Wow, I'm surprised I got this much support! Special thanks to Incarnate47, SharpRevan, zXEireSkillzXz, Axel 4-1, and darkshadowpuffs for Following and Favoriting my story, you guys are the best! Now some response to the current reviews:

Yorkmaniac88: Thanks! I hope you like this new chapter!

Incarnate47: When I read your review, I had only one thing to say. You were the real MVP for me today. I was really nervous about how the readers would feel about the fight scene/interactions with Winston, and it makes me feel better to know someone enjoyed it!

Guest: Thank you SOO much for catching my mistake! I thought a bit on what you said, and read the wiki page on the Omnic Conflict, and I'll make some revisions on Rick's past from the first chapter. Though I planned for the big, origin unveiling to be be around Chapters 3-4, I'm glad someone caught this before I made an even bigger mistake! Creds to you man!

Speaking of the wiki page, the cinematic trailer story line says that Recall actually happened before Alive, but I'm going to just flip-flop it around this ONE time! If I make a second story on Overwatch I'll try and not make the same mistake again. Anyways, thanks again for the support and I hope you enjoy Chapter 2 of Overwatch: Revival...

April 2, 2038

London, England

Rick's POV:

A few weeks after the attack on Winston's lab and the return of Overwatch, the team that attacked us (know known as Talon)began to perform some small-time attacks on factories and small military outposts in the Middle East. But, this all changed last night when Talon made a public announcement they were going to assassinate Tekhartha Mondatta, a religious leader for the Omnics who wanted to create peace between machines and humans. At the time, he was here in London to speak at a big peace rally in King's Row, but with the threat of an attack the British government wanted to postpone the event until Talon could be 'stopped', like that was going to happen anytime soon. But, for a machine, he was surprisingly stubborn about this issue and here I was, standing in King's Row late at night while a bunch of activists were screaming for peace, love, whatever. Now, I'm a fan of peace, but listening to a bunch of people yell about when I could be snoozing away just...well, it just pisses me off to put it bluntly. Standing off to the side, I spoke into my earpiece with a gruff tone,

"I hope you're happy with yourself Winston, because I'm NEVER coming back here to this country ever again!"

"Why not, Thunderbird?" Winston replied thousands of miles away, "England's a beautiful country! Plus, this is where Tracer was born, eh?"

For some reason, Winston had it in his head that I would make a good match for his old partner, Tracer. Every time I heard about it back in my Denver apartment, I made sure to hit my head against a wall which I named, "The Annoyance Wall". To this day, there's a head-shaped spot right in the middle where the paint's chipped away and all that's there now is the brick wall with bits of blood coating the stones.

"Anyways, any chatter on our potential assassin?"

"Why don't you take a look? I didn't make you that new gear for nothing you know!"

Sighing, I put on a pair of high-tech recon glasses made from polished steel with yellow-tinted glass that provided options from thermal imagery to scanning a person's face and pulling up a threat-level in two seconds. Also, Winston sent me a black face shield that protected my face from the nose-down and had a voice-modifier option for civilian situations which was currently in my backpack. Oh, speaking of my backpack, I got to take some time to modify the Whiplash suit to convert into a backpack form, so I wouldn't have to wear bulky clothes over it, but I still wore the trench coat since it looked so good with the suit.

I used the glasses to scan the crowd for any criminals and came up clean except for one person wearing a pair of orange-spandex pants, a leather-pilots jacket underneath a metal chestpiece with equally metal gauntlets, and orange goggles with brown spiky-hair and two piercings in her left ear. I took me a second, but I recognized her from Winston's pictures from the First Omnic Crisis as Tracer. But in truth, the photos couldn't compare to seeing her in the flesh. I admit she looked cute in a spunky way, but who knows what she might think of me if she knew my family and our past. Breaking myself from Tracer, I reported,

"No criminals in the crowd, but Tracer did just arrive. I'm guessing you had something to do with this, am I wrong?"

All I got from Winston was a worried, "Uhh...", and before he could reply the crowd began to calm down with some assorted cheers here and there as Tekhartha Mondatta himself walked onto the stage with his hands behind his back. As he approached the podium, I saw Tracer watching excitedly at what he might say. She must support this as well, I thought, at least that's one thing in common. The Omnic then began to speak, saying proudly,

"Human ... machine ... we are all one within the Iris."

