Hey there, folks!

Had some „inspirational" problems, so it took me a while to put this together. Hope you enjoy it, leave a comment or two, that'd be great!

Of course i don't own Overwatch.

Angela wandered around the base. It was now 3 days ago, that Jack Morrison, the former head of Overwatch, a man she believed to be dead, suddenly appeared again at Gibraltar. But she wasn't thinking about Morrison. She was thinking about Matthew. And what Matthew was accused of. It was hard for her to believe it and even harder, to tell his sister. Of course she didn't believe it either. In fact, Lena was furious about it. Angela never expected her to get so angry.

But it surely would explain a lot: His dark behavior, his distrust against Overwatch, his broken will to live. This new Matthew was not the person she used to know. She still remembered the most wonderful day in life, and he did play a major role in that day.

It was a lovely evening. The sun was settling, the waves of the sea were crushing on the shore. And in that romantic scenery, Angela waited at a restaurant. Matthew was late, what didn't bother her anymore. He was always late. But since when are men perfect anyway?

So she sat there, in a bright while dress. She had ordered some wine, a very good red wine from france. Sweet, but with some sour taste to it. Finally, he arrived and gave her a kiss on her cheek. He wore his common cothing, a elegent black coat and grey trousers. His hairstyle was the same as his sister's, he said he inspired her to style her hair this way, she said the opposite.

„Hello, darling." he said.

„Where have you been this time?"

„Reyes always keeps me busy. Sometimes, I think he takes his job too seriously. But, as you know, you can never trust a man without a sense of humour."

She giggled.
„And why should i trust you then? You too don't have any kind of humour i could understand. What's so funny about Monty Python?"

„Monty Python is a national treasure! How could you say something like that?" he said overdramatizing.

„Because i like to tease you, Matthew."

„Of course you do." He gave her a dreamy look. „You look beautiful today, Angela. As always."

„You too, Matthew."

„So, where's the waiter? I'm pretty hungry."

„I don't know, but before we eat, i have a present for you."
Matthew looked surprised.

„A present? For me?"

„Don't you know what today's date is?"

„Not really."

Angela put the Present on the table, It was a medium sized black box with a white tie.

„Today's the date of our first meeting. You remember, in Beijing?"

„Of course i do. And i thank you for the present. Shall i open it?"

„Yes."

Matthew opened the present. He held the object that was inside up.

„A hat?"

„Yes, a hat. So you could always carry something with you that would remind you of me. It is black, which is your colour, and the white feather stands for me. Are you happy?"

„Yes. I've never been so happy in my life." And with that sentence, he leaned forward and kissed her.

Angela decided to look for his room. And after a while, she it found it, a grey metal door with the fading letters „Matthew Oxton, Blackwatch". She never was in his room when he was an active agent, but judging from his short presence at Watchpoint: Gibraltar, she guessed that nothing really had changed. The room was very messy and the intense stench of tobacco was always present. He sat on his bed, the eyes directed at the window and smoking. He didn't seem to have noticed her.

„You should tidy up this mess, Matthew." she said.

„Leave me alone." he replied.

Angela walked slowly towards him. She noticed a couple of photos on his desk at the left side of the wall. There were photos of her, of Lena and some older people, who Angela presumed were their parents. He scratched off every single picture of himself.

„What Morrison spoke off..." Angela started, but Matthew interrupted her.

„Is true. Believe or not, but i did it. I blew up headquarters. Killed several hundered people."

„But why? Why would you do something like this?"

„I thought, i made my opinion clear in the conference. Overwatch had become a twisted, corrupt parody of itself. Survived its purpose. As i do."

„You are 31! You can still make a difference, Matthew, if you would only let us help you!"

He turned around. His bloodshot eyes were a horrifying sight. It was obvious that he didn't sleep since Morrison showed up. He was also holding a near-empty bottle with cheap gin. His breath smelled of alcohol. It was obvious that was pretty drunk.

„And why you would you want to help a drunk, smoking murderer, huh? I'm beyond hope, Angela." „Because Lena and I, we both love you! Did you forget that?"

„It is pointless to love one, who has no use for it." He picked up his hat. „You remember our date in Geneve? Because i recently did. That were the good times. Before Reyes turned me into this abomination." He handed the hat over to her. „Take it. It's better you remember the man I used to be, not the man i became."

„You are drunk, Matthew."

„Yes, i am drunk." he giggled and leaned forward and vomited.

„You need some sleep."

„I can't sleep. Every time i try to, i see the crushed corpses between the ruins. A school class visited headquarters that day. I killed them. I killed them all." He broke into tears. „Why do you all still love me? I betrayed everything you love and more. I am not worthy."

„You are worthy, Matthew. As you have ever been." She made him lay on his bed and layed on his side. „I will be watching over you. I promise. Now sleep. You need it."

He slowly calmed down and fell asleep. And Angela was crying.