Lúcio took his time to put his stuff away in his new dorm. While he was getting settled into the room, he heard the door to the dorm open up. Turning around, he saw Torbjörn and Reinhardt had come in. He stopped what he was doing and stood up, smiling at his new allies.

"Hi," he greeted them, "I guess I'm, like, your new roommate."

"I guess so," the smaller man replied in his Swedish accent. "My apologies for earlier. I know that I was not in favour of you joining, but it was simply because I am not accustomed to you and usually, when a new recruit arrives, we are given a, shall we say, run-down on their history."

"Relax, I totally understand. I can respect that."

The Swedish man smiled at this. "Since we'll be living and working together, I should give you a more formal introduction." He extended his hand to him. "Torbjörn Lindholm, chief weapons designer, and chef."

Lúcio happily shook his hand. "I'm Lúcio." He turned to face the tall knight and extended his hand to him. "You must be Reinhardt, right?"

"That is correct," he spoke in a German accent, his voice booming yet noticeably welcoming, "Reinhardt Wilhelm." He grabbed Lúcio's hand and shook it firmly.

"So," the Brazilian man sat on his bed, "how did you come to be part of Overwatch? If you don't mind me asking."

"Not at all, my friend," Torbjörn gave a hearty laugh, "myself and Reinhardt were members of the original Overwatch, back in the Omnic War. Back then, I was renowned for my inventions. I designed weapons systems for companies all over the world, but a lot of the time, I did not agree with their plans to use computer intelligence to control them. See, I knew that the machines couldn't be trusted, but most people just ignored me, so I was one of the few people who saw the war coming. I still don't fully trust those Omnics, but I have learnt to put my differences aside where it counts."

"That's rad, man."

"Very much so. Well, when Overwatch was formed, they called me up and I was able to use my inventions to help end the war."

"That wasn't the only factor, Torbjörn," Reinhardt interrupted, chuckling, "you were definitely beneficial, though."

"You too, Reinhardt."

"So what about you, big guy?" Lúcio turned his attention to the knight. "How did you become involved?"

Reinhardt put down his hammer and lifted his helmet off of his head, revealing his white hair and his scarred face. Lúcio's eyes widened a little at the scar over his eye.

"I was known for my work as a soldier back in Germany. Rather than fight for national pride or for the sake of fighting, I fight by the codes of valor, justice and courage- just like the bygone era. I always made sure that Overwatch was fighting for the cause of good, and I respected those who respected me as well. However, as I grew into my fifties, it became mandatory that I retire. After that, Overwatch eventually collapsed. But even after its disbandment, I fought for the justice of good, honest people."

"So, if you're over fifty," Lúcio asked, "how come you're back? Surely they wouldn't have allowed you to return now."

"Ha!" Torbjörn interrupted. "You wish! This man was what kept Overwatch together. We would not turn him away after all he has done for us." Reinhardt smiled fondly, happy to hear he was still appreciated. "So, Lúcio, now you know our history, why don't you share a little about yourself?"

Lúcio then went on to talk about what life was like for him in Rio, how he led the revolution that drove the Vishkar corporation out of his neighbourhood, and how his music became an influence for social rights.

"You are a good man, Lúcio," Torbjörn remarked, "I like you already. I can tell we will get on famously."

"Thank you, Torbjörn, I'm glad to hear that. I think so too."

"But I will give you one warning- Symmetra, one of the other recruits, her family owned Vishkar, so I would not mention that to her. If she were to find out, things would become uncomfortable."

"I see. I'll keep that in mind."

"So," Reinhardt leaned forward, "you are a musician, eh? Tell me, have you heard of David Hasselhoff?"

"Oh, leave it out, Reinhardt," Torbjörn joked. "His popularity was in Germany, not Brazil."

"Sorry, but unless he made EDM, I doubt I'll have heard of him. I'll have to drop a beat for you guys some time."

They had a good laugh, before they heard Zarya speak over the comms system.

"May the following agents gather at the training grounds- Tracer, Mercy, Genji, Pharah, Lúcio. You have five minutes to arrive, so do not be late, or you will suffer."

"You had better go," Reinhardt laughed, "Zarya takes her training seriously."

"Alright," Lúcio put on his skates and got up, "I'll catch you guys later." With that, he headed out.

Meanwhile, upstairs

Tracer, after she took Lúcio on his tour, went to finish off her current duties, which took about five minutes. After which, she headed back to her room, where Mercy, D. Va, the Asian woman, and Mei, the eskimo, already were.

"Oh, you're back!" Mercy smirked at her friend. "We thought you'd be gone for a while."

"Nah, you know me, doc," she jumped onto her bed, bouncing a little, "I can never stay in one place for too long. Besides, I was nearly done when Winston called us up anyway."

"That's what we meant," Mei added, joining in on Mercy's little teasing. "We thought you'd be taking Lúcio around on his private tour for a bit."

"What?" she tilted her head at them. "What d'ya mean?"

"We saw how you looked at him before." D. Va cupped her hands together. "You like him, Tracer!"

"What!" she blushed madly while the others laughed.

"Aw, how cute!" Mercy copied what D. Va had done. "You have a crush!"

"You two have had too much to drink." She put her hand over her cheek, hiding her face from them. "Honestly, you're such an embarrassment sometimes."

"Don't try and hide it, Tracer," The Swiss sat next to her and gently rubbed her back, "it's not like you have anything to be ashamed of. I mean, when was the last time you found a guy you liked?" She didn't hear an answer, so the angel gasped. "You've never had a crush before? So he's your first crush!?"

"Oh, this is adorable!" Mei squealed.

"It's not a crush, loves," Tracer moaned, taking her goggles off as she stood up, "I just met the guy."

"That's not true, and you know that. He saved your life back at Numbani." Tracer's eyes widened when she realised Mercy was right.

"Yeah… I guess he did…" She shook her head, her hair becoming even more of a mess. "But that doesn't mean I like him. I mean, so what. I could have saved myself."

"Gee, Tracer," Mei looked downcast, "I've never known you get so defensive."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at you," D. Va explained. "You're being snappy, just to deny that you like some guy."

Tracer thought for a moment, then sighed.

"Okay, maybe I like him a little, but that doesn't mean it's a crush." The girls squealed a little, while Tracer just laughed at their excitement. "Anyway, it's not like you don't like Soldier:76, Mercy."

"Maybe, but I can admit it." Mercy placed her hands on her hips. "Besides, rule 23 doesn't apply anymore, so-"

Tracer grabbed a pillow and threw it at her. This led to a small pillow fight breaking out between them, causing them to break out in a laughing fit. That was when they heard Zarya's message on the comms.

"Guess we should head off, Mercy," Tracer said, grabbing her goggles and putting them on. "You two better make sure this place isn't a mess, or we're all deep in it."

"Alright." Mei smirked a little. "Have fun with Lúcio."

Tracer rolled her eyes at the girls. She started to walk out, before looking in a mirror to sort her hair out, much to the other girls' amusement.

"Oh shut up," she said, before heading to the training grounds with Mercy.