*EDITED! ADDED TWO HUGE SEGMENTS OF TEXT, EXTRA DIALOGUE BETWEEN TRACER AND SCOUT, ADDED AN EXTRA FLUFF SCENE, ALSO EDITED THE FLUFF SCENES THAT WERE HERE PRIOR TO MAJOR EDIT! Also implemented Sombra's existence inside of this chapter, because prior to editing the whole story, Sombra didn't exist, so I had to add something that made characters recognize the addition of a new character.*
Damn, I'm sorry for the wait guys, but I'm back, and wit a update as well. I admit, I got lazy with the story, and my other story as well. There's just a lot of shit going on right now for a young boy to take in. It's sort of like, "Damn, I'm really growing up... This is what life gon' turn into in a couple of years?" ... I'm jus lookin' at it like that and damn, I ain't really ready for it.
But ay, that's just how I'm feeling rn.
But enough of me, enjoy the story :)
Chapter 13: A Mercenary and Pick Up
"And finally... I capped the Intel like a total badass would, every one there was like," He mimicked the voice of Soldier, "Ah! That is the finest American I have ever witnessed! I consider myself honoured to even be standing in front of him!" He imitated, finally finishing his story of how he capped BLU's Intel.
The last part was exaggerated a bit.
What really happened was a quick 'Good job!' from Soldier, and his harder than usual pat on the back that always caused Scout to stumble, causing Engineer and others to laugh most of the time...
Yeah, exaggeration.
"And that's the story on how I ran off wit' their crap and got praised for it. What do you think? Cool, epic, awesome or like... I don't know - FRICKIN' AWESOME?!" Scout said, looking down at Tracer who was sleeping soundly in his arms.
"Oh. Right, you're sleeping..." He chuckled, letting out a gentle exhale at how beautiful she looked whenever she was asleep. "Tracer..."
He felt speechless, struggling to find the words he wanted to say. "... Christ, you're too damn gorgeous. So damn gorgeous that... like," He looked for something cleverly romantic and witty to say, but nothing came to his imbecile-like mind. He didn't know how to continue his sentence and with a calm groan, he ended the sentence prematurely, "... You're so fucking beautiful, Tracer." Scout whispered, giving her a quick kiss on her forehead, taking in her rosy scent with delight. "I frickin' love this girl." He whispered with a smile.
A small smile formed on Tracer's face, lazily opening an eye to look at the boy who loved to compliment her at all times...
"Scout..." She yawned with a light giggle, squirming around in his arms like she was a baby...
But she wasn't.
Tracer was a fully grown woman that decided to use an energetic man's arms as transport.
A very unorthodox choice for transport... but it got the job done, so it was okay with her.
It wasn't like she minded using Scout as transport, because she found it much more preferable and comforting than the various Overwatch airships that she has sat in a countless amount of times.
Scout's arms were more than viable for transport in her honest opinion.
Scout noticed that she was awake, "Eyyy, you're finally awake!" He said.
Tracer continued to smile, "You talk so loud, love." She yawned once again, "Why?" She asked, her eyes still closed.
Scout furrowed a brow, "Aw, what? I was whisperin' though." He replied, purposely lowering his voice.
"Yeaaahhh - No. You were pretty loud..." Tracer objected and suddenly realized that Scout was whispering, "or... or maybe it's just me... Ugh, I don't care anymore." Tracer stopped talking, expecting Scout to speak up again.
But he didn't, which she found surprising. She opened her eyes and let out another soft giggle at how truly loving Scout's face looked whenever he was looking at her's.
She sighed, "Scout? Why are you always so jolly all the time?" She asked.
Scout didn't know what that word meant, "Jolly? What's that? Some sorta candy?" He guessed.
Tracer mentally face palmed herself, "Oh whoopsie, I forgot, you don't know what that is. Let me rephrase." She cleared her throat, "Why are you always so happy all the time?" Tracer asked.
A very rhetorical question for Scout.
"Easiest question eva', it's cause of you." Scout casually replied, sending another heartwarming smile at her.
Tracer didn't believe him.
Did she really have the ability to embed permanent happiness inside of Scout?
If so (Which was most likely a yes), then there would be no doubt, that Scout was in possession of the most genuine, caring heart that a human being could have...
Of course, that was only Tracer's opinion; many other people had their own opinion of the snarky Mercenary...
"Oh my god, Scout." Tracer said, looking away as she started to feel speechless. Blushing profusely from both his smile, and his compliment.
Scout's smile still remained warming, "Wow, I friggin' love it whenever you blush... your face always looks fitty' times better whenever it happens wit' you, y'know that?" He complimented.
Tracer's blush got deeper, her heart beating heavily at his ever flowing compliments.
"... but do ya know what that means?" Scout asked.
"What?" Tracer replied quietly, maintaining a lazy, love-filled stare with his chill coloured eyes.
"... just means that I gotta make ya blush more, of course." Scout said slyly. "And since I kinda have an idea on how to turn ya face to that sexy ass shade of pink 'n luscious red... you're always gonna be lookin' fifty times better."
Tracer's urge to unexpectedly crash her lips against Scout's was raising with each compliment that went out his mouth.
Scout continued, "And it really don't matter who's eyes is on you. Don't matter if they think ya ugly, or trashy. None of it matters cause their just... Just wrong. Their wrong cause there really isn't a word to describe you, other than beautiful, gorgeous... or just a huge amount of perfect." Scout said, managing to surprise himself because of how genuine he was currently sounding.
Tracer was fighting the urge to crash herself against him...
Safe to say, that she was losing.
Scout continued to walk, finding more compliments to pour out on her as she remained speechless, feeling like royalty in his arms.
"Ah Crap, umm, I feel like an idiot for repeating this over and over again, but ya gotta understand that like, I really can't help it. Tracer, you're so frickin' beautiful! Seriously,"
"That's it, I'm gonna kiss him silly." Tracer thought, her temptation getting the better of her.
Scout continued to talk, "Like, sometimes I can't even believe how beautiful you really are... oh wait, nevamind, I do that all the time, cause like-"
Scout's words were cut off by soft lips.
He felt her hands gently grip the side of his neck, wanting a more comforting angle to wrestle with his tongue.
He was surprised at first, but quickly melted into the kiss as soon as he realized what was happening. He returned the kiss back with as much enthusiasm as she had.
