Disclaimer: I don't own Overwatch or its ideas. I only own my OC.
Hey, guess who is back with another story idea! So just letting you know, Tracer is gonna be pretty OOC at some points, and Soldier 76 has been not replaced, but I've changed his identity and personality to fit the story idea.
It's Tracer x S76 by the way, if you couldn't figure that out.
Hope you enjoy!
~TPoT~
"…in other news, the World Security Bureau continues its investigation on the recent attacks made on multiple WSB facilities and former Overwatch installations. Overwatch was, of course, what the WSB was founded over, after allegations of corruption and various violations of human rights caused the group to shut down…"
The radio suddenly went silent, startling the two man group, the silence which returned becoming unbearable.
The two shifted uncomfortable, holding on tightly to their weapons. The rest of their team watched unimpressed, the heavy weapons and jet black gear reminding them of where they were.
"Stay focused. We're not here to have fun, and we are sure as hell not here to get killed because you two wanted to listen to the radio!"
The two stood up stiffly, their commander's words cutting through the silence like a hot knife through butter.
"As punishment, you two are gonna scout the next floor. Alone."
~TPoT~
A man stood quietly behind the two, his red and white sports jacket and mask making it obvious that he wasn't a part of the team.
"Janna, why did we take this job in the first place?"
"John, you and I both know we need the money. It's our fault that we were too stupid to realize the risks before it was too late."
"I guess, but we both could've gone for something safer. You are the person I want to start a family with, I don't want to lose you just because we needed cash."
The man watched on quietly. These two were still young. While he was ruthless, he wasn't heartless.
The two froze at the electric whine that came from behind them.
"Make a single sound, and you're dead."
That didn't mean that he shouldn't keep up appearances.
The two watched the man come from the darkness, his boots making quiet footsteps as he strode towards them. The gun he held looked menacing enough, with the mere appearance of it making their guns look like toys. They looked towards his face, and their reflections from his goggles stared back. With his face being covered by a red and black scarf, they only knew he was human by his jet black hair, with only a few gray hairs showing his age. They both thought they were as good as dead, before the man's voice cut through the silence.
"Go home."
They both turned to each other, before placing their guns on a nearby desk.
"Thank you."
The two ran out of the room and turned before going down the stairs, the only thing on their minds were how lucky they both were, and the number 76 on the man's jacket.
~TPoT~
"Where are those two newbies?"
"Probably ran off. They seemed too scared to do anything properly."
The commander grunted.
"It doesn't matter. The WSB wants us to rob this place."
"Why would they want us to rob an old Overwatch headquarter? Don't they technically own this place?"
The commander turned and stared at the mercenary who dared to question him.
"You ever heard of the term, 'curiosity killed the cat?'"
The man shut up.
"There's the vault. Whatever is in there, we bring it to them and we get our mone-"
He was interrupted by the low hum of electricity flowing through the building.
"What the hell? They said that the power here hasn't been up in years."
The sound of a television turning on filled the room, and the darkness was chased away by the light of the television.
"Today marks the fifth anniversary of James O'Connell's untimely death. Five years ago, an attack on Overwatch's leader and his team not only marked the death of Overwatch, but the end of his life. With his death brought Overwatch to the end of its story, with one final bloody and dark chapter. From the ashes, came the WSB-"
*BANG*
The gunshot rang through the building, followed by the shattering of glass and the cracking of sparks.
"Shame, I always loved that TV."
The room erupted into chaos, with all remaining team members being startled by the new voice and spraying into the darkness and wherever their team was not. Tables were ripped to shreds, the many bullets flying into the faded walls, causing dust and drywall to fill the room in a fog. Anything that wasn't a person was destroyed, and soon the gunfire faded into silence, as the team quickly reloaded, their empty magazines dropping onto the floor.
"I-is he dead?"
A gasp and a thud was heard, and the team swiveled their heads only to see the gun and flashlight of a team member on the floor.
They sprayed at where he previously was, their pay and individual lives the only thing that they cared about.
One by one, the team was picked off. Some were knocked out and pulled away, while others were dragged away kicking and screaming. The numbers dwindled, until only the commander remained.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN WALK IN AND DESTROY MY OPERATION?! HUH?! I. WILL. KILL YOU!"
He shot randomly through the darkness, his shotgun sending unforgiving pellets into the night.
He felt a hand clasp around his throat, and he was slammed against a wall.
"Game over, chump."
The last thing he saw was the masked man's blood red goggles and a fist.
~TPoT~
"Wake up."
The commander awoke to a throbbing pain in his head, and he opened his eyes to see himself hanging out of a window, suspended by a piece of rope tied around his ankles. The ground was upwards, and it seemed as if the buildings on the horizon
"Here's how this is gonna work. You tell me what you were doing here, and you won't end up like your buddies down there."
