A/N:Lol I just saw a review that made my day! Thank you GG for that! That mad me happy! On with the story!
"Jesse! Status!" Winston's voice called through the communicator.
"We're almost at the site of the mission." Jesse McCree smoothly replied.
Agents McCree, Genji, Pharah and Tracer were traveling by speedboat to a mission on the harbor. Rouge Omnics were attacking the tourists there. Tracer was driving the boat, raising her head so the wind blew through her spiky hair. Pharah rolled her eyes.
"Look! There it is!" Genji called over the wind.
Ahead of the four agents, there was indeed an island. Even from far away, they could tell there was chaos on the island. As they got closer, the screams of panic were getting louder. The agents cringed at the sound as they arrived. They all leaped out of the boat, weapons armed and ready.
"GO GET OUT OF HERE!" A female voice was yelling above the chaos.
The agents looked for the source of the voice. What they found shocked them. The girl looked no more than 18 or 19 and had a messy bun falling out with every shot she took. With a maroon and black suit and goggles, there was no telling who she was. She was attacking the Omnics with what seemed like all the anger she had stored up inside herself. Genji jumped in the air and knocked the girl out of range of the Omnics. She shouted angrily at him, and leaped right back into action. McCree, Pharah, and Tracer joined the fight as well. The girl let out a wail of agony as the Omnic shot her in both of her legs, and her stomach. She collapsed on the ground, whimpering in pain. She was hovering her hand over each of her wounds. That seemed to soothe her. She jumped back up, her wounds still bleeding. She shouted nonsense as the Omnic shot her in the arm. She stuck out her other arm and all the Omnics exploded into a flaming shower of sparks. The agents were shocked. This girl was obviously not normal. She collapsed, panting hard. They walked over to her, and Tracer kneeled at her side.
"What's your name?" Tracer asked.
"I go by Storm." Storm snarled.
"No need for hostility. We're here to help." Pharah gave a gentle smile.
"I don't need he-help." Storm stuttered.
"Yes, you do." McCree insisted.
Storm gave a little nod, her body shaking from the blood loss.
"We have to get her to Mercy." Genji told the others.
"Can you stand?" Pharah asked her.
Storm shook her head. Pharah stuck out a hand and Storm took it, leaning on Pharah for support. Storm was surprisingly light for a young adult.
"She's starving herself." Pharah thought alarmingly.
Once everyone was on the boat, they set off on their journey to Watchpoint: Gibraltar, one of the Overwatch bases where they were located at the moment. Storm reached into her bag and pulled out three strips of rough, white cloth, that was drenched with blood almost immediately. She was consent to this though and leaned back. Storm crossed her arms and looked at the agent suspiciously. She broke the silence a few moments later.
"What made you want to help me?" Storm asked. There was no hostility in her voice this time. Only pure...curiosity.
"We're Overwatch." Tracer said from the front of the boat.
"We fight for good." Genji continued.
"And we wouldn't have just left ya to die." McCree finished.
"Overwatch? Never heard of 'em." Storm smirked.
She actually knew exactly who these people were. Her father had told her time and time again of the heroes that would save them. She was just sad he never got to see it happen. She just wanted something interesting to happen.
"Never heard of Overwatch?!" McCree asked in disbelief.
"You know? The heroes of the Omnic Crisis?" Tracer attempted.
Storm shook her head.
"Well then. I'm Ph-" Storm cut Pharah off.
"Pharah, McCree, Genji, and Tracer." Storm finished for her.
The agents looked at her in confusion.
"So do you, or do you not know who we are?" Genji asked.
"I do, I was just messing with you." Storm smiled.
"So you know all about us, how about you tell us about yourself?" McCree offered.
Storm's smile vanished. "I-I don't know…" Storm looked off into the distance.
"Or we can just sit in awkward silence the entire time." Genji said.
"Fine." Storm sighed. "My father and my brother were killed in the Omnic crisis. And a year ago, my mother was killed by a Talon assassin. So that's when I decided to set off on my own, and become Storm. Storm turned her leg inwardly to show the creative lettering, spelling out "Storm".
"What was your name before?" Tracer asked.
"Emma." Storm shook her head. "But Emma's gone. That's not who I am anymore."
There was a moment of silence. "We're here." Tracer broke the silence, and killed the engine.
The agents stood up and Pharah held out her hand for Storm to take. Storm gratefully took it and leaned on Pharah once again. Once they entered the base, Tracer started giving commands.
"Pharah, you take Storm to see Mercy. Genji, McCree, we will go explain to Winston, and give him the results of the mission.
The other three nodded. Pharah guided Storm to the hospital wing. When they got there, they found Mercy working on some new tech.
"No..no." She was muttering under her breath.
"Hi Mercy." Pharah greeted.
Mercy turned around and saw Storm. "What happened to her?!" Mercy exclaimed, getting up from her chair, and taking Storm's weight off of Pharah.
"She was the one that really accomplished the mission we just got back from.
"The rouge Omnics?" Mercy questioned, setting Storm on the nearest hospital bed.
"Yes." Pharah confirmed.
"How so?" Mercy asked. Storm looked about ready to pass out.
"She was there before we were, trying to get people to safety. She was using some kind of abilities, and that's why we thought I'd be safer to bring her to you rather than a hospital.
"You made the right decision." Mercy agreed.
"She says her dad and brother were killed in the Omnic Crisis, and her mom was murdered by a Talon assassin." Mercy nodded, mentally taking notes.
"Do you know which one?" Mercy inquired.
"She never said." Pharah said. "I feel bad for the poor thing. It looks like she's starving herself."
Mercy glanced at Storm for a moment. "I'll take care of her. She's in good hands. Now go rejoin the others." Pharah nodded and left the room.
"Winston?" Tracer called as she, McCree and Genji entered Winston's office.
"We're back from the mission. We have a mission report for you." Genji said, looking around.
Winston climbed down from the railing and landed in front of the three agents. "What happened?" Winston asked.
"Well, we got there and found someone there already fighting the chaos. She said she went by the name Storm and has been fighting evil since her mom was murdered by a Talon agent last year." Tracer explained. "She had taken many bullets and was losing a lot of blood. She was using some kind of magical abilities, so we thought it was more logical to bring her here than a regular hospital."
Winston nodded. "So where are her and Pharah now?"
"She couldn't walk, so Pharah walked her to the hospital wing with Mercy."
The door creaked open.
"Speak of the devil," McCree smirked. "There she is now."
"Hello, Pharah." Winston greeted.
"Hello," Pharah replied. "I presume they've already told you about Storm?"
Winston nodded and dropped his voice. "From what they were telling me, it sounds like she could make a good possible agent?"
Pharah shrugged. "If she gets the training, and she agrees, she could make a great ally or a punishing opponent."
"Do you think we could ask her once Mercy's done?"
Pharah blinked. "I mean it would be great to have her on the team, but she seemed pretty consent on her own."
Winston nodded. "I'll give it a shot." He conceded.
A/N-Yay! An even longer chapter in one day :P. Anyways, I was thinking of doing the same chapter in two different points of view. What do you think? I think I'll try it next chapter and if everyone hates it, then I won't do it again. I hope you enjoyed chapter 2, and I'll see ya soon!