A/N: Introducing more character alliances. Ideas still appreciated.
Hana Song had been eighteen when her parents died. Shortly after, she had been recruited into the MEKA. She regretted not spending more time with them, but she had spent most of her time streaming Starcraft. Back then she hadn't cared enough about her parents to spend time with them, thinking they would have been around for her whole life.
They were killed by a kamikaze Omnic.
She had jumped at the chance to join the army to get revenge on the Omnics, and as an added bonus she could even stream her fights to her followers.
Two months after her nineteenth birthday, she was approached by two people calling themselves part of a government organisation. They called themselves Mercy and Soldier: 76, so Hana had no way of knowing that they were really infamous criminals Angela Ziegler and Jack Morrison. After all, their faces never appeared on the news bulletins. They made sure of that. By the same token, they made sure that she never learned the true name of their organisation. If she had been less overwhelmed, and not as hung up on her parents death, she may have noticed the similarities between 'Overwatch' and Blackwatch. But she had been hiding her grief behind streaming for a long time, and now she could let it out.
Soldier and Mercy treated her like their own daughter. Granted, they never spent much time together, as Soldier was seemingly attracted to a young woman named Tracer. That was her first hint something might be wrong, as Tracer looked very similar to a criminal with the same codename. But again, it took her took her too long to recognise the signs. But Mercy spent lots of time with her. Making her dinner, spending time with her, showing her the medicine that she performed. She treated her more like a daughter than her real parents ever had. Though, that was probably because she spent very little time streaming anymore. Somehow, her connection died whenever her streaming software started up. Hint number two.
The final straw came when she was looking for Mercy, to ask her if she wanted to play a game with her. She found her talking with a few other people in a side room. Curious, she decided to listen in for a bit before entering.
"What about the girl?" came a strong Japanese voice.
Mercy's smooth German accent pierced through the air as she cut him off. "The girl is fine. She still has no idea who we are. With time, we could bend her to our side."
Hana frowned, confused, before hearing Soldier answer her.
"We don't have much time, Ziegler."
Ziegler? But Ziegler was the criminal doctor… who operated under the codename Mercy. Hana gasped in surprise and pain. The woman who treated her like the daughter she never had… one of the leaders of Blackwatch? Oh. Overwatch. Blackwatch. This was all a trick.
"Who is there?" the Japanese man asked loudly. Damn. They had heard her. She had no way out now. She slowly stepped into view, tears streaming down her face. Mercy- no, Ziegler- noticed her and her face softened.
"Hana, dear. What are you doing here? I thought you were playing your game."
Hana couldn't speak, sobs wracking her throat. The Japanese man was staring at her, and she recognised him as another wanted criminal.
She finally managed to stutter out, "Y-you're as dead to me as my real parents!"
Mercy reached out a hand imploringly but Hana turned and ran. Her run took her down corridors she had never seen before, through empty rooms, until she was completely lost. She looked around wildly, afraid to go back the way she came, when cool metal pressed against her skull. "Don't move, lassie. I've a right mind to put these bullets straight through yer skull."
Hana shuddered. "Shoot me then. But please, just don't take me back to Ziegler."
The pressure released from her head, and the American's voice sounded confused. "You got something against Ziegler?"
Hana nodded. "I'm not going to work for you guys. She told me this was an organisation for good, not evil!" She spun around to be confronted by a tall man in cowboy getup.
"Well, in that case, ya better come with me." He held out his hand. "Jesse McCree. Talon. Workin' to stop Blackwatch."
Hana stepped back suspiciously. "How can I trust you?"
McCree sighed. "Listen, lass, if I was slightly inclined against ya, you'd be captured and dragged back to Morrison already. Come wit' me, and I'll take you to some folks who'll really take care of ya." He held out his hand, and Hana slowly took it.
"Thanks, McCree."
"Call me Jesse."
Winston crouched in his small laboratory, preparing for Reyes' arrival. He had managed to set up a secure-signal channel to communicate with Reyes, and with Symettra's help soon Winston would finally be back on Earth. He had been trapped on the moon for so long, ever since Lena had betrayed him. He had done nothing but help her in her time of need, but then she gave him two options: help engineer the planet's domination, or get exiled to the moon.
Lena had been his friend but he wouldn't hurt people like that, even for her.
Now, though. Reyes had devised an ingenious solution and would be here-
There was a knock on the wall. The wall that only had moon on the other side. Unless someone in a spacesuit was out for a jaunt and decided to stop by, that would be Reyes.
He punched a button on the wall and the outer airlock door slid open, then ten seconds later the inner door opened and Reyes stumbled through.
"Gabriel. How are you?"
"I could be better." Reyes hissed. "Walking in low gravity, especially when you weigh nothing, is a real mess."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, then threw it to Winston. "Satya told me you could make this work."
Winston frowned. "Who…? Oh, the Vishkar. Hmm… Give me five minutes."
It took him a bit of tinkering until it was complete. He threw it on the floor and it lit up.
"Apes first."
Winston stepped through and Reaper followed straight after him. It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust and then the rocket hit him.