Shit, I hope everything's alright, John nervously thought to himself as he surveyed his flat. He had cleaned up as best he knew how, putting all his clothes away into the closet, hiding any loose cups in the cupboards, he thought it looked nice compared to the relative disarray it was normally in. He glanced at his nightstand, on top was a frame picture of his squad mates and him posing with a few of the heroes from Overwatch, back when there was time to celebrate like that. Tracer, Reinhardt, Mercy, Morrison, he could name a few of the heroes that he saw in the photograph. Although you'd be unable to tell when inside the frame, the back of the photograph had an autograph from Strike-Commander Morrison himself; Keep fighting the good fight kid. He wasn't even past twenty when he first joined Overwatch, though you'd hardly be able to tell it from the picture. Having the eyes of the entire world on you and your team puts a lot of pressure on anyone, and John had aged about 5 years during his short time there.
Memories from a different time, although maybe it's not all gone yet, John smiled as he thought of his arriving guest. Good to see there's still some people trying to make it better, even if it looks hopeless. A sudden knock at the door shook John out of his thoughts, and he made his way over to greet Tracer.
As he opened the door he was met with an unfamiliar sight, the woman he was expecting to greet was instead a heavyset police officer in his late forties. "Good evening son, I'm following up on some information I got about vigilante activity in this area, may I come in?" spoke the officer, in a slow and tired voice.
"Uh, sure," John replied as he opened the door wider to allow the officer inside of his flat.
"Nice place you have here kid, very spacious" mused the officer as he slowly examined the room. "You have a nice view of the city, even a courtyard a few blocks away."
"Yeah, I guess it's an alright view." John cautiously spoke.
"Listen, I know that you were a part of that business that happened last night, thankfully nobody got hurt and that Omnic managed to make his way to get repairs somehow, but I think you know that this vigilante work is illegal."
"I-" John was cut off.
"I'm not here to arrest you son, but I am letting you off with a warning, no more of this vigilante shit or we're going to have to take you in. You're lucky that the kids you ran into were into some pretty shady stuff or you might be leaving here in cuffs." The officer resumed his speech as he walked towards the door. "Have a good day kid, and don't forget what I said."
"Yeah…" John grumbled as he shut the door behind the officer. No more of this vigilante work huh? I guess that means that these three days will be relatively calm if I don't have to worry about getting into trouble with Tracer. John grabbed a bottle of brandy from the cupboard and poured himself a glass, dropping two ice cubes into the murky liquid. Taking a deep swig, John recoiled as the rough taste went down his throat. He had never much cared for the taste of alcohol, but it helped calm his nerves somewhat. Another knock at the door brought John's attention off the taste of his drink. Hopefully that's her.
John opened the door, I need to start looking through the peephole, finding the energetic Brit to be standing in his doorway, her eyes filled with concern.
"Hey luv, I just saw a copper leave as I got here, that wasn't about you or me, right?" Tracer spoke, her legitimate concern for him shocked John, not used to people he just met caring so much.
"Don't worry, it was just about me, I don't think they know that you were part of what happened last night, but they did tell me to stop with the vigilante stuff or they'll take me in. I guess that means we're in for some pretty tame three days." John joked, attempting to alleviate the concerns of the woman in front of him.
"Yeah, looks like we'll be getting to know each other pretty well if they already know you were doing some hero work!" Tracer sighed in relief, the concern in her eyes dissipated as she smiled up at John.
"Oh- Come in." John nervously spoke, he had realized that he still blocked the doorway into his flat.
"Thanks luv, looks like somebody did a bit of spring cleaning, eh?" Tracer chuckled as she surveyed the orderly room.
"Uh yeah, figured I might as well clean up if I'm going to have company." John replied, picking up his brandy and swishing the ice cubes around the glass as he spoke. "The bed is over there in the back, I guess you can use it while I sleep on the couch." John's vision moved from his large bed over to the modest sectional he kept in the center of his flat. Not the most comfortable thing to sleep on, but it's only three days.
"Oh how nice to see that chivalry's alive and well in you!" Tracer laughed as she spoke, throwing her bag onto her newly claimed bed. "I don't know about you, but I am starving!"
John glanced at the clock on his wall, 5:30?! Where did the time go? "Sure, I'm not much use in a kitchen but there's some places we can order takeout from." John rummaged around the filing cabinet he kept near his desk, pulling out several takeout menus. "What are you in the mood for?" He looked up to find Tracer examining the photograph on his nightstand. I knew I should've put that away. John sighed, noticing her attention still on the photograph, he coughed to snap her back to reality.
"Oh sorry luv, did you say something?" Tracer chimed, seemingly unaware that John had noticed her looking at the photo as her eyes moved to the menus that John held in his hand.
"I was just asking which of these sounded the most appealing to you, most of its Chinese food, but there's some other stuff in here too." John couldn't help but chuckle at her almost childlike innocence.
"Well…" Tracer looked at each menu that John held, her eyes settling on one of the last in the stack. "This sounds pretty good!" She held up the menu to John.
"Superior Wok, I'm good friends with the owner, I'm sure he'll be pleased to hear that I'm ordering for more than one tonight" John laughed, soon joined by Tracer's giggle. "I'll start ordering, feel free to use the shower or change, it can take a bit for the food to get here, unless you want to go and get it?"
"It's a bit chilly out, but give me a bit to change and we can get it, almost like an adventure!" Tracer's energetic voice warmed John's heart, it had been a long time since he heard true enthusiasm like that. She wandered over to the bathroom as John heard the shower begin to run, he rang the restaurant and began to order for him and his new roommate.