"And now we move on to our next segment. The city of Highbury was left quaking after an explosion in one of its downtown apartment buildings caught the building aflame, endangering many lives within. Overwatch members already on the scene set immediately to evacuating the building, the daring rescue spearheaded by our newest striped hero," the newscaster said, her too-white teeth glistening in the bright lights of the set. She shuffled the papers in front of her, her bright gaze and fake smile never leaving the camera as the feed shifted to show a picture of you, exhausted, covered in soot, but still smiling brightly as you stood next to the crusader who towered above you. "With an amazing zero death toll and very few seriously injured, it seems our little Monarch, with the help of her teammates, has saved the day yet again. Don?"

The feed cut to another newscaster, standing outside the new Overwatch base currently being constructed outside the London city limits. He was a short, rounded man, whose smile was so fake it almost hurt to look at, but he seemed to hold a certain excitement about him that kept your eyes glued on him. "Yes, Lisa, the new hero who sprang out of the woodwork upon Overwatch's reinstatement certainly has created quite a reputation for herself! Fearlessly diving out of thirteen-storey windows, charging headfirst into burning buildings, carrying grown men to safety, and even tending to the wounded, it seems there is nothing this fierce bee is not willing to do for the people. Even still, so much about this new heroic medic is unknown to us. Where did she come from? How did she come to gain her abilities? And just who is this Monarch? As of yet, she has denied any and all personal interviews, leaving the public to speculate as to-"

"That's enough of that," you muttered, leaning over to mute the news broadcast, frowning. It'd only been a month since you joined the roster, five months since Overwatch had been reinstated, and six months since you'd started your training. In that time, you had been kept no secret as reporters had swarmed the compound, at Jack's behest, of course, and there had been nowhere to hide. Had you looked like any other agent there, they might have left you alone. Your scars were fine, so many other agents had them all over the place, no, it was your wings that got you in trouble.

Immediately, you'd been marked as an up-and-coming hero, and the press just ate you up. They chewed you down with question after question, many of which you hadn't wanted to answer. You wanted to keep some privacy to yourself, and, for the most part, you had. Your superiors looked out for you, thankfully, each of them gently coaxing the reporters away from those prodding questions and onto other things while you were in their presence. Jessie and Hanzo had also been so good about keeping your relationship a secret, knowing that what you three had would be twisted in the eyes of the press. It had been hard for Jessie to keep his hands off of you, and Hanzo had to stop himself from scowling too much when any of the reporters got too close. You spent that week alone in your own room. It felt strange falling asleep without at least one body pressed against you, and waking to an empty bed, and you were so grateful to return to the scent of cigar smoke and cherry blossoms that typically clung to your sheets in the mornings.

"Aww, c'mon, darlin', I like this channel,'' Jesse pouted, looking up from the kitchenette and over to where you and Hanzo sat curled up on the couch. His hair was a mess, as it usually was after a shower, with little pieces sticking up here and there from where he had vigorously rubbed a towel over it. "It's always featurin' my favourite things."

You snorted softly, shaking your head as the screen changed to feature a video of you leaping out of the window earlier this morning, your usually yellow suit coated in a thick layer of soot, one of your hindwings obviously torn, and little Lizzie clutched tightly to your chest. Watching from the outside, you could appreciate your form when you twisted mid-air, your wings catching the air flow and diverting it to allow you to glide. Whoever captured this must have experience filming you in flight, as they were able to easily predict when you were about to take a turn and kept you in the centre of the footage nearly the entire time.

"Why settle for the newscast when the real disappointment is sitting right in front of you," you murmured, letting out a sigh as Raijin slid out from under the couch to come cuddle on your lap. Jack's words still echoed through your mind and you cringed, knowing that you weren't the only one who had heard them, not with the amount of people that had been in the same general area.

Hanzo's arm tightened around you and he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. "You are not a disappointment, Hachi. You did a wonderful job out there, even if you stressed out both of your partners despite us asking you to be careful." His voice was laced with a light growl that tickled your skin. Despite the light, playful tone, you could hear the worry underneath. The worry had a familiar buzz to it, a sudden reminder that they knew well, and perhaps were too familiar with, the things that could happen on a mission like that. They'd been through so much, alone and together, and their minds didn't hesitate to remind them of what could go wrong, of what could happen to you. You weren't as invincible as you might portray yourself to be, and they knew that all too well.

