Hello once again I have returned, and with some good news! My laptop just decided to function as of the day that I'm writing this, and on top of that, I got a new PC, so it's a win win for me, and you my lovely readers because now the story of Hana the matchmaker shall press onwards!Enjoy.

Chapter 6: Something bigger.

Mercy was sad, worried, and worst of all, bored out of her mind. Fareeha had gone out back to New York with her mother, and Jack to interrogate the criminal that was apprehended. Angela caught them just before they left to share an awkward word or two with Fareeha.

"Promise me that you won't do anything rash."

"I cannot promise you anything, but I will try." Fareeha answered honestly with her hands now on Angie's shoulders.

"He tried to hurt you Angie. I-I don't know if I'm gonna be able to keep myself from punching him in the face many times over."

"But I'm fine now!" Angie exclaimed closing the already small gap separating the two, causing Fareeha to stumble back in surprise. "Please? I get worried when you start acting like this."

"I-it's my duty to protect the ones I hold close to my heart how I see fit, however, if you want me to keep a straight head, than I will do my best for you." Fareeha looked away, a bashful look on her face complimented by a light blush.

Angela felt her heart backflip with joy in her chest. Was this Fareeha's way of conveying any deeper feelings to the blonde? She didn't know for sure, but Fareeha's words did more than enough to convince her that Fareeha was going to be a good girl while away on her mission. Angie snuck her arms around the taller woman, and sucked her in for a tight hug before quickly letting go, and stepping back as Ana approached them from behind.

"That's wonderful. Well I guess I'll…see you later."

"You don't have to worry about that." Fareeha said with the confidence and smile that often left Angela hot and bothered, but the Swiss was able to keep her composure.

"Are you two done acting like two lovesick schoolgirls?" Ana jokingly asked casually passing by Fareeha, and Angela, causing the two to blush.

"What is with you recently?!" Fareeha asked, mad hot at her mother for ruining what seemed to be a special moment between herself, and Angela. "You've been acting like a jackal ever since-gah!"

Ana grabbed her daughter's face, and began pinching her cheeks hard.

"Watch who you're calling a jackal young lady, or you do you want me to

continue to embarrass you infront of your girlfriend."

Angela's face was red all over as she brought a hand up to cover her mouth from the sudden coughing fit. Fareeha was equally embarrassed.

"She-she's not my girlfriend!"

"Oh please," Ana chortled. "If I didn't intervene you guys might've started having sex, or something even more insane like hold hands!"

"That's enough!" Fareeha broke free from her mother's grasp, and tried to put her in a headlock, but she should've known her own mother better than that. Ana Amari, despite her age, was still as quick as ever, rolling under Fareeha's grapple attempt, and locking her in a headlock of her own from the back.

"One day one, but not today little one." Ana said, dragging Fareeha onto the ship, but not before taking a look back at Angela and winking.

The blonde didn't know what to make of it. Did Ana know something that Angela didn't? Well of course she did. Nothing about Fareeha ever got past her mother, and the only question that remained was what was it that Ana knew.

have no reason to think about her right now.

"Ah, Angela," A deep voice interrupted her thoughts. It belonged to Jack, who was on his way to the ship. "You're in charge. Please make sure Hana doesn't step out of line."

"Yes sir."

A few minutes later, the ship took off, and Mercy stayed glued to the spot until she couldn't see it any longer. She had so many thoughts running through her brain, and she needed to take a seat.

Angela's anxiety high came and went like a crash after a sugar rush, but instead of feeling really tired, she was really bored, and needy. Her conversation with the Amaris today went through her head again and again. The way Fareeha reacted to her mother's teasing made Angela hopefully curious. Maybe Fareeha did indeed love her too, but she didn't want to mistake Fareeha's deep passion for protecting her friends for romantic love. She thought being in charge would take a load off of her mind, as well as be a much more daunting, and work heavy task, but everyone she ran into today was chill, and compliant today of all days. If only they were like this on the battlefield. With nothing left to check up on, Angela decided that if her day was gonna go by in the blink of an eye, hanging out with her adopted daughter would do the trick.

As she turned down the hall to where Hana's room was, she was surprised to hear no commotion coming from inside the girl's room. She sighed in disappointment. Not even Hana was gonna be able to keep her distracted until her lovely Fareeha returned to the base.

"Just great…" She huffed. "Now who am I gonna talk to about all of this sudden developmen-woah!" Before she could finish her rhetorical question, Angela was pulled into Hana's room, and dragged over to the bed before she could even begin to process what was going on.

