Roadhog looked down at the tiny child sitting on her bed, her arms crossed, her face pulled into a stubborn scowl and her cowlicks in sharp angles pointing towards the floor, as if threatening to drill into the ground to further insure that she was not going to budge here.

He looked to Bob for help, only to see the dog give him a, "Mate, just get it over with already" kind of look as he lounged on the bed with her.

He sighed, motioned for them to move over and then sat down on the bed, making Molly and Bob bounce into the air and scramble to balance themselves before Molly went back to her stubborn stance and Bob resumed lounging on the bed.

"Alroight, you win, I'll take me mask off now." He sighed. He was going to kill Rat for this…

His little girl's expression quickly shifted from threatening to thrilled and she began bouncing on her bum at her victory, her cowlicks curling into their usual heart shape on the top of her head.

… Okay, that was cute enough to warrant forgiveness this time… But just this time, he couldn't let Rat get away with everything just because his little girl pouted in his defense.

He nervously began fiddling with the straps of his mask, telling her that, "Ya know, yer Mum gave me this mask."

"She did?" she asked, surprised.

"Yup, 'er sister made it ta help people breathe better, but she made it look loike a piggy 'cause she knew how much I loike 'um." He said, marveling at how quickly the large smile had grown on Molly's face at that fact, probably happy to hear how nice her mother was to him as well as the fact that she had an aunt, because the next thing she said was, "I have an Aunt?!"

"Yeah, she died before you were born. 'Er name was Molly. Yer Mum told me tha' if she ever had a daughter, she'd name 'er after 'er sister. When Mercy told me you were 'er kid, figured I should do what yer Mum couldn'." He said as he undid another strap, "One day I plan ta foind 'er 'n introduce ya if I can, but seein' as it ain' safe roight now, I figure she'll fergive me fer not showin' ya to 'er sooner."

Molly's eyes were wide with emotions that seemed to well up from the depths of the violet orbs. So many glistening and starting to overflow as she dived into his stomach, making him let out an 'oof!' as her little arms did their best to wrap around his massive gut and he felt something warm and wet hit his skin.

He had a silent momentary freak out, worrying that she was having another nose bleed, only for her to peek up at him from where she had nuzzled into his belly, giving him a big, happy, teary grin from her spot, a little bit of white poking out from where she'd lost her first tooth and the other hole looking less red and swollen, "Thank you, Daddy!" She said, melting his heart with her joyful expression.

He lifted her up in the air with both hands and gently tossed her into the air and catching her, making her squeal with delight before he pulled her into a warm hug, "Any toime, love." He said softly, "Any toime." She nuzzled into his girth for a bit before he gently put her back down so she was sitting on the bed again and resumed removing his mask, his stomach twisting into a knot as she eagerly awaited the unveiling of his face.

Once he took off the mask, he started doing his best to take in deep breaths, Molly held out her hands, as if asking if she could see it in more detail and he obliged, handing it to her before continuing keeping his breathing even. In retrospect, perhaps it would have been best to have Molly see his face in his room where he had his machine to help him breathe better.

She was quick, taking in the bits and pieces of the mask with sharp eyes for a moment before she finally looked up at him, soaking in his appearance before holding her arms up, silently asking him to give her a better view. He sucked in a deep breath and lifted her up, careful to hold her up. The position he eventually decided was best was awkward, but it did not obstruct his lungs and allowed her easy access to his face.

Her fingers were gentle as they explored his face, her fingers freezing in place for a moment before they traced outside the edges of his scars, "Do they hurt?" she asked him. He silently debated telling her the truth or not before remembering that his face wasn't behind the mask right now and she could see his expressions and read his mind if she wanted to, so honesty was the only policy here, much to his discomfort.

"Sometoimes…" he wheezed, "When I… remember… how I… got them." Molly seemed to soak this in for a moment before giving him a kiss on the scar that ran across his nose.

His cheeks burned red, he had definitely not been expecting that.

"Ana told me she tha' she used ta kiss Pharah's owies to make them not hurt anymore! Now they should be all better!" she said proudly before smiling broadly and gently squeezing his cheeks, "Which is good 'cause now I can play with yer cheeks!"

"Hmm?" he managed with a curious expression, hardly containing his smile at her antics.

"Yer cheeks are soft 'n squishy, Da'!" she giggled as she bounced his fleshy cheeks in her tiny palms, "It's loike when I was playin' with cookie dough with Reinhardt, only without th' chocolate bits!"

He felt a smile curl up his squished, rosy cheeks, "Yeah?" he said with a raspy chuckle as he gently took her own between his index fingers and thumbs, being careful not to hurt her as he put the tiniest amount of pressure he could into his fingers, the piggies she had painted on them smiling back at him as her face squished a bit, making her lips puff out like a fish, "Yer squishy too."

