Disclaimer: I don't own Overwatch, though if I did, holy shit there would be a movie or several because they all have great backstories that need showing.

Summary: Overwatch is slowly getting back on its feet and regaining the world's trust. Agents Winston, Tracer, Mercy, , Lucio, Soldier 76, Genji, McCree, Pharah, Mei, and Ana (possibly more) are in search of the infamous Talon to bring them down once and for all. However, things dont go to plan as Talon 'recruits' a new member into their ranks.

"I'M GOING DOWN, WINSTON! I'm gonna have to blink out of 'ere!"

"Lena? Lena? Eject! I repeat, eject your seat!"

Winston watched and listened; a feeling of dread was beginning to settle in his stomach, feeling like lead.

"Did you get out? Lena?"

The scientist's eyes grew wide as the screen remained dark and the audio feed went static. The scientist could feel his heart hammering madly into his sternum, like it was trying to carve a way out of his chest.

He let out a worried whine.

"Lena!"

he yelled, not caring that he may have looked crazy or mad. He couldn't lose contact with Lena.

The screen let out a series of blinks before a message was displayed:

- NO SIGNAL -

He let out a huff before he ran out of the lab, sounding the roll call as he headed out to the briefing room. The briefing room itself was quite small, with just enough chairs for everyone and a large tire reserved for the scientist himself. There were two screens in the small room; one displayed the mission information whilst the other was for Athena (Overwatch's AI and friend that Winston had developed).

Slowly, everyone had begun to gather in the briefing room. Some of them were suited up in their combat gear; some, like Mai, were still in pyjamas and others were in what was considered their normal clothes.

Winston waited a moment for them to get seated before he started. "As most of you know, Lena was on a solo mission to scout out an old Overwatch base that's larger than our current and is also better equipped," he began, shifting in his tire. He wasn't too sure if he could tell them, get it out for them to know.

He took off his glasses before he covered his face with one of his large hands, heaving a sigh as his eyes began to feel too warm.

Silence followed as they waited for him to continue, yet he stayed silent. They shifted, feeling uneasy at the silence that was weighing heavy over them. The tension in the room was beginning to become unbearable as everyone remained silent, watching as the ape began to cry quietly. Mercy was the one to break the silence.

"Winston?"

The ape let out a sniff before he coughed loudly, whether it was to clear his throat or not, they didn't care. They waited for him to fully compose himself and he had to give it to them for their patience.

He placed his glasses back on top of his nose before he continued.

"So it was a solo mission. In and out and to not engage with anyone who could have been there."

He blinked slightly, willing himself to keep a good composure this time.

"The overall mission was a success,"

a weak smile flitted on his face slightly. "The base had been empty but ... on her way back, I was talking to her and then she was yelling. It turned out that the plane was going down."

His face turned grim.

"I'm afraid we have lost contact with Tracer."

He sat up, tears rolling down his face freely, finding that in that moment he no longer cared of he should've hid his despair or not. The others finally knew, knew he had screwed up. They needed to find Tracer, nothing else mattered.

"Lena Oxton, Tracer ... Tracer is officially MIA."

Gasps and murmurs began to fill the room as they took in that information. They began to look around and to each other, fear and worry clear in their faces. Winston could only watch them helplessly as they shared the same panic he had over Lena.

Winston let out a cough, grabbing their attention. "I am going to lead a small group of people to find the ship and Lena. She's a smart girl, she'll stay within range of the plane if it's possible. Lena will know we'll try to find the plane." The others nodded in response to the plan.

Mercy gave Soldier 76 a horrible deadly look.

"I told you she shouldn't have gone alone and now look."

she spat, time accusing.

The usually calm Angela was on her feet, fists curled tight beside her, tears in her eyes.

"Lena was our friend ... you let her go out alone 76? Even if the base was suspected to have been empty, you should never have sent an agent on their own! You know to send at least one support agent."

The soldier said nothing, instead he made some incoherent noise as he crossed his arms, eyes on Angela. His lips twitched before he spoke up.

"The mission didn't need two people, Angela. You know that. Lena was fine on her own."

He told her, voice even.

Angela scoffed. "Oh, yeah, sorry, sure she's fine on her own. Then why has she been declared missing Morrison?"

Angela demanded, face beginning to redden from rage.

Angela's angry expression began to fade as the tears slipped down her face, though her fists shook; the urge to punch the Commander in the face very tempting.

Angela and Lena had gotten close over the past year, and now she had lost her close friend, the odds of finding her not looking too good. Lena could have died in the crash or had been taken only for something much worse to happen. Angela knew she would eventually have to deal with the idea of never seeing Lena again, but not yet. She couldn't.

She shut her eyes briefly before she opened them and looked over at Winston.

