So school started back up again and I'm still trying to get settled into it, but some of the people I have school with make me want to launch myself out a window. Besides that, here's chapter 22. Enjoy.

Overwatch Base, Watchpoint: Gibraltar.

After a half an hour of being unconscious, Peter finally woke back up to realize he's in a cell. Worst, the three Talon turncoats were with him in the cell. Where everyone else is at was a mystery to Peter.

"So how about we try this again?" Peter heard the same gruff voice before he was knocked out. It was Solider 76, and he was all but willing to turn them over to S.H.I.E.L.D. He was standing outside of their cell with Winston and a guy with a obsession with medieval armor.

"You do realize that if we were with Talon, we wouldn't be stupid enough to come knocking on your front door Jack." Reaper said. Peter remembered that Reaper and Soldier 76 used to be best friends or something like that before the fallout of Overwatch. It didn't seem like the "good old days" card was going to help them with this.

Ignoring what Reaper said, he turned his attention back on to Peter. "Why did you come here?" Peter had to admit, the visor was scaring him a little.

"Tracer said that Winston could help us find the X-Men. Or at least, the rest of them." Peter said. He got up from the floor, only to have the worst headache of his life.

"And how am I supposed to know you wouldn't turn on us?" Soldier 76 asked.

"C'mon, I'm Spiderman." Is what Peter wanted to say, but it was bad enough that more than 4 people that weren't the sirens knew his secret identity. Instead he responded "I'm not a terrorist. Doesn't work if you're born in New York."

"Not you." Soldier 76 said. He turned his attention to the three ex-soldiers from Talon. "How am I supposed to trust these three when they worked with people thay want to take over the world?" Peter had to admit he had a point. He trusted Sombra because he couldn't risk trusting any one else in Talon, trusted Reaper because he said he was helping keep Widowmaker free, and completely trusted Widowmaker because she confided in him. And kissed him. Not exactly the best way to test loyalty.

"I've been working with them for the past week. If they were going to go betray me for Talon, they would've done it by now." Peter said. Normally he would be the one to put the criminals in jail and be the hero, or as much as a hero J. Jonah Jameson would let him be, and be done with it. Now he had to stop a full blown terrorist, avoid getting arrested, and not get killed trying to do all of those things. Him being in a cell and pleading for ex-terrorist was in short, very ironic.

"They've put more people in danger than get them out of it. I'm not buying it." Soldier 76 said. From almost out of the darkness they heard another voice.

"You might not buy it, but their actions at Max's casino is more than enough in my book." It was Stark. And for the billionth time, he was here to bail Peter out of trouble.

"These are terrorist, criminals threatening humanity. They're better off in here than helping us." Soldier 76 said.

"Dude, you must be friends with Jameson because that was definitely a triple J line." Peter quipped. He didn't have to look to see that Soldier 76 definitely wanted to shoot him. His motormouth was helping matters either.

"Did you not see the news?" Stark asked as he told Jarvis to play the News report that showed Peter and everyone else fighting Doomfist and his payed Spidey villains. He fast forwarded to the part where Peter webbed down everyone for the cops to pick them up. He ended the little show and tell by showing the new mugshots of France's finest.

"They all might kill, sure. But they're making sure the main people who are responsible are being bought to justice." Tony continued. "And now, they've gotten closer to taking down Talon than Overwatch or The Avengers every were able to. We need their help."

"Jack, we can help end Talon. Stop another Omnic crisis. Remember how much we lost to the first one?" Reaper reminded him. Soldier 76 recalled when the first Crisis broke out. How each day every military force kept losing men and women to the Omnics. How the UK refused to let overwatch deal with the omnics in King's row until it was too late. It was enough to convince him to open the cell door.

"Peter. If what everyone is saying isn't bullshit, I hope you have a plan for whatever Talon has up their sleeve. Because they're not going to let their leader be taken down without a contingency plan." Soldier 76 said as he grabbed Peter's arm.

"Trust me. I know what's at stake. And I'm prepared for whatever they throw at us." Peter said. Soldier let go of his arm and let everyone else leave the cell. They all walked with Tony until they met up with everyone else, who were in the main area of the facility and saw all the different heros that were part of overwatch. But first, Wrench and Sydney.

"Listen here, you fucking tossers. If I find out that you think anyone is going to put me in jail..." It was Sydney and she was currently cursing at Captain America. Wrench was fixed on his shield, otherwise he would've stopped Sydney's rant.

Peter quickly ran up behind Sydney and Wrench and put both his arms around their shoulders. "Heyyy guys. Seeing as we're not going to jail, how about you two go and check up on Maximilien and not curse at Captain America? Cool?" Wrench still was focused on the shield, so now Widowmaker tried to snap him out of it.

"Wrench? You there?" Widowmaker asked.

"That. Shield. Is. Dope. As. Fuck!" Wrench exclaimed. Widowmaker decided that if she had to deal with Wrench the rest of their little world saving adventure, she would try to loosen up a bit.

"I mean, he's not wrong." Widowmaker said. That was enough to get Wrench's attention. Also Peter's, Reaper's, Sombra's, and especially Tracer's, who was blinking past everyone else to check on Peter and them. She almost stumbled and crashed into Peter, but was able to catch herself before that happened. She hugged both Peter and Widowmaker from around both their shoulders while everyone else was looking at them.

"Tracer. Your very weird family is staring at us." Peter joked. She let go of the hug and fake punched Peter in the stomach.

"Yea, sorry about that. They were a bit-"

"A bit?" Widowmaker asked. Winston came into the conversation from almost no where.

"We were skeptical. Especially since you have fought all of us before." Winston said.

