Chapter 3-The Great Metro Caper: Part 2!

Strap in cause it's gonna be a long one!

Fareeha was currently waiting in the line to order food for the trio. In this fancier looking McDonalds located on W 42nd street, Hana suggested that they get a table near the windows on the floor directly above them. As Hana, and Angela made their way upstairs, awestruck by the ambiance of the restaurant. The ground level floor was like a lobby to a movie theater, while the upstairs area resembled a large cafe with elegant design. Hana spotted an open table by the large window going across the wall on the side of the downstairs entrance. They both took the window seats, opposite of each other, and soon began discussing what they could do to get Fareeha swooning for Angela.

"Okay so first things first," Hana started, with a clap of her hands. "I'm gonna end the tension between the both of you as soon as she gets back."

"I dunno, Hana." Angela sighed as she rested her left arm on the table to rest her head, staring out of the window. "I'd rather give her some space, and just let it all blow over."

Hana's face rested in a pout, and she propped her forearms up on the table, and leaned in before continuing.

"Absolutely not! I've seen it when the both of you get mad at each other. There's this weird feeling in the air that just looms over everyone. There's lots of yelling, and there's this weird tension when you two get all up in each other's faces, and it's just…ugh! I can't stand it!"

"D-do you think it might be sexual tension?" Angela asked shyly.

Hana suddenly started having a choking fit, as Angela leaned back in her chair, slightly biting down on her index finger, as she thought back to all the fights she had with Fareeha over what the reckless Egyptian would do in battles, and how those fights would get a little personal if one of them stepped over a line. Those fights were memories that Angela would best like to forget, but looking back at them with this new context, a blush tainted her cheeks as she recounted the times when Fareeha raised her voice at the Swiss woman. Hana watched as her figurative mother began slightly shifting in her seat.

"Are you getting horny right now?!"

"I'm sorry sweetie, but Fareeha is really hot when she's angry."

Hana groaned, ans started rubbing her temples to stop the oncoming headache she felt.

"Why did I ever consider you to be a mother to me?" She asked herself.

"You think I could get her to yell at me once we have sex?"

"Oh my God, mom, you're unbelievable!"

"You did it again. Also, you said you were gonna get me laid anyway, so you should be up for this conversation."

The two shared a look for a brief moment before Fareeha made herself known.

"What's up with all of this noise coming from you, Hana?" Fareeha was carrying a large pan of all of their food. It was filled tot the brim, most of it was food requested by Hana. Fareeha rested the tray of food down as she looked between both ladies for an answer. Angela looked away to hide her blush as she responded.

"We-we were just talking about a few things? Nothing that would interest you."

Fareeha frowned as she sat down in her seat. Hana was watching intently from the other side.

"Angie, I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier. I was just so focused on wanting to have a good time, and I didn't wanna deal with any problems. I'm a woman of justice, but I like to take breaks every once in a while as well."

Ms. Ziegler reluctantly turned to face Fareeha.

"I-I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have pushed all of that on you. I wanted us to have a good time together, but you know how I get when people's lives are at risk." She looked down with a sad expression as she finished.

She was suddenly pulled into a hug from Fareeha, the bigger woman resting her chin on top of her head. Hana was taken back by this sudden development. She had quickly schemed up a whole plan where the two would make up, and share a corny goofy lovers' stare, bringing them one step closer to completing operation get mama laid. The Korean girl was much happier with this outcome though. Fareeha was always a more physical person, but she rarely ever hugged anyone, so this had to mean something. She smiled as the two slowly pulled from their embrace, and she began to dig into her large choice of fast foods.

"By the way,"

"Hana, my dear, what did we say about eating with your mouth full?"

"I'm 19 years old!"

"And you still have horrible etiquette."

Hana quickly scarfed down the rest of her big mac before continuing.

"As I was trying to ask, which Pokemon game would you like to start out with?"

Fareeha began eating her fries, and she handed a now curious Angela her Mcnuggets.

"I honestly don't know where to start." Fareeha began as she munched on some fries, with no punishment from Mercy who began munching on her nuggets, pretending to be blissfully unaware.

"You can't eat before you talk?" Hana asked.

"You're not my mother."

Hana looked at Angela with an incredulous look, with her hand flipped over in Fareeha's direction. Angela did not read this the way Hana wanted her too.

