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Chapter Two: The way

Ten months prior

Los Angeles: Edendale

1:45 pm

About ten months ago Hana embarked on her first mission with Overwatch. Only, it was meant to be her orientation day, so the mission ended up being a surprise. A team of five had been sent to Edendale to put down an attack led by a man they would only refer to as Reaper. That team requested immediate back up and so training was put on pause and the overtly excited Hana Song was flung into battle.

Gunfire lit the beautiful city up like Christmas in july as Hana mowed over Talon operatives with a smug smirk on pretty pink lips. Despite being new, she didn't hold back or hesitate. Hesitation just wasn't her style. In one ear was an earbud, her favorite song from Synaesthesia played loud and proud, in the other was her com link, which for the time being was only linked to Reinhardt, who was training her earlier that day, and Mercy who would be there to patch her up if need be.

"How are you doing, my little puppe?" the German tank's voice broke through the sound of light static on her com.

"I'm loving this!" Hana retorted excitedly as a man's skull exploded around her projectile.

Loud, almost offensive laughter erupted from the depths of Reinhardt's throat, "Glad to hear this, kleiner! Are you remembering to use your rocket boosters? They are very big help when trying to pin-"

He was cut off as Hana slammed a group of three into a brick wall, smashing them between her mech and the building. One man's face was pressed right up against her windshield and she threw up a peace sign before taking off toward the heart of the battle. "Never mind!" The german chuckled. "I can hear that you are doing magnificently! Wunderschön! I can't wait to hear all about it! I am so proud!"

"Gamsa! This isn't my first time in battle you know!" The diva giggled as her fingers worked over her trigger buttons. "They're very different from the units sent to attack South Korea but not so different that I'm worried."

"Das ist mein Mädchen! We are so happy to have you!" With that, Reinhardt let out a grunt and smashed his way through a troop of Talon agents. Hana rounded a corner and hummed along with the song playing on her ipod. A barrage of bullets ricocheted off her back and her mech started to fall apart around her. "Uh-oh!" her gloved hand yanked back on a lever and she ejected, cascading through the air. Long brown hair flicked around in her face as she started to panic, unable to find her pistol.

"No-no-no-no!" The tiny girl squeaked as she felt herself losing elevation, she was gonna hit the ground and have no weapon.

"Woah now! Easy girl." his voice came out of nowhere as a stranger swooped up beneath her, snatching her out of thin air. Slung over his shoulder, Hana looked up, hands fighting to get her hair out of her face.

Her legs flailed and she beat a fist into his back, unsure as to who he was or which side he was on. "Let go of me!" she shrieked as her savior and or captor weaved his way around the fight on what looked like...roller skates? Who the hell wore roller skates into battle? "Hey! DO YOU HEAR ME? Let me go!"

"Awh c'mon, be cool girl, I just wanna help." he cooed taking cover behind a restaurant. His hands moved to her hips and he flipped her into his lap as he sat down in a corner, between a dumpster and a stairwell.

"I don't need saving! I-" Hana's brown eyes went wide as she pushed her hair behind her eyes and his face came into full view. Her lips pressed into a hard line and pink lit her cheeks, making her tattoos almost blend in with her skin.

"Well, look at that!" Lúcio grinned, " in the flesh. Can I get an autograph?"

"Only if I can have yours first, I love your music!"

"Seriously?" He asked in disbelief. "I had no idea you were a fan, you just made my whole month!"

"Same here." Her full lips formed a pretty smile. "Thank you for helping me out, I couldn't find my-"

"This?" The singer reached around and pulled her pistol from her lower back. "I think ya' just had it clipped on a little too far over. Honest mistake. So you're our new recruit. Damn, that's cool."

"So glad I could back you up, let's get back in the fight." Hana grabbed her gun and Lúcio helped her to stand up. The wind caught her bangs as she looked back at him and winked, "Even if I would love to stay and chat."

"I feel it, go do your thing, I got your back, Girl."