She started laughing harder and, despite the difficulty he had breathing, he started to laugh with her.

They laughed for a good few seconds before he started coughing, making Molly's face become etched with concern as she scrambled to put the mask she had slipped under her arm back onto his face. Once the two managed to do that, he held it close to his face and breathed deeply, his lungs screaming with relief as he helped Molly climb down his massive body.

Molly look up at him, thoughtful, then pointed at the broken strap of the mask, as if suddenly remembering something, "It's broken." She said.

"Yeah..." he said with a deep exhale, "Was gonna ask…" deep breath in again to get more air in, "Rat ta fix it but…" Another deep breath in to fuel the last bit of the sentence, "He's been hurt."

Molly stood on her bed, watching quietly as he began putting it back on, his fingers fiddling with the broken strap.

"Da', if I fix yer mask, will you see Angela so you don' have ta use it all th' toime anymore?" she asked.

"Why?" he asked.

"'Cause it's broken 'n I wanna help fix it." She said plainly, "'N there's nothin' wrong with yer face, I dunno why you don' want no one ta see it."

"Molly, other than you, Bob 'n Rat, no one wants ta see my scary, ugly mug." He said plainly, even before he got these scars, people weren't fond of his face. While he was fairly confident in his strength and skill on the battlefield, his confidence in his own looks was pretty much nonexistent. He was fat, scarred, ugly and scary. He'd accepted it. Now, that didn't mean that he wasn't sensitive about it, but he had accepted that his looks weren't his best quality…

"Yes they do!" she insisted with a scowl at the remark he'd made about his face, "We all do!"

"Not everyone, Molly." He sighed, years of hurt slipping through as bitter memories from his childhood began flooding back into his head. He wished he could smother those memories like he'd smothered so many bastards and bots over the years, but knew that he couldn't. You couldn't change the past, no matter how painful, you could only go forward and hope for a better tomorrow.

"Angela does!" she said firmly, "She thought it! I heard her!" He felt his cheeks burn and was glad she couldn't see it… only for him to remember that, she didn't need to.

He sighed and looked down at her, her stubborn posture and cowlick position were back again.

She wasn't going to give up until he agreed.

He let out a groan as she wrapped herself around one of his arms and looked up at him, "Please, Da'? Please?" she pleaded. He let out a moan and felt Bob place a paw on his other hand and bark. He rose an eyebrow at him, curious as to what he said.

"Bob says 'e'll piss on th' suit if ya do." Molly promised in his stead, "He wanted ta do it earlier, but when I told Winston tha' while we was outside he said he couldn't."

Roadhog looked over at Bob, then back at Molly, "How much piss we talkin'?" he asked.

Molly smiled impishly at him, "He's been savin' it sionce th' suit crashed our bash! 'E didn' pee when Winston took us outsoide 'n 'e koinda hasta go."

He looked at the two small creatures on the bed with him, taking in the furry one. He had barely taken a shit when he last took the mutt out… "Foine, but 'e's pissin' on tha' bloke foirst. 'E needs ta let all tha' out."

"Agreed!" Molly said cheerfully, Bob letting out a happy bark and wagging his tail, signaling that these terms were fine by him before Hog scooped them both up and started walking to the conference room.

"Da'?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you promise not ta kill th' suit 'til after Bob's done?" she asked him. He thought about it for a moment, while he still wanted to slaughter the fucker for hurting his little girl, he did admit it would take some of the comedy out of Bob pissing on him if he killed him before he was done. So with a nod and a grunt, he agreed to her terms, but told her that if the suit tried anything, he was as good as dead. She accepted that with a cheerful "Okay!" as they finally reached the corner that turned towards the conference room.

He spotted Hanzo and McCree standing guard outside the room, seeming to have a quiet conversation before they seemed to notice them coming their way. Hanzo walked up to them halfway down the hall towards the room in question and held ou this hand, "My apologies, but I cannot let you through."

"But Bob hasta pee!" Molly insisted, Bob letting out a pitiful whine, as if to prove her point.

"There are other ways out of the base…" he began, only for McCree to walk up from behind him.

"I'll let him out." The Cowboy promised, motioning for Hog to pass Bob to him. The massive Junker obliged with a "Ta."

McCree carefully pulled him into his arms and started cradling the pup in his arms, getting funny looks from Hanzo and Hog, "What?" he said. "Don't wanna drop him."

And with that, he turned on the heel of his boot and began making his way down the hall, Hanzo turning his back on him.

But just as he did that, the cowboy turned in his spot quietly and snuck over to the door, giving the two a devious grin and a thumbs up as he opened the door and slid through it, Bob in hand.

