A/N: thank you everyone who followed and gave me the encouragement to keep going! there's lots more to come. be forewarned there is some bad stuff a'comin! non-con ahead, will be labeled as such. leave comments you beautiful lovelies!
"It's too quiet," Winston said into the communicator in his ear, looking back at Mercy then to 76 and Zenyatta on the upper platform. None of them saw the wisp of smoke disappear from one of the other upper levels and around a corner.
They continued their trek through the streets of Numbani in silence, each looking along the roofs and alleyways of the city. 76 pulled his rifle off his back, a feeling of unease spreading through his bones as he readied the helix rockets. There was movement on a rooftop and he froze, narrowing his eyes to try and see better against the sun glaring off the windows like a mirror, but whatever it was had gone and there was no more movement. He grunted as he continued to travel, keeping his eyes on the rooftop.
There was no time to think as a gunshot rang out and the bullet shot past his head to embed itself in Zenyatta's torso, knocking the omnic monk back against the concrete wall. Chaos ensued. Mercy spun at the sound to see Zenyatta fall, her and Genji running for their fallen friend while Soldier 76 and Winston went in search of the shooter. Reinhardt ran as fast as his giant legs could carry him towards the fallen omnic, holding up his shield while Mercy did her best to heal him. The nanobots in her caduceus staff did better work on a biological body rather than a mechanical, but she was at least able to take the bullet out of his chest. She held it up in the light to Reinhardt who glanced behind. ".308," he said, looking back up to the rooftops. "They're here."
In the same moment, assailants dressed in black emerged from the buildings brandishing firearms of every make and model, charging the members of Overwatch and the transport. Mercy jumped up from her kneeling position next to Zenyatta and pointed her staff at 76, nodding to him. "I've got you," she said, pulling her pistol out with the other hand as she stood behind Reinhardt. They streamed out in a horde, perhaps fifty or more Talon agents that had not been included on the USB ran towards them. They must have figured out it was stolen and ordered more agents on the task, waiting to spring their ambush. 76 nodded back to Mercy and surged forward, shooting his helix rockets at a few before leaping into the air and firing his rifle.
Winston pulled out his tesla cannon and began to electrocute whoever was nearby, the static clinging to the assailants and shocking them, bringing them to their knees with cries of pain. He roared as he leaped forward over a group that had gathered around them, throwing down a barrier shield that deflected the bullets, but didn't keep them out of the area itself. He hadn't quite figured that part out yet.
Reinhardt dissolved his shield and began to swing his mighty hammer, knocking back the unlucky and flinging them against the wall. The crew wrecked havoc on the Talon operatives that were unlucky enough to get in the way, especially his hammer, many fumbling over others to get out of the way.
Genji stood in front of Angela and deflected bullets with his blade, flicking his wrist as shurikens came flying from slots in his armored hand, embedding themselves in eye sockets, foreheads, necks, and chests. He continued to fling them, and when one got too close, he'd bolt forward to slice them in half, returning to guard Mercy.
She, too, acted quickly, her staff directed at her companions to heal them, flying to Winston's side to heal him as she noted the barrier was up. Following him as he leapt into the air back towards their crew, she stood behind Reinhardt as he smashed his way through the terrorists. The blonde turned back for Genji when she was cut off by three men, guns raised at her head. She frowned, using her staff to butt one in the fact, using the other end to smash the other in the head, and pointing her pistol at the other to shoot him in the leg. She was never one to kill.
The sound of gunfire echoed in the range from Jack's pistol as he hit his mark every time, the perfect marksman. "Come on, you try," he said once he had used all the rounds, ejecting the magazine to place it on the table next to the empty gun, moving aside so Angela could step in and have a try.
"No, I will just stick to what I know and that is medicine," she said, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at the pistol on the table.
"How are you going to learn if you don't try?" he asked her, holding his hand out for her. "Come on, if not for you at least for me? I'd like you to at least try." Jack smiled and waited for her.
