It was deep into the hours of the night when the shuttle landed in Gibraltar, John had shot a message to Winston letting him know he was coming back with two others. He glanced down at his personal communicator, the screen shone to alert the user of a new message. That's great news! Getting a veteran like Captain Amari back will be invaluable to us. I'll send Lena to meet you guys at the landing pad. – Winston. John chuckled to himself, excited to see the interaction between the bitter 76 and the friendly Brit. He glanced up as he heard footsteps in the cabin.
"Let's see how this little revival of yours is doing, kid." 76's rough voice broke the silence as he slammed his fist into a button at the rear of the cabin, the door lowering in response. The warm air from Gibraltar flowed into the cabin, Ana seemed to sigh at she adjusted to the heat.
"Never thought I'd see this place again." She spoke, 76 merely grunted in agreement. The three stepped down the ramp to the landing pad, a blue light quickly jumped towards them from down the patch, stopping when it reached them. Lena stood there, wearing her usual gear with her goggles hanging around her neck.
"Welcome back John- "She began as she looked over the group, her voice stopping as she examined the woman with them. "Cap, is that you?" Ana nodded in response, pulling Lena into a hug. "We all thought you were dead, what happened? Why didn't you come back to us sooner?" Lena questioned, still embraced by the older woman.
"I needed some time to think things over, judging by what I've heard, it seemed as though Overwatch didn't last much longer after I was declared KIA. It's good to see you, Lena." John noticed a slight glint rolling down Lena's cheek as the two women separated, Ana clearly meant a lot to her. "I'm sure you know who this is." Ana motioned towards 76, his cold visor scanning the base.
"Tracer at your service!" Lena chimed as she extended her hand to the soldier. 76 glanced down at the young woman, he clearly remembered her from when he was Morrison, though he would never tell her.
"Yeah," his guttural voice spoke, "Where can I find the bunks?" Lena retracted her hand, unfazed at 76's lack of courtesy.
"I'm sure Cap would love to show you where they are!" Her positivity was a welcome change from the bitterness of 76. Ana chuckled as she walked past the group.
"Of course I would, come along, soldier." Ana chuckled as she walked off down the path, taking great pleasure in mocking 76's new position in Overwatch. "That's an order." 76 grunted as he followed her, unamused by her joke. John and Lena stood together on the landing pad, the older pair had already faded away into corridors of the base.
"You managed to get 76 and Cap?" Lena's cheerful voice spoke, "You might be the best recruiter we've ever had!" John laughed at the praise.
"I think I'm the only one you've had." John joked as they walked towards the base. The pair yawned simultaneously as they neared the door, both exhausted after a long day of flying around the world. "So you do get tired, I thought all that energy you had would never run out." Lena laughed as they neared the hallway of their residences, only a few doors separated their rooms from one another. "Goodnight, Lena." John waved as he continued down the hall, opening the door to his room.
"Goodnight!" Lena quietly shouted back, no wanting to wake anyone sleeping nearby. John flopped down on his bed, so tired that he didn't bother removing his clothes. He shut his eyes and within moments began to dream.
John groggily awoke, the tinted glass preventing the sunlight from disrupting his sleep like last time. He pulled himself into the bathroom where he splashed water on his face. His hair had become much more unkempt after his sleep, almost mimicking Lena's spiky hair. He chuckled as he made his way towards the mess hall, expecting Lena's serviceable cooking to be awaiting him. As he glanced around the mess hall he noticed that Lena was sitting at a table next to Winston, food already prepared. 76 was nowhere to be seen, likely to avoid having to eat with his mask removed. Genji and Zenyatta were absent as well, their mechanical bodies not requiring food to be fueled.
"Hey, luv!" Lena's voice called out to John, her arms waving to catch his attention. John made his way over and sat down across from her, his grogginess still apparent. "You're not going to believe this, but Cap actually made us food!" Lena laughed, happy that she no longer had to attempt to feed the group. John noticed Ana making her way back to the table with a plate and utensils, placing them before him.
"It helps if you eat with these." Ana laughed as she examined John, his tired face looking up at her. "You need to fill up, I hear you have another mission today." She began to leave the mess hall, likely going to meet with her bitter comrade.
"Thanks." John muttered as he began to fill his plate. "What are we doing today, Winston." John asked as he began to eat the food in front of him. Winston inhaled, about to begin his briefing before Lena interrupted.
"We get to go wrangle ourselves a cowboy!" Her voice had changed into a poorly imitated western accent. "None other than that dastardly outlaw, Jesse McCree!" The trio laughed at her display, John glanced over to Winston for confirmation.
"Yes, that's correct." Winston spoke, still chuckling. "McCree has responded to the recall request, he says he's in Texas, just off Route 66. He said that there's some Talon forces in the area, so he'd appreciate our help in clearing them out before he came back to Gibraltar. You're to depart immediately." John nodded as he stood up, leaving his mess on the table.
"You've got the dishes, right Winston?" John laughed as he made his way to the shuttle bay, Lena close behind. He heard a deep sigh from Winston as they passed into through the doorway.
"You're not gonna freshen up before we head out, luv?" Lena questioned as they made their way onto the shuttle.
"I don't want to make McCree jealous of my good looks." John shrugged as he sat down on the couch. Lena made her way into the cockpit, fiddling with the console before lifting the shuttle into the sky. John's gaze moved to the window, the soft colors of the rising sun lay before him, we should be able to make it to McCree before nightfall, although I'm not holding my breath. The shuttle propelled itself over the ocean as they made their way to the United States.