Angela quickly surveyed her surroundings. Hana's room was oddly much more clean than it had ever been up to that point. The bookshelf that 76 had been nagging her about organizing was just that, and even polished, so it was looking extra clean, as was her PC space, and her bed as well. No water or soda bottles, or snack wraps, or gum packs to be seen anywhere except for their intended places inside of the mini refrigerator she kept in the corner furthest from the door.

"Hana, y-you're room is…"

"Have you ever sent a risky text."

"I…what?"

Hana squirmed a bit before continuing. Angela made sure to take notice of the Korean girl's blushing face, bitten lip, and general anxious, but oddly cute behavior.

"I-I don't know how to tell you this, but…I'm going out with someone this Saturday."

Angela gasped, with her hands covered her mouth as the shock hit her.

"Oh my Gosh," She finally said and Hana immediately knew that it was a good decision to bring her mother figure into the private sector of her room.

"My wittle baby is going out on her first date!" Angela flailed with excitement, that ended with her leaping up from Hana's bed, and crushing the girl in her hug.

"Can you not baby talk me please? I'm 19."

"Aw, but I can't help it," The older woman was literally jumping for joy with Hana in her arms. "It's just that when you got all shy, it brought back memories of when you were younger. Also, who's the lucky guy or gal?"

"Her name is Rebecca."

"Ooo a girl! Following in your mother's footsteps I see." Angela playfully elbowing the other woman's side.

"Oh give it a rest. It's not my fault that she's so cool, and annoyingly charming." Hana huffed with a turn of her head, and crossed arms.

"She sounds like my sweet Fareeha. You sure you're not taking up after me?"

Hana glared at the woman, who edged away from her slightly with a nervous laugh.

"A-anyway, You said something about a risky text? What was it?" Angela looked to get back on track. Anything to help her only child.

Hana's face grew red once again as she pulled out her phone, opened her messenger app, and stared at the message she had sent to Rebecca. Angela looked at the girl in suspense. What could she have possibly said that would cause such a reaction. Hana was always an outspoken, and sometimes painfully awkward. Angela could count the number of times Hana blurted out something she instantly regretted. If she had to guess, this was most definitely one of those times.

Hana shoved the phone in Angela's face and turned her head in shame.

"You know ,I've never noticed this, but you've got a great butt. ;)." She read the text out loud.

"OMG, don't read the text out-"

Hana was shushed by the older woman before she continued.

"Well, maybe you'll get a better look on Saturday…"

The blonde looked at the embarrassed younger woman, with an eyebrow raised, and a face desperate to keep her smile, and eventual laughter at bay.

"I-is that it?" She managed to ask through a shaky voice.

Hana looked at her mother with an incredulous look. She squinted at her, practically begging Mercy to laugh, and the older woman did just that. A fit of laughter filled Hana's room, and just might have been so loud that it could be heard within a ten meter radius.

"THIS IS A JOKE TO YOU?!" Hana bellowed at the laughing woman.

Angela continued to laugh, and laugh, and laugh some more, until she was finally able to stop.

"so what about this do you find hila-"

Angela began laughing again, leaving Hana to sulk in her position next to her. She couldn't believe that this woman was laughing at such a dire situation! This was an actual matter of life, and death, and Hana wanted the latter to come for her as quickly, and painlessly as possible. Angela only continued to laugh for a short while, until as she was wiping tears from her eyes, she gazed upon Hana's down trodden expression. She was genuinely upset about this, and seeing Hana, slouched, arms crossed, with a look on her face as if she had just lost her dog, Angela felt herself drowning in guilt.

"Hana, sweetie," She began.

"If you're just gonna sit there, and laugh at my social ineptitude than you can just leave." The sulking woman said, continuing to look straight ahead to the wall on the far side of the room.

"Look, I'm sorry for laughing. I had forgotten that you're not used to

communicating with people outside from us on a daily basis. Especially not in that way." Angela pulled Hana in for a side hug, which the Korean did not even try to fight. "You shouldn't be mad. feel ashamed, or even embarrassed."

Hana looked at her with a deadpan expression, and turned her head back. Angela sighed.

"You don't know what you've just done, and it's okay. The art of flirting is something that isn't natural for people like yourself."

"You call that flirting?" Hana scoffed. "I basically offered to do the thing after one damn date. Now she probably thinks I'm some sleezy chick who only acts shy in order to lure in people who I just want a quick fling with, but that's totally not true!

