Okay, everyone, as of now, OC commissions is now closed. Thank you guys so much for your submissions, and I would like to thank the people who made their commissions:
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Again, thanks a bunch guys! Now, on with the story!
Overwatch: The Samurai
Chapter Ten: Meet The Crew Part Five: The Wolf Spider
It was extremely hot in the desert of the United States, the desolate wasteland scorching hot from the sun's rays.
Out here, where a solitary leafless tree stood, a lanky, shirtless man with jeans was digging just outside the shade of the tree, grunting and panting with each shovel full of sand he digs up, looking quite sunburnt from the harsh rays of the sun.
Just a few feet from his position stood an old Ford Explorer, where a stranger stood, leaning against the car, a partially eaten apple in his hand. The stranger wore a black and gray outfit with a webbed design across the outfit, with gray fur around the shoulders, and a mask with matching design, the white eyes furrowed. He also wore a set of vambraces on the sleeves of the outfit, with fur along the edges of the bracers, both with bladed attachments on the top of the bracers and web shooters on the bottom, along with a set of black boots with gray fur around the cuffs of the boots.
The stranger simply watched as the lanky man dig a rectangular shaped hole, his expression hidden under the mask.
It appeared quite clear what this was; the stranger was making the lanky man dig his own grave, a tactic commonly used by criminal gangs and terrorist organizations.
"Please, mister!" The lanky man begged. "Please, don't kill me!"
"Tell me where Amélie is and I'll be tempted not to, Lenny." The stranger responded in a gruff tone.
"But the boss said he'd kill me if I tell you!" Lenny whined, almost crying.
"I'll kill you if you don't." The stranger growled sternly.
"Please, mister," Lenny begged. "We was gonna give her right back!"
"Last time." The stranger said in a solemn tone. "Where. Is. Amélie."
Lenny let out a pained cry, his skin turning a deep red color from the sun's heat, as he slowed his shoveling.
"Don't. Stop."
Lenny whined once again, forcing himself to continue shoveling.
"Boss said she was sent to France!" Lenny cried, finally giving in.
"Where in France?" The stranger demanded.
"In Paris!" Lenny answered desperately. "She frequently goes to coffee shops there! That's all I know, alright?"
Satisfied with what he learned, the stranger tossed his half eaten apple to the side and crossed his arms.
"Alright, you can stop digging."
Partly relieved, Lenny dropped the shovel and looked up at the stranger.
"Can I get out of this hole now?"
The Wolf Spider considered his options. He could just kill him now and be done with it, but given that this one begged for his life and is a literal coward, not to mention he was nothing more than an informant to Talon, trading information for money; He decided that Lenny is not someone worth killing.
"Start walking." The Wolf Spider commanded.
Frightened for his life, Lenny practically jumped out of the hole and started limping in the opposite direction, as the Wolf Spider got into the car and drove off, leaving Lenny to his fate.
After returning to base, the team tested Karma's abilities. Seeing that his cognitive manipulation was pretty much useless against the training bots, they decided he go up against some of the agents; Pharah, Reinhardt, and Jesse McCree. The fight went on as normal, but when Karma used his ability, things got difficult for the others, as they started seeing things that aren't really there. Karma won easily despite his age, though his narcissistic attitude rubs the other agents the wrong way. Regardless, he would make a valuable asset to the team.
Sombra, however, was a different story. Jet couldn't help but wonder if her reasons were true, to defect to Overwatch because of what Talon was doing. Regardless, she was more than happy to share what she knows about Talon; how they operate, who their top members are and some of the projects they were working on. She even gets the briefcase opened up, allowing the agents access to some of Talons bases locations. After the interview, most of the agents welcomed her to the team, others, like Pharah, Jack, Ana, Cole, Brian, Tracer, Zarya, even Angela were still suspicious.
After a few days, the team received several new members. Genji and his brother Hanzo, along with Genji's mentor, Zenyatta, answered the recall, Hanzo reluctantly came at his brother's suggestion, while Zenyatta was more than glad to lend a hand. Jet was pleased to see his old rival again, though it got a bit awkward when Genji saw Mercy and Spider holding each other, but things didn't get heated. The junkers seemed like they were about to start another ruckus over another omnic joining the team, but a stern lecture from Winston made sure that didn't happen.
The next member to join up was Mei-Ling Zhou, a scientist from China, who specializes in the study of abnormal climate phenomena and their effects on different ecosystems around the world. After a rescue mission, the team brought her to the underground base.
