling what it could be. Thank goodness he came up with a color system to tell which one is what. Red is for Talon, orange is for other organizations, yellow is for gangs, and blue is for those rare ones. At first, the light blinks white, but when Athena is done analyzing the problem, that white like changes to the appropriate color.

Once Athena completed her task, the white light changes to blue and stopped blinking, giving off a solid blue color. A second later, she replies to Winston's question. "A new problem has definitely arisen, Winston. The best course of action at this time would be to send a pair of Overwatch agents to the location. There is no telling what this unknown problem could cause in the city nearby." Winston asks if any Overwatch member hand gone to do something in the city, just to be sure. Her response was instant because she's been with him for so long, his actions were predictable. "It would appear Mr. Fawkes and Mr. Rutledge have gone into the city about two hours ago. Shall I contact them and let them know of the situation?"

Winston gave it some thought, thinking on all the factors regarding those two Junkers. Only knowing the two Junkers for two months wasn't much to go on, since he doesn't keep an eye on them the whole time. They are adults, after all. From what he did know of them, their first impression weren't great. According to the complaints he's been getting from a few Overwatch members, there have been many occasions during those two months where the Junkers haven't been getting along well with everyone- especially Bastion, Genji, and Zenyatta.

"Please do, Athena. I will be sending McCree to watch them from a distance to make sure those two make it back ok."

Athena, now having permission from Winston, contacts Roadhog's cell phone that they gave him, since Junkrat had destroyed the last on by using it for one of his bombs. Roadhog, however, is the more responsible of the two Junkers and keeps it safe- despite his size. Winston then uses the PA system to bring McCree to his lab, so he can inform him of the situation.

Mess Hall

Sounds of his fellow Overwatch members talking and a few occasional laughs here and there could be heard as McCree walks closer to the mess hall. Once in the mess hall, he goes over to the table where it's set up like a buffet and puts what he likes on a plate before subconsciously sitting down across from where Hanzo sat. Torbjörn is the one who cooks for everyone, but there have been a few times where one of the other Overwatch members would give him a break and cook food in his place. It had been Mercy's time to cook, since she suggested it and Torbjörn agreed, being left to his own devices by going to his workshop.

McCree begins to eat his food, listening to what everyone is talking about, hoping to jump in their conversation at the right moment. Just as he finished a couple of bites, he decides to say a quick thank you to Mercy. "Wow, Mercy. You've outdone yourself this time. This tastes better than the last time y'cooked." He gives her a smile letting her know he means it and not in a sarcastic way, like a few other times he has done several weeks ago. Mercy puts down her cup and looks over at McCree. She sees his smile and smiles back at him, knowing what he meant by his smile, while hers meaning to say a silent 'I forgive you' to him. "Thank you, Jesse. I've been getting cooking lessons from Torbjörn. He is very helpful." McCree notices that her smile was different than her usual ones that he's seen her use often. "Well, if you where in school, your grade was a C+, but now… it's an A." He gives her a thumbs-up and continues to eat his food; a few sounds that he's really enjoying her cooking escape his mouth.

Some time passes and McCree was in the middle of a conversation with Lúcio when the PA system sounded throughout the mess hall. "Greetings, Overwatch members. Excuse me for interrupting your lunch, but I would like McCree to come to my lab as soon as possible, please… Thank you. That is all." As Winston's voice said this, mostly everyone in the mess hall had all looked up at where the PA system was generally at, listening intently. All their talking had stopped within seconds. Once they knew it was for McCree, half of them went back to what they were doing. While the other half, however, looked at McCree, wondering what Winston wanted McCree to do.

When Winston finished talking, McCree stood up from his seat five minutes later and placed his hat back on top of his head. He had taken it off sometime after he had finished his food a little while ago. "I better go see what he wants." McCree adjusts his hat before he looks at Lúcio. "Let's finish what we were talkin' about some other time, ya?" Lúcio nods and gives him a thumbs-up. "Sure, man." McCree tips his hat and starts walking to Winston's lab, whistling a tune from a song he has stuck in his head. It didn't take him long to reach the lab. He raises his real hand to the door and knocks three times. When he didn't get a quick reply, he waits a few minutes before knocking again, but this time he says something as well. "Hey, Winston. It's me. McCree. Yow wanted to talk to me about somethin'." He made sure to speak up and knock louder than he did the first time.

