Two Mugs

I never thought I'd come back here.

The moon hung above Watchpoint: Gibraltar like a spotlight over a stage. It illuminated the base and gave it an air of melancholy and mysticism. Yet the inside of the base was one of the happiest sights Angela 'Mercy' Ziegler had ever seen. Overwatch was reunited again, or at least, a small fraction of their agents were. It was practically a reunion inside, and even on the bridge that Angela stood on, she could hear the voices inside.

Angela could still hear Tracer and McCree exchanging stories. Torbjörn and Winston were trading their latest plans and inventions. They had even gotten word that Mei was on her way to join them. The young doctor couldn't even remember her last conversation with the fellow scientist. It had been so long since she had gone missing...

Their little, strange family was being put back together again, piece by piece.

Jack would have liked this. He and Ana... Angela stared at the full moon above her head, admiring it and the twinkling stars that danced beside it. Despite all of this, she couldn't feel what her family did. Her heart ached, and her throat felt clogged. Her skin felt clammy and her eyes couldn't meet any of her colleagues' gaze.

She was supposed to be happy, wasn't she? Wasn't she supposed to be overjoyed at the return of Overwatch? Her family, the world's greatest peacekeeping organization, the chance to make everything right was at her fingertips...

So why couldn't she bring herself to smile?

What is wrong with me? she wondered, walking along the edge of the bridge. The faint light of the reunion was a near invisible fade on the ground now. Every step took her farther and farther from it as the night's gentle breeze stroked her body.

Tracer, McCree, and Torbjörn had all witnessed the corruption and fall of Overwatch. They had been there when the mighty organization crumbled from within, like a tree infested with termites. Yet here they were, ready and willing to bring the organization back.

Not her.

Not the famed 'Mercy.'

No, she decided to stand outside in the cold and feel sorry for herself. Angela let out a loud groan, burying her face in her hands as she cursed at herself. "What is wrong with me?!" she huffed.

"Well, you are standing out here alone, Angela, when you should be in the company of friends. Then again, I am no doctor."

"Will?" Angela came to a stop, and she felt the cold wind grow all the colder.

"Hello, Angela." She turned to face him, and there he was. The man did not wear his famed armor, unlike herself. She was dressed in her Valkyrie suit, as if she was about to be sent on a mission. As if she was walking into the maws of hell itself. He stood there with a gentle smile on his lips, his figure outlined by the lights behind him. Angela didn't need to see his face to know it was him.

She heard it in the way he approached her, with calm, heavy steps.

She saw it in his smile, and the way they shimmered with pride and admiration.

She smelled it in the air, the sweet smell of chocolate flooding from the large thermos in his hand. There were two small mugs hanging off of the fingers of his other hand.

"I hope you still like-"

"Hot chocolate." She felt her own lips curl into a smile, and she nodded her head as she brushed a lock of hair from her eye. "Your own special blend?"

"Indeed. Brigitte has been adamant about cutting back on my drinking. It isn't as good as your blend, but I make due." He offered her a cup and her eyes fell on it.

Memories and thoughts flowed through Angela's mind like a raging storm. Regrets, unspoken words, and nostalgia. A sour cocktail that she swallowed down as she took a cup from his warm hand.

"It is good to see you again," he confessed.

"Same. It's good to see you, too, Wilhelm."

Neither said anything as he filled their cups. He quietly hooked the thermos onto his pants, before the two gently clinked their mugs together. Angela tasted the sweet, hazel-colored nectar only after enjoying the sweet aroma. She breathed it in, admiring the perfect blend as its warmth flowed through her body. She tasted it, only a sip, and her clammy skin finally released her sealed tension.

"Thank you," she whispered.

He nodded his head, but uttered nothing in response. First he took in the sensational aroma of his own cup, before sipping at it with poise and grace. Angela knew he was trying not to embarrass himself in front of her. It was always quite a sight to see Wilhelm's mustache catch all of his food, or watch him slurp down his drinks in the past. She had always teased him how he was a child in a grown man's body.

"Would you like to walk with me? It feels as though I have not been here in ages," Wilhelm admitted.

"I haven't been here in years either, you know?" She chuckled at his casual shrug, motioning her to follow him with his free hand.

"We'll learn it again together then! Just like old times." He stood in front of her, body faced down the dark, empty bridge as his face turned to hers with a smile. "What say you, Angela?"

She stood behind him, contemplating his plan. Her eyes fell to his empty hand, watching him offer it to her like it was another cup. She felt her own hand rise up without thought, gently falling into his own palm. His fingers never had the chance to close around hers, because she walked forward and her hand fell from his like a gentle waterfall.

"I think I would love to, Will." She smiled at him, and he returned the gesture despite his empty hand.

END

Facing some hardcore writer's block on other stories. Decided to try something new. Here's that something new. Reinhardt and Mercy is a couple I always liked, despite how no one else seems to. Helps that me and my girlfriend's favorite characters are Reinhardt and Mercy respectively. No, I don't care about the age gap. It just makes the love story more interesting.

This story will be like two stories in one, with focus on the many years Reinhardt and Mercy have shared together, as well as focusing on this one night in the present.

Quick warning, following through with canon material is not my goal here. I want to forge a new history between the two characters, rather than try to slip a story that could have happened between two events. I'll try not to stomp all over continuity, but I'm only human and a lot of Overwatch's story is left out of the game.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, and I hope you stick around for the next one. Leave a review, if you can. I always appreciate them, and have a great day!