As she scampered off, the Brazilian followed and admired the way she moved so unpredictably. Despite being a few inches taller then him and having such full legs, Hana moved like a sprite. Every shift of her legs was erratic and drastic, she hopped around like a rabbit and really gave the other side a run for their money when it came to any shot they took at her.

Just being near her made his stomach do flips, forget butterflies this was more like Noah's Ark. The first time he saw her on T.V. was back during the StarCraft tournaments. During that time he was still making a name for himself, that was over four years ago. A good portion of his shows were underground and he was essentially living out of his tour bus. The television was small and there was hardly any room between him and his equipment, but mobility was important in spreading his message and so he couldn't just stay in Brazil.

During those late nights, when he would be tired and struggling to write a new song, he'd turn on the T.V. and watch Hana play her game so fearlessly, with no doubt in her mind that she'd come out on top. Lúcio admired that in her, and her post-game interviews always made him smile. She was the closest thing to a celebrity crush he ever had. Getting to not only work along side her but come to her rescue was a dream come true.

After the fight, the two settled in beside one another with smiles on their faces as everyone strapped in for the ride home. "You are an amazing shot!" Lucio chuckled with light in his eyes. "Where did you learn to shoot like that, girl?"

"Video games." Hana threw her hands up excitedly. "I mean, we lost but...that was so much fun and wow I've never lost before." her face fell and she stared at the man beside her in confusion.

"Hey now, we didn't lose. Yeah, scary-dude got away but we didn't let them destroy that city or kill any civilians. I score it a win." his smile was so casual and boyish.

"But he was like...the boss."

"Honestly, we'll see him again. You'll get him next time." he brushed her tattooed cheek with his thumb, "You'll be leveled up by than." he snickered.

Present Day

Manhattan: Soho

12:00 am

A long time ago, or so Hana read, the Overwatch base of operations was stationed somewhere in Switzerland. That all went to hell in a hand-basket so the group decided that having a base of operations plus several safe houses to fall back on was probably for the best. HQ was currently located in New York, on Ironsides island. It worked out well because the island was basically abandoned and they weren't hurting anybody by setting up shop there.

Most team members even elected to live there but Hana Song didn't play well with others so she made sure to have a penthouse apartment near by. The only reason Lúcio chose to live on his own was so he would have a quiet place to record. It wasn't like money was an issue for either of them. Usually that was all Lύcio's place was though, a recording studio, because he always stayed with Hana.

Despite being exhausted after making her way back to her penthouse, Hana didn't go to sleep. Angry murmurs fell from pink lips as the champion grabbed a cardboard box from her coat closet. "Better be ready to come get your stuff, you stupid jerk." she chewed her lower lip as she dropped the box on her bedroom floor. "Break up with me. You're gonna live to regret this one, froggy." Dark eyes narrowed as she kicked her bedroom door shut and drew in a deep breath. "See if I care. Doesn't even hurt." Every word was rough and murmured under her irritated breath. The slender girl tore her closet door open and ripped a green vest from a velvet hanger. Without a care, she threw the article of clothing to the bottom of the box. For a moment, she stared down at it. "Don't know anything about you?" She asked bitterly, as if someone were going to answer. "I know you bought that vest in Yongin." as she mumbled to herself she threw a tee-shirt on top of the green leather, followed by a white turtleneck, "You wore that to meet my father, along with a pair of green aldo's that didn't match what-so-ever."

Frustration bubbled up her throat and she glanced toward her cell phone where it rested on top of her dresser. He was gonna call, she just knew it. No way in hell was he serious. Slowly, she looked down at herself and realized that she hadn't even changed out of her leather suit, The little bunny on her chest was almost mocking her. "Get a grip!" her voice cracked as her eyes rolled back into her skull and she threw a fist full of tank tops into the box.