She let out a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes, stepping past his hand and standing before the table. "Okay, first-" he said, but was interrupted as she began to load the magazine with ease, snapping it into the pistol and pulling back the slide to force a round into the chamber. "Well, let's move onto step...three?"
Angela giggled, tilting the firearm in her hand down the range. "I learn fast, I did that merely from watching you. But you'll have to teach me the rest," she said, nodding matter of factly.
Jack grinned and stood behind her, pressing his chest against her back and lifting her arms, his hands wrapping around hers over the grip. "Squeeze the trigger, don't pull," he said, resting his chin on her shoulder so he could see past her. He could smell her hair, that beautiful scent of cleanliness and a slight hint of strawberries. He was momentarily distracted as he closed his eyes, just enjoying their moment together, her warmth within his embrace.
The sound of gunfire had his eyes snapping open, surprised that she had continued without waiting. Although it had completely missed the target and embedded itself into the back wall behind the paper. He chuckled in her ear. "Again, you still have five more rounds to go," he said, trailing his hands from the gun up her arms to her shoulders and down her waist, over her abdomen and enveloping her.
"I can't do it when you're distracting me," she said, firing another shot and missing the target once more.
"There will always be distractions when you have a gun in your hand," he said, trailing one hand down her waist and over her hip, wrapping around to the front and cupping her between the legs.
"You are such a dog, don't you think about anything other than sex?" she asked, closing her eyes and her composure faltered.
"I only think about sex around you," he said with a chuckle. "And seeing you with a gun turns me on. Plus, it's a good test to see how you focus."
Angela pushed her buttocks back against his groin, earning herself a small groan from Jack. But it was enough to distract him so that she could fire a shot, the bullet piercing the target right through the head. She looked over her shoulder and grinned at him. "I'm the one that does the distracting," she said and winked.
76 watched her in awe as she kept everyone alive and herself, shooting only when necessary and only to wound, using her staff to keep the flankers at bay. There was no hesitation in her movements, no stumbles or trips, just Mercy doing her duty and keeping the team going. She was essential and she knew it, but not in the cocky way that most medics would, she worked for them and they kept her alive, it was perfect synchronization. And she most certainly was distracting. Another gunshot from the rooftop had him craning his head to look up, seeing the reflection of the sun glint off the lens of a scope for only a moment, enough to tell him that whoever was up there was searching for a target in particular. One of them. "Winston, the roof!" he shouted, pointing upwards and began running towards the building across from where they were hiding.
Winston nodded and leapt up onto the rooftop with a mighty heave, landing on his knuckles as he came face to face with the Talon agent. She spun to face him and grinned, only her jaw visible beneath the visor that eerily resembled a spider. "Bonjour, ma cherie," she said, pulling something from her belt and throwing it at him, the gas bomb erupting at his feet and clinging to his fur, choking him as he gripped at his throat. It stung his eyes and his nose, the giant ape coughing as he stumbled towards the woman in an attempt to grab her, his arm swinging wildly at the air. She took a step away from him and launched a grappling hook from her wrist to the rooftop across the way, flying over with no effort and spinning on her toes to face him. With a tiny salute and a cocky smirk, she was gone.
But Soldier 76 was already climbing the stairs to the rooftop she was on, running with the strength and might that had been bestowed upon him by science. He never ran out of breath, he never tired, he would never relent for he was the best, the soldier, the apex predator. As he ascended the stairs and reached the top, his hand wrapped around the knob and pushed to no avail. It was locked. He cursed and rammed his shoulder into the door, but it still did not budge. Again, he tried, throwing all his weight into the door until it burst open and there she stood, with her gun pointed at his head. "Ah, ah," she chided, her eye peering through the scope mounted on her rifle. "We know who you are, Morrison." Her sultry French accent was thick and would almost be considered beautiful, if it weren't for the venom behind her words and tone.
