The Overwatch dropship was flying over Ukraine approaching Moscow, it would be another thirty minutes before they landed. Like the plan with Scout and Tracer they planned to land outside of Moscow and go into the city.

As the plane flew over Spy looked at Torbjorn

"I apologize for my son's behavior." He said honestly while sharpening his butterfly knife.

Torbjorn looked at spy and waved him off. "Nah the boy's alright, I'll be honest while he is cocky he is a smooth talker, pisses my off a little but it's still an admirable quality. Did you teach him?" The dwarf asked.

"I did all I could. But to be honest he learns more from his mistakes than from listening. Every woman he fails at he tries again at a different angle. He's stubborn but skilled when he tries." Spy said nonchalantly still sharpening his knife.

"You proud of the kid?" Torbjorn asked adjusting a bolt on his arm with a wrench.

Spy pointed his knife looking at Torbjorn. "Never tell my son this…. But yes…. I am proud of him, but sad at the same time, he is starting to turn out allot like me."

"Shouldn't that make you more proud?" The engineer asked curiously.

"I'm not the greatest man to look up to, let's be honest I'm an assassin, a spy, a thief, and a mercenary. That's hardly the pinnacle of accomplishment or most admirable job in the world. And I got in the wrong business with the wrong people and had to protect my family by leaving them, I'm worried my son will have the life of secrecy and backstabbing that I have." Spy said tilting his head to the floor.

"I have tons of kids, and many of them want to be like me, but I always tell them never try to be someone that you're not, always try to be yourself and be the best at it, otherwise you'll just live in someone else's shadow and never shine. What's your son good at that you're not?" He said finishing his toon up on his arm.

"He's good at baseball, running, dancing, and talking his mouth off." Spy said.

"That can't be all."

"Maybe, but perhaps after all these years it's a good time as any start knowing my son a bit more." Spy said contemplating.

"That's the spirit! Anyway we will be landing soon, here catch." Torbjorn then threw Spy a heavy black trench coat for the winter weather outside. He put on his own red coat which had think fur on the hood.

Sniper disassembled his rifle and put it in his campers back pack on the top pouch, he then put on his snow sleeves jacket and professionals Ushanka. Muttering to himself, "I hate the bloody cold."

The team went outside into the snowy forest and onto the road. Starting there walk. It would take a number of hours to reach the city, once there they would start their search for Zarya. According to the debrief she was a heavy weight champion. Her full name was Aleksandra Zaryanova, who, much like Heavy, was born in a Siberian Village. She holds a grudge against the Omnics for destroying her village. She enlisted in the army, but during her times off she is either in a gym or at a fight club. Reports that eventually reached Winston told him that she was in Moscow fulfilling a top secret job by Chairman Volskaya. One of the most powerful women in Russia.

As the got into the city Heavy got nervous. After all him and his family were hunted by Russian soldiers with him, his mother, and his three younger sisters. However Torbjorn told him that the government was replaced several times and that he had nothing to worry about. Heavy calmed down but still kept his guard up. They explored around the city but couldn't find anything. Heavy started to get annoyed and raised his hand at a civilian nearby.

"YA ishchu sootechestvennika, yeye zovut Aleksandra Zaryanova, gde ona (I am looking for fellow Russian, her name is Aleksandra Zaryanova, where is she?)"

The man looked at him, clearly intimidated, he was a short 5'10 and heavy was, well, a giant. However he answered quickly by pulling out his phone and showing him a news article. Apparently for one night only Aleksandra was in a local boxing match to kill some time, one night only. And tonight was the night. The man then gave directions to the arena where the fight was happening.

Aleksandra was challenging everyone, man or woman, and she was at the top. Truth be told she was only doing this because she wanted the training, and to spread her name throughout Russia as the most powerful woman who stood as a symbol against all enemies.