Scout realized that this position was no good for a passionate kiss.
So, he pulled out of the kiss, quickly inhaling for air, making Tracer whine for a moment, "Bloody hell, love! I wasn't done yet!" She complained, not getting her wanted satisfaction from him.
Scout didn't reply, instead letting his actions do the talking, which made her whine even more when she was getting no response.
"Oi! Did you not hear me? I said-"
Tracer was cut off once again.
He backed her up against a wall, causing her to gasp from the chilly surface she was backed up on. She instinctively wrapped her thighs around his hips while his hands gripped onto it... some of his fingers dangerously close to the inside of her thighs. She was hopeless to resist the urge to moan out, sensitive to his touch.
Tracer's hands went to his shoulders as she moaned out, tightening her grip on his skin the longer his fingers stayed on the inside of her thighs.
Scout smirked as she moaned out. The chill that Tracer was feeling from the wall was quickly disappearing as it was replaced by the blossoming warmth from Scout's body.
His fingers, his lips, his chest against her's - All of it made her warm.
All of him made her warm...
Scout slowly pulled out of the kiss, gently biting down on Tracer's lower lip, tugging away casually with a lustful expression on his face. "You have no idea how badly I wanna fuck you right now." He said with a lowly growl, sending pleasuring tingles all over Tracer's body.
The lip bite must've been a new technique that Scout learned, not even realizing how tempting he was to her after the casual lip bite.
His growls made her tremble with want, making her wish that she and him were in her bedroom right now, fucking on each other until one of them were completely done...
Tracer leaned her head forward, attempting to catch a quick kiss from him, but she failed.
She whined out, catching a view of his teasing grin as she wouldn't be denied, "Scout, let me taste you right now-"
She was suddenly cut off by her own moans.
Scout spread her legs slightly and slowly rubbed two of his fingers over her area, cutting her sentence off.
"Oh fuck-!" Tracer moaned out, trembling because of the pleasure she was feeling down near her clit.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he continued to rub, feeling like she would most certainly be lost in bliss if he continued.
Her thighs wrapped harder around his hip, constraining him, bringing his crotch closer to her's. "Oh my god, Scout! YES!" She moaned out, digging her fingernails deeper into his shoulder.
Scout gasped in slight pain, finally feeling her fingernails go through the shirt he was wearing, "Augh fuck... someone's feisty!" He whispered with a grin.
Tracer looked at him with a dumbfounded expression and dived in for another kiss, failing once again.
Scout stopped rubbing and grinned, "You gotta ask first, ya can't just go in for a kiss like that..."
"Stop it... if I wanna kiss you, your bloody sure I'll kiss you!" Tracer replied.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes, "Manners, sweet cheeks, use it." He said teasingly, enjoying how fun it was to tease Tracer whenever she was horny.
The pleasure suddenly stopped for Tracer, no longer feeling the slight pulse down her clit, "Fuck, you're one cheeky sap." Tracer said with disappointment, biting down on her lower lip, realizing that she was getting teased hard.
"I ain't as cheeky as you though..." Scout replied, moving his right hand closer to her ass, grabbing one of her firmly shaped cheeks with an impressed expression.
"Fuck... I wanna do it to ya like, right now... sorta wish that I could..." Scout admitted.
Tracer knew how badly he wanted to do it as well, feeling a hard bulge touching against her thighs, and knowing who's hard bulge that was, she was excited as well.
But they couldn't do it here. There was no way in hell, that they could just start fucking each other in public...
"Your pecker is stiff, love. But you know we can't do it here." Tracer said disappointingly, a huge part of her wanting to fuck him right now, regardless of where they currently were.
Scout sighed and finally looked away from Tracer's mesmerizing face, looking around and realizing that deciding to fuck her right now wouldn't be such a good idea.
They were near the outskirts of the city, the pick up point that Winston sent to Tracer was supposedly 5-10 minutes away from the northern outskirts of the city that they were currently in.
It was a cloudy afternoon.
They were near a fast food diner and a auto shop, and their intense make out session with each other seemed to attract some onlookers...
One of them deciding to notify them on where they currently were.
The onlooker approached them with a casual, greeting stance, "Hey guys, uh... you do know that people can see what you are doing... right?" The person said, concern on his face.
Scout had a nervous smile on his face, a shy blush coursing throughout his cheeks.
"Heh... Crap," Scout let Tracer down from his arms, making sure she landed softly on her feet.
"Uh yeah, umm, sorry about that, heh. It's just that... We kinda wanna fuck right now, so like-"
The person cut in, "Oh woah, woah, woah! Relax! No need to get informative." He said with an awkward chuckle, "Just... just make sure you do it somewhere more... private, I guess. Having people watch something that's similar to a porno isn't exactly a good sight for them, especially the kids." The person said.
Scout looked at the window of the fast food diner, his eyesight catching view of two boys that were staring him down with intrigued faces.
He could just imagine what they were probably thinking about him...
What an influence Scout was.
"Yeah... uh, my bad." Scout apologized, rubbing the back of his neck and chuckling nervously as he eyed the kids.
"Don't worry, just do it somewhere else next time, not in the public. Have a good day." The person replied, walking towards the fast food diner.
Scout looked back at Tracer, who still had a smile full of lust attached to her face.
"Damn, I guess I got a little too excited. My bad Sweet cheeks, I'll make it up to ya later when we get some alone-"
Tracer shushed him by putting a finger to his lips, "Scout..." She said casually, pointing at something.
Scout turned around to see what she was pointing at...
He raised a brow, fairly shocked at what he thought that she was trying to suggest...
Tracer was pointing at an empty building that looked like it wasn't going to be used anytime soon.
Her suggestive smirk and the seductive bite of her lower lips was clearly telling Scout - "Let's fuck in there, RIGHT NOW."
He turned around to look at her once again, removing her finger off of his lips. "Are ya serious?" He asked, wondering if she was just joking or if she was really that horny for him.
Tracer would've been dead serious about having sex in the empty building until she suddenly remembered that they had to get to the pick up point, "Ugh, nevermind, sod it! No, not right now, we gotta get to the pick up point first." She said, a hint of annoyance in her tone.