He growled but didn't move. Why didn't she pull the trigger? Why didn't she kill him yet? "How do you know who I am?" he asked, fingers twitching over the grenade at his side.
She looked down at his twitching fingers and grinned. "We know everything about you, ma cherie," she said, lowering the gun from her eye, but only enough to see him. "You have something we want. Something he wants."
What was she talking about? He didn't have anything...the USB? 76 growled again and took a step towards her. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," a husky voice said behind him. He turned his head to glance out of the corner of his visor, a man swathed in black cloth stood there, two large pistols aimed at the soldier's head. Smoke swirled around the man's body, encasing his lower half in the inky blackness and his face hidden behind a white mask that resembled a skull. "I thought you were dead." There was familiarity behind his tone.
"Aren't I?" 76 countered, eyeing the familiar man up and down. His voice was dripping with malice and rage as he clenched his fist to keep from doing anything stupid, there would not be a happy ending on his part if he were to act too hastily.
The man clothed in black chuckled, a deep, raspy chuckle that sounded like evil incarnate. "Death has come for you, Jack," he said, pulling the hammer back on his pistols as he readied to fire.
"Ryujin no ken wo kurae!" a shout interrupted them, the trio turning as Genji vaulted himself over the side of the roof, his blade glowing green as he shot forward and sliced the sniper across the stomach. She cried in pain and stumbled back, the barrel of her rifle facing the ground as she clutched her stomach. The cyborg doubled back, zipping by her and slicing his blade across her arm this time, another yelp of pain echoed off the rooftops.
The distraction was enough for 76 to handle the man, using his rifle to knock the pistols from his hand and shoot his helix rockets at him. They went through smoke as he dissolved and rematerialized a few feet away, a new set of pistols in his hand which he quickly fired at the soldier and laughed as he did so. They shot through his body and he grunted with each bullet, falling to his knees as the blood poured from his wounds and onto the roof; he didn't have the strength or energy to pull his biotic field out. Black, booted feet stepped towards him, crunching against the gravel as they stopped before the kneeling soldier, kicking the discarded rifle away and laughing that evil laugh once more. In the distance, between the ringing and roaring of his ears, he could vaguely make out the sounds of Genji and Widowmaker in battle, her gun being switched to automatic and firing rapidly while the cyborg ninja deflected them with his sword.
There was a tug on his white hair and his head was pulled back to look up at the kneeling Reaper, his red eyes glowing behind the mask as he chuckled that same horrid chuckle. "Death will be swifter for you than it will be for her," he said, putting the barrel of his pistol against 76's head. Her? Who her? Surely not Angela.
"Ich bin da!" her familiar voice called out. Mercy flew over the side and landed on the rooftop with her golden wings extended, her caduceus staff in one hand and her pistol in the other, the epitome of an angelic warrior. The blonde medic took only a moment to take in the sight before her, gauging that Soldier 76 needed her first, aiming her pistol at his assailant and firing without hesitation. They, too, went through inky black smoke as he retreated, his captive falling forward to the ground as his arms buckled under him. The shadowed man ran towards Widowmaker and grabbed her, a grappling hook could be seen attaching itself to a ledge as the duo swung down towards the street.
The edges of 76's vision began to grow black, a tunnel of light funneled through his visor as he saw Mercy run over to him. His beloved Mercy. His saving grace. Suddenly, amidst the blackness, a warmth spread through him and pushed back the cold; a fire built in his body he had only experienced once before in his life, an experience that could only be described as breathtakingly enlightening. Mercy's ability to heal those on the brink of the death and essentially resurrect them. Light filtered through his visor and he could see the sun again - no, that was no sun, that was Mercy's halo glowing, her whole body was glowing. He could see clearly now, his body renewed and reinvigorated by her rejuvenating powers as she knelt beside him and pressed her hand to his heart. "Heroes never die," she said, her staff was glowing and he looked down to see that he too was glowing, a vibrant and blinding gold.