The group found the arena, heavy taking the lead. He found the fighters auditions table and sat down on the chair for signing his life away, or accepting the possibility that he would experience induced trauma, broken bones, etc. However when he sat down in the chair it collapsed on itself from the sheer weight of the giant. He got up flustered and asked to sign the document. However there was a minimum fee that the lady on the other side of the table asked for, apparently the fee contributed to the victory money for whoever beat Zarya. Heavy looked at Torbjorn and he shrugged his shoulders.

Heavy was about to give up since none of them had the currency he needed to enter the fight. Until he felt someone tapping him on the back of their shoulder, it was Spy. Looking side to side casually he opened up his thick trench coat and pulled out a wallet. Then taking out the necessary money to pay the fee he put the wallet back in his coat pocket.

Torbjorn looked at the man disgusted at the so called gentleman's behavior. 'How much money did he steal?' he thought. Spy knowing what he was thinking smiled and opened up his coat enough to show that his entire coat pocket was stuffed with wallets, including every other pocket, back pockets, front pockets, vest pockets, he even had two stuffed into his socks. Coming out to about thirty wallets in total.

"Drinks are on me when this is over." Spy said chuckling.

Torbjorn still disgusted was about to say a word about the behavior, how it wasn't very hero like, but the group had already left him and gone to the arena.

The fighting arena itself was quite huge, capable of housing 5000 people that at most could sit, and the stands were packed of people screaming and cheering for whoever they came to support, or just watch Zarya kick the fuck out of anyone who came into the ring.

The schedule was this, every fighter would go in and after they were done and pulverized there would be a 2 minute recovery time, Zarya would drink some water, eat a little, and then the next fighter would go in. Although from the looks of it she was just creaming every man or woman fighter that entered so she was beginning to demand for the next fighter as quickly as possible.

Heavy pulled out a notebook and pencil from his back pocket.

"What are you doing?" Torbjorn asked Misha.

"Some people think they can outsmart Misha, I have yet to see one that can outsmart bullet, but bullets not allowed in this fight, so I must compensate. I am taking note on my enemy to outsmart her." Heavy said in a gruff voice.

There was a line of about ten people in front of them, and every time they lost Heavy made another note on them, how they lost and what he should avoid. Zarya's strategy was first intimidation, an easy feat for her sense she was a huge mass of muscle and had shown her strength to ever person in the arena clearly. He strikes were fast and heavy, they were also precise in the strike. She would first go in for the kill, trying to hit the person on the head hard enough for a knock out, if they didn't work she would weaken the person, hitting them in several areas like the ribs, inbetween the abs and the sternum, until the person was out of breath and she then went again for the blow to the head, leading to victory.

Heavy knew he wasn't as fast as Scout, and he knew that Zarya didn't look tired at all, she wasn't even dripping a sweat and she had already taken on so many fighters. Making a note in notebook he realized he would have to not play fair in order to win the fight, just like in real war there was no such thing as honor or glory, at the end of it the only thing that counted was survival. Once she failed at the first strike he would have to protect his weak areas that she mostly stuck on the fighters who would last long enough.

After a few more fighters went up it was his turn. The employee at the bottom of the ring gave heavy some red boxing gloves, the biggest size possible, which barley fit him. Misha then took off his shirt, his muscles showing scars and bullet holes, and his belly covered in a small amount of fat. While he may look fat he was more of a giant endomorph, his muscles covered by small layers of fat.

The giant took off his shoes and got into the ring. Zarya eyed him, "I am the champion, and I am just getting warmed up, let's see how good you fight."

"I will break you, and when I do, you will hear me out, I have demand." Heavy said folding his arms.

"Ohhh confidence! I like that, most of the other fighters were not even that, just weaklings, you however I might just get a little sweat going. Deal, I listen if you win, which is not likely." Zarya said smiling shaking his hand examining the man as a show of good sportsmanship. She guessed he must be military judging by his wounds, but she never knew anyone who was as tall or as strong as her, and she was sure that she would have known had that been the case.