"Then why not just send her another text saying that what you said before was dumb, and that you're a bad flirt?"

"Because I'm not a reasonable adult, Ms. Zielger! GEEZ! Also that sounds way too simple to be the solution."

"You'd be surprised."

Hana contemplated her options, and Angela's suggestion was becoming more plausible as she went over it in her own head. She sucked her teeth.

"Why are you so old, and right all the time?"

"I dunno. Why are you so young, and stupid sometimes?"

"You're nice for not saying that all the time."

"You're a smart girl Hana. It's your first time going out with anyone that may be a romantic interest. There's bound to be stupid mistakes made by you."

"Great pep talk, mom."

"That's just how it is. If it makes you feel any better, I bet you she froze when you sent that text. She hasn't responded to it yet, and it says she read it." Mercy finished with a hopeful note.

Hana looked at her messages to see that the blonde Swiss was right. Hana looked at Angela, and then the phone with an unsure look on her face that slowly turned into one with resolve.

"That'll teach her not to call me sweetie."

"I don't think you get how flirting works at all."

"What? Of course I do. Lena taught me!"

Angela moved to say something, but elected to keep her mouth shut. She would have a word with Tracer later. She simply shook her head, and smiled.

"I'm happy for you."

Hana turned to Angela, and cocked her head to one side, signaling that Angela should continue.

"I remember when you were in your pre-teen years, and how when I first brought you to Overwatch you were so shy, and clung to my side almost all the time. Now look at you. A beautiful young woman going out on her first date." Angela felt her eyes welling up as memories of Hana's growth played at light speed through her mind. She felt herself become enveloped in a tight hug by Hana.

"Can you stop being such a mom?"

The two shared a laugh.

"I can't help it," Angela sighed. "I'm just so proud of you."

Hana buried her face in the older woman's shoulder.

"Your corniness is making my heart do twirls. I need that thing to survive you know." Hana only hugged tighter, and Angela hugged back.

" I love you too."

The bustling metropolis of Manhattan almost came to a standstill at the sight of the Overwatch ship slowly landing on the roof of the Midtown South precinct. People had their phones out to record, and were chatting excitedly amongst themselves about the arrival of Earth's mightiest heroes. Fareeha observed them all from inside the ship. The flashing lights from all of the cameras did not phase her nearly as much as they did when Overwatch let themselves be known to the world. The steadily growing crowd, and the arrival of media outlets elicited a long groan and an eye roll from her usually composed self.

"Why did you guys decide to make Overwatch known to the public?" She asked in annoyance.

"The little one, Hana." Jack answered. "Honestly, it was probably for the best that we are now seen as a symbol of heroism for the public. Organized crime on national scales around the world have quieted down since Hana's revelation to the public."

"Plus we get government funding without any of them interfering in our operations. We now have the means in order to properly tackle things head first. I thought that was more your style." Ana added ontop of Soldier's breif explanation.

"One, don't patronize my 'style', and two, how was any of this," She emphasized by pointing out the window to the mass of people. "Hana's doing?"

"She participated in one of those international video game tournaments, and after winning the whole thing she cut this really heartwarming speech thanking our organization, so we pretty much had to make ourselves known to the world. How do you not remember this?"

"Mother, you know I'm not one who sticks her head into all of that kind of stuff. I only wish to inspire, and protect those who I care about."

"You know, it's crazy how your mother turned into this sarcastic, but charming enigma, and you turned into a walking symbol of justice."

"Come now Jack, you make it sound like my charm is a bad thing."

The latch of the ship opened, and they were greeted by the officials of the precinct.

"I never said it was." Jack said taking one last look at Ana before turning in his chair, getting up, and making his way outside of the ship to a roaring crowd of people on the sidewalk below. He was soon followed by the Amaris, but not before Fareeha saw the opportunity to take a jab at her mother.

"Smooth, isn't he?" Fareeha's answer was met with a smile, and firm pat on the back that actually threw her forward a bit.

"You really are my daughter." Ana quipped before following Jack, leaving Fareeha to nurse her stinging back.

Fareeha shortly afterwards stepped out. She was welcomed with a large ovation from the crowd on the sidewalks below. Loud cheers from those who respected her, whistling, and shrieks from the men and women who found her attractive. This wasn't the first time she had received a positive reaction from a large crowd, but those were at formal ceremonies celebrating Overwatch's heroism. This one felt more…organic to her. These people weren't expecting to be in the same space as their protectors, so they took the time out of their precious days to show their appreciation for the Overwatch crew. Something about it touched Fareeha, even though she wold rather not be recognized like she was luckily able to not be when she visited earlier in the week, there was something to being looked up to by a mass of people all around the world.