She adjusted her clothes and fixed her hair, "Now hopefully, you have been going the right way... just let me check the co-ordinates on my goggles annnddd... Yup! We have been going the right way, but I'll take lead for now, come on." She gestured at Scout to follow her.
*8 Minutes later*
The 8 minute walk was filled with Scout's unusual stories of his battles with the BLU team.
She was still quite surprised when he mentioned that he 'double-jumped' over various terrain. She was shocked because she thought that only Genji could perform the fabled 'double jump'.
"You do know that I'm not believing you on that whole 'Double jump' rubbish, there's literally no way." Tracer said.
Scout sighed, "Wutteva, no one does, but when they see it, that's when they believe it." He replied.
"Uh-huh... and pigs can fly too... right..." Tracer rolled her eyes sarcastically and continued to walk.
They saw the exit sign out of the city, following a long road that lead to a highway.
They followed the road for some time until they saw a path in the forests to the left side of the road.
They walked the forest path for 2 minutes until Tracer decided to stop.
"Okay, stop right here... I think we're at the spot." Tracer said, viewing the pick up co-ordinates once again. She examined the numbers and compared them to the ones they were currently at, "Hmm... we're only five numbers off, whatever, they'll see us."
They stopped near ground that looked like it has been used as a campsite, empty water bottles and scraps of paper could be seen around the area. Scout could see a blue coloured trailer that was viewable in some forest clearing, which was a decent walk away from their location.
Seeing the trailer reminded him of one of his teammates.
It reminded him of Sniper.
Scout chuckled a bit, finding it hysterical to be living inside of a trailer.
Like seriously! How does a person manage to live their lives out in a vehicle? It boggled Scout to say the least.
"Okay, Scout. I'm gonna call for pick up now, it should be here in less than ten minutes... that is, if my buddy picks up of course." Tracer turned on her comms and contacted Winston.
Scout on the other hand, sat on a nearby log, crumpling scraps of paper into little balls and throwing them into the trees; his throwing accuracy proving to be dead-on as he landed the balls of paper against small twigs that were up in the trees...
The voice of a familiar scientist picked up Tracer's signal, "Lena, good to hear from you. How are you and the recruit holding up?" Winston asked.
"Me and the recruit are doing jolly good right now, we're currently at the pick up zone, may I ask for the pick up, or are you guys busy?" Tracer replied.
"Not at all busy, I'm sending a ship to your location right now," The sounds of buttons bleeping and booping were heard in the background.
"... And, he's off. Pick up ship coming to your co-ordinates, estimated time... ten to twenty minutes. Sit tight, Lena." Winston said.
"You got it, Winston." Tracer replied.
She shut off her comms and walked over to where Scout was sitting. She sat down beside him and rested her head on his shoulder.
Scout smiled and wrapped his left arm around her, immediately warming her up as he brought her closer to his body.
"Scout..." Tracer said out of the blue.
"What's on ya mind, sweet cheeks?" Scout replied.
She smiled at the use of her nickname, "Do... do you remember that woman that approached us just a while ago? The girl at the stoplight?" She asked.
"Yeah. That was the girl that showed me the time... and damn, her phone looked pretty friggin' cool." He replied, reminiscent about the unique design of her smartphone.
"Scout, can you please just forget about the smartphones for a while? You can't let it take you over... anyways, that girl back at the stoplight... she... she looked oddly familiar to someone..." She said.
Scout looked at her for an explanation, "... Okay...? Annnddd? Is that bad, or-"
"It's bad... very bad."
Tracer sighed and snuggled closer to him, "It's... it's bad because, that girl looks familiar to a certain hacker I have heard of and seen before..."
Scout didn't understand what the big deal was with the woman looking similar to a 'Hacker'...
He didn't even know what a hacker was...
"Hey, uhh, mind if I ask what a hacker is?" He requested.
Since Scout was from a era where technology wasn't as manipulated as much as it was in the 2080's, it made sense for him to ask such a question.
"Hackers..." Tracer looked up at the clear blue sky, thinking on how to best explain what the notorious term meant in today's society.
She started it off, "Well... hackers, are... their basically twats that abuse technology for their own purposes. And since technology is fairly available to every man and Omnic, hackers use that to their advantage to mess and manipulate with their lives; accessing private information about their lives, then blackmailing them with it for their own horrible purposes. Whether it be money, mischief or for political reasons or reasons that are worse than that..." She said with a frown.
She continued, "Hackers have no boundaries... and of course, those aren't even the worst type of hackers! Some hackers go on large scale cyber attacks that puts the majority of the citizens here in danger, and..."
Tracer halted her explanation to see if Scout even understood what she was saying. She peeked at his face, and she could already tell, that she has lost him.
Scout's brows were furrowed as he was really trying hard to understand the words that were coming out of her mouth. His mouth was slightly open, a confused drawl accompanying his expression.
Tracer gave him a light scoff, amused at his confused state, "Do you even understand what I'm saying, love?"
"Uhh... quite honestly, nah... I don't..." Scout replied.
"Hmph..." She scoffed in response.
Weird, Tracer thought that she was explaining it quite well... either her explanation was too advanced for Scout's mind to handle...
Or maybe Scout was just stupid.
She didn't want to say it was the latter, so she assumed her explanation was too much for him to register.
"Hey, uh... you didn't even tell me why this 'hacker' is such a threat to ya. What's she got on you?" Scout asked.
"Well for one, she's a Talon operative... remember those blokes we encountered a while back?"
"Yeah. Are you saying that she's one of those weird chucklenuts that tried to get ya?" He asked, referring to the terrorist group.
"Precisely, love. Her name is Sombra. A hacker that has a dangerous piece of tech in her hands, and on her body as well. The piece of tech- Well, it's called a 'translocater', and I just know she must've hijacked it from somewhere or someone... teleportation technology isn't just given to someone as notorious like her..."
She curled her lips and groaned, annoyed, "But I'm not even sure if that was the real Sombra I saw back at the stoplight, because I couldn't quite identify her face... for all I know, she might've been a random woman, or she might've just been Sombra... Ugh, I don't know..."
Tracer sighed.
She looked and seemed stumped at the moment as she continued to rest her head on Scout's arm.
Tracer was so concerned about the woman because of how familiar she seemed to Sombra herself. She was a dangerous person that would certainly cause mayhem within London... her hometown.