With the handshake done and both fighters going to their respective sides the announcer came up on a hologram. It was a 3-D image of the now deceased Michael Buffer. Michael raised his hands and shouted, "Ladies and gentleman, in one side we have the undisputed champion Aleksandra Zaryanova! And on the other side we have the challenger named Misha! Who will win, place your bets, and… LET'S GET READY TO RUMMMMBBBLLLEEEE! With that the announcer screamed out "FIGHT!"

The two rushed forward. Zarya went in for a strike to the head keeping her other arm tucked close to her as a guard. Misha blocked with his right arm and went in raising his left to strike but she blocked with her guard. The two exchanged several punches at that point, Zarya aiming for the weak points of his body, but any time she managed to land a blow after all the blocking Misha would twist his torso so her fist never made a full force blow but at about half the power and the fat and the muscles absorbed the dampened blow. She kept punching faster than Misha but she couldn't keep up the pace for long.

Stepping back she looked at the time, It had only been 30 seconds, 1 minute and 30 seconds left until the first round. Most people had only lasted the first 5 seconds, and if they were lucky 20 seconds. This man was a challenge.

Misha charged roaring a battle cry and rose his right arm as high as it would go to strike her down. She moved to her right and raised her fists to block the punch or dodge it. But then she felt something hit her face, it was a strong hit, making her see stars, a normal person would be knocked out at that point but she managed to stay awake. Dazed she fell backward and managed to stabilize herself. Looking up dazed she realized that he hit her with his left first, she had payed full attention to his right fist expecting him to strike with it but completely ignored his left fist.

She tried to recover but Misha had already gone in for another strike, she blocked this time and moved away from the corner to the center of the ring recovering herself. She decided to go back on the offensive. Rushing forward she went in low with an upper cut, Misha bent to the side to avoid the strike but then Zarya struck with her other hand to intercept the dodge. Connecting the strike with his face, Misha twisted to the side to soften the blow but still felt allot of the force.

With his glove he wiped off the small droplet of blood coming from his mouth. He then charged forward again, sweeping his glove across from him directed at her face, she moved away seeing only the red glove but then felt his second fist connect on her lower abdominals below her elbows. Since she forgot to flex the muscle she felt the full force of the blow as she bent down out of breath, she then retreated to avoid another blow. The blow would have been the killer move as heavy shot his right fist down into the floor over where her head was milliseconds ago. When his fist connected the air swept aside and crashed into the ground, lifting his fist the crowed saw that he had made a small dent in the floor with splinters of wood coming out of the floor.

"What's this strategy! Two solid hits on our champion and thirty seconds left! Can this man finish the round! Or will our champion be victorious!" The hologram of Michael Buffer shouted in Russian on his microphone.

Zarya was getting worried, no one today had made it to round two and she had to preserve her reputation. She jumped forward aggressively to finish the fight. She aimed for the ribs again by sliding to the side of Misha and then striking. He blocked with the side of his elbow and struck her arm inbetween the bicep and her forearm with his other fist. This strike wasn't as strong as his previous punches but the target was at a large cluster of nerves. This strike hit home as her entire arm sizzled with pain. It would now be painful to punch and ultimately slow down her strikes.

She struck with her good arm but received the same punishment as she had with the other arm. However this attack left Heavy open and with allot of effort she struck him in the head across the temple. This strike was allot less powerful because of this serious pain in her arms but she still managed to get the man to stumble backwards.

'This man knows the weak points of the body, and isn't all muscle, he knew if he couldn't beat me in this round he would weaken me enough to increase his chances in the next round.' She thought to herself. She was furious at herself for underestimating the man, while she was more cautious around him than the other scrawny fighters she fought she didn't expect the man to be brains and muscle.

With that the round ended. The two backed up to their separated sides and sat down on their chairs that two assistants put up for them. Zarya was handed a water bottle and a towel. She looked at it curiously and then realized she was sweating. She looked at the droplets coming down from her forehead. She laughed to herself. This was going to be fun, after all it's been a while sense she had a good competition. Wiping the towel over her forehead she took a swig of water.