After that, it seemed things were going well today, each agent was doing their own thing for now; Lucio was in the break room, listening to music, Hana and Cole were playing video games, Hana pretty much dominating the match, with Cole not being that good, but enjoyed the time he's spending with the gamer girl.
Brian was spending time with Fareeha at the shooting range, practicing their aim, Brian getting more comfortable talking to her with the more time he spends with her. Now he's trying to find the appropriate time to ask her out…
Jack and Ana were in the armory, doing a weapons check. Nobody noticed, but the two elder soldiers were getting closer, giving each other warm smiles at their passing by, and sometimes standing closer to each other. It's unknown if the two were getting it on, but no one was brave enough to ask what's going on.
Brigitte was helping Torbjörn with armor repairs and weapon enhancements, while Sean watch from afar, specifically at Brigitte; that kiss she gave him on the previous mission caught him off guard and he wondered if it meant anything real. He figured he'd wait until she was done before asking her.
Zarya, Reinhardt, and Roadhog were working out in the gym, while Sarge was on the treadmill. Reinhardt and Roadhog didn't pay much attention to him, but Zarya was more curious about Sarge. She already doubted the eccentric omnic attitude that Jet told her about, but she noticed his conversation with Cole, before they met Spider. She saw his real face…or rather what was left of it. The tanned skin, the bald head, the bright blue eye. She saw what he was hiding under the omnic mask; he was also human. Not wanting to start trouble, she decided to ask him about it when they were alone.
Winston was working in the labs on the chronal 'bra', with help from Mercy and Symmetra. Winston was getting close to completing the device, while the cure was still ways off.
Everyone else was doing the usual; Efi was making some adjustments to Bastion and Orisa, Junkrat was making more bombs, Sombra was helping Spider with upgrading the bases firewalls to protect it from outside hackers, everyone went on as normal.
For once, today seemed to go as normal. For Jet, however…
The samurai walked down the halls, headed for his room, when he saw a note on the door. Removing it, he gave it a read;
Jet,
I'm inside waitin', love. It's time we had a chat.
Then, we have our fun! ;)
Love, Tracer
Jet chuckled at this, putting the note away and slowly opened the door and he saw Tracer sitting on the bed, wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of shorts, smiling slyly at Jet.
"Welcome back." She said with a smile.
"Nice to see you too, Lena." Jet smiled, setting his sword on the desk.
Standing up, Tracer walked up to him, swaying her hips, her hand rubbing up against his chest.
"Before we begin," She said. "There's something that we need to clear the air about."
"Name it." Jet smirked.
"I want to know more about you, Jet." Tracer said. "For the few years we've been together, I barely know anything about you."
"Oh…I see." Jet frowned, unsure on what to say.
"Jet, I need to know." Tracer pleaded. "Please, tell me. You can trust me."
Jet looked away, unsure if he can.
"I trusted someone back then," He said, his teeth gritted in anger. "And he ended up betraying the entire clan."
"What happened?" Tracer asked.
"Years ago, I was adopted from an orphanage." Jet explained, walking over to the desk, his gaze set on an old photo. "The leader of the Lightning Clan, only known as Legacy Lightning, saw potential in me and adopted me, treated me as his own son." He smiled a bit. "There were several others who welcomed me as their own; Mistral, Monsoon, Hurricane, Leste. Sundowner was like an older brother to me, always by my side."
"What changed?" Tracer asked.
"Remember when I got that contract from Jack?" Jet asked, getting a nod from Tracer. "Well, before that, I had worked my way up the ranks of the Lightning Clan, becoming Legacy's right-hand man. After the contract, I had recommended one or the rookie's, a girl called Knives, who I had been training. She was a little sister to me."
Tracer wasn't sure if she was going to like what she was going to hear next but allowed Jet to continue.
"After spending some time in Overwatch, I decided to head to Brazil to visit the clan." He went on, with a frown. "But I found the dojo burned to the ground and everyone dead. Mistral, Monsoon, Hurricane…Knives. All gone."
"Oh my God, Jet." Tracer brought a hand to her mouth, unsure what to say.
"The family I grew up with; gone, just like that." Jet gritted his teeth, slamming his fist upon the desk. "I blame myself for being unable to save them. For being so weak."
Tracer could feel the pain in his words, the anger and sadness in his voice. Having lost people so close to another can send one into a downward spiral and affect them mentally and emotionally. She understood this pain very well.
She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist and gently pressed her head against his back.