He looked down, and saw the bodies of his team laying on the ground. His eyes widened, but all he did was spit at the masked man.
"I'm not telling you shit!"
The masked man leaned towards the commander.
"Are you sure you want to say that, Peter?"
Peter's eyes widened. How'd he get a hold of his real name?
"That's right. I know all about you. How you've been working for the WSB for a while, and how your wife misses you terribly. Although I do find it strange that she calls out your name when her and your friend go at it."
Peter paled. He wasn't so sure about this anymore.
The masked man sighed, before he brought a knife to the rope, ready to cut.
"Wait, wait! I'll talk!"
He smirked under the scarf covering his face, not that Peter could see it.
"The WSB hired us to find something in this old building. If we found it, then we were to bring it to them. If we didn't find anything, we were supposed to torch this place to the ground."
"Where were you supposed to meet?"
"London! We were supposed to bring whatever the thing in the vault was to London!"
The masked man made a sound of approval, before reaching out to cut the rope.
"WAIT, I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I KNOW!"
They both were interrupted by a blue flash in the distance. The masked man unconsciously rubbed at his left ring finger under his glove.
"What the hell was that?!"
The masked man sighed.
"An old memory."
With that, the rope was cut. Peter screamed, and hoped for some miracle to happen.
He closed his eyes, fearing his oncoming death, only for it to not come. He landed softly in the trash disposal, the groans of his very alive team members and the horrible smells welcoming him.
~TPoT~
"Whew! Made it in record time too!"
Lena Oxton breathed in the fresh air. Even though she was head of security of the WSB, field ops rarely made their way to her. She stretched quietly, before a voice in her earpiece interrupted her silence.
"Lena, are you there?! Lena, respond!"
"Yes, Richard! I'm here. Calm down, mate."
Richard Henderson had been her partner for the last two months, and he tended to take things too cautiously.
"Well, it's not my fault you're always on radio silence when you're not supposed to be!"
"Well get used to it, cause I'm about to do it again! Bye luv!"
Lena took off her earpiece quietly looked forward into the night, spotting the old building in the distance. She looked down and took off her gloves to see the plain gold band on her left ring finger.
Five years. Five years since she lost him. Five years since he took her heart with him to his grave. She missed James dearly, remembering every fond moment they had together. Their marriage was short-lived, but she considered those few months to be the best months of her life. She felt unstoppable with him at her side.
She felt a tear trail down her face. She quickly lifted her aviator goggles up and wiped it away.
"You aren't getting paid to cry, Lena…"
She sighed, before straightening. She moved closer to the building, and saw memories flash through her mind.
"I remember this place…I met James here. We both were just starting our time in Overwatch. I remember knocking him flat on his back when I turned that corner…"
She ran a hand through her brown hair. She briefly wondered if this was some sort of WSB test. She knew that the alert came unusually late, and she luckily was in the area. It was happy hour at the local pub, and she was attempting to drown her sorrows in alcohol.
"He was so cute with that blush on his face. So apologetic too. I knew I was in love with that Canadian…"
She sighed, before slowly turning and looking at the masked man behind her. She took in his black and white bomber jacket, noticing the number 76 on it.
"Didn't your mum ever tell you that it was rude to listen in on other people?"
The man almost seemed sheepish, fiddling with his gun before relaxing.
"You seem more prepared for a game of airsoft instead of breaking into a R&D lab. Why don't you just hand whatever you stole to me and we can both go our separate ways?"
Lena kept the flirty tone in her voice, liking how it seemed to throw off the man. She leaned forward and smirked.
"What's wrong luv? Have a bit of a crush on me? I'm warning you, I'm more than just a pretty face…"
The man straightened and readied up.
"No…I just wanted to warn you."
"Warn me about what? You?"
Lena was confused at the wave of nostalgia she felt, and she became annoyed at the seemingly condescending tone the man had.
"Exactly."
She sighed in disappointment, before giggling.
"You must be a nutter! You truly don't know who you're dealing with."
He cleared his throat, before speaking.
"Lena Oxton, codenamed Tracer. 29 years old, head of security for the WSB."
Lena snorted. He must have thought he was smart, searching her up, but before she could reply, he continued.
"A former pilot, you volunteered to fly a prototype which was designed to be able to teleport. Unfortunately, it malfunctioned and it disappeared mid-flight. You were thought to be dead. You'd start randomly appearing, with your molecules being de-synchronized from the flow of time. You'd reappear for a few moments before disappearing for weeks, or months on end."
She was shocked.
"T-that's classified info-"
"If it weren't for a scientist, you'd be stuck like that. Thanks to the chrono-stabilizer on your chest, you're able to control your own flow of time."
