"BP is returning to normal. Blood levels, normal. O2 is rising. I think she's fine,"

Everything was black, but I could tell I was in the hospital. Wonderful. This was the last place I wanted to be. I could take care of myself. If it wasn't for that stupid Aussie kid, I would be home.

I slowly opened my eyes, the bright lights surrounding me burned. The first face I saw was that of a young blonde woman. She smiled at me and spoke with a thick accent.

"Zee? She'z just fine!" I looked around, my eyes finally adjusting to the bright lights of the hospital room. My room was full of people, not all of them doctors or nurses.

"Only authorized personnel in my infirmary!" The woman yelled out. I grabbed at the mask on my face, only to have my hands pulled away. "No, no. Not yet. Leave zat be," she smiled at me softly and I rested my head. I was still pretty woozy.

I just laid there with my eyes barely open, watching everything around me. This definitely wasn't any hospital I had ever been to before.

The room was small, not like a normal ER room. It was like I was in a bubble, people could watch me from above or from the windows just across the room from me. The woman working on me was blonde, and not American. Probably Swiss, from the sound of it.

Eventually more nurses came in, taking blood and just poking and prodding me. I fell asleep just before the third time they were supposed to come take more blood. I was so exhausted.

The next morning I woke up around 9 AM, the large clock on the wall shined brightly to let me know of the time. It wasn't long before the blonde doctor made her way in.

"Good morning," she smiled and walked over to the machine next to my bed.

"You gave us a bit of a scare last night, you tried to quit breathing." I just watched her. "You're fine, though. All patched up."

I touched my face, the mask replaced with small tubes running up my nose.

"Oh, zat is fine. You should be able to get off that later this evening."

"Where am I?" My voice was weak and dry. My throat burned, probably from smoke inhalation.

"My infirmary," she began. "My name is Dr. Ziegler. I'll be watching over you for the next little bit." As if she knew what I was going to ask next, she continued. "You are at Overwatch headquarters. We have people in command that will be coming in to speak with you soon.

Overwatch? I thought they were disbanded. I became more alert, just in case these people weren't who they say they are. I went to reach for my weapons, and of course they weren't on my person. Great. What was I going to do now?

I guess she noticed the change in my body, how I tightened up became more alert. "You don't have to worry, you're in my care. No one will hurt you," her soft smile seemed to calm me. She reminded me of my mom. I nodded and relaxed, closing my eyes and listening to the machines around me.

It wasn't long after when an extraordinarily large man entered the room. He was huge, a behemoth of a man. I watched him with wide eyes. His face was covered with some sort of gas mask, a tattoo of a pig adorning his abdomen.

"Follow me," was all he said in a gruff, muffled voice. I asked no questions and followed him, dragging my oxygen cannula with me.

We didn't go far, stopping in a room just outside of the one I was in. As I suspected, I had a multitude of viewers surrounding a table in this room watching me.

"Have a seat," a man with a 'large-and-in-charge' voice demanded. He wasn't facing me, but I could tell that he was someone with lots of power and lots of respect.

I examined the others in the room: the kind doctor was next to me, an older woman with an eye patch sat next to the boss man, and next to her sat the giant man from a moment ago. Another young man was in the room, dirty and covered in soot. Was his hair on fire? I eyed him for a moment, making eye contact. I had seen him somewhere before...his amber eyes bore into me.

"Like what ya see?" The sudden Australian accent caught me by surprise. I quickly turned my head. Who was he?

"You had no form of ID on you, kid. Who are you?" The older man seemed to demand.

"Who's asking?"

"Oh, she's feisty." The blonde man let out a string of giggles.

"You're not in a position to be asking questions. Tell us who you are."

I sighed and crossed my arms over myself.

"Tell you what, I'll compromise. I'll tell you my first name and then you tell me what you want from me. Why I'm here."

The old woman spoke up next, another accent. I couldn't really make out where she was from.

"Fine, what's your name?"

"Nicole,"

"Alright. You're here because we want you here."

I narrowed my eyes. "Why?"

"Because your vigilante actions nearly killed three people. If you want to keep up this work of yours it's going to be under our command."

I gave the old man a once over. His eyes and face were covered with some mask, but you could tell he had a strong jaw to match his strong stature.

"No one nearly died, they were never in any danger,"

"It could have happened. You're not trained as much as you like to think you are,"

I bit my tongue. He was right. I wasn't "professionally trained," but I was trained enough to handle a gun and a sword.

"Where are my weapons?"

"With the rest of your belongings," the old woman spoke.

I watched them all. I didn't want to quit what I was doing. And I knew if I went out there kept doing what I was doing I could get hurt or worse. Maybe even get into trouble now that I've been warned.

This is Overwatch. All those heroes I had read about. Had wanted to be like. Like my dad was apart of. Maybe this is my chance. Maybe someone could pull a file and tell me about him. Things I never knew.

"So, what now? Now that I'm here. What happens? Do I stay?"

They all seemed to look at each other, then back to me.

"Is that what you want?" The old woman spoke.

"If I'm going to continue what I'm doing, which I would like to do. I want to be...well...like you guys..."

The older woman chuckled.

"I don't think you want that. The world decided that they didn't want us anymore,"

"So why do you want to keep helping the world if they didn't want you anymore?"

The old man walked in front of me, crossed his arms and looked away.

"The same reason you want to, kid. The world needs us now more than ever," he paused and looked at me for a minute.

"We could always use more heroes. Welcome to the team, kid."