"I'm not her mother…?"

Hana smacked her palm against her forehead again.

"Don't condone this!"

"She's not doing anything wrong, Hana."

The Korean was getting ready to rebuttal, but she knew what this was, and decided to not stay on it for too long.

"A ileon,"(Oh geez) She groaned. "Anyway, back to Pokemon. I can either start you out with Pokemon crystal, Heartgold, or version white. All of those games are held in very high regard, especially crystal."

"I've seen one where there is a giant bird on the cover. Is that the Heartgold one?" Fareeha asked.

"Yes it is."

"We're getting that one."

"Wow that was pretty fast. I was kinda hoping that you would go for white cause-"

"The bird was enough to sell me on Heartgold." Fareeha looked at Hana menacingly as she explained herself which sent chills up the girl's spine.

Angela chcukled sweetly at Fareeha's words.

"Oh Fareeha. You're simpleness is so cute sometimes."

The two women in their thirties shared a brief look, ending with Fareeha blushing madly as she started to munch away on her fries.

"Thanks." She mumbled with a full mouth.

Hana, and Angela leaned back in their chairs and laughed at the embarrassed Egyptian.

"Hana, if you don't stop laughing I'll eat your Mcnuggets!"

"You wouldn't dare!" Hana gasped in horror, clutching her unopened case of chicken nuggets close to her chest.

Angela observed as the two went back and forth. It was comical to her. The two were so different, but their interactions were always the highlight of most days for the Overwatch crew. Angela's gaze shifted towards the large window to her left side. She observed the copious amount of people walking up and down the far sidewalk, and the busy traffic on the road going back, and forth slowly. The view wasn't exceptionally great, but it was different from what Angela was used to, and she took a liking to it. Her eyes landed on a mysterious hooded figure, who was leaning back against the wall painting leading towards the Foxwoods theater adjacent to the McDonalds. She raised an eyebrow at the figure, and how the person seemed to stick out despite the metropolitan hosting a number of unique looking people. She was about to turn her head, but she saw the hooded figure lift it's head. She wasn't sure if the figure was looking at her, but they performed one action that confirmed her suspicions. The mysterious person pointed a finger directly at her despite being so far away. Mercy's eyes widen as she watched the person make a slow, drawn out throat slashing motion before putting their hand back in their pocket, and slowly start to make their way across the street. Mercy's panic was instant, but she tried helplessly not to let it show. Someone had just threatened to kill her, and was now boldly walking into the establishment where she currently was supposed to be enjoying herself. The rapid beating of her heart blocked out the ambient noises of the people inside the restaurant. Her breathing became heavy, and fast. Hana was the first to notice.

"Woah Angela, what happened?"

Fareeha looked at the blonde woman, and Angela looked back at her. She quickly tried to calm herself down, but it only made things worse.

"We need to leave!" She yelled.

"Angie, what happe-"

"NOW!" Angela exclaimed as she quickly rose from her seat, but she stumbled, and quickly caught herself on the table.

"Mercy, we need to know what happened-HEY!"

Hana couldn't even finish before Mercy struggled to drag Fareeha out of the restaurant.

"Quickly," She exclaimed again. "Before they see us!"

"Who are you talking about?" Fareeha asked.

Angela felt a huge migraine start to kick in. She held her head in her free hand, and groaned as the two made their way down the stairs, but she suddenly stopped. Fareeha was using her weight to stop the both of them from going any further.

"Angie you need to calm down! If someone is after you, I will protect you from them."

Mercy looked back between the entrance, and Fareeha. Her heart beat drummed furiously in her ears, and the headache was making her feel dreary.

Fareeha made the mistake of letting go of Angela, who turned towards the entrance one last time. She spotted the same hooded figure cracked a jagged smile at her. The fear and anxiety became too much, and Mercy fell foward, tumbling down the rest of the stairs, ending up as an unconcious heap at the bottom.

"Angie-"

Hana zoomed right past the shocked Fareeha, and was by Angela's side before the crowd of people swarmed around her.

"Somebody call a goddamn ambulance!"


