Chapter 3

A doctor's visit

(Richard Stark/Blue Steel's POV)

Universe B

Watchpoint: Gilbraltar

This place may take some getting use to, it is freaking massive! Has everything one would ever need. A large dinning area, with a fully stocked and furnished kitchen close by to boot. Locker rooms, both male and female; complete with showers, toilets, hell I think I even saw a unisex sauna room near them. I can only assume for 'stress relief'. An entire building just for the Overwatch agents to have a room to live in. Training grounds not too far from there, even a solar energy collection bay. Landing dock for airships.

Basically I am in freaking heaven right now. So much tech to play around with, so much to do, so much to keep me busy. I can make so many upgrades to this place that it is not even funny. Add a holo-projector system to properly view machine repairs and battle plans, maybe a armor bay so I can repair my suit when needed, a 'wine cellar' for future reasons, maybe a large ARC reactor to provide more clean energy to the base. Solar power is great in all, but it has so many drawbacks to it. First of all it needs constant sunny days to even be worth it, not to mention how fragile they are or how many one would need just to make them cost effective for a base this size. I'm guessing it has several back up battery banks though out the base, in case of a rainy day . . . literally.

Hana left on a automated airship back to South Korea, that was about two hours ago. Winston was giving me a authentic tour around where I'll be living for the foreseeable future. My armor was on a charging port he says he used for 'someone's power armor' forget their name. Trickling energy to the ARC reactor in hopes that the charge will jump start it back to life. I seriously do not feel like having to make a whole new reactor. I'd have to recreate a whole new element just to power the damn thing, don't even get me started on how big of a pain in the ass it'd be to tear out the old one and replace it. I'd need a whole workshop for at least a day to even get it out without damaging anything important. Who knows how long to it back in and re-calibrate the entire suit to the new energy output. Each ARC reactor is like a snowflake or fingerprint. No two are exactly alike. Each has a slight difference in energy production and each has it's own quirks depending on who made it. The quirk with all my reactors is that they all emit a slight EMP like effect. Not strong enough to wipe a computer system clean, but enough to mess with it if one of my reactors touch it. Has something to do with the way I energize the node. No idea why it does that, if only I can find a way to harness that little quirk to my advantage.

Doubt this place has vibranium I can use as a catalyst to house the new element. That crap ain't cheap, or easy to get. You'd have to KNOW someone high up from wikonda in order to get your hands on even a sliver. Lucky dad is somewhat friends with their king and prince. Well more like business partners striving for a common goal. Tony gives them some tech, they grant him the privilege of using their vibranium for his mini ARC reactors. The big ones don't need it but would increase their power output tremendously. Few elements can even hold a candle to the technological flexibility of Vibranium. Can be indestructible shield for some, a massive source of clean power to other, or a really damn good looking piece of jewelry to those who can afford it. All depends on how it is used.

"Here is your room for the time being. May not be much, but it's better then nothing. You can personalize as you like, but please keep it reasonable." Winston announced opening the door on the white clad hallway. "Basic ground rules while you're here. You're responsible for keeping it clean and maintained. Try to keep any experiments to a non-lethal level. No boy band music or anything related to that for the love of all things sane. HAVE to specify that one because of one of Tracer's music phases. Meals are when ever you feel like cooking something, just clean up when you're done and keep it reasonable. Food shipments only comes once a month, so try to make it last. Lights out at ten, and if you're going to invite someone over for 'fun time', please warn me first over the phone and clean up after yourself when you two are done. I don't want to hear any of 'that' at two in the morning."

I must say, it is a lot roomier than I imagined. Easily able to house a car with no problem, I might even be able to fit a mark 38 suit in here if I tried hard enough. Bland barren aqua walls and oak floor. A single twin sized bed laid in the corner next to a wooden end table with a antique lamp on top. Empty bookshelf in another corner under the window. Single ceiling fan centered the room nicely with a soft whirl as the lights turned on. Decent sized walk in closet not too far from the bed.

I can make do with this. Might set up a workshop in one of the open corners. Maybe install a few holographic projectors to properly fix my tech and get better read outs from everything. Set up a TV over in that corner, fill up the bookshelf with classics, get an Xbox in here. I can live comfortably here.