He hears a sudden noise. Kind of like someone falling off something not that high off the floor. McCree is a little bit worried, but calms himself, knowing Winston will be alright. A minute later and Winston opens the door, dusting himself off for some reason. "McCree, you're here. Good. Come in.", Winston says while gestures with his arm for McCree to come in. McCree follows behind him and sits where Winston pointed. "So, what is it that you wanted me to do, Winston?" He looks around Winston's lab, noticing that it was untidy with papers and machine parts scattered everywhere, some of them being in clumped piles. He points with his thumb at all the mess and then speaks again before Winston could answer his first question. "… Is it to help you organize yer place here? 'cause I don't mind helpin' you... I'm sure Lúcio won't mind." McCree looks back at the ape scientist.

Before Winston could answer McCree's questions, he was curious as to why McCree mentioned Lúcio, so he asked a question of his own about Lúcio. McCree answered his question, not minding at all to tell the scientist because what he and Lúcio talked about wasn't a secret at all. "We were just talkin' about music and I was suggestin' that he could use a little country in his next remix. There are many great country songs, that we were gonna look through 'em and pick the right one." Winston thinking back to all of Lúcio's music he had listened to, not recalling any country in any of them. Lúcio's music has been growing popular around the world that even he, a scientist, found it to be quite interesting. He then nods, agreeing to what McCree said.

"Yes, I'm sure he wouldn't mind waiting just a bit longer. And to answer your questions: one, I'll be needing you to go find the Junkers and keep an eye on them. When they find what I've asked them to bring back to the base, I want what they find to be in one piece and it will be your job to keep it that way. And two… no, it is not. Obviously. I have been meaning to clean up, but I have been preoccupied with other matters." Just then, Athena speaks up. "Would you like me to put it in your to-do list for you, Winston?" Winston gave it little thought and gave in. "Sure, Athena. That would be helpful. Thank you."

"Your very welcome, Winston." If Athena could smile, she would have at that moment. She always liked helping him with any task given to her, but made sure to give her opinion often, which helped the scientist a lot.

McCree, now understanding what he needed to do, stood up from his chair. "I'll get right on it, Winston. It's the city closest to this base, right?" He sees Winston quickly going over the cleaning Athena had added to his schedule before looking back at him. "That is correct. From where Athena located the Junkers, they are in the farthest part of the city." Winston paused, rubbing his chin for a moment, then spoke again. "I have a feeling you'll need to take a car instead of your motorcycle. Good luck with those two, Mr. McCree." McCree tips his hat and heads out of Winston's lab, waving goodbye, not looking back as he does that. McCree went to the where all the vehicles were and took the keys to one of the cars instead of his motorcycle like Winston had suggested. It wouldn't hurt to ride something else once in a while that wasn't his own. Now in the car, he begins his drive to the location Athena had just put on the car's GPS a few minutes after he started the car.

Hopefully he can make it in time before those two Junkers mess things up, he thought.

Deep in the city

Junkrat had brought Roadhog along with him to spend their free time away from the base, but after two hours being in the city, they did all the fun things he could think of that wasn't 'destructive'. He was trying his best to not get into trouble with those Overwatch guys by destroying things, but that never worked out for very long.

A few hours later, he had found the perfect place to have some 'real' fun.

With the small bombs set in the perfect spots, his thumb itched to press the button on the detonator. Smiling really big, he cackles before counting down, his Australian accent clearly noticeable. "Here we go! One… two… thr-." Before Junkrat could finish saying three and then pressing the button, a big hand grabs the detonator right out of his hand, stopping him from forcefully opening the door he wanted open. He had all his focus on wanting to blow the door off and laughing, that he didn't hear the owner of the big hand's cell phone ring. That call had caused the big man to stop the man half his size to stop what was going on. If the call never came, there wouldn't be any reason to stop the small Junker. The Junker looks at his hand in confusion. Where did the detonator go? He had it in his hand and was about to press the button, but it was gone. While thoughts were going over what happened, a big shadow grew bigger as it partially blocked the light from lamp post. After a moment, the Junker finally noticed the shadow, his thoughts having slowed enough. He turns to face this shadow, all his confused thoughts went away when he knew who it was, now remembering that Roadhog had come with him, like he always does… but sometimes there were few occasions where he'd forgotten the big guy was even there. He then proceeds to scowl and put his hands on his hips, clearly upset and disappointed. "Whot was that for, Hog?! I was just about to open this heavily locked door t'get us in that store of goodies."