The crowd went wild after that, cheering and clapping loudly with their approval. Mondatta continued,

"Before me, I see the future: humans and Omnics standing together...united by compassion..."

As he kept speaking, I noticed Tracer looking inquisitively at the guard standing behind Mondatta. I turned towards him as well and noticed him listening to something in his earpiece and gazing at the rooftops as if looking for someone. Tracer followed his gaze for a bit and turned to leave the crowd. I kept my eyes on her as she left, but before she could turn around a corner, she stopped for a moment to face the crowd one last time and found my eyes gazing at hers. Wanting to keep my cover, I turned back towards Mondatta, hoping she didn't suspect anything as Winston came back over my earpiece,

"Thunderbird, there's new chatter on the security channel about suspicious movements. Want to take a look?"

"Nah," I replied, "Tracer noticed one of the guards scanning the roofs and I hope she left to investigate. She did catch me looking at her as she walked off, and I don't want to damage my cover even further. For now, patch me through to the channel and I'll proceed from their."

"Got it, connecting now..."

When Winston patched me in, all that I could hear was static for a minute before I could hear a female British accent come over the radio saying,

"Mondatta's in danger, shooter on the roof! I repeat, shooter on the roof!"

A gruff voice, not mine, came over the radio and replied,

"This is a secure channel, no one's...", but was interrupted by Tracer as she yelled,

"Mondatta's in danger! This is an emergency!"

I saw the guard on the stage hunch down, who I assumed was talking to Tracer, and said quietly,

"Identify yourself immediately!"

Then the sound of a full-auto rifle came over the radio and ordered,

"All rooftop times, check and clear, Halo's leaving. Chariot, this is Team 1, Halo is coming in hot, over?"

The guard approached Mondatta and whispered a few things into his ear and helped lead the Omnic down the stage and through the crowd to a black car on the street. Unfortunately, with the size of the crowd, the security team had a bit of trouble advancing to the street while I followed close by as Winston voice came back and asked,

"Thunderbird, what's going on? I've got reports of Scotland Yard and M16 being ordered to move Mondatta to a safe location. Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, it just seems our assassin is making his move. I'll keep a close eye on him until he reaches his car. From then on he'll be in safe hands."

As I said this and when Mondatta was halfway into his vehicle, a large explosion sounded off and everyone, including me, looked up to see a giant ball of fire on one of the rooftops as Tracer fell through the air with another woman wearing a purple-and-black spandex suit, a helmet with several red-seeing ports attached, and...blue skin? I swear she looked like a cross between one of the aliens in Avatar and Quiet from MGS 5, mainly because of the sniper rifle aimed right at Tracer's chest. Even with how far away we were, I watched as she pulled the trigger to hit Tracer, but she disappeared using her time-ability to dodge the bullet. Unfortunately, her real target was good ol' Mondatta while he watched the explosion, completely distracted from what was really happening.

My skills as a Marine kicked in instantly as the bullet moved almost in slow-motion. I instantly pulled my face shield from my pocket and attached it to my face while my other hand activated the Whiplash suit to release from it's backpack-form to flip onto my body while I slowly walked towards Mondatta. Once the suit was situated onto my body, I activated a strand of wiring to extend one and a half feet, and as the bullet came closer and closer to the robot monk, I lifted my whip-arm up, issued a small amount of electricity into the wiring, and...(*Fake Drumroll*)...cut the bullet right down the middle, causing both shards to split and embed themselves into the windows of the car. Everyone, including the guards, turned to me in awe as I retracted the wire back and said in a robotically-low tone thanks to the face shield,

"Get Mondatta out of here. Make sure he's secure and far away from the streets as possible. I'll deal our assassin."

As I was about to unfold the wings to my suit, I felt a cold arm grab my shoulder and I turned to see Mondatta looking at me, holding me in place. He said solemnly,

"Thank you. You've saved my life today, stranger. How can I ever repay you?"

I shrugged his arm of gently and replied,

"Just keep giving hope to those who believe there is no hope for them. So, in honesty, just keep doing what you're doing! Now, if you'll excuse me..."