"Don't get too caught up in the adulation, Pharah." Jack called out to her.

Fareeha turned to him.

"I know you don't really like all the attention, so let's go inside before anything gets out of hand." Ana and Jack allowed the officers to escort them into the building, while Fareeha took one last look over the hundreds of people that gathered around the precinct, still sending love her way. She cracked a small smile, and waved to the crowd as she turned, and walked, earning a roar of appreciation in return. She entered the door on the rooftop and made her way downstairs quickly to catch up to her mother, and Jack. She wanted full details on everything about this guy, and for what reason did he come after Angie. Thoughts of Angie then flooded Fareeha's mind, and she tried to shake them away, but they lingered in the back of her mind.

"How stupid of me," she said softly. "I must focus on the task at hand. I know Angie is safe at home. I have no reason to think about her right now."

The thoughts never really stopped invading her mind in small doses. She sighed.

"Well, at least thinking about her will keep me in line."

"We managed to find the apartment he had been holding the stolen electronics, and equipment. We also found something else that you might be interested in." The detective's voice brought Fareeha back into reality as she slowed pulled up behind her mother, and Jack.

"We found a computer which he had been using. Have you guys experienced any threats of hackers recently?"

"Winston, and young Hana have been turning away some recent attacks in the last few weeks, but nothing out of the ordinary. However, we did notice that the location never left this state, much less this city." Ana explained.

"Hmph, almost sounds like he was asking to be caught." Jack huffed.

"Also, I should add that this guy seemed to have some vitriolic hatred for Overwatch." The detective added You'll never guess who are his heroes."

"Talon." Fareeha said with a low rumble in her voice. Mentioning the name brought a few glances in her direction.

"Bingo," went the detective. "How'd you figure that one?"

"Well, there are a few organizations across the world that gives us trouble from time to time, but Talon is the one we've had more battles with than others. Their underground connections are fierce, and it wouldn't surprise me that some lowlife living in New York would become involved in their foolishness. Also Angie told me it might be them behind it."

"She's a perceptive woman." Jack said, earning a subtle accusing squint of the eyes from Fareeha that only Ana noticed.

"Yeah…she is."

"May we have a look at that computer, if you have it available?"

"Yes, and we do indeed have it available." The detective said as one of the forensic scientists handed Ana the laptop enclosed in a large plastic bag.

"We'll carry this to Winston, and see what he can figure out from this." Ana told Jack who nodded in return.

"So what about all of the electronics, and pieces of equipment he stole?" Jack asked. "What was he trying to do with them?"

"He kept diaries on that laptop about his plans, but you could only get so far as the rest of the files were thrown in a folder, and encrypted. That only adds to your early observation, Soldier, that it was almost like he wanted to be caught, or at the very least, he was expecting it to happen one day."

Jack shook his head.

"What a shame," He sighed as he ran a hand through his short, white hair "I'm getting to old for this."

"You, and I both." Ana rested a hand on Jack's shoulder, and shook him a bit before turning her head to the detective. "Take us to him. I'm pretty sure my daughter has been waiting to interrogate this criminal for the past few days."

"Finally, the good stuff." Fareeha said with a devilish smile as she cracked her fingers individually. A sign of how she wanted to savor this.

"Fair enough," The detective said with a smile. "Follow me, and you'll get your time to rattle him."

As she was being led further into the building to the room that the Metro Caper was currently being held in, Fareeha imagined a number ways in which she was hoping to inflict punishment on this man, but she gritted her teeth, remembering how she had promised Angela that she wouldn't do anything rash. She almost wished that she hadn't, but she knew that Angela would find out, and be upset with her, and that was the last thing Fareeha wanted. The thoughts of Angela were subdued as she was led into a room that housed the criminal. The classic one way window, separating herself, and the detective from the man on the other side. He waited there, with arms followed, and his head down, allowing his greasy jet black hair to cover his face.

"No cuffs? You're a brave set here in New York."

The detective laughed nervously. "Actually, he is cuffed, but his arms are folded. He's a dangerous guy, and we can't take any chances with him. He almost got away from you, and ." He explained.

Fareeha nodded. "Understandable. He is a crafty one."

"So how are you tackling this? Wanna go it alone, or do you need someone in there with you."

"I don't need help against this guy."