Tracer wouldn't want London to be the playground of such a violent hacker, that was where she was raised! London had an invaluable connection to her, and it would disappoint her greatly to see it becoming Sombra's plaything...
If Scout just understood the magnitude and how serious the situation was if an evil-minded hacker like Sombra, could get a firm grasp of London just by manipulating technology, he would urge her to do something about it...
Unfortunately, he had no idea on who Sombra was and what she was capable of... so he did the complete opposite...
He noticed that the stress was getting to her head, and he urged her to forget about it.
"Tracer..." He said, gently gripping her chin, tilting her head towards his.
Tracer casually stared back at him, a lazy smile forming on her face, "Mhm?"
"You should probably stop stressin' about that 'hacker' girl..." He said, parting some stray hair from her face.
He continued, "Cause, y'know... stress, is what makes gorgeous women like you, get older. And uh, when ya get older; you start to get grey hair, wrinkles over ya face..." He chuckled and sighed, "And call me crazy, but I don't think none of that would fit you, especially the wrinkles... so can I make a request for you to stop stressin' about whatever your mind's on?" Scout asked.
Tracer let out a childish giggle at his request, simply from the sheer sweetness and how genuine he sounded at the moment.
"Aw, Scout... I guess... I guess I can forget about it for a while. Since you managed to flatter me a ton with that beautiful sentence of yours, you have yourself a deal. I won't stress about it."
She yawned shortly after her sentence, "And I'm quite tired at the moment as well... so I'll sod whatever's on my mind..."
Tracer stared at him for a while...
She wanted to kiss him...
Her lips parted slightly as she leaned in for a kiss... but failed, as she couldn't quite reach his lips.
She smiled embarrassingly at him, embarrassed from her failed attempt, "Ugh, I tried to kiss you, love. But-"
Scout didn't let her finish.
He leaned in for a kiss instead, letting his lips meet hers instead of it being the other way around.
"Mmm..." Tracer groaned lightly as he kissed her, a hand inching up to his cheek, grasping him with a gentle touch.
Scout leaned forward even more, his kisses getting considerably harder...
His kisses were so hard, that it forced Tracer to lay down onto the log that they were sitting on...
They were sitting no more.
Tracer was now fully laid down onto the log, with a dominance Scout maintaining his body over her's. The surface of the wood was wide enough for Tracer to lay her full body onto, and Scout used it to his full advantage; by continuing the embrace as he laid her down against the wood...
And before they knew it, the young lovers were having a full blown make out session on wood... hands travelling each other's faces, tongues embracing against one another, romance blossoming into the air around them...
Unsurprsingly, the hot make out session she was having with him, completely made her forget about the notorious hacker...
And surprisingly, neither of them were tempted to take it further to the level of sex...
They were so enthralled by the taste of each other, that none of them weren't even intent on stopping what they were currently doing with each other...
Scout continued to kiss Tracer until she felt herself running out of breath.
She pulled out of the kiss...
"Fuck," She gasped out, giggling sweetly at the sight of his face, "You're good, Scout..." She panted out, still remaining under his body, hands placed on his cheeks.
Scout gave her a dashing grin, "I think your better. And especially cause you're doing this while ya tired..." He chuckled assuringly, "Sweet cheeks, believe me, I woulda fainted if the roles were switched, just saying."
But Tracer wasn't even listening to his words.
She was paying attention to how good Scout's body control was; he maintained his body over her's for a good minute and a half with no sign of fatigue...
All while kissing her!
The fact that he still maintained his body over her's, was impressive. But what was even more impressive was the slight exposure of his lower chest that she could fully see; a tempting view of his lower abs, which made her want to just rip it all off...
His shirt, of course.
"Scout?" She said breathlessly.
"Sup?" He replied.
She curled her lips nervously, "Can you... take your shirt off?" She asked, nervousness in her tone... like they just met each other...
Scout smiled. He adjusted his body upwards, taking the tight shirt off of his body, putting it to the side, revealing his shirtless body towards Tracer's mesmerized expression.
"You like what ya seeing?" He asked with a grin.
Tracer felt breathless, "Yes." She choked out, "You're so bloody fine, love... blimey..."
Tracer unknowingly reached for his abs, purring out as she landed her hand on his warm chest.
"So fit... bloody handsome..." Tracer muttered, slowly wandering over his chest.
They could do it right now.
They could start fucking each other right on the spot if they wanted to...
But considering how soon the pick up ship was coming, it wouldn't have been an ideal choice to do so.
After all, what would the pilot of the ship think about if he saw the supposed Lesbian - Tracer - getting fucked by a random man he has never seen before? Let alone making out!
Tracer let out a disappointed groan as she finally came to the realization... she wanted to do it with him, but she couldn't!
How inconvenient!
Despite this, Tracer still kept her hand placed on Scout's chest, "Oh fuck... Scout?"
Scout knew something was wrong...
The tone in her voice wasn't as joyous as earlier, "Sup? Something wrong... What happened?" He asked with a furrowed brow.
"We can't do 'this'..." She said suggestively, "The pick up is coming soon, and... it won't be a pretty sight for the pilot if he see's us doing this, specifically me..."
Scout didn't understand.
What was the big deal about the situation?
He wanted to ask her why, but he refrained himself from doing so, completely obliging and respecting towards her wants, "Okay..."
... But he couldn't help but tease her about it.
He chuckled, "Too bad you're gonna be missin' out on these pecks!" Scout said, smiling at her as he flexed out his chest.
Seriously, Tracer was impressed at how fit he actually was, despite his frail appearance...
Tracer bit her lower lip and smiled back at him, "Ugh! Believe me, Scout! I'm as disappointed as you're feeling at the moment, but we just can't do it while pick up is on its way. It's shite, but that's just how it is."
Scout returned to his seated position on the log from earlier, putting the tight replacement shirt back onto his body.
Tracer sat up from her laid down position on the log, assuming her previous position before she got rested on the wood by Scout...
Which, was a comfortable position of her resting on his arm, feeding off the warmth that was readily available on the surface of his skin.
And so, they continued to wait...
Scout played around with her hair and whispered compliments into her ear for the majority of the time they waited.
Infatuating Tracer was a normal skill that he had developed naturally, the amount of blushes that coursed through her cheeks proved so.