She took a shaky breath, before speaking again.
"How did you know all of that?"
The man sighed.
"I knew you…once."
"Then you know what happens now, right luv?"
The man nodded.
"I'm afraid so."
She leapt forward, her machine pistols firing towards him. He tucked into a roll and returned fire, bullets flying towards Lena, forcing her to teleport backwards.
She flew upwards into the air, blowing a kiss towards him and she began to fire again. The man dove backwards, landing and he began to push himself backwards towards cover.
"You seem familiar! Have we met before?"
The man grunted as he felt a bullet fly through his shoulder.
"I don't think now's the time to talk."
He took cover behind a wall, the bullets impacting near him. He popped out, only to find an empty space where he thought Lena was.
"Hey, I'm over here!~"
Lena always loved taunting her opponents, and this man was the best fight she had in years.
The man caught her fist, before vaulting her over his shoulder and sending her into the air.
Lena flew wildly through the air, caught off guard at the block. She looked towards the man, to see him aim at the stabilizer on her chest. She panicked, remembering that he knew a lot about her.
"Bugger off, asshole!"
She willed herself to stop, and she froze in midair, surrounded by a blue aura. She began to rewind, her face turning from fear to determination. She watched the masked man follow her with his gun, and she landed. She expected him to open fire, not knowing about the moment of invulnerability.
But to her shock, he didn't. He placed his foot against her stomach, and lightly but firmly kicked her away.
"I told you. I know how you fight, now stay out of my way."
Lena felt a surge of rage flow through her, and her vision turned red. She threw her guns and flashed towards him, her fist in the air.
Time seemed to slow as the man raised his rifle, and aimed down his sights. His crosshair was right on her head, Lena's rage leaving her vulnerable. With one squeeze, she would be gone.
But it never happened.
The man moved his finger away from the trigger, and fell into the brown pools that were Lena's eyes. The rage in them didn't take away from her beauty one bit, and he was left with a single thought in his mind.
I missed seeing those eyes.
Lena felt the crunch of the man's goggles beneath her fist, feeling them break and collide with the man's soft skin. She was surprised that she hadn't broken his nose.
He tumbled back, spinning wildly and rolling on the ground.
Lena rubbed her hand, feeling the pain throb.
"Had enough, eh?"
The man started to stand back up, covering his face and using his gun as a stand to get up.
Lena smirked.
"I told you I'm more than just a pretty face!"
The man seemed to grunt, and he turned to face Lena, his scarf falling from him mouth.
The moonlight illuminated his face, and Lena froze. It wasn't possible.
It was James.
She felt so many conflicting emotions. Sadness, happiness, anger, and confusion. She was there at his funeral. She remembered how she refused to leave the casket's side. She remembered how she cried out as they had to drag her away as they buried him. HE. WAS. DEAD!
Yet, there he was. The few freckles he had on his face still there. The scar on his left cheek from when the last argument they had had caused her to scratch his face. The stress lines from the workload still on his head.
"James…"
James grimaced. She wasn't supposed to find out. He was dead, with only Soldier 76 left to continue on.
"James is dead."
Lena screamed out.
"Then who are you?!"
He sighed.
"I'm the phantom that took his place. You shouldn't be mourning over someone long gone. Move on princess."
James turned away at the slip of his tongue. He wasn't supposed to miss her, but he just revealed it. He heard Lena sob.
"James, please don't leave me…not again…"
James looked into her eyes, showing emotion for the first time in five years. A tear slowly slid down his cheek.
"I have to. I need to finish this."
With that final statement, Lena watched her presumed dead husband fade away into the darkness. She couldn't chase after him now, her emotions keeping her in place. She took off her glove, and stared at her ring once more. She had to compose herself quickly. With WSB agents on their way, she put her earpiece back on.
"..ena! Lena! Are you there?"
She took a shaky breath, before replying.
"Richard. I'm taking a few days off, alright? I think I've deserved a few days of vacation, don't you think luv?"
With that, she stood. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a man sneaking away. She dashed towards hin, shoving him against a chain link fence.
"Damn it! Not another one!"
Lena smirked.
"Another one, eh?"
She shoved her machine pistol into the man's head. Peter nearly soiled himself at the sight.
"Now, why don't you tell me exactly what you told the other guy? Don't be shy bruv, and don't you dare think about leaving a single detail."
Lena decided she wasn't gonna be left behind. She was going to find James again, no matter what.
And she knew exactly who to talk to.
~TPoT~
And, done! A good start to my next story. I hope you guys enjoy!
If this seems familiar, it's based off of a one shot in another fandom. I've decided to make an entire story around it, and add my own twist to this.
This story will be taking most of my attention during the summer when I'm able to update.
Overwatch is an amazing game.
See ya!
-MrDerper