Heavily inspired by a drawing (that I cant bloody post) by this awesome person: safety-officer-barto. tumblr .com, please check them out and show them some love! This was very quickly written, so hopefully you'll excuse any inevitable mistakes and enjoy!

Hana Song watched Reinhardt handle a tiny book about 1/16th his size with the delicacy and grace of a man half his size. She had ended her morning stream with her signature call-sign, "Don't forget, we're all Divas now!" and on her way to imbue her weight in Doritos (damn company still won't sponsor her) and Mountain Dew she noticed the elder Overwatch member carefully studying the tiny book with such reverence it boggled her.

"What up with the book?" she wondered aloud, unsure of whether or not to directly ask the Dragon Slayer.

Lúcio somehow heard her question through his headphones. He pulled them off and grinned at her. "Bird-watching, Rein likes to take walks sometimes and go bird-watching. Really relaxing, also pretty awesome if you're stuck with a creative block!"

Hana looked at Lúcio as if he grew a second head. "Whaaaa?" she droned, scratching her head. "Sooo, it's like Pokemon? Do you get to catch these birds?"

Before Lúcio could formulate a response, mercifully Angela stepped in. "No, it is as the name states, Hana, watching birds."

Hana furrowed her brows, scrunching up her nose she stared at Angela quizzically. "But… how do you win?"

"Perhaps you could find out yourself?" Angela suggested.

grinned, jumping to her feet and pumping her arms. "Alrighty then! I'm gonna watch the shit out of those birds!"

Angela sighed and handed Hana a clear jar nearly filled to the brim with money labeled, in Korean, 'SWEAR JAR'. Hana, without shame, stuffed more money into the jar and plodded towards Reinhardt.

Like a knight accepting an epic quest, she pointed heroically at Reinhardt, proudly declaring, "Wanna watch some BIRDS?!"

Reinhardt looked at her for a moment then broke out in a hearty grin. "Of course, child!"

"Awesome! FIRST, DORITOS!"

Two bags of Doritos and a case of soda later, the two were out in an epic adventure of bird-watching. Hana had changed from her usual outfit of 'fuck-it pajamas' to a lovely cut-out crop-top with her signature bunny print on her chest, high-waisted shorts and a sun hat. Angela suggested the sun hat due to the blistering sun and warned her not to use it as a frisbee.

Hana did have to admit that having some time off to just enjoy the sunny day was awesome. Since the Recall, they haven't had time to relax. Overwatch moved from place to place constantly, one moment they're in Mexico stopping an Anti-Omnic uprising, the next they're in Finland preventing the activation of an Omnium.

She honestly forgot what it meant to relax, so this was a nice respite even if it made her a bit restless. Hana's bundle of snacks and drinks bounced uncomfortably in her pack as she trotted behind the imposing Reinhardt. He was easily the tallest of the group and probably the scariest looking one.

Reinhardt was a wall of muscle and mass, his footsteps thundering underneath him, his stature intimidating. Hana wondered if the Greek gods looked this scary. Still his personality didn't exactly match his appearance. He was gentle and kind almost to a fault and, despite his stature, he moved with liquid grace like a dancer. He certainly made Hana look like a clumsy fool, she had a reputation for tripping over nothing.

The two walked down a few parks in (ah where were they again?) Fort Harrison State Park, Indiana. Hana didn't understand why, but Soldier 76 really enjoyed Indiana. No matter where they went or what they did, it was almost a promise that Overwatch would end up in Indiana for a while.

Hana looked over Reinhardt. He looked like if Santa Claus took up a gym membership, the kindness in his smile juxtaposed with his beefy build as if he would hand out presents to good boys and girls and suplex anyone on his naughty list.

Reinhardt kept an eye on his book, occasionally looking around for any birds. Well, that was hardly a challenge. Birds flew around everywhere, chirping like crazy. But Rein didn't pay any attention to them, it was like he was looking for something in particular.

Hana was growing restless so she clambered up his arm and clamped on his shoulder, peering at his book. "What're we looking forr?"

Rein chuckled at the girl's antics, "Nothing in particular, and everything we can!"

"You sound like Zenyatta," she complained. Zenyatta was a smart dude and all but sometimes he said weird and confusing things.

Reinhardt hummed as he considered a response, his body vibrated like a monster truck idling. "There is not much in the way of rarity here," he answered. "But, we will see what we can find, eh?"

"Ohhhhh, when do we catch them and train them?"

