Hey, I don't know how the community feels about Tracer and Hanzo, but I'll find out with this, and if it all is received well, I might continue it.
Healing Takes Time
"Believe it or not, but I understand you, love," sealing her lips into a thin line, Hanzo giving a heavy sigh at her intent, she kept on pushing, "When Overwatch was put on the chopping block, I was devastated,"
"Nothing you have experienced will be the same," Hanzo held his back toward her gaze, interrupting her from her try to open up to him, "My brother is not the same, and it is my actions that have caused his change,"
"We all make mistakes, but Genji," she attempted to not sound too cheerful, the grand archer her exact opposite in mood at the moment, "He forgives you. He may have changed, but he has never given up hope that you will understand. Neither will I in the people Overwatch protects,"
Hanzo scoffed, "Is that why you compare my brother and I to your allegiance with Overwatch? Because there is a resurgence on either side?"
Hanzo harbored great senses, and when Tracer slipped faster than the blink of an eye from behind his view to face his frontal sight, he stubbornly turned to face the other way. He'd been a lonesome man, and Tracer just was not comfortable with it. She knew that he had been pained by his past, but holding onto it without anyone to hear what it felt like made him a bitter soul, and she only wished to help him ease the trauma.
"Because there is forgiveness and acceptance," she stretched her hand to him, only to have him grip her hand in his, refusing it, "but I know it takes time,"
"Time does not mend any wound or memory,"
This time, she felt the fibers outlining his facial features beneath her touch, "Healing takes time. I know it hurts, love,"
The side of his face, stained by a fallen tear and struck by the shock that he'd release such an emotion in front of the woman, still lay under her touch for moments after, until he'd realized the situation and stood up.
"You know nothing," he hardened a glare at her, "of my brother and I,"
"Maybe I don't," she felt a warmness ignite her chest from the response of color on his face from the moments before, "but I'd love to get to know you, and help you through this. I promise."