"You wanna know what I like about your hair? Like, something that no other chick can pull off, except for you?" Scout questioned as he played with the thick strands of Tracer's quirky hair.
"What do you like about it?" Tracer asked, curious as to what would make him like her hairstyle that many people thought was weird and out of place...
... Hmm.
Now that Tracer thought about it, she has never received any compliments regarding her hairstyle. Ever since she cut it the way that it was currently in... ever since she decided to put a large amount of effort into styling it the way that she wanted it to look like, no one has complimented her about it.
Now obviously, Tracer didn't mind that she wasn't getting praised with compliments... (Okay, maybe only a little bit), it wasn't like she styled her hair for them, it was for herself.
Tracer's curiosity was growing with each passing second that Scout played with her hair, awaiting his answer.
Scout sighed happily, "I like ya hair cause... like, it's different, y'know? See, ya hair matches well with yer' personality in my opinion, cause ya like to be special and like, a one of a kind that's just rare as hell."
Scout created two spikes from her hair and gently grabbed another strand of her hair, forming a little ball; closely resembling the shape of a baseball.
Tracer smiled brightly at Scout as he made objects with her hair, not knowing how to respond to his genuine words.
Scout finished playing with her hair, "See? There's two friggin' spikes in ya hair and a baseball! Did I mention that ya hair made all that?" He said, impressed at what he created by playing with her hair. "Like, how many other girls in the world can make cool things like this, wit' their hair too?"
Scout awaited for an answer.
However, Tracer had no answer for him, "I don't know... But, I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that it's only me that can do what you said earlier."
Scout imitated the sounds of a game show bell, pointing at her like she had just won something, "'DING DING DING!' Exactly! And that's why you're special... well, other than your hair, you're just special in general."
Tracer giggled and purred against Scout's shoulder.
She felt at her hair, feeling two pointy tips and a ball of her own hair that Scout managed to form. She sighed against him, "You're so childish sometimes, Scout." She hugged on tighter to him.
"I love it." She whispered, embracing his enticing warmth.
Tracer remained hugging onto his warm body as they waited for the pick up ship, Scout passed the time by managing to create various crafts with her hair.
The pick up ship finally came after 10 Minutes of waiting.
Tracer was the first to notice the familiar vehicle. She let out a quiet, disappointed groan as she realized how quickly she could've done it with Scout before being seen by the pilot.
Disappointing.
"Damn, we had so much time to do something..." Tracer muttered.
Scout was looking down at the ground. He heard Tracer, immediately bringing his attention to her, "Hm? So much time for-"
He looked up at into the skies... cutting off his own sentence with excitement.
Scout's mouth dropped after seeing it in the air, "WOAH! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" He cried out, pointing at it, having never witnessed something like that ever before in his life.
Needless to say, he was excited.
Tracer stood up from the log, even more disappointed because she had to let go of Scout's warmth for a while.
She pointed at the airship like she was a tour guide, "That, is an Overwatch airship, but more specifically, that is our transport for Watchpoint Gibraltar. So stand up and get ready for the pick up."
Scout stood up and watched in awe as the ship landed.
The airship was a solid white colour, flawless exterior with no hint of damage to be seen on the structure. It included 2 Symbols on each side of the exterior that he could only assume - Was the symbol of the Overwatch organization. Scout also saw a mounted machine gun with a thick barrel attached under the front of the ship, 2 other mini-barrels that were also mounted under the machine gun, allowing for rapid tri-shots at any desired target.
It looked sleek and bulky at the same time.
Sleek enough to avoid the attention of their enemies, and bulky enough to withstand a hard hitting projectile or either carry a squad of 9 or more on the ship - Either way, the airship looked like it could possibly hold on it's own, and if paired up with a pilot that knows what he/she is doing... this would look like the go-to airship for quick transportation or quick offence.
Scout automatically liked the airship, believing it resembled much of the way he liked to fight - Quick, and friggin' deadly.
The back of the airship opened up, intriguing Scout because of the foreign technology that he was being introduced to.
"WOOOW! First the smartphone, and then this?! What don't you guys have in the future? All of this technology crap is blowin' my mind!" Scout said excitedly, admiring the work of the airship in front of him.
"If you think this is cool, there's gonna be more that'll probably drop your mouth. Trust me on that one." Tracer replied.
She gestured at Scout to follow her inside the back of the airship, guiding him to his seat and taking her seat right next to him.
Scout looked at the doors as they closed automatically. He then looked around the interior of the airship.
There were windows that allowed a decent view of outside - Large enough to not be considered small, not a bad view at all. The interior was coloured a cool grey, 5 seats on each side of the interior, excluding the exit of the airship, which meant that there were 15 seats in total.
Scout and Tracer sat on the right side of the interior. Scout wondered if the optional harnesses were mandatory to apply. "Do we gotta put these things on?" He asked.
"Those 'things' are called harnesses and, no, it's not required, but you can put it on if you want to... Oh wait, since it's your first time flying in a beauty like this, I suggest you put it on, just so you don't accidentally fall out of your chair or something wacky like that." Tracer said.
Scout scoffed, "Nah, pretty sure that ain't gonna happen with me." He replied confidently, deciding not to apply the harnesses.
Before Tracer could say otherwise, the pilot spoke up.
"You guys all settled in?" The pilot asked.
Tracer adjusted her seating and replied, "Ready!"
Scout agreed as well, "Yeah, we're ready!" He was excited to see the view from the back of an airship.
"Alright, E.T.A. Ten Minutes to Watchpoint Gibraltar, sit tight and enjoy the ride back there." The pilot said, starting up the quiet, but powerful engines.
Scout looked outside the window, the ground getting further and further away with each second that passed.
"Everything is getting so frickin' small, like, these buildings ain't nothin' anymore!" The view of the city got smaller and he couldn't help but comment on it, "Tracer, look! The city over 'ere is smaller than a ball, how cool is that?!" He said, mostly out of his seat already...
That wasn't good.
Tracer was going to tell him to sit back down because the airship was soon going to accelerate forward, for it was most likely going to cause Scout to fall off his seat...
But the thought of him flying off his seat looked hilarious in Tracer's mind... so now, she wanted to see what was going to happen to the overly excited Scout that was out of his seat.
The pilot gave a warning countdown, "Accelerating in three... two... one..."
