Numbani Heritage Museum, Front Entrance

"…...was like 'CRUNCH' and then Winston just went Primal Rage on him! Or that moment when Tracer blinked behind Widowmaker and kicked her gun high in the air and then she blinked again, grabbing the gun in midair and started shooting back at Widowmaker with her OWN GUN like 'pewpewpewpew'! OR, what could possibly be the best moment! When Widowmaker was looking for Doomfist's glove and she didn't know you had it, and then when she wasn't looking, 'POW'! You launch her clear across the museum! I swear, I never thought I'd ever meet actual OVERWATCH heroes! IN ACTION! WINSTON AND TRACER NO LESS! AND SHE SAID IT! SHE ACTUALLY SAID IT, JESSIE! SHE ACTUALLY SAID…."

"DANNY!" Shouted the elder of the two brothers.

"Yeah, bro?" he answers back with a smile and an innocent expression.

Jessie took a deep breath as he grabs a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. After having survived a full-on fire fight inside the Numbani Heritage Museum, the 23-year-old was still a little wired from the experience.

"Calm down, and cool your motor mouth before your jaw seizes up. I was there, remember? I don't need a play-by-play." He lit one of the cancer sticks and took a drag, letting his nerves calm down before continuing, "But I'll admit, that was kinda cool. Dangerous as heck, but still cool."

"Yeah, it was. And you helped. That was sooo awesome." Danny had a wistful expression before it turned a little sad, "Shame you turned down Tracer's offer. You could have joined Overwatch and become a hero or something!"

"It wasn't an offer; it was a statement." The older of the two Corrected.

Danny wasn't convinced, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Didn't sound like that to me. Sounded like she wanted you to join."

Jessie rolled his eyes and took the cigarette in his fingers before answering his little brother. "Two things. One: Overwatch is deep-sixed. There's nothing to join. Two: After that mess, back in Liberia, I'd rather just stay out of conflicts altogether."

Danny looked up at his big brother with a sympathetic expression followed by one of irritation. "Oh, yeah. I still think they were idiots. They kicked you out for saving lives. That's just stupid."

Jessie let out a sigh. "Not everyone can be as smart as you, little buddy. I'm just lucky they didn't put me in irons or something." He took another drag of his cigarette as he thought about the incident that happened to him ten months ago.

"I'm glad they didn't. I don't wanna go to a foster home." Danny replied with a somber tone. The thought of losing his brother sending shivers down his spine.

Jessie draped his arm around his baby brother's shoulder and held him close. "Don't worry, Danny. I'm still here, and I won't let anyone split us up." He finished with a gentle smile.

Danny returned the embrace and said, "I know. Thanks, Jessie."

"Anytime. Now come on. We got an appointment at the clinic to get to."

Danny looked up at his brother with a pleading look in his eyes. "Do we have to go?"

"You do wanna get rid of that cast on your arm, right?" Jessie countered with a raised eyebrow before taking another drag of his stress reliever.

The look of defeat on Danny's face was Jessie's answer. "Thought so. Come on, Champ, it's not that bad."

Danny just groaned. Jessie took one last hit of his cigarette before stomping it out on the sidewalk. He then placed a comforting hand on his little brother's head.

"Besides, I did tell you not to slide down those rails." That earned him a jab at the ribs from Danny's good arm, but Jessie just laughed it off.

Watchpoint Gibraltar, Main Lab

He looked up at his screens, one displaying profiles, another replaying the museum fight earlier that day. His interests were on the two civilians who had aided him and his partner in foiling the attempted robbery as well as giving them an advantage. He watched as the older of the two civilians stealthily swiped Doomfist's gauntlet from under Widowmaker's nose before donning it and using it against her. He couldn't help but chuckle as the Femme Fatal was thrown a considerable distance away. He paused the video as the man turned around, his face coming into view.

His eyes turned towards the second screen which displayed the same man's profile which included a picture of him dressed in formal military wear.

Jessie D. Michaels:

D.O.B.: 17/08/2052

Hair: Dark Brown

Eyes: Brown

Birth Location: Seattle, Washington, United States of America

Current Residence: Numbani, Nigeria, Africa

Occupation: Unemployed

Education: Secondary Level

Family:

-David Michaels, father – Deceased

-Loraine Michaels, mother – Deceased

-Danial Michaels, brother

Notes:

-Dishonorably Discharge.

