"Hey, Winston," Tracer let her head drop over the edge of the table she was lying on to look at her best friend. A gorilla. Well, a really smart gorilla. Her legs were in the air and crossed at the ankles as they swayed left, then right. "I got a question."

"Hmm?" Winston made a sound as he adjusted the glasses on his face, so that he could better see… whatever it was he was looking at. Some sort of tech thingy. They were almost always thingys to Tracer. Unless that thingy involved planes.

"Are you even listening?" Tracer's eyes narrowed behind her orange goggles.

"Yeah….sure…." Winston nodded as he picked up a screwdriver. He totally wasn't.

"Think we're out of peanut butter."

"What?" the gorilla looked up suddenly, then over at the english girl. "We are?"

A wide grin split Tracer's face as she crossed her arms over her chest and flexed her feet. "Nope, all good there."

With a blink, followed by a deep sigh, Winston turned back to his shield modulator. "What do you want?"

"I wanted to ask you about that kid," Trancer shrugged as she blinked, then was sitting on the table with her legs crossed under her.

"What kid?"

With a huff, Tracer blew a stray bit of hair back out of her eyes. "The kid from the museum."

Winston paused to regard the woman. "Museum….Oh! The Overwatch exhibit we crashed through last month?"

"Yeah, that's the one," Tracer grinned again before turning thoughtful. "How'd you think the kid used the gauntlet?"

Having gone back to his project, Winston shrugged. "Oh, he…." Then Winston paused. He frowned. Then he looked at Tracer. "I have no idea." He hated not knowing.

"Ha!" Tracer barked a laugh. "Not so brilliant right now, huh?'

Rolling his eyes, Winston set the modulator down before turning to regard his friend. "What took you this long to ask about that, anyway?"

"Too much runnin' 'round I guess," Tracer shrugged. "First time in a bit that I've got a chance to think. Been buggin' me since though."

Nodding, Winston dropped himself into a chair and rolled over to the computer, flicking it on. His fingers danced across a keyboard that was specially designed to fit his large hands, bringing several screens too life.

A flash of blue and Tracer blinked across the room to stand behind Winston, her eyes flickering from one screen to another. They all showed the same thing, the Overwatch exhibit at the Numbani museum, except from different viewpoints.

Skimming through footage, people and time flashed by before coming to a stop as the two boys began walking through the exhibit. The younger one had what appeared to be a green cast on his right wrist, and seemed to be excited, dashing from item to item and regaling the older boy with stories about Overwatch's more flamboyant missions.

The older boy kept the hood of his blue sweatshirt over his head and his hands in his pockets. He gazed around the room with seeming disinterest. At first it seemed to be the kind of attention that only an older sibling could give a younger one, but something just seemed...off.

Tracers shared a smile and chuckle as the younger boy mentioned Soundquake, and his ridiculous chest missiles. And Fusionator...that name brought a memory both woman and gorilla would care to forget.

"What's this?" the older boy seemed mildly interested as he approached Doomfist's gauntlet. At least he did until the younger began excitedly retelling the battle between Overwatch and Doomfist that had taken place in downtown Numbani.

As he finished the story, seemingly in a single breath, the older boy gave a sad shake of his head and turned away. "Those are just stories from the vid archives. Overwatch was shut down. Half of them are just mercenaries now."

Tracer frowned slightly as she looked down. "Somethin' 'bout the way he talks…"

With a small nod, Winston sighed. "Yeah. Kid's probably going through something. Sounds like he lost hope."

The conversation dropped as the image of Winston, himself, crashed through the clear ceiling panels, a struggling Widowmaker in his arms.

"Ha! Surreal watchin' fights like this," Tacer laughed as she watched herself blink into the fight.

"Indeed it- Ah, there!" Winston paused the battle as Tracer lept from behind the cover she had hid behind as her accelerator recharged.

The main screen shifted to a camera that gave a clearer image of the boys. In it, the older boy looked older than the Overwatch pair had assumed at first, given his height. Which, in hindsight, was silly, considering that they worked with Torbjorn.

Looking around the display case the boys were behind, the older looked and the younger and seemed to decide something. "Stay here," he said.

"What is he…" Tracer frowned and leaned in closer, leaning on Winston's shoulder as she watched the boy dart from cover, sliding behind the smaller case the Doomfist was in. As she watched, Widowmaker, firing upon Tracer and Winston, failed to notice as the boy reached up and snatched the gauntlet, then ducking back.