Looking over to the other side of the ring she saw Misha eating a sandwich. His legs crossed. It was a funny position for the man to be in, almost childish. Most people just bent over backwards gasping after a round but he appeared calm and collected. He took out his notebook and started making a few more notes. She remembered a few fights before with different opponents doing the same thing. He was easy to pick out and in an obvious way was the elephant in the room besides her of course.

'He's making another strategy!' She thought to herself. She quickly recuperated after another swig of water. Her arms still hurt like hell, another one of his strikes in that area would put her out of commission so she had to be cautious about that. He would probably try to wear her down again and wait until round three to deliver the finishing blow. If he managed to deliver the few but powerful punches that he did then she wouldn't stand a chance if they went to round three.

Forming her own strategy she decided she would go for quick jabs and back away instead of getting in close and delivering precise strikes. His punches were slower than hers but allot stronger. He was like an angry grizzly bear, powerful and deadly if caught in the claws.

With that the bell rang again and the round started. Heavy rushed forward allot faster than normal catching Zarya off guard, she barrel rolled to the side to avoid the swift strike and then took a jab at his rib cage while crouched down on the ground. She landed a blow and jumped away right before the man swiped at her aimed at her jawline. This man definitely fought like a bear but was precise like a trained soldier, two deadly combinations that could result in Zarya losing the round if things went to hell.

Heavy charged again giving Zarya little time to recover as she repeated the process of jabbing and jumping back. Landing another successful blow, yet despite this the man only smiled more and more, until his smile was a full sadistic grin putting her off. Every punch she landed he twisted his hip to soften the blow and since her arms were still numb she couldn't land a good punch anymore. It was like a child poking a bear with a stick, tempting the bear to awaken and chase the pest.

Desperate she leapt forward and punched him with all her might and speed in his nose, breaking it. Blood splattered across the floor as the man fell backwards yelling in pain. She was thinking about punching him back, but he could swing wildly and get her, also it would be a cowardly move to attack.

Heavy fell back on the floor, the announcer rushed forward to start the countdown but Misha pushed him aside at this point and started to get up. The crowed was screaming and cheering at this point obviously hyped that this fight had so much action in it.

Misha got up and took off his glove. With his big fingers he snapped his nose back into place; he then wiped away the blood with his glove and put it back on. The announcer began the fight again as the two rushed forward. Zarya was too late to realized but Misha was no longer playing games with her, the bear woke up and it was pissed and he wasn't smiling anymore.

He charged forward again and roared, and from what it looked like his eyes glowed red with fury for just a brief second! She tried dodging his charge but he stopped his charge planting his feet and then leapt to the side, forcing her back. Anytime she tried to get past or underneath him he either leapt to the side again or gave a roundhouse strike, keeping her where he wanted her. This pattern continued until she was pushed back into the corner of the ring, nowhere to run. She panicked at this point and started jabbing and punching as fast as she could, no longer aiming for precision just trying to push the monster back. Her arms turned into a blur as her fists went faster and faster. She looked at what she did, but Misha was still standing, his arms were completely blockading her from doing any serious damage, all to show for her attempt was several red marks on his forearms. He then dropped his arms a little showing his head and eyes, tilted down and glaring and her unwavering. A terrifying sight to behold.

"My turn." He growled

He then stuck forward with his own barrage, he managed several staggering punches. Anytime she tried to brace with her arms to endure the strikes he stopped and did a roundhouse punch to the side of her head, so she had to keep up with his punches to try and block them. However it was impossible to block them all. But then time seemed to slow down as she blocked again but overreached in her block exposing her arm for too long, Misha stuck the same cluster of nerves that he had before. Her arm screamed again in agonizing pain as she gripped the arm applying pressure in an attempt to dull the pain. Then an uppercut below her other arm on the same joint. Both her arms dropped now completely beaten senseless. She crouched down in pain, and then felt the final blow. Her world going black. An large uppercut from Heavy when he bent down and used his whole body and muscles to deliver the final blow straight into her jawline sending one of the back row teeth flying out of her mouth.