"To be frank, I'm more worried about what you'll do to him." He said dryly. Causing Fareeha to laugh loudly.

"Don't worry, I won't rough him up too much. I promised not to."

"Oh well, how nice for him."

With that last bit of banter out of the way, Fareeha entered the interrogation room, her expression settling into a slight frown with furrowed brows. As the door behind her shut closed, the man sitting at the table in front of her jolted, and looked up to lock eyes with her.

"Oh for fuck's sake…" He groaned, unfolding his cuffed arms, and settling them on the table in front of him.

"Happy to see me?" Fareeha quipped

"Piss off. You're not gettin' shit outta me."

"I'm not too worried about that. We've got your laptop, and some choice pieces of technology that we can take back to the base to get the full story."

"Then what the hell are you here for?"

"They allowed me to come in, and beat the crap outta you just for my own a amusement." Fareeha explained to him, while loosening her wrists.

The man sucked her teeth, and flipped his hair so now his pale face was fully exposed to Fareeha.

"You've got such a punchable face."

"You overwatch people are nothing but no good crooks yourselves."

"Oh brother…" Fareeha rolled her eyes, and made her way to sit down across the man, who sat up straight, and stiffened at her action.

"Well, go on!" She exclaimed.

The man had a perplexed look on his face.

"Are you not taking me serious-"

"Yeah sure why not?" Fareeha cut him off, not even listening to what the man was trying ask. "Go on! Go on about how we're some phony justice organization that only puts on a face of truth and justice to hide the public from the supposed corruption that we partake in with the government, and how whomever you're working with is gonna bring through justice to the world through chaos, and destruction, which doesn't make any sense by the way."

The man went silent at Fareeha's little synopsis of what he was supposedly going to say. She raised a brow with a smile, thinking that she had successfully deconstructed a trope amongst these types of criminals. The man then began laughing much to Fareeha's confusion.

"That's so like you heroes who think you're so high above people like me." He wiped away tears of laughter from his eyes. "You think you've got it all figured out, but in reality, you haven't got a damn clue!" He laughed again as it was Fareeha's turn to be silent.

"Woah boy. This isn't looking so good." The detective said with his hand in his hair.

Ana, and Jack entered the room that the detective was in.

"Has she killed him yet?" Ana asked.

She was surprised to see Fareeha with an angry expression on her face, as the criminal man was now leaning forward, talking at a thousand miles per hour, or so it seemed.

"I'm surprised she hasn't roughed him up yet." Jack said with his own unique expression of confusion.

"Hold on a minute." The detective said to quiet them down, as it seemed like the man was now saying something important.

"I don't give a damn about justice. The world works better when the collective populous all have a common fear that keeps them in line! I call you bastards crooks because you instill this bullshit called hope in these average people around the world for a better future for our next kin. Talon understands that the universe is a harsh, and brutally unforgiving place, and this planet we call Earth is no different! What is justice when everyone understands that the universe only lives by the rule of brutal honesty for all living beings? Our lives are so disgustingly insignificant. Our time in this world does not matter, and neither does doing what you believe to be justice. We simply want to create a world where we control the thoughts, and actions of the people. Make them understand that their lives will only be fulfilled if they partake in Talon's vision. Death is an inevitability, so why not commit your meaningless life to serving those who have a greater understanding than you do?"

"You're so full of crap!" Fareeha shook her head in disbelief as she stood up, and slammed her hands on the table. "To say that everyone's lives are meaningless, and that controlling them through fear, and warping their perceptions of their own lives all for some singular entity to control them. It's wrong!"

"But who are you to say that what Talon is doing isn't the right thing?" The man asked with amusement.

"Are you kidding me?!" Fareeha grabbed the man by the collar, and pulled him close. "Listen to me loud, and clear you pasty, long nosed, no good, wannabe crook! I am Fareeha Amari of Overwatch. I am the symbol of justice for the entire world! If you think I'm gonna sit back, and let those fools at Talon do whatever they have planned, then you're as dumb as the beliefs you hold as truth." Fareeha concluded by shoving the man back into his seat hard, and he toppled over from the impact. She began to walk away.

The man scrambled to his knees, looking to goad Fareeha into acting irrationally.

"What happened to all that suave, and bravado you walked in with?" Fareeha looked back at the man, and he smiled when he noticed. "You call yourself the symbol of justice right? Well, what are you waiting for?! Deliver that hard hitting justice you love to pummel your enemies with!"

Fareeha's fists tightened. A sign that she was reaching her boiling point.