"Don't worry, sex is one of the very last things on my mind right now. Doubt any sane woman would want to sleep with a guy like me. Already came to terms with that years ago." I informed stepping into the room, brushing my hand over the headboard to the bed. I can 'feel' every molecule in the bed react to my touch. Jumbling all around, eager to move, waiting for my command to change.

"Yes master. Change the bed. We can make it anything you want." A familiar voice temped from the back of my mind. "You know you want to. Wouldn't take much to make this into something better. Just a mere thought." I tensely retracted my hand, making the 'feeling' go away. No Richard, don't use that curse to make this room look better. That's a slippery slope leading into a dark abyss. I rather not fall down it anytime soon. Best to hold it off for as long as I can.

"I can't thank you enough for everything Winston. Giving me a place to stay when you hardly know me, giving me my own room at that too." I thanked as Winston walked in the room beside me.

"Think nothing of it. I couldn't like with myself if I threw you out into the harsh world without anywhere to go." He replied patting my shoulder. "Besides, I kind of like your AI. She's rather advanced. Just the raw processing power she possesses on such a tiny chip amazes me."

"Thank you mister Winston. I'll add that compliment to my data reserves." ATHENA replied sounding a bit flattered. He activated her 'joy' function. Only activates when someone compliments her or when she is doing something she 'likes'. Found out her main 'hobbies' when I am not ordering her around include ancient history research, psychology fundamentals, and some video games. She is a merciless at Starcraft, efficient at pretty much every strategy game in existence, but not so clever at fast pace FPS games. Don't get me wrong she is damn good aim, but no so good at teamwork. Her favorite thing to do in Halo is throwing plasma grenades at the enemy player's crotch. Safe to say they never had the balls to take her on after that. "Also, your Athena told me to warn you that Angela Ziegler's airship has arrived. She is curious about the mass in Richard's brain and his reactor."

"Well that concludes the tour. Time to head back so the doctor can preform her check up." Winston replied. Well shit, looks like I might have to explain a few things to this woman. Not a topic I particularly enjoy talking about, or even thinking about it for that matter. Not even sure if I can trust the woman or not. Only one way I'll find out I guess.


"So what should I be expecting. Countless needles, CAT scan, maybe a hot girl in a sexy nurse outfit? I think I'll need a full examination if so. I'm suddenly developing a nasty cough." I asked chuckling at the last joke as Winston and I stood on the air platform. Come in in was a kind of bulky white and orange airship. Reminds me a little bit of a Pelican from Halo. Hopefully this thing doesn't crash as often as they do. Seriously with how much a Pelican costs in the Halo universe, I could build a entire army of Iron legion drones.

"Nothing to worry about. Faxed her the MRI and X-rays I took of you're unconscious body. She wanted to personally examine you because of your heart and possible tumor. Also Doctor Ziegler is taken." He informed as the airship touched down. The door opened up and ramp dropped down. Walking out was, for a lack of better words, a real life angle. That is if an angle had a mechanical suit complete with wings and a large staff in her hands. Snow white hair flowed in the wind as she walked gracefully down the ramp. Think I can even see a halo over her head. Right off the bat I can tell this is going to be a interesting check up. Strangely I'm getting the feeling that I should know who this woman is, the face looks a bit familiar. "Not a hot girl in a sexy nurse outfit like you were expecting. But a sight a million times better to anyone who's fought beside her. She saved my hide more times then I can count. Resurrected me from the dead a few times too."

"If I recall correctly, nine out of ten times you were the first one who jumped headfirst into the thick of battle at the worst possible times." She replied in a Swedish accent giving the ape a big hug. I've actually been to Sweden a few times. I love it there, their government is so nice to me. Hell of a lot nicer then congress or the supreme courts in America. They treat me like I was a human being, rather then a living weapon of mass destruction and chaos, which I kind of am but that doesn't mean I like being treated like one. Well Canada treated me nicely as well. Their prime minster offered to let me live there worry free, in exchange for the blueprints to the massive ARC reactor. Before I got thrown here, I was really tempted to accept that offer. Tony said he would support me either way, but he prefer it if I stayed within an hour's flight of home or any Avenger's facility. I understand his reasons for that. "It really has been too long old friend."

"Nearly five years if I remember correctly." He replied.