As she turned to collect her prize, however, Widowmaker actually looked startled when she saw the gauntlet was missing. Which gave Tracer a small laugh.

The pair watched Widowmaker begin a slow walk, her eyes darting around. She had almost moved to where the boy would have been uncovered, but the younger called out, "Look out!"

Widowmaker's helmet closed as she spun, her rifle coming up. And Winston paused the video.

"Aw, c'mon," Tracer's head dropped. "We were just about at the good part! All I saw was the flash and Makey was flying through display cases!"

Snorting, Winston half turned to look at the overactive woman. "I didn't see any more than you did, but I'd like to get a better look at what the boy is doing," Winston sniffed as he changed cameras with a foot. While not looking.

"Show off," Tracer muttered as she stood and stretched.

"What was that?"

"Nothin' luv," Tracer grinned. "Let's see what the kid does, yeah?"

Eying Tracer for a moment Winston turned back to the display. From the angle he had switched to, they could clearly see the boy clutching the the gauntlet to his chest as he kept a look in the direction of Widowmaker.

But the look on his face wasn't one of fear, or panic. It was more akin to anger….no...irritation? The boy looked more annoyed at being hunted by a world class assassin.

"Hnh," Winston shrugged as he hit the 'play' button. "Interesting kid…"

As the boy's brother called out, the boy himself looked startled for the first time as a small wave of panic swept over his face. Fear for his brother.

As Widowmaker turned and brought up her rifle, the boy's face shifted to pure anger as the gauntlet snapped closed around his forearm, a greenish light building up inside it. With a snarl, the boy swung out of cover, coming straight to his feet with his arm pulled back.

"Hey!" the boy yelled, catching Widowmaker's attention. But just as the woman turned enough to see him, the boy's arm swung, cracking into the assassin's helmet and shattering the faceplate in a pulse of energy that seemed more blue than the green it had been before.

The flash had been bright enough that Athena, Overwatch's AI, automatically dimmed the screen, enabling the watchers to see the energy pulse throw the would-be killer across the room, smashing displays as she went, while the boy himself was knocked flat on his back, the Doomfist coming loose and landing next to him, sparks coming from inside of it.

Widowmaker stood slowly, giving her head a small shake and spitting out a bit of blood. If nothing else, Tracer had to give the boy credit. He managed to really piss the near emotionless woman off.

After that, the battle progressed pretty much as the pair remembered it. Down to the cheesey, "The world could always use more heroes," line Tracer was fond of. But this time, after the battle, and the boys were left alone, the younger hugged the older boy tightly, proclaiming everything to have been 'awesome' and demanding to know when Brian, now they had a name for the face, was going to be joining Overwatch, which pulled a smile to the woman and gorilla's faces.

As the younger boy turned and ran off, imitating things he had seen in the battle, Winston reached forward to turn off the monitor, only to be stopped by Tracer's hand. Following it up, Winston saw the color drain from her face as Tracer nodded to the screen. "Winston...look…"

Frowning at his friend's expresion, Winston turned back, only to feel his own face go slack.

Brian stood by himself, his back to his younger brother as his gaze moved from the hole in the ceiling down to his right hand. The hand that glowed with a blue light for a moment, only to vanish as the younger boy ran back to him. The pair then turned away and walked out to face the rather late security.

This time, Winston clicked off the monitor before sitting back in his chair and staring at Athena's floating 'A' icon.

"Lena," Winston turned to Tracer. "How much did you like Numbani?"

"I dunno," Lena shrugged. "Dinna' really get much of a chance, seeing as how we were mostly just huntin' Talon and wot."

"Think Emily would like it?" Winston scratched at his chin.

"Sure," Lena shrugged again. "It's warm, sunny. London's a bit rainy at the moment." Then, as if realizing something, her eyes narrowed at the great primate. "Why?"

Slowly, a wide grin split Winston's face. "I was thinking maybe the two of you might want to visit Numbani for a few months. Get an apartment, relax, see the sights…"

"Track down our mysterious spider puncher maybe?" Lena sighed and looked at the ceiling. "I'll ask Emily, but I can't really see her saying 'no' with the way the weather is."

"Good! Good," Winston nodded with satisfaction. "Because I already rented you an apartment."

"Winston!"