"I'm sure that your lovely Angela would want you to hit me!"

Fareeha opened her eyes to reveal hazel irises glowing with anger. She stalked back over to the criminal, and lifted him off the ground with ease by his collar.

"Don't you ever use Angie to make me do things that I promised I wouldn't do in the first place. Also, I deliver justice my own way. What you want isn't what I want, so I refuse to indulge you any further." She released him from her iron grip on his collar, and calmly exited the interrogation room, slamming the door shut to release some frustration. She walked past Ana, and Jack without saying much of anything, and was soon followed by the two, who thanked the detective for helping them.

The ride back to the base was silent. Fareeha just stared out the window from her seat. Ana, and jack were piloting the ship.

"So when should I ask her about what that bastard said to her before we got to her?" Jack leaned over, and whispered his question so fareeha wouldn't hear him.

"Not for a while." Ana shook her head. From what we were able to hear, that guy tried to dig into Fareeha on a psychological level. It's a shame he didn't know how stubborn she is. Once she's set in her ways, that's the be all, and end all for her." She glanced back to Fareeha, who caught her eyes, and Ana signaled a thumbs up to her daughter with a smirk. Fareeha returned with a small smile of her own, before staring back out the window.

"She'll be fine."

"You sure?" Jack asked. "You don't think Fareeha is gonna go on some self harming escapade to stop Talon?"

"Normally, that would be the first thing she would want to do, but I think she's not just gonna be fighting to save millions of people she doesn't know. That intense scene back at the precinct reaffirmed her own beliefs, and she's got someone special she's gonna be fighting for too, but she doesn't know that yet. She's finally going to take a more tactical approach to all of this for once."

Jack quickly glanced back at Fareeha before turning back to the oceanic view in front of him.

"We've all got that special someone we're fighting for huh?" He asked.

"I suppose we do. Who's that special person for you, jack?"

The two shared a look.

"Don't worry about it." Jack said with a light chuckle.

Ana squinted at him, and shook her head in annoyance.

"Men."

And that's the end of that! Now, I know it's mid July, and I promised two chapters at the end of last month, and I'm really kicking myself in the ass over setting up a deadline I couldn't deliver on, so from now on, I will not guarantee any deadlines or schedules for chapters. They will simply go up when they are finished. So, with all of that out of the way, how was this chapter? I was gonna go a bit of a different route, but I ended up doing something more dramatic cause even though I got that humor tag on it, stories with a bit of dramatic flare to them always hook me for some reason. I like the balance between the two I guess. Well anyway, here's some trivia, and notes about this chapter.

-The criminal was originally supposed to spook Fareeha with this talk of chaos, and brainwashing, which in later chapters would lead to Fareeha becoming paranoid, but that would just be a recycled idea from chapter 4, so rather than do that again, I decided that Fareeha would come out of this mentally stronger than before cause I don't wanna write more chapters with , and Mercy trying to bring Fareeha back up. Elevating her was the best option.

-I've had this idea in my head for members of Overwatch being seen as symbols of good virtues, and values around the world. Like how in this story, Pharah is seen as the symbol of justice, Mercy would be the symbol of hospitality, and good health, , Lucio, and Tracer would be the symbols/trio of youthful exuberance, Zenyatta the symbol of peace, and so on. Just a neat little idea to add some context to this world for the overwatch heroes that I've created because I would love to make a sequel to this or something. Like some sort of avengers assemble type deal with the Overwatch crew years later, but nothing is set in stone yet.

-The whole exchange in the beginning was not added until my final look through. Kinda felt weird to not have Fareeha, and Angela be mega gay in this chapter for some added levity.

's understanding of flirting is like a game of out playing the opponent. Whoever is the most embarrassed wins. She's not the best at it as you can see. I wanted to have that relateable risky/ downright ridiculous text situation cause I know most of us have said something totally ridiculous to someone we were fond of over text, and freak out about it.

-Rebecca is a woman of culture as well.

-Mercy was supposed to confront Tracer about "teaching" Hana how to flirt, but I'm saving that for the next chapter.

Chapter 7-Prep time! Hana's date is only a few days away, but it's the last thing on her mind as Fareeha and the rest of the Overwatch crew have been acting strange. As the days go on, the crew starts to behave more and more weird, and Hana enlists the help of Angela to aid in her investigation. Why did they wait until her date night was so close to start acting like a bunch of weirdos?

Drop a review if you feel like. I'm always looking for what I need to improve on.