"I assume the kid is Richard. One with a worrying growth in his Cerebellum, and power node in his chest." She observed breaking the hug. Love how she knows me by that, well better then being known as a walking Apocalypse or living time bomb. Not looking forward to explaining the Infinity stone. Going to be hard when I know barely anything about it myself.

"Yes ma'am. Richard Stark, the moron who nearly killed himself to destroy a massive MECH." I introduced myself. She curiously walked up to me and tapped her chin. Okay, never had a doctor do that with me before. . . . . . That was sarcasm, every doctor I've been to has done that at least once before. Right before they stuck me with a bunch of needles or threw me into lord knows how many 'what is inside my body' viewing machines. I hate the doctors sometimes. Okay all the time, this one better give me a lollipop by the end of this visit. But where would she keep them at? That suit doesn't have any noticeable pockets. . . . . Dear god! I hope they're not where I think they are!

"I swear I've seen you somewhere before. But I can't put my finger on where." She said tapping her chin. "May I ask where and when were you born? That might narrow it down a bit."

"Unknown Miss Ziegler. The exact location of his birth is a complete mystery. I can preform over two and a half billion calculations a second, but even I don't know where it is exactly. His date of birth, from what few files I got of him before his adoption can tell, is on April ninth. Nineteen ninety six our world time. Here I am not sure when it would be." ATHENA replied from my phone. Forgot she can do that. Wait a second, my phone works here! I thought the plan I have it on doesn't exist here! I got so many prank calls to make now. Now do I remember the President's number? I may have some fun messing him later. Maybe even prank call the president of Mexico or ruler of north Korea. Forget what they're leader is called. All I know is that I have his main number in my phone as 'blocked'. His calls get transferred directly to ATHENA for her to fake being me. I only understand a tiny bit of Korean so she handles him. What she does I really don't care or want to know. "Most of his known genome originate to Latveria and Egyptian roots. All record of his existence from our world vanished till before his father adopted him nearly sixteen years ago. Father's side is recorded, but Richard doesn't wish to know who is real father is, for personal reasons. His mother's side is still a bit of s mystery to my processes. His genes from his mother's side match dozens found in though with Egyptian roots."

"Sixteen years ago?" Mercy repeated going wide eyed. Okay she knows something and is not sharing with the class. "Umm Winston, can I talk to you privitely for a moment?"

"I'll be in the medical bay if you need me. Take your time to catch up. I'm in no hurry. I got all the time in the world." I replied walking toward the building. I can tell where this is going. She's going to ask me to leave so they can talk. Been in this situation a hundred million times before. Only in the end, Dad either got laid or a swift kick in the nuts by the end of the conversation. Either way, I went to the basement to tinker on my car. I am personally in love with the old style royal blue fifties Lincoln continental. Well I guess I shouldn't expect that car when I turn twenty one. Damn it, I already put so many hours into rebuilding her. I was looking forward to riding her down the highway, showing her off at car shows, picking up chicks at the local bars in her. DAMN IT ALL!


(Mercy's POV)

"Feel free to call me crazy from being in a hellish desert for so long, but doesn't Richard look a little bit like Ana or Fareeha?" I whispered to Winston as Richard leisurely walked away. I swear I've seen him somewhere before. The facial structure is too similar to Ana and Fareeha's. They have the same eyes, nose, lip, and chin structure to be coincidental. If Ana were still alive, she'd tell us just by looking at him. She had the uncanny ability to tell who her children are in a crowd, even after being away from them for months on end. Like when she found Fareeha lost in a overcrowded mall in New York City during Christmas. Pin-pointed her sitting by a statue, skipping coins across the water below it. I know because I was there shopping for a gift to give to Winston. I swear I never saw that woman move so fast in her life. Could put Tracer to shame with how quickly she got there. One second she was beside me looking for her daughter, next there was a cloud of dust and she pretty much teleported beside her. How she got there so quickly I'll never know.

"Now that you mention it, I do see a slight resemblance." Winston replied scratching his chin. "Part of the reason why I called you; to test his genealogy while you're here. If memory serves correctly, Ana had two children before she passed. A female with Jack Morris, who is Fareeha and in her early thirties right now. Then twelve years later came a male with Victor, who vanished nearly sixteen years ago after a Omic drone destroyed his house. Supposedly killing him and his four year old child, but the bodies were never found. Just a burnt blanket and safe full of medical records were all that remained."

