Hello everyone. I first want to say that the inspiration of this story comes from a different fanfic called Cheers Love and i forget the user who wrote it, but i liked the way it started . So if this seems at all familiar, thats where it probably comes from. Only the beginning will be similar, so i dont want you all to think i was copying. Second, i want you all to give me criticism. This is for you, and i want it to be as enjoyable as possible. Thanks and enjoy

Life in the city of (City of your choosing) was normal. Well, as normal as being on the verge of a second omnic crisis all throughout the world could be. You figured today would be like any other where you would continue your routine for morning, afternoon, evening, and night. Wake up early, arrive at your white collar job, shotcall, and return to the luxury of your fancy (apartment/house/etc.). But of course, you thought wrong.

As most of, if not the entire world knows, Overwatch had been there to fight for the world against the omnics and emerge victorious. After the collapse of Overwatch, no one seemed to bat an eye because all seemed calm with the world. However, the terrorist group, Talon had emerged to wreak havoc on the world to bend it to their desires. Everyone believed they were immune to a Talon attack until it happened to them.

As you were in the middle of your job, you hear the warning sirens and see the lights flashing all throughout your building. You rush out of your desk and look around to see people running and panicking. The swarms of people rushed by, and you too begin to somewhat panic. You grab a woman who worked in the building as she ran by to interrogate her.

"Excuse me, miss. What is going on?" you ask

In a panicked voice, she replies "It's Talon! Talon is here! We all have to get out of here!" she runs away before you can ask anything else.

You look out the window to see black smoke all around as well as Talon dropships deploying men into the building as well as surrounding ones. As you run towards the exit, an explosion rocks the building, staggering you. The exit was covered in smoke, and through the smoke entered a tall, hooded figure with a skulled mask on wielding dual shotguns as well as 4 other Talon soldiers. You recognized the man in the middle. He was the one from the recent attack on a museum. He had attempted to steal the Doom Gauntlet.

You now realize you were the last one on the floor, and everyone had escaped earlier, at least escaped from the frightening figure that stood in front of you. You crawled back a few feet as Reaper and his men advanced towards you. Smoke consumed the floor you were on, and your heart sank as you came to the conclusion that this may be your final day

"Spread out. See if there are any other survivors. Then plant the bombs. I want this building to be unrecognizable when we're done." The tall figure said in a raspy voice. The soldiers complied and sprinted in different directions throughout the building. You were nearly gasping for air, not because of the smoke, but because you were terrified. Reaper let out a laugh that could frighten anyone. He picked you up by your throat, and you were already struggling as his vice grip surrounded your neck.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He said with his head turned on an angle a little to give an eerie and intimidating feel.

As adrenaline set into your body. The thought that came to your head was "Fuck it" and you kicked the harbinger of death in the stomach, forcing him to drop you. As both of you were staggered, you managed to release a backhand into the side of Reaper's head. You begin to run away when Reaper pulled up one of his shotguns quickly, aimed, and shot haphazardly. You managed to get about 30 feet away when you felt a pain of all pains enter your right calf and thigh.

As you accept your fate, you look into a conference room and see a dead Talon soldier. A few doors down, there was another dead one. You had no time to think about the possibilities that could have happened. Instead, you were focused on the excruciating pain from the bullet wounds and Reaper, who was rubbing the side of his face and advancing towards you. As he pulls up his shotgun to your head, you see a flash of blue appear beside the two of you.

"Cheers luv, the cavalry's here!" A thick British accents reached your ears. Time seemed to stop as you remembered hearing about her. The bubbly brit who was a pilot for Overwatch and tested a plane that malfunctioned on her. It was her, Tracer, that appeared behind Reaper and began to fire her pistols. Hope returned to your body as you witnessed an immense fight go on as Tracer was dashing around the building while Reaper was dropping and firing shotguns left and right.

As the fight went on, Reaper managed to land a hit on Tracer's shoulder and as that happened, she disappeared. Predicting her recall, Reaper pulled back his fist, and punched tracer just as she reappeared. As Tracer was on the ground, Reaper held up his shotgun, and right before he pulled the trigger, you landed a blow at the back of his head. Now the tables have turned and it was Reaper who was on the ground with two pistols facing his way.

Tracer let out a triumphant "HA!" and as she did so, Reaper transformed into a black smoke and traveled away, disappearing with the already black smoke that surrounded them. A few moments later, the Talon dropships began to fly away. Reaper must have called a retreat you thought.

"Are you alright, luv?" Tracer asked with a concerned look on her face. Her face glistened with sweat and her bright, big, hazel eyes were staring right into yours. God she was cute.

"I'm ok. Except this leg of mine needs tended to"

She looks down at your leg and instantly realizes that you were standing on 1 foot the entire time. She gasps

"Ooo, I gotta getcha outta here, luv!"

She wraps her arm around yours and helps get you out of the building. You repeatedly thank her for everything on your way down. As you reach the street right outside of the building, she lets go.

"Sorry luv, I gotta go before anyone sees me. You know, Petras Act an' all" She gave a bright smile. You nod and watch her blink away. Within seconds she returns back, hitting her head

"How could I forget. Thank you for saving my life and all" She giggled and gave her large smile again and she blinked away before you could say another word.

You smile and admire her beauty and quickly snap out of it realizing you are still bleeding. You pull out your phone and call 911 to get you some medical care.

I know this chapter is a little slow, and im not too good at writing action sequences, but trust me it'll get better. Every story's gotta start somewhere right?