-Protective of younger brother.

-Temperamental concerning brother's safety.

-Skilled in Parkour/Freerunning.

…

"Oh Winstooon!"

Winston looked away from the monitor towards the source of the voice calling to him. He saw his partner standing on the lower level of his lab.

"Up here, Lena!" The hyper-intelligent gorilla called back before returning his gaze to his monitors. A flash of blue signified the arrival of his partner, Lena Oxton, also known as Tracer.

"Whacha doin', big guy?" The adventurer asked with child-like curiosity. She looked up at the screens and instantly recognized the man on screen. "Oi, that's the bloke from the museum; in Numbani." She leaned in and started reading the profile. "Jessie Michaels, eh?"

Winston gave an affirming grunt before speaking. "He's ex-US military. Stationed in Ghana for a year until he was dishonorably discharged ten months ago. Moved to Numbani after that."

Tracer was sympathetic. "Poor fella. Does it say why he was discharged?"

"Athena?" The scientist called to the artificial intelligence.

The A.I. instantly responded by opening a new window over the profile as she spoke. "Official records state that he failed to follow strict orders during a conflict in Liberia. Him and a small team were tasked to hold down their objective, but instead he pulled them towards the western front. The objective was left vulnerable for the remainder of the mission. No other details were given."

Winston rubbed his chin. "Hmmm. Do we know what the objective was?"

"The United States embassy." Athena replied, matter-of-factly.

"Ouch. That's gotta suck." Said Lena, sympathetically.

"Can't say I blame his superiors after that."

"Bet ya a fiver there's more to the story than that."

"Yeah, probably is. Unfortunately, the only person who can fill in the blanks is back in Numbani."

Tracer took a good hard look at the former soldier, a thoughtful expression plastered on her face as she remembered the moments after the battle, back at the museum.

Winston looked back up at her, seeing her deep in thought. "Penny for your thoughts?" She remained silent a moment longer before speaking.

"Just remembered somethin' he said." She replied, eyes still on the monitors.

"What did he say?" Winston asked, his full attention on his partner.

"It was right after you took off after Reaper and Widowmaker. They walked up to me and gave back the Gauntlet. The boy with him had stars in his eyes the whole time." She giggled. "Anyway, after I took the gauntlet off their hands, I told them that the world could always use more heroes; tryin' to gain more support, you know? But then, he shook his head before saying…"

'I played the hero card once and all I got was burned. I'll leave the heroics to the real heroes, if it's all the same to you.'

"…Can't say I wasn't a little disappointed but his life, his choice. I'm not his mum to tell him what to do. Took off after that."

Winston was intrigued. "Think he was talking about Liberia?"

Lena just shrugged as she replied. "Not sure. He could have been talkin' about anythin' really. Bloody serious he was, though."

The gorilla scientist hummed in thought as he mulled over what Lena had told him. With a flex of his toes, he brought up another profile. This one displaying an image of a young boy with light brown hair. Lena snapped out of her own thoughts and smiled at the picture.

"Oi, it's twinkle eyes!" She giggled, remembering the star struck look on the young boy's face.

Winston chuckled before he spoke. "Danial Michaels. Jessie Michaels' younger brother and only family. According to this, he's a big fan of Overwatch."

"No surprise there." Tracer said, then lifted a hand as she began to point out a few things. "He was in the Overwatch exhibit, he was wearing a Reinhardt shirt and add to that the fact his eyes were the size of dust bin lids most of the time, and it becomes painfully obvious." She finished with a laugh.

The fuzzy scientist chuckled along with her before stating another, rather impressive, fact.

"He also possesses an I.Q. score of 183 and is currently enrolled in online college level degrees in I.T. and Mechatronics." Winston said, clearly impressed at the little boy on his screen.

Lena's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Are you havin' a laugh!? He's a super genius!? He barely looks 10 years old." She shook her head, not able to believe that someone so young could be that smart.

"Impressed?" Asked Winston.

"To say the least. Seriously, like…. wow."

"Listen to this. Since his brother's unemployed, he's been remedying their finances by doing some online odd jobs. Little things like tutoring up to stuff like website designs." He did a quick scan of the profile before his eyes widened. "Wow. He was commissioned by a few security companies to improve their cyber security. This kid is something else!"

Lena whistled. "He's pretty scary for a child. Imagine we had someone like him on board."