"You shouldn't feel bad about something that was beyond your control, love." She said in a soothing tone. "You were still young back then and because you were still new to Overwatch, there wasn't much time to keep contact with the clan. That doesn't make it your fault in any way." She pulled him closer, pressing her forehead against his. "Overwatch is your family. You have me as well."
Jet gazed into her eyes, a small smile on his face.
"Thank you for the kind words, Lena."
The two pressed their lips together into a passionate kiss, Tracers hands running along Jet's back, while Jet's wondered to her hips, and extended across her buttocks, giving a firm squeeze, causing her to squeal in pleasure. He then lifted her up and the two crashed onto the bed, their passion making the two's hands to wander to other parts of their body, as Jet started kissing her neck, making her moan in pleasure, as the two were about to get busy, when suddenly…
Knock-knock!
Jet almost cursed, as he reluctantly got up from the bed and reached the door, opening it slightly, revealing Cole on the other side.
"Sorry to bother you, Jet." Cole apologized. "But someone wants to meet with you."
Jet let out a frustrated sigh, as he turned to Tracer, weakly grinning.
"Sorry, Tracer." He said. "Duty calls."
"Not a problem, love." Tracer said, winking. "We can continue later then."
Gathering his sword, Jet followed Cole to the command room, meeting Jack and Ana, along with a guest. The young woman appeared to be of Japanese descent, had purple headphones, red-and- grey hoodie, blue jeans, tennis shoes. As for her hair, it's emo-like black hair with purple and red highlights and brown eyes. She also had a curious looking purple sniper rifle that looked as though it was made from scratch.
"Sorry to bother you, Jet," Jack said. "But, as you can see, we have a guest here who wants to see you."
"I've heard that Overwatch was under new management, but I didn't think it'd be someone like you." The girl smirked.
"And who might you be?" Jet asked.
"Name's Murasa Kino. Codename; Rhythma." The woman declared. "I worked as a freelancer, but since nobody really needed one, I thought I could be of use for Overwatch. I'm pretty good at it too."
"Well, we're glad to have you aboard, Murasa." Jet nodded with a smile.
"So, introductions aside, where's the action?" Murasa asked, an excited grin on her face. "I'm ready for some Full Metal Jacket shenanigans!"
Jack and Ana gave her funny looks, where Jet simply laughed out loud.
"I think I like this girl!" He declared. "She reminds me a lot like one of my friends from the clan!"
"She's perfect for the next mission." Ana nodded, before turning to the monitor.
"Recently, there's been a spree of murders in several countries," Ana explained with a frown. "The victims have been Talon officials or at least people who were rumored to be connected to Talon."
Inserting another flash drive into the holo-display, an image of said Wolf Spider.
"They call him the 'Wolf Spider'." Ana declared. "He was first sighted in Seattle before others claim to have seen him in other parts of the United States before claims of seeing him in France began to surface. From what we've seen, he's quite the formidable killer."
"Sounds like a real badass to me." Murasa chuckled.
"This is no laughing matter," Ana said sternly. "All he needs is a reason to kill you, so please, don't give him one."
Murasa gave the 'okay' hand sign.
"As said, the Wolf Spider acts like the human version of its insect counterpart." Jack went on. "He waits for his prey to come close and strikes with incredible speed and poison tipped blades that paralyze the targets."
"I've met the Wolf Spider on a few occasions." Jet declared, before cocking an eyebrow. "He even helped me and Tracer in England in King's Row. But why would he be in France?"
"From what our intelligence had gathered, he's been tailing Talon for quite a while," Ana declared. "Given who he is, there's only one reason he would go after Talon…"
"…Widowmaker." Jet spoke.
"Exactly." Jack nodded. "Calvin has been chasing Talon in an effort to get Amélie back."
"This might be our chance to not only get Calvin on our side but also save Amélie." Ana declared. "This is our chance to kill two birds with a single stone."
"So, the mission is to find and recruit the Wolf Spider, and rescue Amélie if possible." Jet mused, before smirking. "Won't be a problem."
"Be careful when you approach him, Jet," Jack warned. "He can be very deadly when provoked."
Inside a café in France sat Amélie Lacroix, most commonly known as Widowmaker, sipping a cup of tea, before glancing out the window.
'Another lovely day.' She thought with a sigh.
She wasn't wearing her usual assassin outfit, instead wearing a red velvet dress with her hair down, waiting for her superiors to give her next target.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
She looked up to see a man in his mid-thirties, wearing a fine-pressed suit, his brown hair combed back, his bright brown eyes greeting her bright yellow eyes, as he offered a friendly smile.