She fell down on the floor as Misha backed away from the ring. The crowed screamed, some for the new possible victor, and some for Zarya to get back up. But she was out cold. The announcer counted to ten and the round was over. Heavy raised his fists as the rest of his team excluding Torbjorn got up to slap him on the back of give him high fives.

"Good on yah mate!" Sniper cheered patting him on the back.

"The outcome was never really in doubt." Spy said lighting another cigarette.

The crowd went wild, cheering shouting Misha's name. The announcer appeared and signaled Misha to raise his fist in the air. He did and the crowd cheered again. A blond lady scantily dressed in a golden bikini held out a large check which was the reward money for making the win. She then jumped up and kissed heavy on the cheek and clapped for him as well.

Misha then went over and grabbed a bottle of water, slashing a little on Zarya to get her out of her unconsciousness, after a little while she started to wake up and Misha held out his hand. She started to massage her jaw and look up at the extended hand; she hated losing, but she knew being a sore loser was worse. So she accepted the hand and Heavy pulled her up. Grasping her hand with his they raised theirs showing it was a good competition. She tried her best to smile but her pride was broken, all she could manage was a half grin.

Misha then said, "You fought well. But now will you listen?"

She nodded showing she agreed.

"Good, because Misha hungers, what is good place to eat." The man said.

"There is a pub by here which serves giant grilled steak and beer. Do your comrades want to come with us as well?" She responded pointing at the group.

"Da." He replied licking his lips at the thought of good food.

"Then let's be off." Zarya said picking up her dislodged tooth off of the ground. Inspecting it she decided to keep it, as a memorabilia that she could always get stronger and to never lose again. She would probably make it into a necklace or bracelet when she had the time to kill.

After the ending ceremonies they went to the restaurant called Torro Grill. It was a very old restaurant and one of the best rated in the area. The entire team including Torbjorn sat down in one of the corner circle seating areas. The Waitress asked if she could get them anything to start with.

"Give me all the steak you have." Heavy told her.

"Yes sir." The waitress said writing down the large order.

"Stop, what you hear is allot of steak, you misheard, I want all the streak you have, you keep bringing me steak until I collapse." He said looking seriously.

She nodded her head, "the record here is 100oz steak in 3 minutes, and can I serve you that?"

"Fine. But I still want more steak." Heavy said grumbling.

Zarya understood the man's regular eating habits as she had something similar as a body builder, still a 100oz steak was at least 5 and ½ thousand calories. But then again a giant man calls for a giant meal.

"And what will you have Lady Zarya?" The waitress said clearly recognizing the bodybuilder and fighter.

After a moment of thought and hesitation she responded, "I will compete against him, give me the 100oz as well." Folding her menu.

The lady after some hesitation wrote down the meal. Then looked at Sniper, Spy, and Torbjorn for their requests.

"I will have the outback steak, with some fish and chips, or French fries if you don't have those." Sniper said.

"Just a burger with fries, medium well, and a pint of beer." Torbjorn grumbled, trying hard to fold the menu with his mechanical hand, but then giving up and using his other hand.

"I will pick from your wine selection with a bottle of Veuve Clicquot La Grande Dame Vintage, and lobster with a Caesar salad on the side." Spy said folding up his menu winking at the waitress.

She blushed at the roguish man and went back to deliver the orders to the chefs and get their drinks.

"So what is it you want to talk about?" Zarya asked.

"Plain and simple we want you to join Overwatch." Torbjorn whispered making sure no one else was hearing.

"I thought they disbanded because of the law." She said surprised at the request but did not object to it outright, after all because of them the Omnic crisis was averted and the world saved, as a young woman she looked up to them.