"And then she met with the young underdog from New York and his faithful companion, and best friend, from San Francisco and turned over a new leaf." Wrench butted in. She rolled her eyes at his response as Reaper got everyone back on track.

"Ahem. The plan to find the X-Men?"

"Yea." Peter said as he turned around to Winston. "Maximilien gave us a hard drive with all of Talon's secrets and shit like that. But we need to use it to find out where the X-Men are being held at. And Tracer said that you could help us."

Winston fixed his glasses and sat down on the floor. "Well we could use a rocket of some sort to install the hard drive. But we would have no way to link the rockets connection to the location of the X-Men or to us." He could tell his wording was confusing everyone expect Peter. "Basically, we would have a rocket in space that is knows where the X-Men are, but no connection to tell us where they are."

"Well luckily for you Winston, you have 3 hackers and a millionaire scientist." Peter said.

"Well technically billionaire philanthropist, but who cares about the details?" Stark said.

"Even with all that, it would at least take a week to build the rocket." Winston said. This was worrisome to Peter. He didn't know how long they had until Stryker tried to pull something like at the casino. And if what Wrench said about Widowmaker's old gear was true, he had to hope that if they found the warehouse that they didn't know where they were at.

"Then let's get to work. The faster, the better." Stark said. Peter, Wrench, Sombra, and Tony all followed Winston to his workshop to build the unfinished rocket he was working on.

"Well lovely, we should check with Maximilien. He's with Mercy and the Sirens." Tracer said to Widowmaker. She figured that if anyone could try to get the voice telling her to go back to Talon out of her head, it was the German guardian angel herself.

Mercy's Office.

After running down the hallway, trying to catch up to Tracer, Widowmaker was finally at Mercy's office. She didn't expect to be in a mini race with Tracer, mostly because out of nowhere Tracer just booked it down the hall. But she didn't expect to rely on a Superhero New Yorker and his punk rock anarchist best friend either. So in short, it was a weird month for her.

"There's my favorite doctor!" Tracer exclaimed. It startled Mercy amd when she turned around, she was greeted with a hug from Tracer.

"You saying that is more scary than you realize." Mercy said. Maximilien got up from a seat in the office and was relieved to see Widowmaker ok. Well, about as ok as you can be when your old boss wants you dead.

"Amélie. Great to see you're okay." Mercy said.

"Likewise." Maximilien added. "Although, I suppose that now that you're the last chance Talon has at making a comeback, you're their number one priority."

"Which is exactly why I need your help Mercy." Widowmaker said. Mercy nodded as she pulled out a seat for Widowmaker.

"Well what's the problem? Pain from the all the fighting? Enhancements acting up?"

"Talon didn't put any robotics or electronics in me, it's just...mental." Widowmaker said.

"Oh..." Mercy said. She didn't know what else to say. She was a doctor, not a psychiatrist. "Well what is it? Migraines? Lost of memory? Brain damage?"

"It's Widowmaker. Not me, but the true killer. Every since I regained control of my life, she's been in the back of my mind. Every time I talk to anyone planning against Talon, she keeps telling me to kill them." Widowmaker said. Mercy didn't know if this was something she could fix, all she could do was try.

"Well we have a whole week to see if I was fix your mental state. Right now, just get some rest. I know that Jack threw you and your friends into a jail cell without letting you explain yourself." Mercy said.

"Jack?" Widowmaker asked.

"Solider 76, Jack, whatever is easier for you to remember. I can show you your room if you want. Since it's not alot of new members in overwatch, we have a lot of personal quarters for you and Peter's friends." Widowmaker felt like she didn't deserve all this. Being allowed to be forgiven so easily for all she's done, all the people's she killed. Just to feel something, anything.

"And me being here wouldn't cause any problems?" Widowmaker asked.

"That's the one thing I can't promise. Ana especially is going to be the one to look out for."

"Seeing as I shot her in the eye..." Widowmaker said in response. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked back into Mercy's face.

"It wasn't your fault. Now come on, I've talked you to death enough for one day." Mercy said. She lead Widowmaker to an old personal quarter of a ex-overwatch agent. The sad irony was that when she looked at the name of who it belonged to on the door, it was none other than her ex-husband Gérard. She ignored it as best she could and walked in to see a room that look somewhat similar to her old bedroom at her ancestral house. Expect this one was painted with a brighter color scheme than what she was used to. She saw a long briefcase on the foot of the bed and saw it had a note attached to it. She picked up the note and read it.

"Sorry again luv for what happened with Jack, err Soldier 76, but hopefully people will see that your not a heartless killer. After all, the world could also use more heroes. Your friend, Lena. (P.S If you couldn't tell, it was me, Tracer.)" Widowmaker couldn't help but smile at the note. She opened the case to see it was the same gear that Wrench gave her. Meaning in the half-hour they were in the cell, Tracer either convinced someone or stole Widowmaker's gear and brought it here.

"Maybe having people to call friends isn't such a bad thing after all. Pour l'amour de la baise, I'm getting soft." Widowmaker thought to herself. She closed the case and put it on the dresser next to the bed. She laid down on the bed and just stared at the ceiling, thinking about everything that has happened in the last week. How she went from cold blooded killer, to a turncoat, to a prisoner, back to a turncoat, and now being called a hero. It was a lot for her to think about. She decided to take Mercy's advice and try to rest. She didn't know what was going to happen once they found the X-Men, but she did know one thing. Before this month was over...

...Talon would be no more

It really felt like I was struggling to make this chapter. That and school is already getting on my nerves. But anyways, That's the end of chapter 22. Hope you guys enjoyed and take it easy.

Translations.

Pour l'amour de la baise- For fuck's sake.