On spot, her arm curled behind her back, fingers gripping at the zipper as she peeled out of her suit. Perky c-cups spilled into the open and she wiggled her way out of a pair of pink lace panties. A glance over her shoulder and she caught a reflection of her pert rump in her vanity mirror. Tattooed in pastel pink, on her right cheek was yet another little bunny head, mocking her to the point of insanity. An ugly growl erupted from the depths of her tiny throat and she ripped her head gear off, not even caring about the way it pulled her hair, "Neoleul mang chyeoss-eo!" She screamed getting ready to throw the equipment at her mirror.

An upbeat tune filled the air and her headset hit the floor. Hana rushed to her dresser and grabbed her phone up with shaking hands. Her delicate thumb slid across the screen and she held the device to her ear, "Hei Appa!" she chirped sweetly.

"Hei, Hana." a male voice she'd been missing dearly met her ears, "How have you been, Tokki?"

"I've been doing great Daddy." the nineteen year old fell to her knees and rested her forehead against her top dresser drawer as she held her phone to her ear. "How are you and Mom?"

"We have been rather productive as of late, your Mother is releasing a new clothing line this fall and I've got a contract with a new arms company. We're gonna make twice what we made last year. Isn't that exciting?" his voice was smooth and relaxing.

"Ne, Appa." her voice rasped and she held her breath, exhaling she asked, "Does that mean you're moving again?"

"Of course it does, Hana. You know it's best to be close to my most lucrative partner. Your Mother and I will be relocating to Moscow in about two weeks. Is that a problem, Tokki?"

"No, Daddy. I just..I miss you guys, ya know?" Hana quipped.

"And we miss you, everything we do is for you, so you can live a happy life. Speaking of which, how are your video game competitions going? Are you making lots of friends?"

"I was the champion for like...three straight years. I stopped competing in those competitions last year, because I got bored." The tiny girl explained softly.

"Oh, I see. Three years? That's quite an accomplishment, Hana. What are you doing now?"

"I was in a movie...I'm filming a television show right now."

"Funny, I don't remember signing any permission slips or consent forms-"

"Dad I'm nineteen!"

"Oh...well then, Happy Birthday! Your mother and I are so proud of you."

"Where is she?" Brown hair fell over Hana's exposed shoulders and she frowned.

"She's asleep, Tokki. She's been so tired." he explained gently.

"I understand."

"You know she'd never miss an opportunity to talk to you, how are you and…."

She waited and her eyes rolled back into her head, "Lúcio."

"Yes, I would have remembered eventually, the singer. How are-"

"We broke up."

"Ah, I see. I'm sorry to hear that, Tokki. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. As if I'd be brought down by a silly little break up." as the words left her mouth, Hana's stomach twisted up into a tight knot.

"Always so stubborn, I think you get it from me. Just remember not to push everyone away from you, Tokki."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means just try to be a little less prickly, okay?"

"Daddy I'm not-"

"I have to go Hana, I'm getting a call from work."

"Okay." She huffed.

"Salanghae Hana."

"Salanghae Appa." An emotionally devastating silence followed by a dial tone consumed her father's voice and Hana was alone again.

Never once did it occur to Hana that her family didn't love her. They were just busy people and always had been. Her father, Jin-soo Song was a businessman and a phenomenal weapons engineer. When she was a kid, Hana watched her father work when he was home because it was the only time she got to spend with him. For hours she'd watch him assemble new gun types, working out different ways to incorporate lasers over bullets, and best of all when it was done, Jin-soo would allow his daughter to watch him test the weapon out. No matter how much Hana begged, she wasn't allowed to play with the things her father built, so she did the next best thing and played video games.

As for her Mother, Yu-na Song, she was actually a stay at home mom until Hana turned eleven. Though she always seemed to be waiting for her husband to return. Despite always taking good care of her daughter, she was only ever happy when Jin-soo was home. The launch of her clothing company around Hana's eleventh birthday pulled her out of the house and a live in nanny named Bora Cho took her place. It wasn't long before Yu-na started to relocate with Jin-soo and it was clear to Hana that she would rarely ever see either of them.