"You don't think it's Richard do you?" I asked looking back at the kid, who stopped to watch a red cardinal land on his finger. Too many variables, not enough hard facts. "He doesn't act like Ana all that much."

"The thought has crossed my mind. Victor was a genius with technology and 'magic' as he put it. Not outside the realm of possibilities that he transported them to another universe for safety." Winston replied shrugging his shoulders. "The time frame between when Victor disappeared and Richard saying when he got adopted, is too uncanny to completely rule out. Plus he does kind of have Ana's eyes. They both hold the same fire and passion to do good. Plus Richard seems to have had the same heart complication Ana's son had, at least according to his AI." Oh yes, now I remember her second child, from a medical stand point. What did she name him again? I can't remember, it's been so long since I last thought of him. Poor kid was born five months early, his heart was born damaged and infected with a rare genetic disorder. Can't recall the name right off hand. I remember that operation all too well. So many complications, so many ways it could have gone wrong. Had to fight for every second to keep him alive. The operation was a success, but I couldn't fully repair the heart, but could I have extended the expected life rate over to fourteen years instead of the five I originally declared then? Curious on if this child is the same one? Only one way I can know for sure.

"Let's keep this under wraps, at least for now. I'll know more once I properly examine him."


(Richard's POV)

Overwatch medical bay

"Can I have my lollipop now? If I go back in there, you'll either fry what is left of the inside of my head or short circuit ATHENA's processing chip. She does not do too well with MRI machines and neither do I after the fifth time in less then a day." I asked getting up from the MRI tube for the tenth time in the past hour. Got a head ache that could force the Cap down in pure pain. We were back in the medical bay, with Mercy staring at the computers screens in absolute amazement. Is my system really that unique? Last doctor I saw who looked at a screen like that wanted to ship me to area 51 for testing. Shirt was off and hanging on a chair. My bare chest wasn't the image of 'male body builder'. Reasonably tone abs, surgical scar around where my reactor is, moderate in the way of upper body strength.

"I . . . I . . . I'm fine S . . . S . . . Sir. Just some M . . .M . . . Minor corruption in my . . . my . . my speech F . . . F . . . Functions." ATHENA stuttered though the speakers. She never did like MRI machines. The magnets screw with her programming and make her stutter like so. Her chip is EMP hardened, but that doesn't mean she won't 'feel' any side effects. No, she just won't get wiped out from the first idiot to scan me with a magnet. It would take nothing short of a nuclear blast to wipe her programming from her chip. Paid triple for that little feature. Wanted to be sure she won't die on me anytime within the next few decades.

"This can't possibly be right. Every scan say that the mass is sentient in every possible way, but the signature received from the radioactivity tests says it is a source of practically infinite power. Not even the most advanced technologies we have in any field can hope to recreate anything of this caliber, and the chips around it seem to be holding the energy output well within the quarantined lobes. Simply remarkable." She said completely fiber glassed at the test results. She looked back at me like I was either the holy grail of medical science, or their worst possible nightmare. Either way, not good for me in the end. "If only I could see what it truly can do, find a way to do good with something like that. Harness the power held within. We could solve the worlds energy struggles with just a fraction of that power. Save countless lives. The list would be shorter on what we couldn't do with that kind of power."

"Trust me on this one honey, it ain't worth the trouble. My world tried something like that once. One of the WORST ideas anyone has ever come up with." I replied throwing my shirt back on. "Now that I think about it; We were like monkeys banging on a nuclear warhead with hammers, just because we liked the sound it made. Tampering with forces we couldn't possibly hope to control. I can't even control the power it holds after nearly ten years of knowing it was there, what makes the world's governments think that it can do a better job controlling it when they never even glimpsed at it's real power." I muttered the last par of the rant to myself. Apparently the doctor has better hearing then I thought, as she raised an eyebrow at me. Well I think I may have dug myself into a hole this time.