"…No, it's not." She calmly said, gesturing him to take a seat.
"Thank you." He smiled, sitting across from her.
The two sat in silence for a moment, the two avoiding eye contact, before the man spoke up.
"I trust you've been doing well?" The man asked.
"…No need to beat around the bush, Calvin." The assassin smirked. "I know why you're here."
Calvin frowned, then sighed.
"Yes, I know." Calvin nodded sternly. "I'm here to bring my sister back."
"When will you learn to give up, dear Calvin?" Widowmaker chuckled darkly. "You're wasting your precious time, chasing after me."
"Not when you're going about, killing innocent people," Calvin growled. "What will it take for you to understand that what you're doing is wrong?"
The assassin simply laughed, completely disregarding what he had said, but Calvin wasn't finished.
"You think this is some joke, don't you?" Calvin went on. "To commit acts of bloodshed and see it as some sick game? You think this is what Gérard would want? To see what his wife has turned into?"
At this point, the blue skinned assassin ceased her laughter, her expression turning to that of shock.
"Those Talon bastards rewired your fucking brain!" Calvin snarled. "And you're just carrying on like nothing had happened! It's an insult to Gérard's memory-"
At that moment, Widowmaker slammed her fist onto the table, her face twisted with anger, as she rose from her seat, which surprised him.
"How dare you speak that way about-"
She stopped, however, her expression turned to surprise, as Calvin looked back at her. The anger at the very mention of his brothers' name seemed to have hit a nerve. Not the assassin, Widowmakers nerves, but that of the girl he once grew to know.
He could see through the cracks.
Regardless, she simply sat back down, returning to her Widowmaker self, her eyes narrowed at him.
"You are either gullible or foolish." She said darkly. "I am not the same weak and pathetic woman you once knew." She grinned a sinister grin. "This is who I am now."
Calvin could only shake his head in disbelief, unable to believe what he was hearing.
Suddenly, Widowmakers earpiece buzzed, she then pressed a finger against it.
"Widowmaker, we have your next target." The commander said. "We spotted an Overwatch airship enter the airspace. You know what to do."
Nodding, she gathered her belongings and set several chips on the table.
"Sorry, brother." She said casually. "Duty calls."
"Amélie, please." Calvin begged. "This isn't who you are and you know it."
Widowmaker stood up from the table and turned to leave before giving Calvin one last look.
"People change, dear brother." She said coldly. "Best you do the same and end this pointless pursuit."
And with that, she walked off, leaving Calvin with an aching heart.
For so long, Calvin felt in debt to his adoptive brother, who treated him like family ever since he found Calvin on the streets as children. When he first met Amélie, at first he had a crush on her for her beauty, but he knew better than to get in between them and he respected Gérard too much to try to steal her away. After Gérard was murdered and Amélie went missing, Calvin joined Blackwatch in hopes of finding his sister-in-law and avenging his brother.
Despite the assassin's attempt's to push him away, he had no intentions of giving up on her.
Determined, Calvin left the café, going down an alley, unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing his Wolf Spider outfit.
The airship landed at the French airfield, as Jet and his team prepared to step out. For this mission, Jet selected Cole, Murasa, Hana, Mercy, Ana, Pharah, Brian, and Tracer. The team stepped out and took in the environment.
"Ah, France," Hana sighed blissfully. "The buildings, the people. Really, a place of culture!"
"Oui oui, Madame!" Murasa declared in a French accent.
"Well, let's get to work." Jet declared, addressing his team. "Keep an eye out for the two spiders, but try not to stand out too much."
The team walked down the sidewalk, keeping a careful eye out for their targets, but so far, nothing came up. The group split up into teams; Cole went with Murasa and Hana, while Ana went with Brian and Pharah, and lastly, Mercy stuck with Jet and Tracer, each team going to other parts of the city.
Cole's team searched around the Eiffel Tower, asking some of the locals for anything out of the ordinary, with no success. After about an hour, they decided to take a break.
"Man, who'd have thought that searching for two deadly assassin's with spiders in their names would be tough?" Cole sighed as he lay back on the bench.
"Easy, actually." Murasa shrugged. "Just check for webs."
"I…don't think that's how these assassin's work." Cole said awkwardly.
The two sat in silence for a moment, before Cole spoke up again.
