It was a quiet morning at the Overwatch Highpoint base. The halls, meeting and training rooms were deserted. With no danger present, the members slept in with ease.

Except for one veteran, "rest" was no longer a word in his category.

Solider Jack "76" Morrison grunted as he stepped out of the shower, rubbing his face. It had to be at least 7 AM, and he was beginning to regret getting up, even though he had mentally trained himself to be up and active at anytime in the wake of a threat over the years.

But dammit even Winston, that intelligent ape, could be heard snoring from his hammock above the main room. There hadn't been any assaults on Highpoint for a week now. While that in it was strange, Jack was certain that if anything were to happen, he'd know.

After staring at himself in the mirror for five minutes, the antihero yawned and considered returning to bed. As he turned to leave, he heard a hum coming from the room outside.

In reflex, 76 held a combat stance and tip toed towards the sound. The humming became clearer as he neared the automatic door. It was a woman. Jack counted the number of females in his head. The voice was too gentle to be Tracer's, softer than Zarya's and warmer than that dreaded Widomaker.

Who else could it be? Jack stepped in front of the door, activating it and leaped behind the nearest object: a wall. This was one of the locker rooms that connected to the practice room for when a member wanted quick access to a shower after an intense training session. 76 heard the humming clearly now; he knew there was only one person that could sound that peaceful.

"Angela?"

Jack peered his head around the wall to be sure. What he saw next left him frozen.

Dr. Angela "Mercy" was humming an unfamiliar song while searching her locker. In a towel.

Jack didn't know what was happening to him. He was looking at nothing more than a person of the opposite sex wrapped in a cloth, what was so special about that?

Probably the fact that her back was to him and the towel barely covered that plump bottom of hers. Any lower and he'd be able to see the upper half of her ass.

Jack swallowed hard. That wasn't just any woman he was looking at. It was the talented and caring Valkyrie of Overwatch, the healer, the avoider of all kind of violence,… woman who would touch his back with her delicate fingers after a raid.

"Why the hell are you standing here?"

His brain asked him a perfect question. He could turn around, walk away and forget what he saw. She was merely a comrade who happened to be finishing a shower at the same time. He did no crime, he was just_

Jack bit his lip when Angela turned her body to pick up her leggings. The freaking towel wasn't even around her! She merely held it in front of her with one hand, letting the side of her body be exposed. Jack unconsciously licked his bit lip as he watched the fruitful curve of her side breast brush against the cloth.

Now he really had to go. If he kept this up, lord knows what he'd see next.

Jack turned towards the bathroom; maybe another shower would do the trick.

Yet luck had it out for him. Instead of falling into the bathroom, he hit the wall. Thank God he wasn't wearing his goggles, the impact would have definitely cracked them.

"Shit!"

Mercy stopped humming and actually wrapped the towel around herself. As quickly as he could, Jack rolled through the door to the training room just as Angela peeked in the hallway. Though she was sure she had heard someone curse, she shrugged it off and continued to dress.

Breakfast went about as usual: Winston ate his bananas, to which Tracer playfully kept on trying to feed him by dangling the fruit in his face, Mcree enjoyed his smoke in front of the window while sipping his coffee, and Reinhardt gobbled up his carb and protein rich breakfast plate just as Jack shrugged into the room.

The antihero grunted a, "good morning" and grabbed the first edible thing on the counter: an apple. Before he could take a bite, a familiar voice rang in his ear.

"Good morning, Jack!"

Usually not easily startled, Jack fell out of his chair, losing the apple to Winston's head. Lena giggled.

"Jack, your face was priceless!"

"Indeed it was." Said Winston.

76 ignored them and regained his cool demeanor.

"Mornin'."

Angela handed him a new apple along with a coffee mug.

"I figured you'd want a pick me up."

Jack nodded and took the apple and mug without a word. He was too busy trying not to think of her "pick me up" as something more…personal.

"Somebody's cranky." Lena retorted, finishing up her cereal and sliding the bowl down the counter.

"I…was up early." Jack answered, sipping his drink.

Angela finished washing the Brit's bowl and took a seat across from Jack.

"Winston, could I have a banana too? I'm not very hungry."

"Certainly, I've had enough anyways." Winston snatched a banana out of Lena's hand who was attempting to feed him again.

"Thank you."

Jack had just finished his apple and was about to leave when he heard Mercy making hums as she scanned some medical records. He gasped.

The Swedish nurse held half of the banana between her lips with one hand while scanning the records with the other. Jack watched as she hummed in concentration, her lips moving around the shaft of the fruit. Occasionally she'd open her mouth to take a short breath and lick smudged banana from the corner of her lip.

Jack's throat felt dry again. More than that, he felt warm, warm but frustrated. Frustrated that he was actually standing there like a moron and watching the team's doctor eat a freaking fruit.

"Goddam that mouth can move…"

He nearly punched himself. Again with those weird thoughts. Why was his brain suddenly acting like a damn juvenile? Not like he hadn't seen women before.

Maybe it was because he had never seen a woman naked. And if he had, it had most likely been in a more dramatic setting such as a raid, a war, or by mere mistake.

Something about the blonde angel that had captured his interest, yet he couldn't figure out why. She was and would always be just a comrade. Overwatch was not the place to make bonds beyond teamwork and platonic chemistry.

Plus he was certain that Mercy would probably want a man at least half his age, which he never told anyone.

"Jack? Jack?"

76 shook his head to his name being called. He saw Tracer and Winston looking at him with amused expressions. Angela had finished her banana and was chewing what was left.

"You seem tense, is there something troubling you?" Winston asked.

Jack shook his head.

"Keep alert if anything happens. I'm…gonna go workout."

He attempted to leave again, only for Angela to stop him.

"Jack, sorry to stall you but today is examination day. You'll be after big guy here." She said, motioning to Reinhardt who flexed in response while chuckling.

76 responded with a nod before ducking out of the room. When he was sure no one was around, he face walled.

"Shit."