As I finished regaling Angela of my part in the invasion of Watchpoint Gibraltar, she laughed, "It seems your first time on the battlefield was better than mine!"

I nodded, "Oh really? Was the great Angel of Mercy not as perfect as she might seem today?"

"Oh, you!" She said, batting at me, "But I suppose that would be right. Back when I started, the Valkyrie suit wasn't nearly as finished as it is now. There were some mistakes."

I raised an eyebrow and she blushed, "I may have gotten myself stuck in a few trees."

"Saving cats?"

"Jo~on!" She whined.

I smiled, "It's okay, Angie, I think it's adorable."

She blushed deeply and quickly stuck another piece of food in her mouth.

I reached out to stroke her hair, "So, how has your week been."

She sighed, "Widowmaker is a mess."

I grimaced sympathetically, "You are working on Widowmaker?"

She nodded, "She's a mess. They did a lot of things to turn her into a weapon."

I paused, "There are other options."

"What do you mean." She asked.

I paused to consider my thoughts, "Well, Raven has a mirror in her possession that allows people to travel into her mindscape. A literal physical... ish representation of her mind. If that worked for Widowmaker we could try and see if there is anything left of Amelie. Then there are the psychic options. Martian Manhunter and Xavier are both powerful psychics, powerful enough that they might be able to dig up what's left And then there's Jean Grey if we want the nuclear option."

"The… nuclear option?" she asked hesitantly.

I nodded, "She's got a connection to the literal force of life and rebirth in her home universe. Assuming that we can get the Pheonix to listen, and it's possible at all for Amelie to be revived, she will be. There's no doubt about that. That said, it does depend on a cosmic force listening to us and beings of that magnitude don't exactly comprehend humans quite right."

Angela nodded, "Definitely a nuclear option."

"That said, the other three options are probably more viable." I offered.

She nodded, "I'll speak to Raven this weekend then. That seems like the least invasive method we have for excising the changes made to her personality."

"I wish you luck then. Both for your sake and Amelie's" I said, raising my glass.

She clinked hers against mine, "I hope it works out."

We ate a little more and Angela started up again, "So, how has the Portal Projector been going?"

"The 9/6 configuration of the wormholes seems to be working out. We're getting data back of some kind. Unfortunately, we can't seem to translate the Quantum Signatures we get from the others into targeting data and it's simply useless to make a jump without targeting data. The results are pretty much completely random. And empty. I don't think we've managed to make contact with another inhabited world with manually entered targetting data." I griped.

Angela nodded, "Can you get targetting data another way?"

I nod, "We can get the targeting information of a universe we are in quite easily, and we can even share that data between projectors. So getting places we've been before is fine. Going new places… not so much."

Angela nodded, "So, good-ish news?"

"There's one benefit of the portal projector though. Elizabeth hasn't quite figured out how to move the targeting end of the portal, but the targeting data for the portal projectors includes location. It isn't a coordinate system, unfortunately, but you can set a specific physical location to open the portal to, rather than just opening it to the same location, but in another universe." I mention.

She looked at me with interest, "Does it work in the same universe?"

"Yep!" I report cheerfully, "We have waypoints now. Or… well, we will. Once we have enough portal projectors to hand out. The things are petty compact too, so we don't need to worry about carrying them around."

I held up the prototype device. It looked pretty much like a smartphone, only bulkier.

It was perhaps three times as thick as a modern smartphone, and the screen that covered the front was a full eighteen centimetres corner to corner. It also wasn't completely cuboidal, with a cut made on the top-rear edge that allowed the triangular emitter to face forward when the screen was held at a natural viewing angle.

Angela nodded, "That looks good!"

"Yeah," I nodded enthusiastically, "We should have enough ready in a few days to get all of us sorted."

We chatted a little more over ur meals, slowly working our way through a couple of courses as we enjoyed the scenery.

As we waited for our affogatos, I took a moment to examine Angela.

The researcher was dressed in a long, red dress, nominally tight-fitting, but with a slit going up to her thigh, revealing her left leg.

Her long, luscious legs were covered in sheer red stockings, with her feet tied up in strappy red heels.

As my eyes followed her long, long legs back up to her hips and then to the swell of her breasts, I noted that her Valkyrie suit hid quite a bit. She wasn't massive, but her breasts represented more than a handful.

I tore my eyes away from her cleavage and pulled them up to her luscious lips, painted red for the occasion. Then, I caught her eyes. Twisting my lips into a roguish grin, I leaned over to the blushing blond, and brought her close, "I can't get enough of you."

And then with a light brush against her cheek, I leant back, openly checking her out once more.

I washed her blush and squirm, but as I shifted my seat over to her, the healer leaned into me.

I wrapped an arm around her possessively, cuddling her into my side.

Our Affogato came and went, along with the bill and before long, we were left cuddling as the moon rose above us.

I felt her arm trace up along my shirt for a few minutes, "Jon?"

"Yes, Love?"

She shivered, "Um… could you… could you give me a nickname?"

I smiled towards her fondly, "Do you want to be my angel?"

"Yes Jon, I'm your angel." She said with a smile, "What do you want your angel to do?"

I give her a relaxed smile, "I think we should go for a walk. The night is still young, and I don't want to just sit around."

Standing up, I extended an arm to my date. We found ourselves walking along the pebbled pathways of the park outside the restaurant, watching the moonlight pass over us.

We meandered through the woods as the conversation began to bubble up.

We talked about our lives from before the two of us met. A common topic of conversation when we had the time. I talked about my family, promising to introduce her to them at some point. We were a little estranged, mainly due to me working overseas, but now that I was basically self-employed, perhaps I could work on repairing that relationship.

Angela told me about her parents, or, what she knew of them at least.

They had died when she was young, victims of the Omnic Crisis. Under the control of the God Programs, the Omnics saw no reason not to target civilians or aid workers.

She'd originally taken up healing to honour their memory, but had found an honest passion for it in the end.

She told me of her time with Overwatch, during the collapse of the organization.

She told me about her dreams of spreading Biotic technology far and wide, to change the face of medicine.

But it was all for nought.

Biotic technology was basically automated magic.

Code derived from research into Zenyatta, looped in a cycle, which would drive the body to simply heal itself.

Too bad that Omnics still weren't well-received today. And that no doctor would ever prescribe a treatment that they did not properly understand.

I promised to help her with that last part. I had managed to find Elphius Levi's self-published magazine and it taught me a lot about fusing science and magic, even what little I had managed to read this morning.

As she hugged me, I tipped her chin up with my fingers and gently kissed her lips.