Winston's face fell into a more worried expression. "I bet Talon must be thinking the same thing."

The british adventurer frowned at this. "You think they might go after them?"

"I wouldn't put it past them. It's because of those two they didn't get the gauntlet. I wouldn't be surprised if they decided to make examples out of them. Show the world what happens when you mess with Talon."

"If that's the case then shouldn't we do somethin'?"

Winston hummed in thought before addressing Athena once more. "Athena. Locate their place of residence, please."

After a moment, Athena replied. "Found."

"Tag the location for future reference."

"Saved."

"Good. Hack into their phone. Let's have us a peek."

"Acquiring access. Patching in now."

The feed displayed a decent sized apartment with tan walls and a kitchenette with a white and cherry wood island counter. Due to the height that the phone was sitting at, the counters barely showed above the retro style, navy couch, which happened to reach across the right three-quarters of the screen. Next to the couch was a nightstand. On the night stand stood a trophy-shaped lamp with a metallic, hemispherical lampshade. The lamp helped add a touch of novelty to the apartment alongside a couple of snow-camo throw pillows. A glass coffee table rounded out the view that the little phone camera is transmitting.

On screen, Jessie Michaels was standing in the in the kitchenette cleaning dishes while his little brother, Danny, was lying on the couch, facing the ceiling with one arm hanging off the edge. From the look of satisfaction on his face, it was clear that they just had a very good dinner a few minutes ago.

Danny released a massive belch.

"Check, please." He said as he fanned away the smell.

Jessie laughed at his brother's antics. Before speaking. "I take it you enjoyed dinner, then?"

"Drop your guns, bro. The kitchen, she be callin'." Danny replied blissfully.

Jessie scoffed as he wiped his hands dry with a hand towel. "Glad you liked it. Can't take the credit, though. That was Mama Lumusi's recipe."

A look of nostalgia crossed Danny's face at hearing the name. "She always was mean with a stove." He finished with a smile on his face.

"Recipes for days, eh?"

"Weeks. Months. YEARS EVEN! And they all taste amazing."

"They should if they got you to eat your vegetables."

"I know, right?" Danny replied as he sat up to make room for his brother.

Jessie walked up to the couch and placed both hands on its back before he, in one quick and smooth motion, jumped over as he pulled his tucked legs under then ahead of himself so that he landed sitting down next to his brother with an air of nonchalance.

Danny grabbed the touchpad T.V. remote before flicking it on. The news was on. They watched as the news anchor was heard speaking about the Museum heist earlier that day.

"Hey look!" Danny leaned forward in enthusiasm to something being shown away from the phone camera's view. The older Michaels just rolled his eyes and shook his head with a smirk at whatever had the younger sibling excited.

"Here it comes, here it comes, aaaaaaaaand…BOOM! YEAH! THAT WAS SO AWESOME!" He jumped off the couch in sheer excitement, thrusting both fists into the air. He turned to Jessie before speaking again. "You look so much cooler on T.V.!" He turned back to the T.V. "Looks like the itsy-bitsy spider didn't know what hit her!" He finished with a laugh.

Jessie chuckled. "Alright, alright, that's enough. We had our fifteen minutes of fame. Let's see what else is on." He said as he grabbed the remote.

Danny had regained his composure and sighed.

"You know, you could get a girlfriend because of that." He said with a thoughtful expression. The older sibling stared at his younger brother, skepticism painfully obvious on his face.

"Yeeeaaaahhh…. I doubt it." He said, unconvinced.

"Seriously! You were on T.V., man. Everybody's gonna know you helped Overwatch heroes stop the bad guys from stealing a super weapon! Chicks go CRAZY for that!"

"I repeat: doubt it."

"Oh, come on. Think about. Everyone loves a hero, right?" He then looks towards the phone, then walks towards it. A moment later, the screen is showing nothing more than a human eye blinking back at the camera. Danny continued.

"In fact, I'd bet they're watching us right now. Stalking us – or rather you – through the phone camera, or the street cameras…. or even from the building across the street with a powerful lens." He pulls back just as Jessie began to speak.

"Danny, seriously. Enough. I doubt anyone would be watching us through the phone camera. Besides, I'm not a hero. I'm just a military reject. No girl would want to date that, little buddy."

Danny sat back down next to his brother, frustration clear on his youthful features. "Geez. It's like you're coming up with excuses to not get a girlfriend. What's with you? Look, I bet that if you try, you can get any chick you want. You're a Michaels after all, right?"