"Richard, what are you not telling the doctor?" She asked giving me a cold stare that would freeze Johnny Storm in seconds. Don't get along with him too well but to be fair, he is kind of an asshole. Jerk set fire to my pizza when I beat him in a race. Mess with my room, I won't even bat an eyelash. Mess with my tech, I'll kick their ass. Mess with ATHENA, I'll make sure they'll never walk again. Mess with my PIZZA, they'll be in for a beat down to remember. Nobody messes with my stuffed crust pizza. NOBODY!

"It's . . . . deeply personal and hard for me to explain or talk about. Let's just leave it at that." I replied heading for the door. The doctor had other plans because she used her staff thing to stop me mid trek, giving me a softer gaze, but still looked determined to get answers. If I know women by now, they will always get what they want; one way or another. I rather not have her poke around in my head.

"I can't make a proper diagnoses without all the answers. At least give me an example of what you're talking about. Please." She informed I can tell this woman won't let me leave, her eyes tell me that much. Okay, what is the cheapest thing in sight. . . . probably the coffee cup beside her. Not much to work with, but it will have to do.

"Can I see that cup real quick?" I asked pointing to the empty Styrofoam cup beside her. She reached over and handed it to me. I took it and held between my hands, one on top, the othe on the bottom. Okay Richard. You can do this. It is small, tiny, insignificant compared to what you did before. I closed my eyes and pictured what I wanted to to become. Baseball? No too common. Gold necklace? No she'll think i'm flirting. She is kind of out of my league and age group. It would be beyond awkward for both of us. What is something small I can change it into . . . bingo figured it out. I opened by eyes as it melted itself down into a grey ball of goo, conforming to the shape of my hand. The most basic form for just about everything, unassigned molecules. I can shape them to look like or act like whatever I want, expand and shrink them to fit my needs to a point. I can't make a star ship out of a foam cup, no I'd need an entire building at least to do that. I can 'feel' the partials within the cup reshape themselves, a feeling I have long since gotten use to. . . . along with the slight headache after words. I threw the ball into the air and snapped my fingers as the once worthless piece of trash, has been transformed into ball of grey nano-goo, then into large red wax candle. It is the best I can come up with on the spot. Something worth basically nothing turned into something that can light up someones night, in more ways then one if used properly. Mercy nodded her head in amusement as I gave them to her. "Imagine something like that on a much . . . much larger scale with less time, more pain, and without any warning. Please let this stay between us Mercy." With that, I walked out of the room unopposed, looking for the closest medicine cabinet that could have Advil.


(Mercy's POV)

Remarkable. He has completely changed the physical, chemical, and atomic structure of a simple disposable coffee cup into something that resembles a dining candle. He just completely shattered what I thought was impossible. I held said candle up to inspect it. Feels exactly like wax, smells just like it too. . . . and can hold a smokeless flame like it as well. By all logical means, it doesn't make any sense at all. How was he able to reconstruct the simple Styrofoam cup into a wax candle so quickly and with nothing but the snap of his fingers. Just like Victor use to do when he was still alive. He can't possibly be Victor, Richard is too young. Plus Victor needed something called an 'Infinity stone' to do anything like that.

"He broke the very fabric of physics with just the snap of his fingers." I mused putting out the candle and turning back to the computer. Luckily I had one machine trained on him during the 'demonstration'. The results I am getting back are nothing short of puzzling. Everything looks normal except the radiation counter. Easily a 5.02% increase from the mass when it happened. Maybe the two are linked, maybe it is completely coincidental. I'd have to run more tests to make sure. Focus Angela, you got a job to do. Let's see if I can find anything out about our mysterious guess here.

"Athena, pull up all the medical records from Ana's male child. Everything even relating to him. I want a birth certificate, vaccination record, medical history, everything you can possibly pull up." I ordered as various paged popped up on the screen.

"I'm sorry but most the data about the child was destroyed in the Miami bombing of Doctor Victor's private home. There is little left about Ramses Von Amari." Athena replied pulling up a picture of a child, I had to pause it right there. He looks so familiar, yet a lot like Richard. Same eyes color, hair color, slightly paler skin tone. Child was smiling at the camera, wearing a pair of Overwatch nightwear as he tried playing with his toy train set. "What few records I can pull up match up with Richard's story quite well. Both have a history with heart trouble, his adoption matches Ramses's disappearance too well, too many things fit into place an match up with the two here. If I didn't know any better, I'd tell you that Richard is Ramses. How ever there is one major problem. Ramses never had a mass in his brain. That is what throws me off from that."

