"Do you see anything?" asked Hana, scrolling through her phone. Her partner for the day was… not someone she would have willingly chosen, to say the least. Hana tended to stay as far away from Widowmaker as physically possible, a sentiment that the assassin returned in full force. If it were up to her, she would be doing this mission alone. Still, even Widowmaker found herself obeying 76's commands.
The two sat atop a cliff overlooking the infamous Route 66, where the Deadlock Gang were supposed to be moving arms through to their hideout. Widowmaker and Hana were tasked with eliminating the gang. There was just one problem.
The Deadlock Gang was late.
"I see everything, little girl," said Widowmaker, staring down her scope. Hana rolled her eyes, but managed to refrain from responding. Widowmaker had this condescending, holier-than-thou attitude that Hana despised. It reminded her of some of the less desirable parts of her StarCraft days.
"Right. Stupid question," Hana booted up one of her favorite mobile games in an attempt to kill time. "Do you see anything interesting?" Widow was silent for a moment, then she lowered her gun to the ground.
"No."
"Hm. Well, what are you doing, then?" asked Hana.
"Do not speak to me anymore."
"You know what? Whatever." Hana should have known better than to try speaking with Widow. "Don't even know why I tried." Hana jumped to her feet, dusting the red sand from her suit. Without a word to her partner, she began walking a bit to the left.
"Where are you going?" asked Widow. Hana didn't respond. "Answer me, girl!"
"Oh, am I allowed to speak to you now?" Hana stuck out her tongue teasingly.
"You know what I meant. Do not speak to me unless I speak to you first." Widowmaker grabbed her rifle and strapped it to her back before spinning on her butt to face the child she was forced to babysit. "I don't like repeating myself."
"I don't like bullies, yet here you are," said Hana. She shook her head, deciding not to cause too much trouble for herself. "There's a Pokestop over there, and I need to fill up on Potions."
Widowmaker never liked to seem less intelligent than anyone else in the room. She especially hated it when what she perceived to be an infant knew something she didn't.
"Stop making up words," demanded Widow. "English may not be my first language, but I still know when I am being mocked."
"Ugh. If my room wasn't right next to your's, I'd have thought you live under a rock!" Hana shook her head, then returned to Widow. "Look, it's a game. You do have that where you're from, don't you? Whatever circle of hell that may be?"
"One day, you will regret your disrespect. What manner of game is this?"
"It's called Pokemon Go. You go around with your phone and try to catch Pokemon—"
"What is a Pokemon?" asked Widowmaker. Hana shook her head again, then held out her hand.
"Give me your phone," ordered Hana. With a shrug, Widowmaker reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, black, downright ancient flip phone. Hana looked at it, shuddered in disgust, then looked back down at her own phone. "Yeah… I don't think it'll work with what you have."
"Show me on yours." Widowmaker didn't make a lot of requests, but she did have plenty of demands.
"Look, you basically just walk around capturing little monsters," said Hana. "Here, there's a Charmander right over there." Hana pointed a bit to Widow's right. Widowmaker peered and strained her vision as much as she could.
"I see no monster." Hana groaned, then shoved her phone under Widow's nose.
"You have to use this, dumb-dumb."
"I see… What is the point of the monsters?" Widowmaker carefully took the phone in her hands, tapping the little red and white ball carefully.
"You can use them to battle each other. Plus, they're cute," said Hana, matter-of-factly. "Now, you just flick the little ball at them and hope they stay in."
"That sounds so pointless," remarked Widow.
"Then give me my phone back."
"No. I like this one. His tail is on fire." Widowmaker flicked a Pokeball. "Reminds me of Fawkes, but less obnoxious. And likely more useful."
Widowmaker failed to catch the Charmander, and became obsessed with making it her's. Hana smirked, then pulled out her backup phone for her third favorite pastime after video games and combat: social media. She updated her status, took a few selfies with Widow (who remained so enamored in the game that she hardly noticed). She texted Lucio and Tracer, informing them of the amusing situation, then prank called Reaper just for fun. After about fifteen minutes of silence, Hana felt a pang in her stomach which could only mean one thing: lunchtime.
"Hey, Widow. Aren't you getting hungry?" asked Hana.
"No. Do not speak to me anymore."
Hana swore in her native language, then tapped the button on the inside of her wrist. Pink light beamed down, manifesting her beautiful, beloved battle mech. She patted it lovingly, then went around the back and popped open a back panel to the "trunk" of the mech. Hana reached in and pulled out her lunch box, as packed by Mei.
"Hm, let's see what Mei-Ling packed for me…" Hana sat down and popped open the box, revealing some delicious-looking bulgogi onigirazu (Mei always tried to give everyone something that reminded them of home), some Chinese candies, and, much to Hana's glee, Doritos and Moutntain Dew.
"Yum!" Hana immediately ripped open her chips, which were one of the things she loved most about America, and popped one in her mouth. She grabbed her soda, warm from being in her mech all day. She didn't necessarily mind drinking her soda warm, but few things compared to an ice-cold Mountain Dew.
"Zut! Get in the ball, stupid lizard!" growled Widow.
Suddenly, an idea formed in Hana's mind.
"Widow, take off your glove," commanded Hana. Widowmaker did as she was told, focusing on her game. Hana handed her the bottle of soda. "Hold onto this for a few, okay?" Widow muttered under her breath, which Hana took to mean "Sure, of course".
Hana got to work on the rest of her lunch, pausing halfway through to send Mei a thank you text. When she was sure that Mei received her appreciation, she collected the bottle from Widow. The bottle was now perfectly chilled, thanks to Widowmaker's intensely lowered body temperature.
"This is nice," said Hana, sipping her drink. "I gotta get you one of those when we get back to the house. You're a lot easier to be around when throwing Pokeballs."
"Almost got it…"
"Eh… Shouldn't we be looking for the Deadlock gang? You've been playing that game for like twenty minutes."
"Hourra! I caught it!" Widowmaker looked up, an uncharacteristically cheerful smile on her face. "What now?"
"Well, you could name him if you want, but we really—"
"I will call him… Gérard."
"Seriously, Widow, we should really—"
"Ça alors! There are more of them?!"
"Widow!" Hana shouted, pulling out her Light Gun. She shot her phone out of Widow's hand, finally snatching the assassin's attention. "Mungchung-a!
"What?" Widowmaker looked up as if she was awoken from a deep slumber. "I want to catch more Poker-noms."
"They're moving out, babo!" snapped Hana, deciding to correct Widowmaker at another time. "Look!"
In the gorge that they sat above were a band of fifteen cowboy hat-wearing outlaws, escorting a large hover-truck of munitions including revolvers, shotguns, rifles, and a massive 5 megaton bomb.
"Cover me, I need sniper support!" Hana leapt up and jumped into her mech. After the quick start-up, she rocketed down to the ground and immediately began engaging the Deadlocks. Widow reached for her rifle, her hand pausing when she realized that Hana's discarded phone was to the right. She grabbed that instead.
"Oh, I like this one, too," she said to no one. "Slandshrew? Pah, these Americans and their silly names for things."
"Widow!" Hana's distressed shout almost shorted out the communicator. "My Defense Matrix is failing! I need support!"
"Hm? Oh, support." Widow flicked a Pokeball at the Sandshrew. "Good work, Song. Give those bandits the what-for."
Hana groaned, then pressed a few buttons in her cockpit.
"Babo…" She activated her Self-Destruct. "Hey, Deadlocks! Nerf this!"