Call to Action

A call came in on her phone, the one she kept in her pocket while out on duty somewhere in the world. She had been ever so busy with the recent events, even more so now that she was contemplating over the video she had received a month ago. Doctor Angela Ziegler, better known by her moniker Mercy from when she had been with Overwatch, had been very busy of late.

Since the disbanding of Overwatch a few years prior she had set up a world class medical facility in her home country of Switzerland and provided emergency aid to all who came. She had also made it a founding principle that the staff, and her, would act as rapid response combat medics with members deployed to every battlefield on the planet. Wherever there were people suffering, Mercy and the multiple other world class doctors and nurses would rush in to help.

Then that video ended up in her inbox. That video, and the recall initiative. Winston sitting in his lab all the way in the old Gibraltar watchpoint pleading for the former members of Overwatch to take up the old banner and act as a force for good again. When she had first watched it, she had wanted to dismiss it, maybe even delete the video and just go back to her work. But she couldn't, no matter how much she wanted to.

The fact of the matter was that Angela missed Overwatch and her friends, despite the flaws the organisation had had. They had helped people, and had pioneered breakthroughs. Overwatch had been on the forefront of medical science as well as combat tech, as much as she found distaste with that second section. More importantly Overwatch had been a proactive force, rather than reactive like her current occupation.

It had been a few weeks since then, filled with nights of half sleep and too many operations to keep count and a plane to bring her back home from the middle east before she arrived at her decision and found that she had already made it the instant Winston came asking for help.

A good doctor never refuses anyone's call to aid.

She opened the recall initiative email again and without a moment to second guess herself pressed the accept button. She knew that now Winston would have received the secure affirmation that Mercy had come back to help, while any organisations that looked at this email from her end would see that she had resoundingly refused the call. "Well, what's done is. Don't make me regret it Winston"

She brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear a she contemplated about what this would mean and so didn't notice the phone buzzing away in her pocket at first. Once she did, she quickly pulled it out and looked at the number being displayed. She recognised it as that of her receptionist who handled all calls coming from outside the organisation before answering it.

"Sorry about that Elias, I was distracted. What is it?"

On the other end of the phone Elias, a man in his early 20s and eager to help despite his lack of medical knowledge, was an excellent people person who had time and again proven invaluable in keeping moral up in those he spent time with. He was also incredibly good at his job, and had become an invaluable asset as a result. "It's no worry Miss Ziegler, I just needed to inform you that we have a doctor in France on the line for you. He said he had a matter of great importance to discuss with you."

This was nothing new, the organisation she had founded had become well known within the medical field for always being at or at least near the cutting edge and so often got calls from unaffiliated doctors who had received patients who needed their specialist care, or from doctors who were in need of training for some new equipment and even some who were looking for a job. "Thank you, Elias. Put them through please."

She sat down as she spoke into the chair behind her desk, listening as Elias connected their calls and disconnected himself. It took a second but soon she heard the nervous voice of a man speaking in broken English. He spoke slowly and, if not for the tone and occasionally shuddered breaths, she would have presumed him to be calm. But that nervousness was there, and she was immediately worried. "Hello, is this a Doctor Angela Ziegler? Formerly of Overwatch?"

She tensed up at the mention of Overwatch, her choice to re-join still weighing on her mind. "…Yes, it is. Might I know who I have the pleasure of speaking to?"

"Of course, pardon my…manners? Yes, manners." English was very clearly not his primary or even secondary language. "I am Doctor Hervé Vaux, operating out of Paris. I have a patient you may be interested in given your past and one I would very much appreciate your assistance with."

"Of course, Doctor Vaux, though may I ask how my past plays a role?" She was growing tenser by the second. The worry in this man's voice was getting to her, and she had a feeling the answer to the question she had just asked would give an answer that she wasn't ready for.

She was right, and very soon found herself glad she had sat down before taking this call. "Oh yes, of course. I am…ahem…how do I say this? I currently have in my care the wanted terrorist known as Widowmaker, passed out in one of my medical beds"

Angela froze. She had to take a few seconds to mentally register what the man had just said, and even then, if it wasn't for the seriousness and the discomfort in his voice, she would have thought he was playing a bad joke on her. As it stood, she couldn't believe he was lying, and the way he spoke wasn't that of a well-trained actor putting on a performance.

She took a deep breath, and relaxed the tension that had snapper her muscles taut as she thought back to her days in Overwatch. Despite never having the misfortune to run into the famed sniper herself, everyone that was part of Overwatch knew of Widowmaker and all that she had done. How she was responsible for countless deaths, including that of Captain Ana Amari and many other Overwatch agents of the time. By all accounts she was a monster, a woman who had one day killed her husband Gérard Lacroix and abandoned her own name before joining Talon to become a perfect killing machine.

And now she was laying in a medical bed passed out somewhere in Paris, and Mercy was the one who got a call from the doctor who had taken her in. It was almost inconceivable, and if the mood wasn't so tense, she might have laughed. "Why are you telling me and not the authorities?"

"Because she is hurt, and she is my patient Doctor Ziegler." She smiled at that, if only slightly. That's exactly how she would have done as well. Even killers can be in need of help, and they can be turned in after they are patched up. But still, she was confused as to why she had been called up. "I understand Doctor Vaux, though I am still lost as to why you are informing me, or what even caused her to end up with you"

"I am not sure of how she arrived here myself, but I am telling you as I had preformed a cat scan while she was unconscious after noticing bruising on the back of her head and…I found something peculiar that I thought you with your experience and your past would like to know about."

Mercy had already gotten up by the time he had finished his sentence, walking over to a hidden hatch in her wall where a briefcase was stashed. A briefcase containing her Valkyrie battle suit, her disassembled Caduceus Staff and her Caduceus Blaster as well as a few other necessities. Pulling it out and checking everything was there while holding the phone to her head she found everything in order before shutting it and making her way to the exit. She'd have to take one of the rapid response private aircraft they had on hand to make her way to Paris as fast as possible, and to avoid her questionable items being flagged by customs. "What did you find Doctor Vaux? What am I going to be dealing with when I get there?"

"I…I find it hard to describe. I would have to show you the charts, but for now I shall be keeping her sedated until you arrive. Let me send you my address" and with that, the phone call ended. A moment later she received a text from Elias with the address of the clinic Doctor Vaux worked at, and if he should make her arrangements to head over there. She replied in the affirmative, telling him to get the fastest plane they had immediately.

By the time she reached the front doors a car was already waiting for her to take her to the airport. She got in, placed her suitcase on the seat next to her and as her door was shut rubbed her forehead as everything raced through her mind.

She was going to Paris, and she would find one of Overwatches most hated there. It was going to be a long night.

Chapter End

Told you that other characters perspectives would happen soon. I was originally debating between if Winston would be alerted to where Widowmaker was or Mercy, but eventually decided to settle on Mercy as she herself is a doctor that had been operating in the world at the time and not in hiding like Winston.

I have taken a few liberties with Canon obviously, though I did manage to keep Mercy in the middle east where she was when the recall message was sent out. I do hope that I have managed to do her justice, and made her reaction to all of this news believable.

Also, besides any criticism, any names for Mercy's organisation would be much appreciated as I was only drawing a blank when writing this haha!

See you next chapter.