((I got carried away with a 4am typing session. I intended this to be a ReaderXOverwatch fic. I'll likely revise later, though if I don't post now I'll never get to share it! I hope you all enjoy it, any reviews are welcome. -Falre))
Explosions rattled the battlefield, sending chunks of concrete and steel flying over the clock tower. Kings Row had once again become a staging point. You had no idea what you were doing there, only that the payload must not reach its destination. Reinhardt paced himself, standing in front of the payload with his barrier shield at the ready. Pharah covered the team from above, keeping an eye on the goings-on below. Soldier:76 and McCree did their best to take down enemies that got too close, while you and Ana kept the team healthy.
You are relatively new to the Overwatch team. After a confrontation in Ilios between them and Talon, they graciously took all the help they could get. You make the mistake of letting your mind wander back to the day. You had seen them fight back Talon at the ruins as they tried to make off with many valuable artifacts. The battle was bloody, and had you not been there the girl who went by 'Tracer' would have likely died.
Winston was curious just how you managed to heal such grievous wounds in such short time. The only other person on the team who could manage that was a doctor named Angela. You recall explaining your research to the gorilla. How you found that you could, through a method of biological "hacking", cause cells to regenerate at an increased rate of speed. Your chemical laced gloves, upon coming in contact with the DNA of the patient in question, caused this reaction.
Unfortunately, this meant that if someone was hurt you had to be right in the thick of it to help, or hope your chemicals could reach the person in question. After working with Ziegler, or Mercy as you've come to know her, you made improvements to your healing mechanisms and even created a more potent chemical compound, that, for a time being, prevented death entirely for those whose DNA it was attuned with. Mercy warned you to only use it in case of emergency. With these compounds, you've created a healing mechanism based off vapors. Tossing a glass vial at the feet of your allies released these chemicals, allowing you to heal from a distance as well as up close.
"What are you doing, get down!" Soldier:76 pulled you from your daydream with a quick tackle to the cold, wet cobblestone road. A hook flew right over where you were just standing. "Pay attention. I don't have time to be babysitting greenhorns!" The man huffed as he quickly stood and ran, taking cover behind a vehicle and shooting at an obscenely large man in a gas mask. "Get in there, I've got your back!" Ana shouted from her perch, shooting a nanoboost into Soldier:76's back.
"Iaso, I could use some help here!" Reinhardt shouted to you, his barrier shield down as he brought down his hammer hard on some poor soul. You weren't used to the moniker they gave you. "Right, Incoming!" You pulled the concentrated chemical vial from your belt and threw it at Reinhardt's armor. The glass shattering and crunching as his massive form stepped on the remains of the vial. The injuries he sustained seemed to heal instantaneously upon contact with the vapors.
Your team only had to hold out for a little bit longer. The attackers were bound to give up soon. A rain of bullets sprayed from the guns of a man dressed in all black along with a battlecry of "Die! Die! Die!" In that same instant, a hailstorm of grenades fell from above. Reinhardt lifted his shield to protect from the grenades while you and ana both dropped healing gases on your teammates and yourselves. It helped, but not by much. You still ended up with a bullet lodged in your calf, while McCree took a bullet to the shoulder and abdomen. The healing chemicals you administered began pushing the bullets out of your flesh, but it was painful. A side-effect that certainly needed more research. A sound pierced the row, A revving, sounding like a motorcycle. "Get out of there, now!" Pharah spoke through the communicators. "Junkrat is working for them, he's got a riptire coming your way, move!" You heard the telltale sounds of her reloading her rocket launcher and firing one off.
Everyone seemed to scatter, Soldier :76 taking cover behind a statue, Reinhardt backing against a wall with his shield up and Ana between his chest and the barrier. McCree ducked into a building, leaving you the sitting duck in the chaos of the battle field. As you ran to take cover you saw the creation Pharah spoke of.
This was the same bomb that nearly killed Tracer those couple months back. "Shit..Shit… Shit!" You shouted as the bomb seemed to hone in on you. For a brief moment your life flashed before your eyes, until the pain of a sharp hook around your waist pulled you suddenly out of harm's way only for you to hear the empty click of a gun out of ammo. "'Ey now! Wha'd you do that for! I was gunna blow 'er up!" A voice complained from around a corner, only to laugh. Your eyes met with the empty stare of a gas mask. The massive man raised the gun high bringing it down hard over your head. That was the last you saw of the battlefield for one day.
It had to have been a couple hours later when you woke. You tried to sit up, however that seemed impossible. Not only were you bound with ropes to a pipe, your head was ringing as a goose egg had formed over your left ear. You looked around and it appeared you were in some maintenance building in Kings Row.
