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The relationship between Jeremy "Scout" Scott* and Lena "Tracer" Oxton has been quite a strange one.

The Overwatch had travelled back in time to the 1970's to recruit the RED Team in their fight against Talon. Although the RED Team had outdated weapons for the late 21st Century, Winston decided to go back in time and recruit them to help because they had one thing that the Overwatch seemed to lack: Unpredictability.

Because of the insane nature that the mercenaries had, their thoughts and actions could not be predicted ahead of time. As sane heroes, Talon was now beginning to expect Tracer's chronal accelerator or Pharah's "Justice rains from above!" chants every other minute. They really needed something or someone to keep them unpredictable.

The RED Team certainly provided that. However, due to their insanity, as well as their "ancient" weapons, their fights now had a lot more blood and guts floating around. But what really disgusted the Overwatch was that the RED Team seemed to find all this violence to be entertaining and hilarious.

One instance saw Winston overseeing a sentry gun fire in which dozens of Talon soldiers were lying dead on the ground with a pool of blood coming out of their bodies. He even thought he saw someone's stomach just plop on the ground. He looked to the side of the sentry gun creating all this pain and saw the Engineer sitting on his Rancho Relaxo slurping some beer while all this was going on.

"Really?!" Winston shouted. "How can you possibly be drinking on the job, much less as lots of people are getting mutilated?!"

"Ahh, it's all very fun to watch," Engie replied. "Might as well enjoy it as much as I can."

Just then, a Talon soldier came running around the corner and soaked up about 20 bullets before dropping dead.

As Winston's jaw crashed onto the ground, Engie said, "Why is your mouth open, partner? Oh, you must be hungry. Popcorn?" He reached out a bowl of popcorn as another soldier got blown to bits by the sentry's rockets.

Genji thought that Demoman was nothing more than a drunken idiot who had no idea how to fight properly. She looked at his grenade-and-sword attacks as dishonorable and despicable, despite their obvious effectiveness (for this reason, Junkrat found his new best friend). Also, it seemed like Mei's new job was to keep Pyro's rampages from getting out of control.

But probably the most animosity was found between Scout and Tracer. As they were both noted for their quick speed, they were often teamed up together. Tracer wasted no time mocking Scout for his inferior weapons and skills as well as his slower speed.

"Hey, wait up, sis!"

"Keep up, luv!"

Scout was clearly jealous of this as he was panting to keep up. But secretly, he admired her for those skills. Unlike Soldier, who believed that women should stay in the kitchen, Scout had a thing for badass women who weren't afraid to stand up and speak out. If only he could save her life at some point, he might just get her to fall in love with him, which allow him to ask her out on a date.

Tracer didn't feel the same way towards him. She mostly mocked him to make up for her disgust at his antics, which, along with the rest of the RED Team, involved killing enemies in the most violent way possible. But Scout went one step further and actually taunted after each kill. And by each kill, that means. Every. Single. Kill.

He would often shout some cheesy one-liner at his victim's expense. One time he tossed his Flying Guillotine at a soldier, which hit him in the head and pinned him to a wall (which was enough to make Tracer barf). Scout, however, said, "Hey man! Stick around!" Other times saw him teabagging someone he just shot.

He just did not seem to be taking any of this seriously. He did not seem at all to acknowledge that Talon was a terrorist organization and that millions of lives were at stake. He just seemed to think this whole thing was a joke. Every time a mission started, Scout would say something like, "Play ball!" or "Let's party!" Tracer was not particularly amused at the beginning of this mission, was saw him shout, "It's showtime!"

" 'It's showtime?!' This is a fight against terrorists, love! This is not a bloody video game!"

"Yeah, sure it's not," Scout said.

Scout wished to be in a situation where he could save Tracer's life and he just now found one. As she stood outside by a corner, waiting for Scout to catch up, a Talon sniper was aiming at her from a short distance, without her noticing. She quickly turned around, though, once she heard a loud scream of pain come from behind her. The sniper fell out of the tall building he was hiding from, with both of his severed arms coming down after him. Scout then landed next to him holding Demoman's Half-Zatoichi which he had borrowed, and said, "'Ey! I think I can guess what your favorite book is! A Farewell to Arms! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Scout!" Tracer shouted. "That was not funny!" She wouldn't admit it, but she actually did find that joke funny.

"What? Isn't it better than, 'See you at the party, Richter?'"

Tracer looked confused.

"Never mind," Scout said. "Anyway, I just saved your life! Show me a little love 'ere!"

"You only did it once! And I would have noticed that sniper anyway!"

Scout grinned. Sure you would have, he thought.

"And I could never like a murderer!"

"Ah, I only murder bad guys. The good guys, the gals, the dogs and cats, the birds and the bees, I never lay a finger on them. But when bad dudes start trying to rape and murder this world's pretty women, well, I just can't allow that to happen, can I, Cheesecake?"

Tracer blushed a little. She was a little flattered, she admits, but he's way too macho and disgusting to really be a nice guy. Isn't he? Or is there more to him than there appears to be? Just then, he tossed her a rose that he plucked off the dead guy. Tracer caught it, still blushing. Does he does this to every girl he meets, or does he really have a thing for me? She thought. Maybe there is a much sweeter side to him. Maybe I just need to give him a-"

"Well, see you back at Watchpoint!" Scout shouted before sprinting off.

Snapping back to reality, Tracer growled, "Why you little-!" and turned on her accelerator, ready to strangle the little Bostonian brat.

*As of TF Comics #6, Jeremy as Scout's first name is now canon. However, I made up Scott as his last name. If and when Valve ever puts out an official last name for him, I will correct this.

You've probably noticed that there's no real hurt and drama in this chapter. The title and description isn't misleading, I'm just saving it for a later chapter. I wanted to spend this one building up Scout and Tracer's relationship. Even though they will not be lovers, I still wanted them to have some sort of chemistry. Namely, that they would have ended up together if Tracer was straight. But that sort of story takes time to tell.

I have to admit, this chapter is longer than I expected it to be. I literally just sat down at my computer and just typed whatever came into my head. I like to edit my work as I go along, rather than scripting it out first and THEN editing the whole thing later.

Also, I know that breaking the fourth wall isn't really Scout's thing, but I just had to do it that one time.