Now I remember this child perfectly. A smile crept up on my face as I thought back all those years ago. Ana had me baby sit him one night when Victor and her went on a date night, Fareeha was at a sleep over with her friends at the time, if I remember correctly. Stunningly at such a young age he was fascinated with mechanics and science. I remember setting up a simple potato clock with him to keep him entertained. Some how it evolved from basic science experiments to trying to take apart and putting an old calculator back together. The kid was an absolute genius, even at such a young age. Maybe in time he could have been able to stand on the same podium as Winston.

"Age this forward sixteen years. What he should look like if he were alive today. While you're at it, give me a fertility test on Richard. Set worldwide parameters to Egyptian and European backgrounds. Specifically see if it matches up with Ana Amari first and foremost." I ordered wiping a single tear away. Been way too long since I last thought of that night. Been years since I thought that far back, when the world was in more chaos and in need of heroes. Hell it needs heroes now. But Overwatch has it's hands tied right now. I can only do so much on my own, I can only be so many places at once. Overwatch ended for a reason, I just wish Winston could see that and move on. He's too clung to the past, those days are over now. World has left us, tore us apart and forced us away from one another.

"Matching the aged picture of Ramses to the one I took of Richard five seconds ago." Athena relayed as various loading bars appeared on the screens. The more the picture of Ramses aged, the more he begun to look like Richard. There is no possible way. "A 87.35% facial match. Do I really need to run the fertility test? We both know what it will say at this point."

"I need to be sure. 100% sure he is Ana's kid. No doubt in my mind he is, but there is the off chance that I could be wrong. Use what stored data you have on Ana's DNA genome." I replied slinking down in my chair, holding my head as Athena begun the test. I can't believe it. I simply can't believe it. He's alive. Ramses has been alive this whole time, in another universe as well. What do I tell Fareeha? How would she even react? Would she even remember him at all? And to end the internal debate, Athena's results popped up on screen.


(Richard's POV)

I stood at the main recreation room of the facility. Enormous windows plastered the bright white wall, large multi-section sofa with a oak coffee table within arms reach of it, pitch black lanolin blanketed the ground under me. Few well watered plants tied the whole room together. My armor recharging on a oversized armor stand. But none of that has my attention. What does have my attention right now was the TV screen showing news reports on the middle east. Not just any terror attacks on there, but attacked used with advanced technologies; MY tech! Dad's JERICHO misses completely leveled and demolished the remains of a poor marred city, with my CHIMERA missiles slaughtering the survivors of the first launch. Servos of anti-air/armor direct energy pulse batteries blasted aircraft out of the skies. Tanks fell to just a grizzly fate as the batteries were soon aimed at them, tearing though them in a wave of red and green.

"The remains of a poor Egyptian town are being decimated my a rouge Anti-Omnic group. Laying waste to hundreds of thousand of human and Omnic lives, and countless amounts in property damage alone. . . . . " The female reporter's voice spoke with a clear voice and tone. My knuckles were pale as my finger nails digging into my palms. It sickens me deeply to see my babies being used to kill innocents like this. Makes me feel like I am personally responsible for all their deaths. In a way I am for creating them. But I never, EVER, in my entire life intended for them to be used like this. This is just down right inhumane how it is being used. Now I know how Dad felt when the Ten rings got his tech. Sickens me to my core that my tech dare be used against innocent civilians. "With no political wants and too advanced of tech, there is little hope for these poor refugees. All they can do is watch as their beloved city burns to the ground."

"Richard I highly advise you pick something else to watch, something relaxing preferably for our hosts. You're currently melting down one of their stools." ATHENA warned. Quick glance to my right was all I needed to see. The wooden side table was indeed melting as if it were ice, going down to the grey goo I come to know and hate. One major downside to my curse, it can unwillingly activate from my emotions if they're too extreme. Like for example if I'm pissed, like right now, some things around me act like the floor is made of lava. That poor table just happens to be the weakest object around me right now.

"No A, I need to see this. I need to see just how badly this world needs a hero." I replied tightening my death grip, drawing blood as well. "That is my tech over there. MY tech! I designed every aspect of those missiles and battery. What in the hell are they doing in the hands of those murderers." I can 'feel' everything around me, the urge to lash out is really tempting right now. I just feel the need to break something.