Fareeha, and Hana were currently sat in the waiting room of a near by hospital, waiting to hear about what happened to their beloved Angela. There were a few people in the room along with them, but nobody dared to speak after seeing a panicking Fareeha, and an equally distraught Hana rush in alongside the doctors carrying Angela on a flatbed. The commotion the two caused, trying to get into the doctor's room turned heads, and the people there witnessing the commotion decided not to speak of anything afterwards. Hana took it as a sign of respect for the possible grieving that Fareeha and her would soon go through, if any bad news returned. She looked to her left, to Fareeha sitting beside her, hunched over with her head buried in her hands. They had been there for almost an hour, and Hana was surprised to see Fareeha like this. She thought the older woman would be putting up more of a strong front in a public setting such as this. She couldn't blame her though. Mercy, and her were always close, and they were spending even more time together ever since they turned away Talon a few weeks back. This was an unprecedented amount of time for them to just get to chill, and enjoy each other's company in peace. Now, that peace was suddenly being disrupted. It seems like the good times don't always last for so long.

Hana attempted to get Fareeha's attention by patting her on the back.

"Hey…how ya holdin' up in there?" She asked the still sulking woman.

Fareeha did not move an inch, she only replied with a heavy sigh. Hana frowned, and continued to rub the woman's back letting her know that she was there.

"She's gonna be fine."

After Hana said that, a nurse came out from the back.

"Hana Song, and Fareeha Amari?"

Fareeha shit up for her chair exclaiming 'YES' as she pressed forward with Hana right behind her. The nurse didn't even reply, knowing the urgency of the situation, she walked at a brisk pace, leading Fareeha, and Hana to where Angela was currently resting. The entered through a room with Angela sound asleep on the bed near the window. Before the two could make a move, the nurse stopped them.

"Be careful. She still has not fully recovered. She had an anxiety attack, and we had to coax her into a relaxed state by injecting a small dose of anesthesia into her system. She's going to wake up in a few, and she may still be lucid, so don't think too much of what she may say or do."

The two women nodded in understanding, and the nurse left the three women alone, making sure to close the door. Fareeha immediately pulled up a chair to Angela's side, and waited for the Swiss blonde to wake up.

"She's like some knight, watching over a princess or Queen." Hana thought to herself as she smiled. Fareeha may have been a wreck about not being able to calm Angela down when it mattered, but she was here now. She was being so sweet that it made Hana feel weird, but it was a good weird.

"These two won't be able to keep their hands off of each other once I do what I gotta do."

Angela stirred a little bit, her eyes slowly opening. She let her neck roll so she was now facing Fareeha. Once her vision cleared, she smiled at the sight of the Egyptian woman. Her eyes were still only half open.

"Fareeha," She breathed dreamily. "How's my sexy girlfriend doing?"

Hana smacked her forehead.

"Oh for fuck's sake." She graoned.

"I-I'm sorry?" Fareeha was at a lost for words. She was ready to give a heartfelt speech about how she was ready to never fail Angela like that again, but this greeting threw her off.

"Oh come now," Angela chuckled. "You don't have to act clueless in front of my sweet daughter, Hana."

"O-oh!" Fareeha had forgotten that Mercy, and shared a maternal bond.

Mercy drew closer, taking a hand of Fareeha's and giving the back of it a kiss. Then another one…and another one before she started to have a full make out session with the back of Fareeha's hand.

Hana was gawking at the display, while Fareeha sat there, the blush on her cheeks turning her face into a different color as Angela continued to have her way with her hand. She couldn't explain it, but watching Angela's soft pink lips, along with the occasional tongue run wild all over hand was enticing. She began to breathe a little heavier, and she felt herself growing hot as she stared at the intoxicated Angela have her way with her hand. A small part of Fareeha felt ashamed. She was getting worked up by this poor woman who wasn't even in her right state of mind to be doing such things, and Fareeha was doing nothing to stop her. Fareeha continued to watch in smitten awe, before Hana appeared kneeling over her recovering teammate, to deliver a hard smack.

"You pervert!" She yelled, "You can't just start molesting a person's hand just cause you're out of it!"

The words failed to register to the Blonde, who was now sound asleep after receiving the hard smack. Hana sighed and rolled off the bed, landing next to the still stricken Fareeha.

"This bites," She said folding her arms with a pout on her face. "I was hoping to that we'd get some info about why she suddenly panicked back there."

Fareeha's silence didn't help ease Hana's nerves, so the girl tried to remember every piece of detail that she was able to take in before they had reached the hospital.