She was never lonely though, so there was no real reason to complain. Bora had a daughter, Mina, who was only a year younger than Hana. It was like adopting a whole new family in a way, a mom and a sister. Though, Hana wasn't always nice to Mina as she was an only child who hated to share. Bora was a good stand in for a mom, she helped with homework and baked cookies, but most importantly she was there.

Lúcio bit his lip as he stared down at the cup in his hands. His eyebrows turned up and he drew in a deep breath. Around him, the club was pulsating. Music shook the walls and people danced. The air was rife with body heat and hormones and part of him hated knowing that he'd have to work in about ten minutes. It was always difficult for him to DJ properly when Hana was really mad at him, but this break up had him all messed up, It was going to be a long night and he'd probably spend it waiting for her to walk through the door and bring him a bag of cool ranch doritos and a monster. "Damn it, Hana." He whispered.

"C'mon now! No worries, Mate!" Jamison squawked from beside him as he downed a toxic waste cocktail. Green dripped down his long chin as he cocked his head to the side in a twitchy manner. "You and Hana fight, it's what ya' do." he held his cup up and swished the drink around in his cheeks. "Swear this drinks'about' as dry as a nun's nasty."

"I appreciate the good vibes, man but...you weren't there. You didn't see her." The Brazilian sighed. "She ain't never looked at me like that before."

"So ya struck a nerve. Even a cut snake cools down after'a bit. It'll be okay! Besides, ain't no one else gonna put up with that' sheila's bull dust. So just tell that frowny face to rack off, she'll be apples. Ya' have me word."

"Dude, I swear I don't know what you're sayin' half the time." The musician's lips pressed into a small smile.

Lúcio met Jamison a couple of years ago after an underground show. On his way out Lucio found the australian in the alley just across the street. He seemed to have blown himself up, or at the very least set himself on fire. Either way, he'd been left to fend for himself when he was in no condition to do so. Lúcio, being the kind of person he was took the injured Junk Rat back into the showroom and cared for him overnight. The two became friends when Jamison explained that his home had been destroyed and he'd lost his good friend, Mako.

Of course, it turned out that Mako was in prison and Jamison had just barely escaped the same fate. By the time all that came out though, Lúcio cared too much about his buddy to just throw him under the bus so he asked if he'd devote his deviance to helping Overwatch instead of robbing banks. The duo agreed to the singer's terms provided that the gig stayed interesting. For awhile there wasn't a day Lúcio didn't think the odd balls would turn on the group but after awhile, that fear went away and her considered Jamison his best friend.

"This amber fluid's bloody blue!" Junk Rat hiccuped as his eyes crossed. "Who the hells' makin' this bodgy brew?"

"I think you're done for the night, man."

"Nah! I'm all ace, mate!" his words slurred. "Don't get all mumsy on me just cuz' Hana-"

"Hey now."

"Sorry mate." A violent hiccup shook his slender body. "Didn't mean it like that." he squeaked as he balled his fist against his mouth.

"We're cool, dude. Mako comin' in tonight?" Lúcio raised an eyebrow.

"Nah, he's on a date with that tall, pink haired sheila." The pyromaniac quipped. "I'm all by me onesies. Anyway a mate can get a mates rate?"

"Yeah, I'll getcha' a discount." Lúcio patted the drunk aussie's head. "Just cuz' you're sad."

As he stood, the DJ pulled out his phone and stared down at the screen. The background was blank due to him having a hard time figuring out what to replace the old one with. Previously it was a photo he'd taken of Hana eating mochi off a stick in a very hurried and unlady like manner, her cheeks were stuffed full of the marshmallow shells and strawberry ice cream dribbled down her chin. She hated that picture, he'd taken it while she was in the middle of playing a game of Battle Chess.

In his head he started to wonder what she was doing, he knew she wasn't sleeping. "Probably harassin' Mina on the phone, or abusin' some innocent world of warcraft player who doesn't know what they're up against." The Brazilian mumbled under his breath as he walked up to his mixing booth and placed his headset around his neck.