"Richard calm down. Our hosts would like to keep their living room in one piece." She replied sounding more concerned.

"No A, you don't understand. Those are my babies over there, wreaking havoc on everything! What am I suppose to do! Be happy that my pride and joy is being used to slaughter thousands!?" I replied, watching my poor missiles forced to destroy so many lives.

"Do it master. Unleash our power on them. Show the world what we can do." The voices from earlier spoke once more. Didn't help the situation at all, if anything it pissed me off even more. I can 'feel' the table moving over to me, building and jumbling together as it done so. I don't even care about the headache right now. I just care about finding those assholes and ensuring my babies won't hurt anyone ever again . . . even if it means I have to destroy them.

" . . . . In the distance, you can hear a little boy screaming 'where are my mother and father'. Without any means of getting close to destroying the anti-air and armor weapons, the world governments can do little to help. Personnel can't get close enough with the ever looming threat of the missiles and heavy energy batteries. . . . ." She spoke once more with a voice filled with dread. I forced myself to look away as the goo reformed into the table. I walked to the window and watched the waves crash onto the beach below. ". . . . a mercenary under the code name of 'Soldier:76' and an unnamed bounty hunter have joined the fray, escorting Civilians out of the rubble as quickly as they can. But just as quickly as they're being moved, many more are being slaughtered. Without any means of back up or support, there is nothing out there but hope for those two brave souls. . . . " I looked back at the screen for a second. Some sniper girl in a hawk like outfit picked off who she can from a distance, while some dude with a visor and pulse rifle covered the people's escape. They'll get slaughtered if the batteries aimed directly at them. I got to do something . . . ANYTHING! ". . . We are all asking the same question. That who, if anyone, can truly stand in their way." I looked directly at my suit, standing there idle on the charging port on the far wall, reactor flickering as it tried to accept the charge given to it. Begging me to get in, taunting me to go help. I can't help. I'm just one guy. What can I possibly do . . . . I am just one guy, one guy with a billion dollar suit of armor and unimaginable power. As much as I hate to use that little curse, I am going to need it to take out those monsters.

"ATHENA open up the armor and tell our hosts I'm going out for a bit. I got work that needs done." I ordered marching over to the suit.

"Sir, I would consider avoiding any type of combat for the time being. Least till we know how this world really works." She tried to plead, but fell on deaf ears as the suit opened up in front of me.

"Can't do that A, those people need a hero down there. We're just the type that fits the bill." I replied as I felt the mechanical joints wrap themselves around me. The familiar rush of my HUD starting up as it should. Everything looking okay. Power at 63%, going to have to do for now.

"You sure you want to do this. Once we start down this path again, there is no going back." ATHENA warned. The path of a hero is not a smooth or easy one. Filled with unimaginable horrors and the worst kinds of torment one can think of. But if my suffering means others can live in peace, then so be it. There is little the world can throw at me that it hasn't already, I'm use to it all by now.

"Hack that feed and find out where it is transmitting from. Set a course for there and open up a window, we're going on a Sunday drive." I ordered as the windows slid aside as I walked toward them. Feel good being back in something familiar, if only it were for better reason. I activated the thrusters and took off at blinding speeds over the ocean. All those people need my help. I built those machines, and I damn well intend on being the one who destroys them.


That's a wrap people. Hope you enjoyed. I must say one thing, the history in Overwatch is a MAJOR pain in my ass to figure out without a proper timeline or dates. Going off blind theories and mostly my own made up head canon of the timeline there. The dates on exactly what happened where are a pain, so half the crap I am adding up and going with it.

We dive into Richard's character some more, fleshed out his possible past a bit. But you all won't know for sure till next chapter. Can he be Ana's lost son and Pharah's lost brother? Possible, but then who is Victor? I won't spoil a thing. I am sure you all already know. Any Marvel fan knows who I am hinting at here. I did do some research on how the infinity stones work. Yes they don't work outside their own universe, but since this is a fanfiction, I can let minor shit like that slide and find some bullshit excuse for it later. Nearing midnight and I have no excuse so none yet. See you all next chapter when Richard starts kicking ass.

~Dgreen20