76 clambered to his feet with the help of Mercy, her hands under his arm to steady him. Genji rushed over to them and nodded to 76, turning to Angela. "Are you alright?" he asked, earning a nod in reply. The Overwatch trio raced to the edge of the roof to look down as the sound of battle still echoed below, Mercy glancing over to see Reinhardt with Winston by the hovering truck. They were surrounded by more Talon agents, the Helix guards lay scattered around them unmoving. Dead. "We have to get back," she said, grabbing 76 by the sleeve and tugging towards the edge of the roof.
There was gravelly laughter behind them and they all turned to face the sound. "Reaper," 76 warned with a snarl, lifting his rifle to shoot. But it only went through smoke as he made his way towards Mercy. "Run!" Soldier shot his helix rockets at the smoke but they went through nothing, launching themselves into the building across the way and exploding on impact, the windows shattering and screams could be heard from within.
Reaper grabbed hold of Angela, wrapping his arms around her and walking backwards to the edge of the building. "You never learn, boy scout," he said, leaping from the rooftop towards the ground, a grappling hook helping their descent to land on the ground. Time seemed to slow as 76 and Genji reached for her outstretched hand, the soldier falling to his stomach at the edge of the roof and Genji stumbled to the edge. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, her blue eyes wide in shock as she plummeted downwards, her gaze flickering between the two of them in a silent plea for help.
Reaper landed on the street by Widowmaker, who quickly broke the glass on one of her bombs and covered Mercy's mouth with her bloodied hand, sufficiently knocking the medic out. Genji shambled down the side of the building to land on the street in a roll and took off after them, only to skid to a stop as the three vanished into thin air. The cyborg looked around in distress, clenching his hands as his breathing increased, a familiar rage he had not felt in some time welled within him as he spun back to face 76 still on the roof. "You are the cause of this!" he shouted up at him, dropping to his knees in defeat as he fell forward onto his hands, his blade clattering against the deserted street. 76 raced down the stairs back to the street level, skidding to a stop to stare at the hopeless Genji, his heart breaking at the thought of losing Angela for reasons other than his own faked death. This was his fault, she was gone because of him. He did this.
He turned as he heard Winston let out a feral roar, leaping into the air and landing on the back of one of the terrorists, swiping at his side to smash three against the wall. He bristled with primal energy, a rage that had never been witnessed before coursed through him as he rampaged through the street and around the payload, knocking everyone back with his mighty fists. As the numbers dwindled, so too did his rage as he became the intellectual gorilla everyone knew and loved.
Reinhardt smashed his hammer down on the ground, shaking the earth beneath them as it sent the remaining few men to their knees, knocking them over so he could finish them off. And despite the raucous the echoed off the street, 76 didn't notice it, he could only think of the look of horror on Angela's face as she plummeted. He was sick to his stomach; he couldn't help her, he hadn't saved her. And he had no idea where she was taken. Zenyatta rounded the corner sitting on the hovering truck as the sounds of battle died down, a hand clutched to his dented chest as he took in the motionless man. "Where is my pupil? And our healer?" he asked.
76 was silent for a moment as the present returned to him, trying not to focus on Mercy's hand over his heart as she revived him. What had he done? He swallowed the lump in his throat and craned his head to look at the kneeling Genji, and back to Zenyatta. There were no need for words, it seemed, for the omnic nodded and bowed his head in respect.
"What a fight!" Reinhardt said, rounding the corner and leaning against the hovering truck. "Where is Mercy?" He looked around and saw Genji kneeling with his back to them a few yards away, while 76 said nothing and only looked at him. "Where is she?!" There was anger in the old man's voice as he took a threatening step towards the soldier. Did he do this?
"Taken," 76 managed to say, looking back at Genji. "By Talon's head operatives, Reaper and Widowmaker."
"The ones on the USB," Winston noted, adjusting the glasses on his nose. "It seems we have been defeated."