Scout looked away from the windows and stared at Tracer, "Wait, what did he say-"
The airship accelerated to a quick pace, making Tracer shift a bit in her seat...
Unfortunately for Scout though, the bizarre change of speed completely knocked him out of his seat.
He groaned as he got knocked off his seat, finding himself laid out on the floor.
He rubbed the back of his head, his other hand rubbing his back, "Aughhh, what the frick man?! That hurt!" He uselessly complained to the pilot, getting back to his seat as quickly as he could.
Tracer laughed hysterically at how Scout went flying out of his seat, finding it more funny that he was blaming the pilot for his mistake. "Haha! Blimey! I'm crying, love!" She laughed out, ruffling Scout's hair now that his cap was knocked off.
"Ugh, the nut head in the front coulda gave me a warning first." Scout said disapprovingly as she ruffled his hair.
Tracer liked ruffling his hair for some reason, but Scout was starting to get annoyed, "Okay I get it, I fell down, wow! Big whoop - You can stop touching my hat now."
Tracer gave him a confused look as she took her hand off his messy hair, "Umm, wot? What hat?"
Scout was now confused, "W-wait what? What do you mean? Ain't my hat on me right now..." He felt for his hat, realizing that it wasn't on his head anymore, "Oh crap! Where the hell did my cap go?" He said, looking around the interior to see where his cap must've landed.
"Ease up, love. You look dashing without it!" Tracer assured him.
"No I don't." Scout casually replied.
"Keep ya eyes out for my hat, it's like a part of my body now, if I lose it, I ain't gonna be able to live normally, get what I'm sayin'?" He said, clearly exaggerating the importance of his hat.
Tracer took notice and rolled her eyes, "Whatever you say 'Mister Cap'." She air quoted, "I still think your hair looks better when it's not being covered by your hat."
Scout shook his head in disapproval, still looking around the interior for his hat.
Tracer looked below her and saw that his hat was underneath his seat, managing to fall in between the tight space.
She stuck her hand through the space and pulled out his hat.
"Oi, messyhead!" Tracer said, catching the attention of Scout.
"Yeah? You found-" Scout's eyes widened as he saw her holding his hat, "Alriiight, thanks for keeping an eye out, sweet cheeks, 'preciate it."
He reached for his hat...
But Tracer pulled it further away from his reach, waving a finger in front of his face as she denied him.
"Uhh... my hat, please?" Scout asked.
"Not quite yet, love. You owe me." Tracer said, waving his hat around tauntingly.
Scout knew better than to dive for his hat.
He could if he wanted to, but he already suffered a fall just a few seconds ago, he wasn't really down for a second one.
He still remained in his seat, not wanting to fly off of his seat for the second time. "Okay then... shoot." Scout replied, curious for exactly what he owed Tracer.
"It's simple really, all you gotta do is kiss me." Tracer said casually, an overly innocent smirk forming on her face that meant there was going to be some sort of unfair advantage for her, or an unfair catch for Scout.
Either way, Scout could already tell this was going to be unfair, but he still had little belief that it was going to be as easy as it sounded.
"Pshhh, kissing you?! Hah! I can do that like, all friggin' day if I wanted to!"
"I'm sure you can..." Tracer continued to smirk... holding her hand close to her chronal-accelerator.
He put a hand on Tracer's shoulder and leaned his head forward, closing his eyes as he readied himself for a kiss with her.
A sudden, futuristic sound was heard... it sounded similar to the sounds of Engineer's teleporters, but this one was more light and deftly sounding - Comparable to a flick of a quick zip up.
Definitely not Engineer's teleporter, something else.
Scout opened his eyes and was genuinely confused at how quickly Tracer managed to slip out from her seat.
"Uhh, I betta' be dreaming, there is no damn way you got out of ya seat that fast, no way!" He looked around and saw Tracer on the wall opposite from him, sitting innocently as she waved at him playfully.
"Hiya, love!" Tracer waved. A slight outline of blue was emanating around her body, blue pixels floating around her. These two visual phenomenons always spelled something out for people that knew about her unique ability...
She just blinked through time.
Scout groaned annoyingly and gave a less than impressed look at the playful Tracer. "Sweet cheeks, are ya really gonna make me chase you around dis small ass room, just to give you a kiss?" He asked.
Tracer playfully blew a raspberry at Scout, "Take a wild guess ya handsome bugger!" She said with a smile, leaving Scout to assume that he had to chase her to get his hat back.
Scout really didn't want to fall down onto the floor again... but then again...
It was his hat.
The hat he's had since Day 1 of Mercenary work. The piece of apparel was considered sacred to him, and so he had to get it back.
"I'm tellin' ya right now sweetie, I'm gettin' it back from ya."
Scout quickly got off his seat and ran swiftly to the other side of the wall, lunging for Tracer's shoulders. "Gotcha!"
Scout lunged at nothing but the seat she was on, feeling the soft material rub against his face. He groaned annoyingly.
Tracer blinked to her left, appearing in another seat with a grin on her face, "Brilliant effort! But not quite enough." She teased him.
"I'll get ya soon enough, you're just delayin' ya self." Scout said, running for the seat she was in once more.
Tracer blinked again.
Tracer blinked and recalled all around the room, slightly confusing Scout when she used her Recall.
"Aw man! You can do that too?!" Scout said, slightly tired from the numerous failed attempts at lunging for Tracer.
"You bet!" Tracer replied. "Are you getting tired? Ya sure look like it-"
"Nuh uh, neva' in my life, sweet cheeks." He chuckled, "Da hell does that word even mean? It ain't even a part of the dictionary." Scout replied confidently, believing that he could still get a grip on the teleporting Tracer.
"That's a load of rubbish," Tracer said, narrowly avoiding Scout's hands. "Just say you're tired, and I'll give you your hat, plus a free kiss, all on me!" She offered, sitting down innocently in a seat, her childish quality radiating off of her.
"My Ma ain't raised no quitta'! Ima catch ya, and ima kiss ya 'kiss ya till you blush, how 'bout dat?" Scout replied to her offer.
Tracer rolled her eyes and sighed dreamily, "You better make that kiss bloody good then."
It was the same situation for about a minute.
Tracer blinking from chair to chair, easily avoiding Scout's attempts at catching her. The usual little sentences of dedication coming from Scout's mouth, his effort shining through him greatly, so great, that even Tracer was surprised that he had the unusual amount of dedication within him.
