Author's note:
Hi everyone. This is my first FanFic. I am absolutely in love with Overwatch at the moment and have had a lot of ideas that I thought were quite good. This will hopefully be a long story but I can't promise anything. I should update weekly unless something stops me from doing so. I apologise in advance for any spelling mistakes, I make quite a lot when I type quickly. It is the same as normal Overwatch except for the fact that it only disbanded 3 years prior to when this story takes place. I know it's cheesy that I'm putting myself into the Overwatch family but that is how I've had it planned out in my head. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! :)
Chapter 1:
I didn't have the energy to get up in the mornings. I never had, but it got worse over the last couple of months and it showed no sign of it dying down. After everything that happened with Overwatch, I kind of lost motivation for most things. I saw no point in wasting my energy if it wasn't important to me. I was a bit weird like that.
Although there was one thing that did spark my mentality to its former state; football.
After the big situation with my old comrades, my strength and speed (which was all I had at the time) got noticed by several football giants, one of them being Borussia Dortmund. They were the club I looked up to as a kid. So I joined, having to move to Germany and into a hospitality that was set up for the club, the hotel right out the stadium. So I had no good excuse if I was ever late for the daily training. But even to this day I have found a way to sleep in and still be on time. God I love procrastination.
I had seen the recall that Winston sent out but chose to ignore it. I had already made some first team appearances in the Bundesliga and I was seen as one of the best talents in Germany. I wasn't going to leave that behind just to be called a criminal and have it all thrown away like last time. I couldn't go through that again.
I had a match to get to, so I stopped thinking about that and made my way to the wardrobe. I pulled on the away kit and head out with my water bottle and lucky ball. I only had to wear the shirt and shorts as it was mid-may time. I loved the heat so much more than the cold. Low temperatures bothered me a lot, how you had to wear too many layers to stop yourself from getting something nasty like frostbite.
Today was an important game; first vs. second, us being the latter of the two. As if by coincidence, it was our main rival, Bayern Munich. They were considered the best in Germany and even Europe. I was surprised to see my name on the team sheet, let alone the first squad.
"Maybe they did see potential in me," I thought. I was pretty proud of myself. My moral was sky high and I was ready to play.
I came out of the hotel complex and out onto the main street. I was thankful for it not being busy yet, since it was 6 hours before kick-off and supporters for both sides would normally come around this time. I never understood why. I crossed the road not bothering to look both ways, which was a mistake. I got half-way and looked left. There was a car coming straight towards me. That was the last thing I saw. I blacked out. I swore I heard someone say "you could have killed him!" in a strong cockney accent before I fell completely unconscious.
