Anahardt week day 3 prompt: Vacation.

The Honeymoon

Ana and Reinhardt agreed on a two-part honeymoon. The first part was spent in the desert paradise known only as Oasis, at Ana's request. Somewhere that spoke Arabic and represented the positive outlook on the world the two helped build.

The second part, which they were now going to embark on, was in Eichenwalde. Where Reinhardt proved his valor enough to be recruited into Overwatch.

Reinhardt threw their luggage inside their hotel room, nothing special and carried Ana across the threshold, plopping her down on the small bed before getting on top of her, planting kisses all over her tan face.

"Reinhardt, pace yourself," Ana said during a break. "We have a whole day planned."

"Just a few more kisses," Reinhardt begged.

"We'll have the rest of our lives for that," Ana tried pushing her husband off her, to no avail.

"Why would I spend it doing anything else?"

"Because it's our honeymoon and we have other plans. If you would just get off me."

Reinhardt obliged his wife, who got off the bed and dug threw her luggage. Ana pulled out a bunch of brochures she had picked up along the way here. She'd already arranged for the two of them to take a tour through one of the many tour companies here. One that specialized in Germany's role in the Omnic crises. And it was something Reinhardt felt was a silly waste of time.

"I fought here Ana," he tried convincing her again. "I can show you this place better than any company could."

"Well, if they get any of the details wrong, I'm sure you can correct the guide."

"These people get facts wrong all the time. Even at some of the Overwatch museums, they exaggerate a lot of things we've done."

"We're just civilians now, Reinhardt. I'd like to take things nice and easy without having to think too much. And I'd like to see all our work through civilian eyes as best as I can. Now get changed."

After Reinhardt and Ana met with their tour group outside the local beer hall. The rest was made up of several couples, human and Omnic, presumably in their 40's or 50's, and a group of young backpackers. The presumed tour guide, a man wearing a polo shirt with a microphone pack attached to his pants, worked on gathering everyone up to start the tour.

"Willkommen," the guide shouted out, "one and all to German Omnic history tours. My name's Diedrick, and I'll be your guide today through this journey into Germany's dark times of the Omnic Crises. And I'd be happy to speak in whatever language is easiest for all of you. Has anyone been through this town before?"

Reinhardt and Ana were among the few who raised their hands, along with some of other middle-aged couples.

"Oh, green crowd here," Dedrick remarked before he started leading the group down the main cobblestone avenue, a great number of rebuilt traditional German houses. "As most of you probably know, the town of Eichenwalde was the site of one of the bloodiest battles of the first Omnic Crisis. The Omnic army was made up mostly of Bastion units, the remains of which you can see occasionally scattered around in the streets. The defenders of Eichenwalde, the crusaders led by Balderich von Adler, where leading the defense of the town from their stronghold in Eichenwalde castle. We'll see that later in the tour, along with the final resting place of Baldrich."

The tour group didn't get far when, out of the corner of Reinhardt's eye, a scene was talking place in an alley. Three bald men, no more than in their 20's, appeared to be circling something on the ground. And they took turns kicking an Omnic hard enough to break it's left hand off.

"What's going on here?" Reinhardt inquired.

"Mind your own business, old man," the leader of group bit back, not acknowledging

"You kicking an omnic when it's down is definitely my business."

"This place is where hundreds of it's kind where slaughtered. It needs to be reminded of that."

"Boy, let me tell you something. My wife and I here are trying to enjoy our honeymoon. And neither of us fought through a series of wars to bring peace between humans and omnics just to have you knocking them around in some back alley."

"There can't be peace between humans and omnics. They're meant to serve us as much as animals are."

"Boy, the problem was solved decades ago. By me personally."

"Hey Hahn," one of the other goonies urged him. "This guy's pretty big. Maybe you should back off."

"Hang on a moment," Hahn had a spark go off in his head. "You fought in the first crisis?"

"That's right," Reinhardt proudly proclaimed. "I was here when Baldrich von Adler made his last stand."

"So you know firsthand how Omnics can't be trusted. How they can turn on you in a moment's notice."

"How they turned was none of my concern. My concern was keeping people safe."

"And trust me, what happened to cause the First and Second crises will happen again. It's what will happen when you give these machines too much freedom. Before you know it, they're supplanting all human functions in society. Then humans will try to reclaim what they think is their's. These crazy robots need to be shown who's boss,"

Ana did not want to hear any of the boy's aimless rant. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her sleep dart gun and shot one at Hahn. The dart ended up in his left arm.

"The hell was," Hahn couldn't finish his statement before he passed out. His goonies abandoned the Omnic and made their way towards the elderly couple.

"Not another step more or I'll fire," Ana threatened, pointing her gun at the motley group. "We'll allow you to take your friend and leave. And my husband and I don't want to see you putting down innocent Omnics again. We may be retired, but we won't hesitate to turn you in. Now go!"

Two of the flunkies picked up Hahn by the arms and dragged him past the elder couple out of the alley and down the street.

"What are you doing carrying that thing around for?" Reinhardt asked

"I can't have you being too loud when we're trying to enjoy ourselves," Ana quickly explained as she examined the broken robot.

"You were gonna use that thing on me?"

"I wasn't planning on it, and now you're glad I did, right?"

The Omnic's left arm was separated at the elbow joint, with the hand lying on the cobblestone ground. Flayed wires, busted metal and small electric sparks came out from the separated spot. And it gave off a moan from it's voicebox.

"Easy now, are you alright?" Ana consoled the robot.

"I, I think so," the Omnic replied, looking down and picking up it's separated arm. "This is gonna cost me a lot."

"Come on Reinhardt, we need to get him to a repair shop," Ana lifted the robot up, having it's good arm rest across her shoulders.

"Oh you don't have too. You've done enough already."

"Nonsense. We've seen enough Omnic abuse to not stand idly by."

"What are your names by the way?"

"Ana Amari, and he's Reinhardt Wilhelm, both formerly of Overwatch."

"Formerly?"

"We just retired. And we're on our honeymoon."

"Oh, well congratulations then. So is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"You. Reinhardt. Did you really fight here?"

"Yes," Reinhardt solemnly replied. "I did fight here more 40 years ago."

"I imagine the fighting was brutal for everyone."

"It was. Everything seemed blood red even though we were fighting Omnics."

"So if you don't mind me asking, why are you spending you honeymoon here?"

"We'd just spent a week in Oasis, in her part of the world. So I figured we'd spend some time in my part of the world. And this was the first place I thought of."

"Hmm, an odd choice."

"Well we're soldiers. Sometimes we need to be reminded of what we've done."

Ana walked by an electronics store as the Omnic tapped on her shoulder. It pointed his stump at the place, as Ana got the message that this would be good enough. The Omnic took it's arm off from resting on Ana and made it's way to the shop door.

"Thank you again oh so much," the Omnic called back at the couple.

"Not a problem," Ana replied back. "It's what we do."

"I'm sure I can take care of everything from here. Go on, enjoy yourselves," it said before going inside the store.

As Ana turned back to face her husband, he had an odd expression on his face as he looked back around him. Possibly old war memories coming back to him. "Something on your mind, Reinhardt?"

"Ana, look at us. We're supposed to be retired, yet we're still helping people."

"I'm sure the world will still find some use for us in our waning years," Ana reassured her husband before reaching up to give him a kiss. "Now come on, the group's probably at the castle already."