"Scout! It's just a hat! You can't go jumping at chairs for it! Just give up!" Tracer stressed, wanting to finish this little game she caused and end it off with a warming kiss.
But Scout wasn't developed to ever give up, "I don't eva' give up, babe! Ima force 'a nature, ain't nothin can bring me down!" He said, still looking energetic despite all his activity moving around.
Tracer got ready to blink once again while Scout got ready to get a grip on her for the countless time...
Until the ship suddenly stopped accelerating.
Both Tracer and Scout fell onto the ground as the ship suddenly stopped...
Tracer was nearby Scout when they fell, Scout recovered more quickly than Tracer, allowing him some ample time to prevent her from blinking away.
"Bloody HELL, that was so uncalled for!" Tracer said as she slowly looked around.
She looked to her right to see Scout. She yelped in surprise, but before she could do anything else to prevent him from catching her, she was already too late.
Scout's hand caught a grip of her right hand, his other hand quickly gripping her other hand.
Scout gently pinned her wrists down to the floor, "I think ya have something that belongs to me." He said proudly, managing to finally catch Tracer.
Scout kept a secure, but gentle grip on her wrists as he pinned her down below him. He shot a brow at the hat that was still in her right hand, "My hat? I think ya need to give it up now, sweet cheeks." Scout said with a smile, admiring the playful look on Tracer's face as he pinned her down.
"Wait! But you're forgetting something..." Tracer whispered, her chestnut eyes meeting with his blues, "You know what to do." She said with a relaxed sigh, smiling lazily at him.
How could Scout almost forget?
"Ohhh, right! I gotta kiss ya 'till you blush! Say no more..." He whispered...
Scout leaned in for her lips while Tracer did the same with his. She desperately wanted to grab his face and travel his hair as he kissed her, but her hands were bound, preventing her from doing so.
She talked in between kisses, "S-Scout... Let... mmmmm..." It was hard for her to say what she wanted to because of the bliss filled kisses she was receiving from him.
"Scout! My- my hands..." She muttered, moving her wrist sideways to notify him about her unwanted constraints.
Scout smirked and gently let go of both of her wrists. He seemed to forget about his hat at the moment, Tracer's kiss proving to be too enticing to take his focus off of. Tracer dropped his hat immediately and let a hand travel his face, her other hand caressing his messy hair with pleasure.
Now that her hands were no longer being constrained with his hands, she was allowed more freedom to unleash more control from her side of the kiss.
Tracer leaned forward even more, forcing Scout to pull out for a bit because of the unexpected force. He barely had time to inhale for more breath as she crashed upon his lips once again, clearly starting to take over.
Surprisingly, Tracer turned him over so that she was on top of him, asserting a dominant position over his body.
Scout groaned and smiled at how controlling she was trying to be, "You're... always... so feisty... wheneva' ya horny." He said in between kisses, her tongue interrupting his speech.
The ship's engines turned off.
Tracer pulled out of the heated kiss, catching a much needed breather as she inhaled heavily, "Is that good? Or bad?" She panted out, deciding to stop wrestling with his tongue for a bit.
Scout smiled innocently, "I don't know." He answered with honesty, seeing both the pros and cons of a feisty and horny Tracer. "But I do know what is good."
Tracer narrowed her eyes at him confusingly, a lustful expression all over her face, curious as to what he had to say.
"Look at dat sexy blush on ya face... That's good." Scout complimented with his signature smirk.
Tracer had no idea she was blushing.
She giggled at him and felt her cheeks with one hand, both warm to the touch. "Crikey, we need to find a room as soon as we get there." She said suggestively, her hands traveling down his clothed chest as she looked lustfully at his eyes.
"Now that I think about it, we totally should've shagged each other back in that empty building, I'm feeling extra horny today, love. And it feels bloody AMAZING."
Scout's hands slowly traveled her thighs, "Are you now? It'd be pretty teasin' if I did nothin' about it, now would it?" He lightly palmed at her thighs, moving his hands as slow as he could to her rounded rear, effectively managing to tease her.
"Stop teasing me you wanker!" Tracer said with a pleading expression, moving her hips further down onto his crotch, feeling a slight bulge poking at her ass.
Scout gasped in pleasure, "Aughh! Crap! At least give me a heads up before ya do it." He said, not ready at all for the explicit contact he felt on his tip.
It seemed like that they were ready to fuck each other right now, regardless of where they were. The air was hot, and the atmosphere was perfect for some contact...
Tracer was about to continue with the explicit actions...
Until she suddenly remembered where they were.
Her eyes widened, "Oh, fuck me! We're in the back of the bloody airship! What are we doing?!" She said urgently.
The doors started to open.
Before any of the runners could remove themselves from the intimate position, the exit doors opened, sunlight shining the interior brightly.
3 People in light battle suits could be seen outside the door. Two of the battle suits were coloured a military green, one was coloured black and white with a blue zip down the middle. All of the battle suits had an Overwatch insignia present in the front, and each one of them held an advanced rifle, a weapon that looked foreign and dangerous to Scout's eyes.
One person of the trio stepped towards the exiting doors, "Good afternoon, Tracer and-" His sentence was cut short.
Even if he was wearing a helmet, Scout knew that he was shocked from what he was currently witnessing (Scout and Tracer in a very intimate position), "... oh... uh, recruit, I assume? He's with you, right, Tracer?" The man awkwardly asked, unsure of what to think about the position she and some random boy was in.
Tracer squirmed off of Scout's chest with urgency, "Umm! Uh, this is NOT what it looks like!" She stressed, her cheeks were flaming with embarrassment. "This isn't what it looks like!" Tracer said desperately, trying to think of an excuse for getting caught in a suggestive position with Scout.
Scout backed up away from the position, getting up to his feet as he joined in on the explanation, "Sh- she's right, pilot over 'ere didn't tell us that he was gonna stop and then we just sorta like... uh- fell."
Tracer facepalmed.
He chuckled awkwardly at Tracer, "Yeah... uh, we FELL on each other, it was kinda rude of the guy if ya ask me." He nervously said, trying to sound as convincing as he could.
Scout could hear a woman snickering in the back with another one of the men, clearly not believing his poor excuse.
