Before I start the story, I'd like to thank everyone for leaving there views on the story, it has been nothing but help. To the ones that followed the story, THANK YOU SO MUCH! The reviews really do inspire me to write more and I always try to update everyday. Ideas run through my head throughout the day even during school so I'd probably update quickly. After reading several stories on Tracer, I noticed how UN-British I make her sound. So using the power of google and the knowledge of an actual British person my friend. Funny actually she cosplayed as Tracer once, kinda cute actually. And I'm nodding off. Sorry about that hehe now on to the story!

12 am - Midnight

A dark silhouette watched as a jet hovered above his hideout. He kept watching the jet for a few more minute, analyzing it if it's friendly or not. He reached into his pocket and took out a device. It looked like a small smartphone. He turned it on and the screen brightly came to life. On the screen it showed an Overwatch logo with text right below it.

RECALL IN PROGRESS: Accept?

Yes or No

The figure pressed yes and returned his gaze towards the jet.

Desmond sat up, awakened by beeping. He looked behind him and on the navigator's terminal, a blinking dot was shown along with a distance counter.

'What is that' He activated his terminal and switched to a radar it too showed the same blip 'It's not malfunctioning' He looked close and noticed the blip was actually an Overwatch insignia. It blinked in rhythm with the beeping.

'Is that an Overwatch agent?' Desmond sat up and placed his hands on both throttles and slowly descended. When he landed he kept the thrusters on and grabbed his sidearm. He opened the canopy and jumped out. He looked at his surroundings analyzing it. He was in a small clearing surrounded by forest. He raised his sidearm, suspecting it as an ambush. He walked forwards slowly listening for anything out of the ordinary. He heard nothing but the sounds of crickets chirping and the sound of an owl hooting. He looked to his left and saw a colony of fireflies. He holstered his sidearm and approached but stopped thinking he was too close and might disturb them. He looked at them when his thoughts started to wander towards somewhere else...To someone else...

'I shouldn't have yelled at her. Why didn't I admit I was wrong. I should go back. No. Yes. Overwatch doesn't need drama they need heroes. Am I a hero?' His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a barrel pushed against his head

"If you get easily distracted by fireflies then you'd be already dead" A gruff voice said to him. He looked straight knowing how this usually worked.

"So why aren't I?" The attacker grunted.

"What are you doing here? Why were you hovering above the field?" I slightly turned my head and spotted the man had gray hair.

"I was sleeping in that jet... I woke up when it picked up an Overwatch agent in the area"

"You're pretty stupid" Desmond's expression changed to one of confusion "If I was a Talon agent, I'd know that there's an agent in the area and could easily use you to lure them out"

"But you're not Talon...Are you?" He lowered his gun and Desmond turned around to face him. He was wearing a mask with a red visor covering his eyes. He was wearing black combat pants with black combat boots. He wore a jacket that was a mixture of blue, white and red. "Wait...You're Soldier: 76!" He nodded and started to walk towards the forest. He turned his head towards Desmond. Feeling his glare Desmond shifted slightly from where he stood.

"You coming or not?" He said irritation in his voice. Desmond looked at him puzzled but jogged over to him, getting in step with 76.

"Where?" They walked in silence, Desmond waiting for a reply. 76 sighed and looked at Desmond.

"I heard what happened in Gibralter" Desmond raised his hand to talk but 76 interrupted him. "I had Tracer plant a bug inside Overwatch... The fool is too trusting..." Desmond smiled which quickly faded away.

"What does that have to do with anything?" 76 sighed once more as we continued walking

"I'm going to be blunt and say it... You're weak and I'm going to train you" It took a moment for Desmond to process it not sure if he should be honored or insulted. "You won't be coming back to Overwatch for sometime"

"Then I won't be trained" 76 stopped walking and turned his head towards Desmond

"And why not?"

"Because the world isn't ready for Talon yet! Overwatch needs every functioning hero!" 76 grimly chuckled

"Functioning? Really? If you think yelling, drinking, and acting like a big baby is functioning then Overwatch certainly has changed" Desmond looked at him with furrowed brows

"What's that supposed to mean, old man!"

"Exactly what it means...You drank because of a girl, you ran because of a girl! If you think that's being a hero, then I hope you're ready for the world to be set ablaze by Talon" Desmond froze. 76 grunted and walked towards the forest.

'He's right' Desmond turned towards the Slipstream then back to 76 "Hey old man!" 76 turned his head. Desmond pointed at his jet and smirked "Anywhere nice I could park this" 76 grunted in annoyance and walked towards the jet. They boarded it and flew towards 76's hideout.

They landed the jet behind 76's hideout. It was well hidden by some tress and bushes. 76's hideout wasn't a loft or anything special. It was a medium 1-story cabin. It had 3 bedrooms but only 1 bathroom. One of the bedrooms was turned into some type of armory by Sodier: 76 so in truth it only had 2 bedrooms.

When they entered, 76 went store his weapons away while Desmond looked around. The place wasn't meant for comfort living. It had a sofa and a t.v. guessing 76 only used it to watch news. The kitchen was practically devoid of junk food, the closest being salty crackers. Desmond looked at the shelf above the fireplace and noticed it held pictures surprisingly. He approached them and looked at each one of them. Most of them had been of John Morrison, the former commander of Overwatch but he died a long time ago. He noticed that one picture showed Angela and John Morrison holding each other close. He turned his head when he heard 76 come back.

"Was John Morrison close to you?" 76 grunted

"Something like that..." That wasn't cryptic. "Be ready tomorrow..." 76 started to walk towards his room.

"What's tomorrow?" 76 turned his head.

"Hell" He turned back and walked into his room.

1 Month Later

1:30 PM

Watchpoint: Gibralter

Overwatch has grown a lot in the past month more of the old agents have rejoined with the help of Soldier: 76 and his partner who were currently staying away from the Watchpoint. Reinhardt, Genji, and Symmetra joined recently.

Winston was currently working on a device he created. It was an old concept and has been tried several times in the past but needed more advanced technology. He was working on making a personal shield that could deflect anything and not break. His concentration was broken when he heard a giggling behind him. He sighed.

"What is it Lena?" Said girl blinked next to him and leaned on him

"What'cha workin' on love?" Winston focused on the device while talking to Lena

"I'm working on a personal protective field, It supposed to disintegrate anything that it comes to contact with. This include bullets, missiles, energy lasers, an-"

"Yea, yeah, how bout' ya' speak English, yeah" Winston sighed causing Lena to giggle.

"It's a personal shield" Lena smiled and hopped off

"See! Wasn't to hard! Anyway, I gotta jet love see ya!" Lena blinked away enabling Winston to resume working on the device.

"You better come back soon Desmond, this girl will be the death of me"