"Oohh! Not many people wake up this soon after a blow to the 'ead from hogs gun! Sturdy! I like it!" You heard a voice which seemed entirely too loud jeering from across the room. "I still do not understand, why did we have to keep her alive? She works with Overwatch. We can kill her and send a message…" A woman in a body suit with a prominent French accent spoke. Though, this woman seemed more interested in cleaning her rifle than anything else.
Another woman seemed to appear from the shadows, her accent seeming to have a Spanish flair to it. "I told you already. I saw her healing them. I've read her profile. She can be useful to us. Especially when the hired help goes loco with the bombs." The woman seemed to open a monitor in thin air, you could see from your vantage point the screen had a picture of you, your full name, age, date of birth, country of origin, the works. "See, Widowmaker? She's a bioche-" The girl was cut off by the woman in the body suit. "I do not care, Sombra. " Sombra seemed a bit disappointed for a brief moment. "Either way, I'm taking her gloves and chemicals for study. I ain't dying because of Talon's quest for the holy grail." She rolled her eyes, closed out the screen and picked up a bag.
You noticed that your weapons and healing supplies were all missing. "Hey, no! Give those back! "You protested, but to no avail. Sombra quietly stepped over to you. "You work for our team now, entendido? You heal us, keep us alive, or you die and we take your discoveries for our own uses. I mean, they're going to be used by me anyway, but hey, your secret can be safe with me under the right conditions. " She reached down and laid a finger gently on your nose, "Boop!" She spoke with a smile and disappeared as though being digitized.
"Mmm…I don't trust her. " The man in all black spoke up from the shadows. He was so silent and well-hidden that you hadn't even noticed him before. "Agreed. I feel as though she sabotaged our mission in Russia. Perhaps she sabotaged us here for her own reasons." Widowmaker replied. Her tone of voice unchanged through every word she spoke.
"SO! What are we gonna do then? I thought we were supposed to get the bomb to scrap the bots. Are we still getting' paid? Er…Me and hog wanna know." The man who tried to blow you up spoke out, lounging against a wall with his grenade launcher laying in front of him. "You work with us until the job is done. That was the deal, rat. " The man in black spoke harshly. "A'right A'right. It was just a question! There's more stuff that needs ta be blown up then count me in anyway!" He replied from his lounging position on the floor.
You watched as these people went mostly silent, each taking care of their weapons or exchanging small talk. You could tell that Widowmaker and the man in black worked together frequently, or at least enough for them to be comfortable with eachother. Where as the other pair, rat and hog, seemed to be closer friends.
The man with the metal arm and peg-leg hobbled over to you, popping down on his ass in front of you. "Well, I may as well introduce us if you're going to be with us a while. You already met Sombra. She's the one who ran off with your stuff. Then you had a close encounter with Roadhog earlier, as well as Reaper!" He nodded off in the direction of his co-workers as he said their names. "Windowmaker is over there in the corner and-" "It's WIDOWmaker…And if I can shoot a target from seventy meters and get a clean shot through the eye, you do not want to test me at close range." She spoke, only to go back to speaking with Reaper. The man rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, Widowmucker. I got it this time for sure! Anywho! I'm called Junkrat! You got a name ya like to be called or what?" He asked, his eyes seemed bright but a chaos swirled behind them.
"Well, the guys at Overwatch have taken to calling me Iaso. I guess she was supposedly a greek goddess of cures and modes of healing in the ancient days. It was Winston's idea. " You spoke, though quietly. "Oh, the monkey? " He questioned. "Yes, the monk- Gorilla. He's a gorilla. " You corrected yourself. You were still on edge from the fight earlier, you held your arms close to your body in a defensive crouch on the ground, or as close to a defensive posture as you could with your arms tied and your back flat against an iron pipe that came jutting out of the ground.
Roadhog stood from his seat and walked off, muttering something barely audible through the mask. "Ooh! If you're goin' out can you bring me some food too? I'm starvin'!" Roadhog paused, looking back at you and Junkrat before giving a nod. You watched as the large man left the room. Leaving you alone with the insane man. Wait, alone? When did the other two leave? Your eyes scanned the room to try and find any trace of them still being there, but there was none.
"Huh?" Junkrat followed your gaze, looking around. "Yeah, they do that all the time. I think they're fuckin', but hog tells me to stay out of it. Not my business he tells me. And he's right, but it's just so fuckin' funny to piss off wickermocker." He busts into hysterical laughter again. "So, how do you feel about making things explodey?" He picks up a couple of grenades and begins to juggle them, a wicked grin spreading across his face.