"What's that mangey mutt doing in here?!" the suit cried making Hanzo jump, turn, see that McCree was no longer in the hallway and the three of them to race to the closest window and to peek through the blinds, the suit scowling as McCree put him on the table, where the suit, Ana, Morrison, Torbjörn, and Winston were sitting, the four of them giving the cowboy funny looks.

"Aren't I suffering enough because of these false accusations without this thing making it…" the suit stopped as Bob walked over and began sniffing him.

"What is he…" he began, only for Bob to seem satisfied and turn around and lift the nub where one of his back legs used to be.

"No. NO. NOOOO!" He cried before Bob unleashed an alarming amount of pee onto the suit, Molly and Hog laughing like crazy from outside while McCree, Torbjörn and Ana managed to stifle their snickers behind their hands or by biting their lips. Winston was shocked and disgusted while Morrison and Hanzo just looked pissed off. (which was better than the alternative, but still not a good thing to be right now.)

When the water works finally stopped, Bob turned his back on him and seemed to do a little digging motion on the table, as if he was trying to fling dirt on top of the suit to add to the humilation of being peed on.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" Sanjay Korpal demanded as Bob walked back over to McCree, looking quite pleased with himself.

"You asked if we had a test to tell if someone really was from Talon." McCree said as he rubbed the dog's head, "This is it." he said, indicating Bob, "This pup don't normally take a leak on people, too civilized fer that, but apparently folks from Talon are an exception to the rule."

"Oh, please! Do you seriously expect me to believe that nonsense?!" the suit snapped.

"He's peed on Widowmaker and Reaper already." He said with a shrug, leaving out that Reaper hadn't technically been peed on so much as Junkrat and Molly flung a water balloon at him that was filled with Bob's urine, "First time's chance, second time's coincidence, third time's a pattern."

"But you all still have no proof that I work for that group of lowlives!" he said, looking a bit smug, "You all have been questioning me for Gods know how long and you've got nothing but the word of an uneducated Junker child who I accidently hurt!"

"Hit." Ana corrected, "You hit her. And now that you mention it, I think it might be good to have Molly come here so we can settle this once and for all." She looked to the window and smiled softly to them, "Roadhog, may Molly come in for a second, please?"

Hog hesitated, the last time the suit had been close to his little girl, he apparently threatened to reveal his identity to child services and to toss her into a brainwashing suit school for the rest of her childhood, and the time before that, he hurt her badly enough that she was bleeding from three places.

That and well, he said that he'd kill the suit next time he saw him,

"You can come in too, if you promise not to kill him." Ana said, as if reading his mind.

He scowled, annoyed at that. He'd rather go in with at least the threat of it to keep the suit from hurting Molly again.

He looked to his little girl, "You wanna go in?" he asked her softly.

She placed her index and middle fingers on her temples and rubbed them for a moment or two before smiling, "Yeah," she said happily, "I know where th' proof is now!"

He glanced to Hanzo, who sighed and moved out of their way to let them in, even going so far as holding the door for them, "Ta!" Molly said sweetly as they entered. Hanzo blushed and nodded, embarrassed, before closing the door behind them and resumed his guard post at the door.

"Molly, you believe he works for Talon. Do you have any proof?" she asked her.

"Yeah, it's…" She then paused for a moment before she looked at Hog, and asked in a quiet voice, "Which is left 'n which is roight again?"

He pointed to her left hand, softly explaining that, "Th' left one can make 'n 'L' shape when ya hold out yer index finger and thumb." He said, gently touching each finger he mentioned so she'd know which one he'd meant, "It's also th' only side tha' Rat hasn' lost limbs on yet, if tha' helps too."

"Thanks Da'!" she said cheerfully as she inspected her fingers thoughtfully, glancing up at the suit every few seconds or so as if checking something.

"You're seriously taking the word of this child over me?" Sanjay snorted with disbelief, a triumphant smirk crawling up his cheeks.

Roadhog and Bob both snarled in warning as Molly frowned and, after motioning to him to lower her to the table, she walked on the table top over towards the smug suit and squinted at his face.

"Look, this child obviously has no proof, so I believe we're done here." Sanjay said as he pulled himself out of his chair and glared at the elder members of Overwatch, "I will make sure Vaswani is pulled from this poisonous place and that our funding is pulled. Good luck staying together without our money. Now, if you excuse me, I have a lawyer to…" He suddenly plopped back down into his seat with an 'oomph!' with a wave of Molly's hand before she took his jaw in her hands, narrowing her eyes as she looked into his own.

"Unhand me this instant, you little thieving brat!" Sanjay shouted, seemingly ready to push her away, only for her to poke his left eye, making him yelp as she turned back around and held out her finger for Ana, "here's Bob's birthday present to ya, Ana! It's a Talon camera!" she said cheerfully.