I ejected my wings out from my back, and as they cackled with electricity behind me, I finished,

"...it's time to bring out the Thunderbird!"

I pushed off from the ground and flew high as the crowd below me cheered and yelled at me to, "Get that Wanker!", whatever a Wanker even is. I flew over the rooftops and found Tracer facing off with the woman from before, not noticing my presence above them. I listened as the stranger said in a french accent,

"Look's like the party is over."

I dropped down between them with a thud as the electricity from my wings spread quickly around where I landed and disappeared while I said "For you that is. Next time, check your kill before you go bragging, got it?"

She gritted her teeth at me and held up her rifle to take a shot, which gave me the opportunity to extend my right-hand whip, wrap it around her weapon, and pulled it so far that it hit the brick wall behind me and shattered into pieces. While I turned back around, I saw Tracer watching my movements with awe in her eyes and her mouth hanging open in amazement, causing me to smirk a bit underneath the face shield. I rushed forward quickly to pass her, but not while wrapping both whips around her waist without her knowing. As she turned to face me, I pulled hard on the whips while releasing their electricity to cause her to fly through the hair while being electrocuted and landing onto a nearby roof roughly. I jumped over to where she was and I pulled her towards the edge of the roof while she was on the brink of consciousness. I put the edge of arm on her neck while her head was leaning over the side of the building. I yelled,

"Who are you and where's Talon hiding?!"

Despite her weakened body, she gave me a small laugh and looked at me with eyes that held no fear or what I was doing or how painful she must have been. As I tried to interrogate her, I felt the heat of a light behind me and I turned to find a hover-ship painted black with windows tinted a blood-like red. While I was distracted, she pulled a grappling gun out from behind her and attached it to the ship. When I turned back around to try and stop her, she smirked at me and whispered,

"Adieu, La Foudre*".

She kicked us both of the roof and swung us so that as the line went taut, she used me as a cushion to stop herself and damaged the electrical core of my suit. The ship began to fly off as it carried it with her via the grappling hook while I fell from the brick wall onto a flatter roof with a small tumble while electrical sparks emitted from the core. As I felt myself grow sleepier from the hit I took, I though I could see a flash of blue and orange as someone called out for me, but I couldn't hear what they were saying as I...zzz...zzz...

2 Hour's Later...

When I woke up, I found myself in a small hotel room with my backpack right beside my bed and the rest of my gear still on me while my chest felt like a bull ran through it. I slowly pulled myself up from where I laid and found a folded-up note on my chest with the word, Tracer, on the cover in a fancy script. I opened it up and read the note to myself, and it looked a little something like this:

Dear Hero,

Thanks 4 the help back in King's Row! Mondatta's okay, but the assassin herself got away. I'm sorry I couldn't stay, but I needed to get back into the pitch to make sure nothin' else bad happened. Hope you feel better and can fix yer whistle and flute alreet!

Sincerely, Tracer

Smiling to myself, I put my finger to my ear to check on my earpiece and say,

"Winston, mission sorta-accomplished. Mondatta's ok, but the assassin herself got away!"

After a minute or so of static, I heard Winston's voice in my ear saying,

"Not bad for your first mission, Thunderbird. I'll arrange your tickets for back home, and no, I got the damage report on you suit from Tracer already. Your not going to use that thing until you've fixed it or your either going to worsen the damage or hurt yourself. Anyways, still hating London?"

I flopped back onto my bed and ran through everything that happened tonight. Saved an Onmic, got cheered for, and a letter from world's favorite British superhero, Tracer. With an exasperated sigh, I replied,

"It's looking up, old friend. It's looking up..."

*YAWN* Just finished this chapter late at night, so please enjoy! Share how you feel in the reviews, follow/favorite if you love it so far, and vote on pairings in the poll! So far, TracerxRick is what people are gunning for, but I'll need the final votes by the time Chapter 3 comes out, so please vote now while you still can! I'll come up with a new chapter as soon if I can that follows the final cinematic before it goes AU. Until then, see ya later alligators!

-T.W.

Adieu, La Foudre.*-Farewell, Lightning.

NEXT TIME: Rick goes back to Denver and fights off his two latest enemies with his two friends...at his workspace?! Find out next time on Overwatch: Revival