"I'm going with you, you might need my support."

she stated, even though her voice was shaking slightly, her determined expression didn't waver.

looked between them.

"I'll go too,"

she piped up.

"Me and my Meka will come in use at some point."

Winston nodded.

"Thank you."

He turned to the others.

"We must leave as soon as possible. We don't want to give Lena something to moan about."

he said, a weak chuckle escaped his mouth as he tried to lighten the mood.

"We will meet up at the jet in half an hour. Suit up with your full gear and weapons."

Winston took his glasses off again, wiping them down from the tears that had splashed against the lens, face turning serious.

"Something brought that plane down and we might have to take it down."

Those in the room shared the same look of determination before they left the room to get ready. Anyone who wasn't going on the mission had started to look at satellite images, among other forms of possible helpful information that could pinpoint Tracer's location.

About two hours later, the jet was gliding over what had been Tracer's last location. The location itself was a large forest district in the heart of Switzerland.

It was up to them to look for evidence of the plane and their friend. Their hopes had risen when they saw that there was no smoke spiralling in the air; so she hadn't crashed.

Or so they thought.

As they passed over a different treeline, they saw smoke rising in the air in the distance; as the jet continued to close towards it, the wreckage came into view.

Winston made the jet land (maybe not as smoothly as he could've) and he was up and out of the jet in record time, before either Angela or Hana had even unbuckled their seatbelts.

For the most part, the plane was largely intact; the most damage was one of the wings was sticking out of the ground several feet away. The paint on the outside of it had been scratched up from the branches and the glass in the cockpit had been smashed along with the console.

There were also a few fires, which Angel a quickly disposed of. hopped into her Meka and began to video the surroundings, the video going back to their base for the others to see.

"We can retrieve and repair the plane." Soldier 76 said, voice coming through on the comms slightly tinny.

Angela pulled a disgusted face towards Winston and Hana, both of whom were wearing similar expressions at the words Morrison said.

"We aren't here for the plane, Soldier, we are here for Tracer."

Winston bit back a sigh before he removed his earpiece and pocketed it quietly. The three begun to look around the immediate area, starting to call out for Lena. (In their own ways, of course.)

"LENA?"

"TRACER?"

"SONIC?"

Winston and Angela both stopped, stymied for a moment as they both turned to Hana and gave her matching puzzled looks.

"What? ... Sonic: blue, super fast, hedgehog. Lena: super fast, blue streak, spiked hair?"

Hana shook her head.

"Never mind. Lena!"

Angela let out a cry, making Winston look over at her.

"W-Winston, I ... I don't see her."

she whispered, eyes wide with fear as she took to her wings, eyes scanning the areas near the crash site.

"No ..."

Winston had begun to examine the plane and realised something was wrong: Lena's seat hadn't ejected.

Hana moved over to stand beside the scientist, palm resting on his shoulder reassuringly.

"She will have blinked out, Winston."

she said calmly.

Winston shook his head, flapping a large hand towards her.

"The seat isn't the problem, Hana, look closer."

Hana squinted, following Winston's line of sight. She shrugged, pulling back.

"I'm sorry, I can't see what you do."

Winston huffed before he reached down into the wreckage of the console and pulled out a single bullet fragment. "Tracer was attacked."

Hana couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her as Angela landed beside them with a dull thump. Her head was bowed, voice shaking. "W-Winston?"

Hana looked up, realising she was crying as her eyes felt to o warm and her cheeks felt wet. Winston froze.

"You need to see this."

Angela looked between the two and the Meka that had been sending video footage to the others.

"Then stop that recording too."

She nodded her compliance, ending the recording almost immediately.

Back at the base, where the rest of them had been watching were trying to withhold their tears. Until of course chaps ensued when Hana turned off the recording.

Of course everyone feared the worst; death. But what faced Winston, he knew to be worse than death for Lena.

Propped up against a rock was Lena's chronal accelerator. "No." Winston whispered, sprinting over to pick up the harness and examine it.

"NO!"

Winston dropped the accelerator and let out a roar. His eyes began to burn a bright yellow as he turned a faint red, electric sparks flew from him as he let his animal instincts take over and pound against the earth and nearby trees in a blind fury.

Angela could only stand and watch as her friend got lost within his primal rage, whilst Hana stood alone in disbelief, eyes locked on the harness cast aside on the , Winston calmed down, with no more energy within him to go into another flurry of rage. Sobs began to leave him as he clutched what had been left of his friend.

"Angela ... Hana ... call ahead and tell them to get the recall chamber up and running; she might have gone back into the slipstream."

Winston said thickly, feeling hot tears streaking down his face. He picked up his fallen glasses that had been discarded during his fit of rage and placed them on his nose as he forced himself to regain himself.

That was three months ago.