"No," the soldier growled, clenching his fist. "We will find her, and I will kill every last Talon agent until we do. Let's get this damn payload to the headquarters." He glanced back at Genji and frowned, her voice echoing in his head.
"Jack, if something happens-"
"Angela, everything will be okay...I got you...I love you…"
A/N: non-con, be warned
The harsh pounding in her head was the first thing she felt, then the bindings on her wrists, then the chair beneath her. Mercy let out a groan as she lifted her head slightly and winced, the light from the ceiling blinding her as she regained her vision and looked around.
"Good, you're awake carino," a raspy voice said from behind her. Craning her head to see who was there, she was met with the inky black smoke that had kidnapped her. That term of endearment didn't suit the visage of death that walked around to stand in front of her, the man kneeling down to eye level and resting a gloved hand on her knee. "I hope we weren't too rough."
Mercy scoffed, cringing at the pain that shot through her head at the motion.
Reaper chuckled and patted her gently. "The pain will pass. Widow's gas bombs can be quite...intoxicating," he said, rising from his kneeling position to stand back. "Now, what do you know about Jack Morrison?"
She looked up at him and twisted her features in confusion, shaking her head. "He's dead," she replied, looking down at her feet, the painful memory of her past lover still aching her heart. She had never truly mourned him, pushing down the emotions was easier than dealing with them.
"No, he is alive," the man replied, tapping his foot. "You know where he is, now tell me."
She looked back up at him, shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know what you're talking about. He's been dead for years," she spat him, tugging at the rope on her wrists.
Reaper pulled out a knife from his pocket and stepped in front of her, placing the blade against her throat and she stopped struggling. As she looked up at him, the red glow of his eyes piercing her brilliant blues, she opened her mouth in a gasp. "Gabriel?" she murmured, tears began to well in her eyes as she recognized the structure behind the mask.
He growled and pushed the blade deeper into her flesh. "Gabriel is dead. Did you mourn for him like you did your precious Jack? Or were you too busy finding a cock from some metal monstruo?" he spat, pushing his face closer to hers and pushing the blade upwards.
A thin line of blood appeared on her pale skin, a hiss escaped her at the burning sensation. "Fick dich, schweinehund," she spat, pushing against the blade and grunting in pain as it dug deeper into her neck. But she would not give him the satisfaction of succumbing to his threats.
He gave her another throaty chuckle, pulling the blade away and grabbing her by the throat, the claws on his glove digging into her to draw more blood. Pulling her face towards his, only an inch apart, she could see his eyes narrow behind the mask. "Watch your mouth, carino, I like it when you talk dirty," he said, his gaze drifting down her body and back to her face. "Maybe I should try a different approach." Still clutching her neck with one hand, he reached behind her and sliced the bindings on her wrists, pulling her from the chair so she was standing. In one swift motion, he cut the fabric away from her body, exposing her arms and thighs and tugged at the armor covering her chest, flinging it to the ground away from him. She was bare to him.
Mercy clutched at the hand around her throat in a panic, using her other hand to swat at anything she could, his chest, his face, successfully knocking the mask away. She gasped, the familiar face of Gabriel staring back at her, but it was not the same as she remembered; he was cold, distant, calculating, and scarred, his red eyes raking over her naked body as he licked his lips. "No, please," she whined, tears forming in the corner of her eyes as she felt herself being pushed backwards and pinned hard to the wall. Air escaped her as she struggled to breathe, the grip on her throat tightening as he stared at her, pressing his body against hers. She could feel something hard pressing into her hip, but wasn't sure if it was him or his gun. She prayed it was the latter.
"I like it when you beg," he said, angling her head away to bare her throat, his lips descending to her neck and trailing his teeth over her translucent skin. She shivered from the cold wall against her bare back, making her arch against him and further into the hardness against her hip. That was definitely not his pistol. "Why did you never choose me? He always got everything, the fame, the glory, the girl." He trailed his teeth up to her ear as he whispered for only her to hear, grabbing her hip as he pushed against her harder.