"We came back together and started to rebuild, we want to stop terrorists and crisis and the like, while illegal to reform Overwatch we are working to find out the true reason why that is while still working undercover to stop threats." Torbjorn replied.

"Hmmm, interesting I will have to think about it. More importantly on my mind right now I would like to know about you three, I already know the famous engineer Torbjorn, but not so much about the three men including the man that beat me. Who are you." She asked directing her attention at the three men across from her.

"I am Heavy weapons guy, heavy for short, I am muscle of team, I was born in Siberia like you and killed bears with hands for living and survived with family against communist government." Heavy said getting right to the point.

"Wait…. Communist Russia hasn't existed in 100 years or so." She said scratching her pink spikey hair.

"Allow me to step in mademoiselle." Spy said adjusting his tie. "We are from a different time line, we were frozen in cryogenic sleep, we have woken up for a distinct purpose which is classified. But ultimately our goals and Overwatch's align which makes are partnership stable for now at least. There are nine of us in total including the three of us. I am the Spy don't ask for me real name because I will never tell you, I do recon and infiltration in one word or another."

"And I'm Mr. Mundy, from New Zealand. I'ma sniper, it's a damn good job, challenging, and outa doors. I help out so these fellas don't fall in some bloody trap and I also help them take out an enemy from a distance." Sniper said taking off his hat and putting it to his heart showing his respects.

Zarya looked at the three men, trying to rap her head around it. So far she got that these were men out from the past. But she didn't know what these peoples histories were or how they tied together, she probably guessed that they wouldn't be so open about it. However she did know that they were apart of Overwatch, or at least mutually connected to them.

With that their meals came. Heavy and Zarya were handed two giant meat, they were medium rare and charred on the outside, with barbeque sauce dripping down the steak with steam coming off of it. They were given two glasses of water each to help swallow the food. The rest were given their food respectively. The waitress pulled out a timer.

"Ready… set…. Go!" She shouted.

Both disregarded their utensils and just used their hands to tear into the meat, Heavy got a good start but Zarya quickly caught up. They were one fourth threw the steak at around 40 second's time. At this point they were neck and neck, Zarya took a gulp of water to finish her mouthful and then started again. Heavy continued to eat but was losing ground. At the same time the rest of the group had mixed reactions, sniper was cheering Heavy on while Spy had his napkin covering his mouth trying to hide the amount of disgust for the table manners of the two giants. Torbjorn just chewed on his hamburger and watched. A crowd formed and began cheering them on and recording them with their cell phones and cameras. At 1 minute 20 seconds they were halfway and continued. Heavy picked up the pace as he ate furiously, drops of sauce going all over his hands and mouth.

When they finished Zarya won with Misha close behind. They Zarya finished at 2 minutes 50 seconds with Misha a second short. The waitress pulled out her camera to put the picture on the wall of fame. Zarya grabbed Heavy putting him in a noogie and smiled full teeth showing, she won after all. Heavy smiled underneath her arm bending down giving a thumbs up.

Zarya asked for three pictures, one for her, one for Misha, and the restaurant records board. Misha then looked at her, "You did well!" He said giving her a fist bump.

"I guess it's true that Russians only become friends when they fight." She said laughing.

After they finished up their meals they were handed the check. Sniper took it and looked at it and chuckled to himself. Then he started laughing hysterically.

"What's the matter?" Spy asked curious.

With that Sniper handed Spy the check, examining it he paled at the insane price from all the stuff they ordered.

"I seem to recall you saying the drinks was on you mate! HAHAHAHA!" Sniper said rolling on the ground.

"Oh, Sacrebleu!" He said pinching the bridge of his nose.

The rest of the group laughed at him hysterically as Spy payed they check.

Thus completes 1 out of 2 of this story. I should have the next chapter up in two days, afterwards we go back to Tracer x Scout sitting in a tree. Wink Wink.