"Let's see," She began. "There's was a huge commotion, some people were shouting for an ambulance, a few panicked faces, and…"

Visions of a hooded figure in black leaning by the wall near the entrance to the restaurant found it's way to Hana's mind.

"Son of a bitch. Don't tell me it's that guy from the news…"

Hana turned to Fareeha, but the Egyptian woman was to busy clutching the hand a drugged Angela sloppy kissed all over close to her chest. The woman's face was conflicted. A deep red blush covered her cheeks, but her eyebrows were furrowed, and she was biting her lip as if she was holding back some sort of guilty conscience. Hana pinched the bridge of her nose. This wasn't the time for this! They could get back to their geeky awkward loving later.

"Fareeha," Hana called to the woman, bringing her hand up to her shoulder to wake her up from her daze. Fareeha looked back at her with startled wide eyes.

"I-I'm sorry." Fareeha apologized.

"Hey now, I would also have lewd thoughts running through my head if a girl I liked suddenly tried to have oral sex with my hand."

"I wasn't having any naughty thoughts!"

"Sure ya weren't," Hana teased. "Keep telling yourself that you weren't blushing, and wishing that I wasn't in the room."

Fareeha grunted in frustration, and turned her cheek away from Hana.

"You're an insufferable young one you know that?"

"I try my best, but enough with the light hearted banter. We've got a thief to catch."

Fareeha turned back to face Hana.

"Are you talking about that person who's been vandalizing all sorts of electronic shops across New York? What does that person have anything to do with Angela?"

"I dunno," Hana shrugged, causing Fareeha to groan. "Call it a hunch, but I think that they're possibly scheming something big. Like Angela said, what if Talon is behind this? That could only mean that this string of robberies was either a ruse to get Overwatch forces to come here, or they are using these devices for some kind of big plan, and us coming here was the icing on the cake."

"Damn it," Fareeha sighed. "And just when you think we're done with them they always come back for more!"

"Yeah it sucks. I was hoping that I'd get to at last enjoy my time off with Lucio, and McCree just a little bit longer."

"All I wanted was to have good time with Angela. Now we're stuck having to fight again."

Hana rested a hand on Fareeha's shoulder, before pulling the woman into a side hug, wrapping her arms around her, and her face against the woman's shoulder.

"This stuff never gets easier despite how fun it can be kicking the crap outta Talon forces six ways from Sunday, but it's our job to protect people when they can't protect themselves." She pulled out of the hug, and stared at Fareeha with mild intensity. "We're gonna kick this guy's ass. For Angela."

Fareeha matched Hana's enthusiam with her own. The two shared smirks, and Fareeha rose from her seat, leaning over to cup the face of the sleeping woman before them.

"For you, Angela."

And so, Hana, and Fareeha left the hospital with resolve renewed. Their mission statement clear. Find the great metro caper, and bash his face in for scaring their lovely Swiss. This one gets personal, as the chase truly begins!


A/N IM SO SORRY FOR NOT PUTTING OUT ANYTHING FOR 2 MONTHS!

School has been a drag these past 2 months, and I've started watching anime again so blame Yu Yu Hakusho, Toji no Maidens, and Space Dandy for this gross delay, but fret not! As you read this, chapter 4 is most likely almost half way done, as I'm going to start writing that as soon as I finish this. I'm once again very sorry, and I hope ya'll enjoyed this chapter, even though it was slow.

Here's a bit of trivia for you.

-This arc was pushed back and will conclude in the next chapter. I wanted to have Fareeha, and Angela get a little closer as well as begin to develop Fareeha's feelings for Mercy. There's some things I wanna set up for later on in the story, so lookout for anything you think might become more prominent in the story later on in both this, and next chapter. Oh, and I also wanted to start setting up the endearing sort of out of touch father, and daughter relationship I've always envisioned Fareeha, and to have, so that's gonna be fun to write.

-Mercy is a kinky lady. Watch out for that.

-Side story for Hana having a potential love interest has also been pushed back a chapter cause I felt the circumstances weren't quite right.

Anyways, tune in next time, for a heated fight between Team Overwatch, and the mysterious person who threatened Mercy. I've never written a whole chapter as a fight before so I hope I can do it justice with the build I've given it.