A guilty pang struck your chest, and you managed a small, apologetic smile as you ran your fingers through the dragon's mane. "I am a brat, aren't I?" you asked, an attempt at a light-hearted apology. You wouldn't apologise for saving those people's lives, but you would apologise for making them worry.

His chuckle was soft, brushing through your hair as he shifted, casting a glance over to Jess, who stood by the kitchenette counter, smirking. "That you are, Hachi. If only you'd leave that in the bedroom."

You responded by sticking your tongue out at him, noting how the air in the room, which had started to become pregnant with tension, lightened. You were grateful for it, not wanting to dive into heavy topics right now. What you really wanted was for Jesse to abandon whatever he was doing in the kitchenette and come join you and Hanzo on the couch, but you would settle for one boyfriend and a dragon.

In your lap, Raijin squeaked and twisted around to also stick his tongue out at his master, his little ears stuck lopsided from being pressed against your leg. He held such joy in mimicking your actions that you didn't have the heart to stop him, even if he himself was turning into a miniature brat. Perhaps the antics Rai would get up to would remind Han of you while he was away, and that thought made you proud.

Hanzo merely smiled, shaking his head at the little dragon. "They used to be such dignified beasts before you, Hachi," he murmured, watching as his spirit beast wriggled around in your lap to expose his belly, keening softly for your attention, the fur of his mane sticking up in so many directions from being manipulated by your fingers. "Now I wonder if they would be capable of hurting a fly."

"Aww, they're still scary! Aren't you leanbh?" you asked, picking Raijin up by his armpits and holding him out in front of you. "Show me those big scary teeth."

Raijin curled back his muzzle, exposing his sharp, tiny teeth in a playful growl. For added drama, he brought his claws up and swiped lazily at the air, which garnered a short laugh from his master. The sound vibrated out from his chest, making you smile. Hanzo's laughter was rare, even if you were dating, and the sound of it never failed to give you some form of butterflies. Today, it was a reminder that you were here, that you were safe. It took your mind off of the things you were troubled over, off the thumbdrive you'd yet to look through, off the young woman who'd given it to you, off the plot of the last mission. The one thing it couldn't get it off of was the fact that Han wasn't going to be around for much longer.

As much an active agent as you were yourself, Hanzo wasn't immune to being called away from time to time, and neither was Jesse. It was becoming rare when you three were all at home at the same time, with at least one of you being shipped off to some remote corner of the world every other week. Right now, it was all about appearances, assuring the world that Overwach was still capable of doing what it had before, but, eventually, it would be more dangerous than that. So, you were learning to cherish the quiet moments like this.

"Hey now, those are some mighty sad eyes you've got there, sugar," Jesse murmured, startling you back to the world with a gentle hand on the back of your neck. You hadn't even noticed him coming over and collapsing down beside you, sandwiching you between your partners, too lost in thought. "What're you thinkin' about?"

You gently set Raijin down in your lap, letting the little dragon curl up against your stomach while you leaned over, resting your head against Jesse's chest, wishing this moment didn't have to end.

As easily as breathing, Jesse and Hanzo moved around you, sensing the melancholy. Jesse pulled you against him, arms wrapping gently around you in his warm embrace. The familiar weight of his arms on your shoulders was calming, as was the feeling of Hanzo's fingers brushing through your hair. It surprised you sometimes how entirely they could engulf you like this, how easily they could brush away any feelings of loneliness in you, any sense of jealousy for one of them. You compared yourself to both of them constantly, it was true, and you would admit sometimes you became jealous of the relationship they shared with each other, but somehow they always managed to turn around and make you feel so loved that you forgot all of that.

"I'm thinking about how unfair this all is," you murmured, closing your eyes and surrendering yourself to the comfortable void created by the both of them. With Jesse's warm, sturdy chest at your back and Hanzo's gentle reminders that he was there as well, it was easy to feel lost in the safest void in existence. "It feels like just when one of you gets back, the other has to leave."

Jesse chuckled, the hearty sound reverberating through his chest as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "You got spoiled over the past few months, didn't you, princess?" he asked teasingly, letting you slip a hand into his much larger one, your tiny fingers slotting perfectly between his. "I promise it ain't always gonna be like this. The roster is large enough that we aren't gonna always be gone. Maybe one day they'll send you as our medic."

You smiled and shook your head. "Well, then you'd have to listen to me, and we both know you don't take orders from tiny winged women, Jess."