The rest of his shift rolled by slow. Hana had arranged a great many of his tracks herself and he'd always loved helping her make them flow. So for about three and a half hours, he got to stand there and play her music, mixes that they'd come up with together when they were bored on sunday mornings. By the time Lúcio got around to driving Jamison home, he was shaking tears out of his eyes.

Hana rolled over on her back and hung upside down off the side of her bed with her laptop placed squarely on her thighs as she stared at her T.V. Not even looking at her screen, she was single-handedly wiping out rooms of monsters on a game called X-Blades. A pink bubble pushed past her lips and dispersed with a loud 'pop' as her eyes narrowed. She'd been watching a horror movie on HBO. The title was something along the lines of, Stay Alive. The premise being that if you died in this video game you'd die in real life. Problems she'd never have.

The sound of someone knocking on the door made her shove her computer aside. Light footsteps made their way to the front door and she peered out through the peep hole. Pain bubbled up to her lips and she closed her eyes, leaning her forehead against the door, "What do you want?"

Lúcio answered softly, talking through the door, "Just wanted to grab a coupla' things ba-" the musician caught himself and drew in a deep breath, "Hana."

"It's late. Come back some other time." in her head all she could think was fight for me, make me open this door. Don't just walk away.

"That's cool, I guess I'll head out then . I figured you was up, I know how hard it is for you to sleep so, yeah." his murmurs were clear as day to the trembling girl on the other side of the dark mahogany.

"That couldn't be farther from the truth!" Hana beat her hand against the wall in irritation. "I was fast asleep. Like a baby! I'll be up all night now! Thanks for that!" She hissed through her teeth.

"If you're gonna be up can I grab my clothes?" The singer sighed as his eyes rolled back into his skull.

"No."

"Why the hell not, Hana?"

"Because I said so." She huffed. You need a reason to come back tomorrow.

"I wanted to be civil about this, girl. Come on. Open up."

"Go stay with Jamie!" She screamed.

"I will!" he yelled back, but not quite as loudly as her. "I still need my shit! Damn it Hana! I hate being this guy! Don't make me do this!"

"You hate being what guy? The guy with a backbone?" she challenged.

Irritation filled Lúcio to the brim, "I hate bein' the guy who loves ya so much he waited until now to tell ya' what a spoiled little brat you can be! Fuck, Hana, open this damn door! Quit lyin' to me, I know you're awake. I know you've been awake! I know you've got a game on the computer, that you just realized you forgot to pause and I know you want to let me in, you just want me to fight you for it and I'm done fighting you for everything!" his booming voice filled the hall, "So for once in your life wave the white flag and open this door!"

A warm tear rolled down her cheek and she squeaked, "You think you know everything."

"That's because when it comes to you baby, I do. Please, Hana. Open this door. Can't we be adults about this?" his voice rasped.

"Say hi to Jamie for me. Naneun neoleul geuliulgeoya." her hand slipped away from the wall and she turned her back to the door.

"Hana…" The Brazilian sighed. Moments passed and he knew she was gone. With a heavy heart he murmured, "Guess I'll see ya' round."

Hana climbed into bed and closed her computer, irritated at the fact that she did indeed forget to pause her game. The blankets fell around her body and she snuggled into Lúcio's pillow, inhaling his cologne that was always so strong. She wanted nothing more then to end whatever this was and patch things up but she didn't do anything wrong and she wasn't going to apologize. Never in a million years. He'd have to understand. It was her way of protecting him, killing all those Talon agents was more important than any number of civilians. Each kill meant there was one less thing in this world that could hurt the one she loved. After all the horror stories about what happened with Amélie and Gerard, how she was brainwashed into killing the man she married. How could Hana not do everything within her power to make sure that never happened to her or Lúcio? It made perfect sense to her. How could he not understand that?