Pic by 18(Leonidas Sun)on Art Station. I do not own Overwatch nor Blizzard. Mercy76 gives me life.

A/N: Do I have to explain why Angela, with her superior nanotechnology, came down with a cold? Maybe. I mean, this is pretty much an anime trope; Overwatch is serious enough as it is.

Anyways, enjoy!


"This will be difficult." Mused Winston, surrounded by the twenty other agents of Overwatch. "Without our main healer, we'll be forced to readjust some mission plans."

The agents have gathered in one of the recently refurbished meeting rooms of the Watchpoint. Since the launch of the recall almost two years ago, Winston was perfectly fine with the state of the Watchpoint, except that Angela insisted they clean up. The point of the recall as an organization, as she had clearly said time and again, was to look like an organization freedom fighters, vigilantes and mercenaries around the world would join. That includes mopping up peanut butter stains and swatting cobwebs from the ceiling.

At the beginning, it was only him, Tracer, Angela, Reinhardt, Brigitte and Torbjorn. They were the only ones who answered immediately to the cause, and it fueled him with pride knowing that the veterans came back without question, alongside their very first recruit. Soon after, in the coming months, old and new faces returned as well.

What was once a small group of people had now become a force to be reckoned with. That, as well as some more cleaning up to do to accommodate the new people.

"If I may," Their resident archer, Hanzo Shimada, raised his hand. "I think it would be best to lay off some missions based on priority. It will be difficult to juggle all of the assigned missions today if we aren't complete. And Dr. Ziegler herself has an integral role to most of these." He stated carefully. There was a collective murmur of agreement as the scientist nodded.

"The villages surrounding Eichenwalde will still need those supplies and rations, so I believe it's still in our list." Wilhelm Reinhardt, a native of the place, spoke up rather gravely unlike his usual self.

"I guess we're givin' the old watchpoints a rest then; we'll come back to them once everythin' else is settled." Jesse McCree's southern drawl sounded, tipping his hat in place.

"Then Hanamura will have to wait. Surely, it can survive another day on its own." Genji Shimada nodded at the scientist's suggestion; he is far more worried about the blonde doctor.

Speaking of… "There's still one other question left. Who's going to stay behind and take care of Angela?" Winston said as a silence fell on the group. They hadn't considered that; so far, it was always Angela's job to take care of them when they get hurt or sick. This was the only time it became the other way around, and nobody knows who's up for the task.

Winston knew that someone has to take care of Angela. He suspected she overworked herself, but more than that; he needed somebody else to stay behind and watch over the base. Athena could only do so much, and he feared leaving behind a sick medic while an ongoing breach would give him a heart attack.

"I'll take care of Angela." Pharah responded first, her face pink, but her mother Ana Amari was quick to shoot her down. "You're needed in Cairo, Fareeha. Helix will need to see their lieutenant for Overwatch to continue good relations with."

"How about I take care of Dr. Zielger?" Genji casually mentioned, trying to hide a smirk when D. Va, aka Hana Song, merely shook her head. "Sorry, Genji. The situation in Busan's is already dire enough. We need your firepower there."

The meeting room erupted into suggestions and immediate, outright refusals. Almost everyone in this room has an important role; much more so for their bedridden doctor, but there doesn't seem to be an agreement. Until— "I can stay behind." Winston's jaw dropped when Soldier 76 spoke up, and everyone quieted down immediately.

"What, you 76?" Old Torbjorn wondered out loud, as everyone else had the same sentiments, except Ana, who hid a private smile. "I thought you of all people would wanna be in the heat of a battle; what changed your mind, dad?" Lena spoke as the soldier merely shrugged.

"Everyone else has an important role in all of the battles to come." He started. "I'm an army of one; I can stay in base, provide information, hold down the fort, as well as look after Mercy. I know how to deal with these kinds of things. She'll be in good hands." Everyone took a while for the information to sink into their minds. 76 can pretty much fit into any role thrown at him. Offense, support, defense, he is the best 'jack'-of-all-trades they have, and if they're going to have some outside support, they may as well get him to do it.

Ana stepped up beside him. "76 here knows how to take care of people. Why, when I was out sick he made this delicious chicken noodle soup for me from Horus-know's-where in the middle of a sandstorm." She said with a happy sigh at the memory, just as the older man jerked his body in response, accidentally throwing himself into a coughing fit.

"WHAT! DAD CAN MAKE CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP?!" Hana exclaimed, her face twisting into a pout as she fidgeted on her spot. "Now I wanna get sick too…"

"Aww, now I'm jealous for Dr. Ziegler."

"Ain't that mighty kind of you, partner?"

"Well, I feel at ease now that the young fraulein has someone capable to take care of her."

"Bwoo beep!"

"Alright, enough, enough! You all get to your missions now." Soldier 76 barked, even with the mask he can't help but clutch onto it protectively. Nobody can see the redness of his face, but his visor seems to be glowering more than it used to.

Winston had adjusted the squad placements. For the Eichenwalde supply escort, Reinhardt will be the team leader with Torbjorn, Brigitte, Mei and Zarya. Busan will be under D. Va's supervision with Genji, Lucio, Orisa and Bastion. The security detail for the Temple of Anubis will be a joint leadership between Pharah and Ana, with Symmetra, Junkrat and Roadhog following them. Lastly, the supply mission in Realto will be spearheaded by Winston, McCree, Hanzo, Zenyatta and Tracer.

Soldier 76 gave a noise of approval at the team compositions. They're short on people, but this is for the best. "Be ready in thirty minutes." He dismissed them as the meeting adjourned.

The others rushed to get ready, picking up their weapons from the armory and stocking the drop ships with supplies. Some of the missions will take days to complete, the Eichenwalde and the Busan ones namely. He himself was supposed to go to Realto, but with their medic's current condition, they'll have to make do.

On his part, he'll have to watch their missions closely alongside Athena, while he cooks up his mother's famous soup. Not exactly what he had in mind in his crusade as Soldier 76, but for their immaculate, godsend of an angel? Even this vigilante would bend over backwards for her.

He walked with Ana to the Orca, carrying one of the ammunition boxes needed for the mission. "You take care of the kids, Ana." He mentioned as he placed the box on one corner of the ship. The Egyptian sniper only seemed to smile at him.

"And you take care of her, Jack." She whispered as he narrowed his eyes at the name. There was always some form of tension whenever his friend spoke of the name, but in this case, he'll let it slide. There are more important things to be talking about than his ill-forgotten past.

Such as their bedridden medic. "Make sure Dr. Ziegler doesn't suddenly get up to do more work, 76." Winston said.

"We'll come back with some souvenirs!"

"Now you two play nice while we're gone~ OW!"

"Ignore Jesse here."

"We'll try to finish up early, Mr. 76." Mei-Ling Zhou said as he nodded at her direction. "Yeah, just be careful out there, and watch each other's backs. You don't want to worry Mercy now, would you?" He huffed as everyone gave their own forms of agreement.

Soldier 76 then waved goodbye at the drop ships heading off the hangar. The younger generation, particularly Hana, Lucio and Junkrat, enthusiastically waved at him from the small windows. In some ways, this felt like seeing off his kids, going to school. "Tch, young punks." He grumbled at the thought as he went back inside. He needs to check up on Angela now.


A/N: I lied. This is gonna be more than three chapters. Hahahaha. Why am I torturing myself.

Sorry if this is short, or forced. It's 9:49 PM here. Next chapter is just shameless fluff. Because I live and breathe Mercy76.

Cheers!