You felt the smirk that spread across his lips before he shifted, lifting an arm to wrap it around you, holding you lightly. "Despite how bossy you get," he teased, leaning his head down so that his breath tickled your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Harder this, and deeper that, and hardly ever a please. It gets 'specially worse when you start to call me Da-"

Your cheeks began to heat up and you turned to quickly press your hands against his face to shut him up, wings sticking straight up from your back, almost smacking Hanzo in the face. "Jesus, Jess," you breathed, rolling your eyes at him through the smile that stuck to your lips.

Laughter bubbled up beneath your fingers, followed quickly by the swipe of his tongue against the skin, making you withdraw your hands in disgust. "Resortin' to blasphemy, darlin'?" he asked, his smile all too confident and smug.

"It's not blasphemy if it's not my god," you shot back, wiping your hands off on his shirt.

He leaned forward, his voice low. "With how often you scream his name, anyone could have been fooled."

As you stuttered through a retort, your wings were pressed gently against your back as Hanzo shifted, chuckling and shaking his head. "Jesse, stop teasing her. We were having such a wonderful time until you came along."

Sticking your tongue out, you wriggled free of Jesse's grip and shoved at his shoulder, knocking him on his side. "You sit on the other side of the couch! To horny jail with you!"

Jesse laughed, letting you push him over onto the other side until he could rest his elbow against the arm rest. From there, he pouted, watching you cuddle up against your other boyfriend, wings twitching happily. "Aw, come on, baby."

You looked around, mimicking a search for the source of his words. "Oh, sorry, did I just hear the whisper of a voice? It's hard to hear horny jail inmates. Did you hear anything, Han?"

Hanzo chuckled, rubbing your arm. "No, I don't think I did."

"Oh, so now you're in on it, Hannybear?" He chuckled, a grin poking through that adorable puppy-like pout of his. "You both gonna pretend I'm not here?"

You gasped softly, sitting up and gently patting Hanzo's chest. "You know, now that Jesse's not here, we can finally watch that movie we've been wanting to, Han!" you said, grinning devilishly. Jesse hated rom-coms, you loved them, and Hanzo didn't really mind watching them with you, though you were sure he secretly enjoyed them.

"Which one? Valentine's Day or About Time?" Hanzo asked, smiling as Jesse let out a soft groan.

"Hmm, how about both? You don't leave until Friday, right? We'll have plenty of time to watch them tonight!" You gave him those puppy eyes that you knew he had a hard time resisting, and smiled brightly when he rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Just as long as you're in bed by midnight, Hachi. I know you have a meeting with the Commander tomorrow morning and I don't want you to be late for that." His smile softened and he reached forward, gently caressing your cheek. In that moment, you were suddenly struck with the warm happiness that rolled off him in waves.

The feeling made your heart flutter and your own smile soften as you reached up, resting your hand over his and lacing your fingers together. His hand was warm and reassuring on your cheek, a welcome, comforting weighted reminder of his affection. Sometimes it amazed you how gentle he could be, you'd seen his cruel, indifferent side, watched as he snapped and snarled at teammates for stepping out of line. But the moment he laid eyes on you, he melted, all smiles and soft touches where before there had been - metaphorical - bared teeth and claws. It was like he became an entirely different person.

Gratitude and warmth filling your chest, you leaned forward, bunting your forehead against his as the unspoken thoughts flowed between you. "Okay," you murmured, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose before rubbing yours against his, giggling softly. "Now, you sit tight, I'm going to make the popcorn."

When you came back with the popcorn, fresh and hot in the bowl, you found Jesse had moved back across the couch, taking up the position you had recently been in. He shot you a cheeky grin when you raised an eyebrow, gesturing for you to set the popcorn down on the coffee table.

"I've been bailed out," he said triumphantly, scooting over a bit before he dragged you back down to the couch with one hand, unleashing a volley of light kisses on your face as he wrapped his arms around you.

You laughed and scrunched up your face, holding your breath until he was finished and you could breathe again. Peeking up through one opened eye, you took in his smile, tracing the little crinkled lines around his eyes with your gaze. "I can see that! Are you going to stay and watch the movies with us?"

He sighed, looking down into your hopeful eyes, his smile unwavering. "Only for you, sweetpea. But you better not fall asleep this time. You always fall asleep during movies."

"I'll try," you said, kissing his cheek before you pulled back to settle between them, lovingly curled up against each of their sides. Jesse's arm reached over your shoulders, his fingers running through Hanzo's hair while his other hand rested in one of yours. You fell asleep halfway through the second movie, wings tucked neatly against your back, completely content and surrounded by your partners. You swore you could hear Jesse's chuckle and a soft, "Told you," as you drifted off.