Reinhardt threw his head back and laughed, nearly bucking Hana off his shoulder. "Catch them? Come now, child, you make me laugh sometimes!"

Hana didn't know what was so funny, but she laughed along as well, imitating Rein's epic laughter as best she could.

The two walked along for an hour, documenting the birds they saw, well, by documenting I mean Hana took three-hundred forty pictures of the forest, half of which were selfies and the other half were blurry pictures of birds in flight. Still, the two enjoyed her photography skills, Reinhardt commending her for getting a shot of a bird diving for her food at just the perfect moment.

"Angie made me that sandwich!" Hana whined, taking a selfie of her sad expression and another picture of her spilled food then texting that to everyone in Overwatch (whoops, accidentally sent that to Gabriel, well maybe he'll think it's funny).

"Ah, Han, look!"

She looked and watched Reinhardt in awe of a tiny bird perched on his hand. Hana gasped and immediately clambered up his arm and shoulder to watch the tiny bird. Unlike everything else that interacted with Reinhardt it was unafraid of the giant it was perched on. It hopped cautiously on his finger, staring quizzically at both Reinhardt and Hana.

What was that bird called. Brown Creeper! It was so small, appearing diminutive against Reinhardt's hand.

Hana slowly pulled a net out of nowhere. "Now the hunt begins…"

Reinhardt chuckled and flexed his hand to coax the tiny bird into flying away, to Hana's dismay. "Come, come, child. Let us rest over there."

The duo sat by a sparkling pond with plenty of geese and ducks about. Hana sat cross-legged, moving back and forth impatiently, watching as Reinhardt continued to study his book. "We saw the Brown Creeper, right?"

"Yes."

"That's the only rare one here?"

"Birds are fickle and sometimes do not enjoy certain climates other birds may love."

"Sounds like Pharah," Hana considered for a moment. "We need to find the other rare birds, right? That's how we win!"

"Win?"

"So, where are the birds? That little book has to know where it is, right?"

"Patience, child," Reinhardt said, smiling. "This book only knows what I know, it cannot tell you where other birds may be."

"Whaddya mean?"

Reinhardt handed her the book. It was old and flimsier than Hana expected, it felt like it would crumble in her hands if she didn't handle it properly. That explained why Reinhardt was so careful with it, the book look ancient now that she looked at it more properly!

She looked into the book, expecting encyclopedic knowledge of every bird in the world but instead were expertly drawn birds with a brief summary of what it was and dates written next to it. Hana looked up at Reinhardt, she was an expressive person, so much so you could practically see the question mark forming in her eyes.

Reinhardt laughed boisterously. "I am not sure what you expected, child, but that is not a guide to bird watching. It is my little hobby I have taken up since I was a child!"

Hana looked through the book more, in the beginning of the book the drawings of birds were crude and childlike with juvenile handwriting and the dates went all the way back to 2016. The earliest she saw was July 20th 2021. Hana did the math in her head, it would mean that Reinhardt had been doing this since he was 5 years old!

"Whoaaa, that's a long time, Rein!" Hana exclaimed, flipping through the book, seeing numerous German birds in these pages. As the years progressed, the drawings became more precise, clear, expertly crafted. The latest page was today, the drawing of the Brown Creeper look hyperrealistic, but this time there was a miniature drawing of Hana at the bottom, frowning as she dropped her sandwich on the floor. "Dat's me!"

Reinhardt nodded. "When I was a boy, I was a tiny, frail thing. Always sick, always weak. My mother took me out every weekend to watch birds, it became my favorite activity. It certainly beat sitting in a bed all day as well!"

Hana tried to imagine Reinhardt as a small, sick child but the thought was impossible to conjure. "Today reminded me of those childhood days," he continued, smiling broadly at Hana. "You are full of spirit, much like my mother!"

"I've been told I'm full of stuff before, not spirit though, so I'll take that!" Hana giggled, hugging Reinhardt's arm which was as thick as a tree. "Today was fun for me as well, Reiny!"

Reinhardt gasped as he looked at his watch (which was as big as a grandfather clock) and stood. "We must be getting home, child, your stream will begin soon, no?"

Hana laughed as she laid down on the grass, resting her head on her arms, uncharacteristically still for the first time in a long time. "They can wait, we still need to cover the rest of the park, don't we?"

Reinhardt hesitated but nodded and sat down beside her. "We do, it shall be a glorious day."