The man coughed awkwardly, "Uh... sure? Well, Umm... Tracer, if you'd be so kind as to follow us, we'll prep the recruit up for initiation." The man said to her, gesturing at the runners to follow him and his group.
"R-right... uh, come on Scout, we got somewhere to be." Tracer awkwardly said, not used to deep embarrassment in front of her peers. She walked after the trio of Overwatch Soldiers, gesturing at Scout to follow her.
"Gotcha." Scout replied, following after her lead. He rubbed his head awkwardly at what just happened, suddenly realizing that his cap wasn't on. He turned around and picked up his cap, placing it back on his head.
Scout caught up with Tracer and the soldiers, observing the surrounding area as they walked through the base.
Scout saw clear blue skies to his right, the base was perched somewhere on a cliff, the base managing to make effective use of the natural geography that was present.
There were various buildings and vehicles that had Overwatch written all over it, soldiers overlooking the ledges that hung over the base, decently securing the natural base.
Scout felt like he was in a whole other world when he walked through the base, "Tracer... where the hell are we?" He questioned.
"We, are in Watchpoint Gibraltar, the new Headquarters for Overwatch after the fall of the old one. While not as effective, it's very 'under the radar', so to speak. Cause it's in the middle of nowhere, so... ya know, very lowkey." Tracer replied, causing Scout to nod in awe as he continued to look around.
"Hey, Tracer." The woman in the battle suit said.
"Hi, what's up?" Tracer replied.
"Is this your boyfriend?" The woman asked, looking at Scout.
It was hard to tell if she was disgusted or impressed because of the helmet that was covering her face. The question caused the other soldier to look at her for an answer.
"Hmm, I'm curious as well, is he the one you been looking for?" Another soldier asked.
Tracer started to blush, "Uh... w-well you can say that, I guess..."
"Woah! How long was this for? Was it just recently or what?" The woman asked, wanting more details.
The leading soldier of the trio cut in before Tracer could answer, "Okay people, let's stop being nosy in other's businesses."
"Affirmative, Sir." The woman saluted, "Sorry, Trace." She apologized to Tracer.
"It's no biggie, everyone's got their curiosity." Tracer replied, accepting her apology.
Tracer turned around to look at Scout, wondering if he was even listening to the conversation that just happened.
Scout was still looking around the base... anything that wasn't from the 1960's and 70's seemed to amaze him, catching his attention fully.
Tracer sighed at how easily it was to captivate Scout, wondering if it was a pro or a con for him, but most importantly, wondering if it was a pro or con for her.
They entered what looked like the main building out of all the smaller ones, Scout continuing to gawk at how futuristic the building looked to him.
Once they entered the building, he looked above and immediately saw a BIG airship that was covered in an orange material. It looked similar to the airship that he and Tracer were just in, but this was 20x bigger than that, and 30x more dangerous looking (Big numbers).
"We're bringing you to the training grounds, where the supervisors will evaluate your talents and skills. After that, they decide which positions you might wanna take up for Overwatch, and judging from how the recruit looks... I think the position of rapid recovery and quick response might suit the boy." The soldier suggested to Tracer.
"I think it might suit him as well." Tracer replied.
Scout smiled at the man's accurate guess.
"Or, maybe not, maybe you want a different position, but that's only my opinion." The soldier added on.
They continued to walk towards the training grounds. It was a huge circular area with two doors leading inside and outside the arena, a decently sized group of people training within the arena, each of the individuals showcasing their skills.
"And now you just wait for your turn, and since Tracer over here is acting as your reference, they'll be keeping extra attention on you for sure, so good on ya for having her as a friend." The soldier said, patting him on the back.
Tracer gave Scout a smirk, "That's right, friend." She said sarcastically, nudging her elbow into his ribs lightly.
They were obviously more than friends.
Scout smiled back, "Yeah, she's a pretty cool friend to have. Wait, nah, scratch that. She's friggin' amazing to have as a friend." He replied.
The soldier smiled in response and sat back with his trio, keeping an eye on the recruits that were getting trained.
Scout looked at the recruits that were undertaking the training course, also observing the activities that they were performing in, all of them looking easy to do for the overly confident Scout.
But he was Scout, anything looked easy for him... 'LOOKED'.
It looked easy for him because it reminded him of the first day he stepped on RED premises. This was back when Miss Pauling saw the potential in him, the potential to be RED's go-to 'Scout' for their upcoming battles against BLU.
Scout remembered that day... Training Day.
That day was forever embedded into Scout's memory, for that was the day that changed his life.
Scout cracked a smile at the reminiscence of his Training Day memories, believing he could very well pass training for Overwatch as well. "Seems easy." He said to Tracer.
"Yeah, it does. But just make sure you show it out there, alright?" Tracer replied, taking hint of his cocky attitude.
Scout scoffed, "Piece 'a cake." He said casually, continuing to observe the other recruits in the training grounds, a cocky look plastered over his face.
Scout had a reason to be cocky about Overwatch's Initiation, after all, he did manage to get inducted into RED... There must've been a reason for why they picked him, right?
So, will Scout manage to get inducted into the ranks of Overwatch?
And how about the other RED Mercenaries? What are they planning? Are they going to be able to get their Scout back from 2080? I don't know dude! Ya gotta wait for the next parts!
I'll most likely include a written section that talks about Scout's memories of his Training Day, so keep an eye out for that one if I add it.
There was also some fluff between them (Idk what it's called) in this part, AND a Lemon section that would've gone down between them if only I didn't want to advance the story, and focus on SEX... Then yeah, I would've included some juicy writing in this part. And fluff is cute and entertaining to include, so guess what? :)
For the story, I feel like it is also progressing well, I really hope you guys are understanding the story so far, if anyone needs a quick summary, PLEASE feel free to PM me about it. If you guys are gonna be reading this, I wanna make sure that you man's understand it, and trust me, I'll be more than happy to provide ya a quick summary.
And that's it for my blabbering, as for the update... I don't know when ima update it, honestly. But just know I'm not gonna abandon the story... NEVER. For the other update on my other stories... I really don't know, I'm still in a writing slump, cause I just finished this chapter in 2 days, spent some of my weekend on this, but it was worth it in my opinion. At least ya guys have sum to read and keep ya updated on the story.
But foreal, that's it for me. Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, see ya in the next ting :)