A tear escaped her as she squeezed her eyes shut, just praying for this to all be over. How could he do this to her? How could he let himself be this man? "This isn't you, Gabriel," she rasped out despite knowing the truth, trying to turn her head to look at him, her hand tightening around his wrist. But he wouldn't let her move, wouldn't give her the satisfaction of eye contact.
"Angela, I love you, be with me instead," Gabriel said, reaching for her hand and pulling her against his chest.
She resisted and pushed against him, but he didn't let her get far. "Why are you doing this?" she asked in a whisper, looking up at him with fear in her eyes. Jack was on a mission without her, gathering some intel on a freedom fighter in Brazil, and there was no one to save her.
"Have me on the side, I don't care," he said, putting his arm around her and holding her tight against him. "I need you in my life, carino. You are everything to me, forget him." There was a desperate plea in his voice as he pressed his lips against her golden head, moving back to press his lips against hers in a bruising and possessive kiss.
She was stiff against him, pushing against his chest but he didn't relent. When he pulled away, there was anger in his eyes, betrayal and dismay. "Gabe, please," she whispered, tears streaming from her face. "Don't do this."
He growled and released her, looking away from what he had done. Without a word, he turned and left, not caring that she fell to a sobbing mess on the infirmary floor.
"This is me, Angela," he growled, letting go of her hip to undo his belt buckle. "Now I'm going to show you what you missed out on." Reaper released the throbbing erection from his pants and pressed it between her legs, lifting one of her thighs to rest against his hip as he gyrated against her. He thrust upward and penetrated her unwilling body, hissing in pain while she cried out, tears falling freely down her face.
Distancing herself from this moment, she tried to focus on Genji, the man she loved. But her thoughts kept straying to 76, and she didn't know why. Maybe because he reminded her so much of Jack, the way he walked, the commanding presence that emanated around him, the way she caught him looking at her from time to time. Perhaps, to him, she looked like somebody from his past and he couldn't shake them. Maybe he stared like every other guy because she was beautiful (although she didn't really think so). Maybe because in the dark recesses of her mind she secretly hoped it was Jack, back from the dead. But she knew better, there was no way to save someone from that type of death. No matter how hard she had searched for him.
Mercy heard Reaper's grunt of pleasure as he neared his climax, tears still streaming down her face as she tried to remember a better time.
The sun was shining warm on her face as the two sat on the rooftop of the Overwatch headquarters, watching the sunset as it glowed a brilliant red and orange. The stars were following quickly, illuminating the sky with their twinkles and a dusky purple covered the other half of the sky. "It's so beautiful," she breathed out, leaning against Jack's soldier.
"Yeah," he whispered right into her ear. She looked up with a grin, seeing that he was looking at her. Talking about her.
"Jack," she giggled, patting him gently on the chest.
"Angela," he replied, grabbing her hand and planting a gentle kiss on the back. She could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest, a slight blush spread across his face as he looked down at her. He was nervous, why was he nervous? "I've been meaning to ask for some time now, perhaps a few months…"
They had been together for perhaps a year, she had lost track of time with the missions and training and just being absorbed in him. She raised her brows expectantly at him, pushing away to better see his face. He paused and she smiled. "What?"
He swallowed the lump in his throat and reached into his back pocket, producing a little box and held it out to her. "Angela," he began, freezing when he saw her features.
Her blue eyes were wide and round, looking down at the box and up to him, her smile widening as she waited for him to continue.
It gave him some encouragement to keep going. "I love you, with all my heart. And, I know I'm older than you and you still have a great career ahead of you. I would never ask you to put me first, or to put your research aside, or to leave Overwatch. I only ask one thing," he said, pausing as he lifted the box lid to expose the beautiful diamond ring within. "Will you marry me?"