Roadhog said nothing at first, only looking down at his scrawny, lanky boss. After a moment, he spoke with his deep and slightly muffled voice. "I got a call from that talking ape's AI. We have a job to do." His posture and the way Roadhog's mask looked like to him tell Junkrat everything he needs to know. The store of goodies now forgotten, Junkrat was delighted to finally have something to do. What he was doing moments ago was because he was bored and thought screw you, talking ape. Even though you're in charge, your rules don't reach here in the city without anyone to enforce them!

Waiting for Junkrat to respond, he continued to look at him. Being a person that doesn't say much, he could tell what Junkrat was thinking most of the time. So, since Junkrat is his boss, Roadhog can't enforce Overwatch's rules on him, but that doesn't stop him from telling Junkrat what to do, since there were a few things Roadhog finds to be too ridiculous- by his standards, of course.

"… Finally! Even though it's our time off, there isn't much to do, so now we get to do something." He hums tunelessly as he packs up his bombs and puts them in Roadhog's motorcycle, hopping into the sidecar attached to the motorcycle. Junkrat looks at his bodyguard and hits the side of the sidecar impatiently. "Come on, 'hog! Let's go do that job. I can't wait!" He laughs the way he usually does. Roadhog sighs and then gets on his motorcycle, heading in the direction where the AI had told him.

As Roadhog was driving, Junkrat kept on rambling on about the job and other things. He was getting tired of those ramblings a lot these days. At first, he didn't mind it because there weren't a lot of people around back in Australia. Everyone mostly kept to themselves and so did he, but when Junkrat hired him, those ramblings kept him distracted from his thoughts about certain things. Now, a few years later, they have become an annoyance to him, but he has to deal with it… because Junkrat is his boss. Come to think of it, if he went too long without hearing Junkrat going on and on about random things, he would hate all the silence- damn! Now he's thinking too much again. Better get back to the job. Some time had passed and they are now at the location Winston's AI had given him. Roadhog stops his motorcycle. "We're here."

When Junkrat doesn't stop talking after he told him they are there, he smacks the back of Junkrat's head and repeats what he said seconds ago."Whot!?", said Junkrat, rubbing the back of his head, stopping his rambling. He looks around finally noticing they have stopped. "… oh. Well, now that were here… whot was it we're doin' again?" Junkrat used his prosthetic hand to scratch his head. "The AI said to look for something that doesn't belong and bring it in- alive." Roadhog points in one direction. "I think its best you look in that area…" He points to another direction. "and I'll look in this area. Holler if you've found it. Got it?"

Junkrat turns away from Roadhog and heads in the direction Roadhog pointed out, beginning his search. "Gotcha, Hog. You do the same too, alright?" After Junkrat turns, he does the same and begins to search as well, giving a grunt as Junkrat's reply.

Roadhog went into an alleyway, garbage and boxes scattered everywhere and graffiti covering seventy percent of the walls. He kicks any garbage bags and boxes out of his way, while looking through trash cans and dumpsters. Nothing different there. Next, he looks through building's windows. No luck there either. He sighs, clearly not liking this job already. The heists he does with Junkrat are more fun than this. Junkrat better have more luck than he is, he thought. He continues to search in hopes of actually finding what they need to look for- or else, he'll take out his frustrations on the nearest thing… which will most likely be the cars.

As it turned out, Junkrat did have more luck than Roadhog because after a few hours of him and Roadhog searching, Junkrat finally found something that didn't belong. From what Junkrat could tell from far off near an abandoned building, he saw someone- or something- enter an abandoned building.

That 'person', for sure, didn't belong in this part of the city. Better make sure it'll not get away. He wants to confirm it with Roadie later that it is indeed what they are looking for, he thought.

