Jason was running. All he could think of was Adam. He left his brother when there was danger so close. It was his job to protect him, after his parents had died, Jason was all Adam had left. Their uncle was there for them but he was no parent and was rarely home. What kind of brother was he? Charging head first into danger, completely forgetting the impact it could have on Adam. He had already lost his parents. He wasn't going to let Adam lose a brother as well.
Tracer had just landed and lowered the ramp as Jason ran past. Their eyes met for a brief second. It was enough for Tracer. "Mercy, I'm going after Jason," Tracer said urgently over her communicator.
"Understood," came the reply, "I'll get Genji on the carrier and try to get him stabilised. I regret that we may have to leave y-"
"Don't worry." Replied Tracer, cutting her off.
With that, Tracer gave chase to Jason. Even though she could blink forwards to make up ground, Jason knew the ground and was far from slow. At times, Tracer struggled to keep up as he bounded straight over bars and staircases without stopping, just rolling and continuing. Tracer was worried that she would lose him. Jason didn't even know Tracer was following him, he was too busy getting home, getting to his brother.
Eventually, Jason arrived at his street. He stopped dead. Tracer caught up with him, panting.
"Phew, you … are really … really fit" she said, catching her breath. Tracer went to take a step but Jason just put out his arm in front of her. He didn't say a word.
"What's up luv?"
Jason pointed to his house. A light was on. His bedroom light. He had not remembered turning it on. In the darkness of the front garden, he saw movement. Jason then sprinted forward again, the gauntlet now glowing a fierce red that had become dull after the fight at the museum.
The shadow took out a gun and started firing at Jason. The bullets from the machine gun flying towards him. The gauntlet's red glow expanded into a disk in front of him. Upon impact, the bullets melted. The shadow, taken aback, tried to run but Jason was in arms reach now. With one punch, the shadow was flung onto the other side of the street.
Several Talon agents then made their way down the street. Tracer blinked towards them and began firing. From here, she could see the Talon carrier and Widowmaker getting aboard. She looked back towards Jason. Without thinking, she darted towards her nemesis.
Jason looked at the men approaching him. Using his electric disc, he charged forward, suing it as a shield. Once up close, he engaged in hand to hand combat, blocking and striking with precision. Jason took take punches before going down. He only had to land one to end the fight.
Tracer regretted leaving Jason alone but she knew that he was fine. Besides, Widowmaker was not known for leading a seemingly huge number of operatives. She preferred to work alone. Something was wrong.
A short while later, Tracer had arrived at the Talon carrier and snuck around to the front where Talon was not looking. Widowmaker was already on board. From here, she could have blinked up to the cockpit but that would have achieved nothing. She would have been spotted immediately and Widowmaker would not hesitate in firing shots through the cockpit in order to kill her. Instead, Tracer got around the retractable front wheel of the aircraft and climbed aboard. The room inside was tiny. "Damn it. Why can't bad guys make their sneaky spots a bit bigger?" Tracer whispered to herself, squishing herself up against the various pipes and wires that surrounded her.
She pulled out her pulse bomb. It was a particularly useful device, able to dispatch plenty of thugs before they even knew what hit them. It was still charging. This shouldn't have been a problem as she thought Talon would not depart until their men were back. She was mistaken. The wheel began to rise. She had to make a decision, stay in the carrier and wait or get out whilst she could. "Well I'm here now," she muttered to herself.
After a short while, Jason was alone. He looked down to see if any more agents were coming. One man stood at the end of the street, enveloped in a black coat and wearing a mask that resembled a skull. He had been there three years ago. Reaper.
Reaper looked at the piles of Talon agents at the side of the street. He cracked his neck and pulled two shotguns from behind his back. He stood ready for Jason. It was a stand-off. Reaper was simply waiting, waiting for Jason to charge at him. Jason wouldn't be fooled that easily. He considered firing off an electrical fist like he had against Widowmaker. He decided not to. He knew what Reaper was capable of and liked the idea of having a shield in case he released his flurry of shots.
Reaper laughed menacingly. From his belt, he pulled a remote trigger. He looked to the bedroom light. Jason's eyes widened. Any strategy he had was now gone. His head was spinning, what should he do? Attack Reaper and risk him activating the trigger or get Adam and risk both of them being killed in the explosion. Jason panicked and charged at Reaper. The next moments were a blur.
Jason was sent flying to the opposite house.
Genji was now as stabilised as Mercy could get him here. She had managed to stop his bleeding and get him able to walk but she already knew it would be a while before he saw any combat again. The bullet had passed straight through him, doing damage to him internally that Mercy could not help him with, for fearing of causing even more damage. Genji would be needing even more rehabilitation.
"Let's get to the carrier now." Mercy said comfortingly but still with a firmness that Genji knew not to argue with her. Genji simply nodded. He grunted as Mercy helped him up from the display case. Limping and holding on to Mercy for support, Genji made his way out of the destroyed museum.
After a struggle, they were in the Overwatch carrier, Genji in a stable condition, Mercy standing up. "Athena, are you there?" Mercy asked. A holographic screen was projected from the ceiling of the carrier with Athena's symbol glowing in the centre.
"Yes I am Mercy. Winston is now awake and apprised of the situation."
"Winston can also talk for himself." He was clearly irritated from being rudely awoken. Mercy knew this would go as soon as he was needed.
"Winston, can you pilot the carrier remotely?"
There was a pause.
"In theory, yes. But we've never done it. Where's Tracer?"
"She's gone off to chase Doomfist. I think they were going after Widowmaker."
"I'll see what I can do. But I'll need you giving me directions, if I can get it in the air at all, that is."
After a few minutes of tinkering, Winston was ready. Mercy went to sit in the cockpit nervously. She was not a great driver in a car and was now being asked to direct a plane. A typical day at the office for a member of Overwatch.
The carrier took off. Winston got them to a suitable altitude, whilst allowing Mercy to use screens to see what was happening below them. One thing caught her eye. A house exploding just ahead.
"Winston! Put us down!" Shouted Genji. Mercy looked back at him.
"It's Jason." Genji clarified.
Jason hit the brick wall and fell into the garden. He couldn't hear a thing. All he could see was the roaring flame that replaced his home. Rage, anger, frustration. Reaper stood over him, chuckling.
That tipped Jason over the edge.
His blood boiled, his anger fuelling the gauntlet. He jumped off of the ground, hitting Reaper square in the stomach with the gauntlet. Reaper was sent up about 10 feet before hitting the ground again. Now Jason stood over him in front of the flaming wreck he used to call a home.
The gauntlet was audibly buzzing. Reaper was on the floor in visible pain, a characteristic he had never seen Reaper show, not that Jason cared about that. He crouched above the mercenary, gauntlet at the ready, sparks flying from the gauntlet. He didn't say a word. All he could think about was his now dead brother.
Jason opened his hand and looked at the gauntlet. The red glow reflected in his eyes. For maybe the first time in Reaper's life, he was afraid. The red electricity shining in Doomfist's eyes gave him a menacing look. Jason put his gauntlet up near Reaper's face, the red light almost blinding him now.
"JASON! Don't!" Genji shouted.
Jason looked up. Genji was up against the side of the Overwatch carrier, clutching his wound. Jason had been in such a rage, he did not notice the carrier had landed around him.
Jason clenched his fist. The sparks stopped flying. When he looked back to where Reaper was, he had disappeared.
"Come with us Jason."