Ana squinted at her finger for a moment before her eyes widened, "Is that a contact lens?"

"I dunno what tha' means, but I know it's a camera!" she said cheerfully.

"It is not!" the suit shouted, "It's a contact lens!"

"Then why do ya only have one?" she asked him. The suit stiffened in his spot as Torbjörn, with a speed that Roadhog didn't know he had, hopped up from his spot and stopped by the suit's chair, hopped up and grabbed him by the jaw himself. The suit let out an awkward cry as he surged forward, at risk of falling out of his seat head first as the old man carefully inspected him before throwing him back into his seat, looking quite pleased with what he'd seen, "Molly's right, there isn' 'nother contact lens in 'is right eye."

"Well, maybe it fell out when that massive murderer slammed me against the wall, you ever think of that?" Mr. Korpal shouted as he pointed to Hog.

"If you keep talkin', this massive murderer is goin' ta rip yer fuckin' head off." Hog growled, the suit going silent with fear and sinking back into his seat in a shitty attempt to create some distance between them.

"That's enough!" Morrison said with a slam of his hands onto the table, "No one is going to kill anyone until we know all the facts!" he said sternly as he glared at Roadhog.

Hog didn't flinch or move, he simply glared back, silently telling him that the suit's lucky that he's not dead already and every second he was alive was a test of his patience.

Old 76 seemed to get the message and sighed before he looked to the silverbacked scientist in the room, "Is it possible for you to be able to figure out if the lens is a camera?"

"Perhaps." Winston said thoughtfully as he looked at Molly's finger, "Athena, can you see if there is any kind of signal coming from this lens? If it truly is a camera, it would be sending out some sort of signal…"

"It is not a camera! It is a contact lens and I need it!" Sanjay shouted as he reached for Molly's hand, the French tips Molly and Pipsqueak had put on them splattered with black and a single tiny dot of a rusty shade of red.

Hog suddenly saw the red and black swirls from earlier, Molly in the middle of them falling backwards with a pained yelp, her hands on her face for a moment before he shoved his scrap gun in the suit's face so hard he pushed him out of his seat and onto the floor, the gun then aimed at his chest. Bob barking at the two of them as if to say, "Yeah! You show that piss stain!"

"ROADHOG!" The old soldier shouted angrily at him, "STAND DOWN!"

"'E ain' layin' a hand on my little girl!" he bellowed back, his paternal fury feeling as if it was pouring out of him like sweat on a hot, humid day back in Oz. He was almost worried if his rage could condense into acid rain for a second before they all heard the AI report that, "There is a signal, although it has cut itself off sortly after your suggestion, Winston, and while I am uncertain if it is Talon, it certainly is not a Vishkar signal."

"Thank you, Athena." Morrison said as he looked towards the cowering suit on the floor, a dark smile curling up his cheeks, "It would seem as though we'll be having a guest here for a little while." He said, his tone light but with an undertone promising pain, misery and maybe a little torture, "Athena, would you please send a message to Vishjar saying that, due to a sudden collapse due to, what we can only assume at the moment to be some sort of illness, Sanjay Korpal is staying at the Overwatch base in Gibraltar until further notice while Dr. Ziegler does a diagnostic and treats him?"

"Certainly, Commander Morrison." Athena replied.

"Athena, don't send that message!" Sanjay squeaked.

"I am sorry, Mr. Korpal, but seeing as you lied to me to gain access to our facilities, I do not think it wise to listen to you henceforth, so request denied." Athena replied coolly.

Hog smiled broadly under his mask, when he and Rat first arrived here, they were quite weary of the voice that came out of nowhere, but after a while, they'd gotten used to her and realized that she was more of a help than a bloodthirsty metal monster. And today, she once again proved her helpful status.

With a lovely helping of sass and one of the nicest 'no, fuck you's he'd ever heard.

"Roadhog, if you and Molly would follow me, please. I'd like to get that lens to my lab to see what else we can learn from it." Winston said. Roadhog nodded and carefully scooped his child and her dog into his arms and followed him out into the hall, the lens carefully cradled in Molly's palm.

"Da'?" Molly called.

"Yeah?" He replied.

"Don' forget, after this, we gotta see Angie!" she said cheerfully, pleased that she had not only proved herself to be right, but that she was now going to have him keep up his end of their promise.

He let out a sigh, he had forgotten about that. He wished that Molly had too, but it would seem that there was no way out of it now. She wouldn't let him back out and he had a feeling that it was probably better that she didn't.

A deal was a deal, Bob pissed on the suit, so he would see Mercy about his lungs.

He felt his stomach twist, his heart ache and his lungs tighten as he hoped that any love she might have for him would be blind, because that was his only shot of keeping it once she saw his miserable mug…