Junkrat looks around making sure nobody was around so he can shout, just like Roadhog wanted him to. Junkrat's search had unexpectedly taken him really far away from Roadhog's motorcycle. He stops looking around when he spots someone walking to their car. As quickly as he can, he hides behind a wall that was closest to him and out of sight of the guy and his car. He waits for the guy to get in his car and drive away. Once he doesn't hear anything, he peeks around the corner and finds that the guy is gone. He looks around again to double check, satisfied no one was around, so he then loudly yells, "Roadie! I think I found it!" He hopes Roadhog hears him, but sadly he knew it might take awhile before Roadhog arrives to his current location. You can do this, he thought. He's been on his own way before he ever hired Roadhog. To help him not think on those things, he slaps both of his cheeks. It works- for now. Looking over at the abandoned building, he begins to walk towards it, opening the door with minimal effort.

Off in the distance, on top of a roof near that abandoned building, McCree watches Junkrat enter. He had made it into the city ten minutes after Athena called Roadhog. Spotting those two Junkers was easy. He had followed Junkrat after the two Junkers decided to split up. With only two months worth of knowledge on the Junkers, he found out that Roadhog has been known as 'the one man apocalypse', and figured he could take care of himself. On the other hand, Junkrat's recklessness got him into trouble… a lot. I guess Junkrat finally got it through his head to get a bodyguard, but not even that helped. He'd seen a few times where missions had needed one of them, not both. Plus, even if they ended up paired with another Overwatch member, they could get split up due to whatever happened during the mission. Stop. No time to think on them. Best call Winston to let him know he found them.

So, that's what he did.

Somewhere in the city, minutes before Athena detected anything

In an empty alley, a magical portal opened up spitting out Pyro, causing him to fall on his masked face a few feet away. He didn't feel it though because he was still unconscious. About five minutes later, Pyro gradually regained consciousness. He felt drained and disoriented. When things start to clear up just a bit, Pyro hears a noise behind him and turns around to find out what the sound was. At first, he didn't know what he was looking at. He had to blink many times and shake his head a few times before his head cleared up just enough to see for what it was- the magic portal. When he was rubbing his head, instantly regretting to shake his head, Pyro noticed that not only was the magic portal there, but it was closing at a rapid rate.

Pyro's eyes widened under her gas mask. She tried to get up and run to it, in hopes of making it into the portal in time to get back to her friends, but when she was almost there… she tripped. Pyro looked up to see the magic portal had already shrunk half its size; there was no way she could ever make it in time. She slowly pushed herself up and sat on the ground, rubbing at the areas that felt sore from tripping. She wasn't in a hurry to anymore, so she waited patiently for the sore areas to go away and her head to fully clear up before even thinking of standing up. Today wasn't going so well for her at all.

After some time, she was ok again. Pyro looked at her surroundings. This alleyway didn't look familiar at all. Where had Soldier's magician friend taken her? She began to move out of the alleyway to try and find out for herself, since there wasn't anyone around to a- oh, look! A cat. Pyro began to follow the cat, not paying attention to what's around her. If she had, her question would've been answered right away. There was a car parked near her that didn't at all look like it was made in the late 1960's.

Pyro really wanted to pet the cat, but she'd have to catch it first, doing so was harder than she'd expected it to be. Seeing the cat go into a tiny hole, Pyro stops for a moment to look up at where the cat had entered and found it went into a building. By the looks of it, the building looked old and neglected. Most likely abandoned. So, if Pyro damaged the building, none of her friends will get mad at her. With that in mind, Pyro walks up to the front door to test the handle. The knob was locked, but with a pushing motion, the door opened with ease. What she didn't notice was there was evidence that it was broken into before. How the door was closed is anyone's guess. You would think that whoever broke into this building didn't care if it stayed open or not. It wasn't like anyone in that part of the city would care, anyways.

Now entering the abandoned building, she closed the door behind her, helping her chances for the cat to have one less escape route. Unknown to Pyro, someone had saw her enter. A few minutes later, Pyro was about to grab the cat she finally cornered when she heard someone behind her.

A/N: Sorry about the long chapter, I didn't plan for it to be this long, but I wanted to get it to a certain point before continuing on to Chapter Two. Looking it all over, one thing went through my mind: "wow! That's a lot of words."

Btw…

I noticed something in my TF2 meets Avengers story, I tried to fix those minor things, but when I went to preview the chapter, it didn't show the changes. I tried putting those sideways V's when Pyro speaks- it didn't work. I then tried having what he says be in Bold- that didn't work either. So now, I'm going to have it Bolded before I submit it in, I guess.

-sigh-

Hopefully you knew when Pyro was speaking to Engineer… because it didn't show the changes I tried to do.

Thanks for reading and please review.