Jessie chuckled at that as Danny continued.

"How about our neighbor? Monica?" Danny asked as he started pulling out candidates. Jessie found this annoying. However, he decided to play along.

"Nah. Too uptight."

"The girl who works at the café down the street?"

"Not my type."

"…. Mama Lumusi?"

"Too old." He replied with a smile.

Danny laughed before he continued.

"The receptionist at the clinic?"

Jessie winced. "I think she's a guy."

Danny blanched before he shook himself out of it and started thinking. Jessie decided it was time to put an end to this game.

"Danny, look. I appreciate you trying hook me up but this getting ridiculous now…. Danny? Hellooooo, earth to Danny!"

Jessie was waving his hand in front of his deep-in-thought little brother's face and snapping his fingers trying to coax a reaction from him.

But then….

"THAT'S IT!" Danny suddenly jumped off the couch while pointing at the ceiling. Jessie just stared, once again, at the super intelligent ball of energy that is his little brother. Danny then turned to Jessie as he began to explain.

"I know exactly who would be perfect for you!"

"Who?"

"You don't need a barista, or an old lady, or a ladyboy. You need someone of YOUR caliber. You are a hero! So…"

"I'm not a…."

"WHATEVER! Doesn't change the fact that the person I thought of is perfect for you."

Jessie rubbed his face and sighed. 'This should be fun.' He thought before looking back at his eager brother.

"Alright, cupid. What have ya got?"

"Tracer."

"…."

"…."

"….Are you high?"

"I'm serious, man! Tracer is perfect for you! You're a man of action and she's a woman of action! You're handsome and she's beautiful! You can do parkour and she can do acrobatics! Also, you want to help the world and so does she! You two would be the perfect couple!"

"Danny, this thing is going too far." Jessie was getting irritated, but Danny was completely lost in his fantasies, with stars in his eyes and no sign of returning anytime soon.

"I can see it now. The two of you, back to back, fighting off bad guys! The juggernaut and the mockingbird. All the guys in the world would be jealous. You two would go on a date, and you'd use the Michaels charm to woo her. You would join Overwatch, and before each mission, you would share a 'good luck' kiss. Then, during your vacation, you'll bring her to the heritage museum in town, the place where you first met, and you get down on your knees and propose to her. And 'cause she loves you, she'll obviously say yes. Next thing anyone knows is that she's now Mrs. Tracer Michaels. Man, having Tracer as my sister-in-law would be so cool! We could…."

Little did the delusional child know, Jessie had long since stopped listening as he had put on a pair of wireless headphones that were connected to the T.V. and was watching an action movie with the volume turned up to drown out his brother's constant droning.

Winston cut the feed.

"Well, that was interesting." He said before looking up at his partner's face.

Tracer was blushing furiously at what she heard.

Winston couldn't help it as he laughed at Lena's expense. She just glared at her best friend.

"Oh sure. Take the mickey out of me why don'cha." She grumbled.

She then looked back at the screen and sighed before she spoke again.

"Still. I guess I should be flattered that he thinks of me that way." She said with a dismissive shrug.

"Should I start planning the wedding?"

"Winstooon!"

Winston laughed again. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" He placated as he reigned in his composure. He sighed as he turned to his A.I. assistant.

"Heh. Athena, please keep an eye on the Michaels residence for me. If anything of significance transpires then inform me immediately."

"Of course, Winston." The ever-helpful Athena replied.

Lena crossed her arms as she looked back to the two open profiles on the monitors. "I really hope nothing happens to them. They're good lads." She stated with a tone heavy with concern for the two civilians.

"I hope so, too. That's why we're keeping an eye on them. Should anything happen, we'll be there to stop it."

Tracer just hummed in agreement before turning to leave.

"Well, I'm gonna bugger off. Things to do before we're operational, yeah?" She said before blinking back to the lower floor.

Winston grunted in realization as Lena reminded him of something.

"That reminds me. I got work to do myself. See you later, Lena."

"La'ers!" She bid the guerilla before blinking away.

An hour later, Lena was in her room going over her equipment. As she worked she remembered what the younger Michaels said on screen, earlier. The thought of love and marriage brought up memories that caused the adventurer heartbreak.

'Marriage, eh Emily? I wonder if that ever crossed your mind.'