"On the bright side, Paris sure is beautiful, huh?" Cole remarked. "The clear sky, the amazing sights, and the people…"
"Thinking about going on a date sometime soon?" Murasa asked.
"Soon, but it's not that easy." Cole sighed. "To be honest, it's kinda hard, especially when you're not sure how they'll respond."
"You've been spending time with this girl?" Murasa inquired.
"Of course." Cole nodded.
"Then just ask her!" Murasa declared. "Doesn't matter who; as long as no pants are involved." She said that as she waved her eyebrows.
"Did you really have to say that out loud?" Cole cringed a bit, before smiling as he stood up. "But you're right. I'm gonna ask Hana out right now!"
As he walked off after D. Va, Murasa sat there with a stunned look on her face.
"Did he just say he was gonna ask out D. Va?" She said to herself, before chasing after him. "Hey, hey, hey, no! D. Va's off limits! She's mine!"
Down on the Avenue des Champs-Elysees, Ana, Pharah and Brian walked down the avenue, keeping a sharp eye out for their targets.
"Keep your eyes open, children." Ana warned. :One small mistake can cost you greatly."
"I believe you, mother." Pharah nodded, grimly remembering how her mother lost her eye.
"Don't worry, Ma'am; we'll find her!" Brian said enthusiastically.
As Brian moved on ahead, Ana took this opportunity to talk to her daughter.
"So, Fareeha, how are things?" She asked. "It has been a while since…you know…"
"Yes, I know, mother." Pharah nodded before smiling. "But I've been doing well. Much better, now that you're here."
"I'm glad to hear that." Ana smiled warmly. "I also noticed you've been spending a considerable amount of time with Mr. Buenaventura lately."
"Yes, I have." Pharah nodded, before frowning. "You don't disapprove of us spending time together, do you?"
"Quite the opposite, actually." Ana chuckled. "Given how nervous he gets around women, he could use someone to help him get over that fear."
"Oh…"
Ana then smirked.
"Not to mention he could use a spectacular woman in his life."
"Mom!" Pharah gasped loudly.
"I'm simply saying that you make him happy." Ana smiled, unhinged by Pharah's outburst. "Besides, the two of you are perfect together."
"Mother, that's not what's going on and you know it." Pharah protested. "Sure, he's fun to be around, but I don't like him that way!"
"Are you sure?" Ana raised a brow. "He has a lot of courage to spend such time with you despite his nervousness. Given that the two of you are both soldiers, he can confide in you that way."
"But that's just it!" Pharah said. "He sees me as a soldier, not a woman! That's the only reason he's not stuttering at the moment."
"That doesn't mean you should try." Ana shrugged. "He respects you and admires you. As a soldier, yes, but what does gender matter? If someone respects you as a human, a soldier, then gender shouldn't matter how you view another person."
Pharah looked to where Brian was, glancing around, keeping a careful eye out. She does feel some form of affection towards him.
"Go ahead and ask him out." Ana urged. "Go on a date."
"But we're on a mission." Pharah protested.
"Don't worry; I'll keep an eye out." Ana said. "Take this moment to enjoy yourselves."
Eventually, Pharah nodded and walked ahead to catch up with Brian, as Ana watched from a distance as the two spoke. Brian seemed surprised, then seemed unsure, but after a quick explanation from Pharah, Brian nodded with a smile and the two walked down the sidewalk together, holding hands.
Sighing, Ana continued her surveillance, keeping a sharp eye out.
In another part of Paris, Jet's team was at the Louvre Museum, taking a short break from their search to observe the art pieces.
"Ana and Fareeha would love to get a look at this." Jet remarked, gazing at the Egyptian antiquities.
"I don't doubt that." Tracer nodded. "Perhaps they have some Japanese pieces."
"You know, the Lightning Clan's members hail from different parts of the world." Jet declared. "Mistral, for example, hailed from France. Monsoon from Cambodia, Leveche from Spain, Shamal from Iraq. They were all named after winds in different countries and states."
"You're clan certainly is unique." Tracer mused. "What was your codename?"
"Mine was Jetstream, the cool Brazilian wind." Jet declared proudly. "Although I had it shortened, some people still refer to me by my codename."
"You never had a real name?" Tracer asked.
"To be honest, no." Jet shook his head. "I've never really had the chance to settle on an actual name for when I'm not Jet Lightning."
Tracer thought for a moment, before she sprung an idea.
"How about I give you one?"
"Oh?" Jet raised a brow. "And what would you call me?"
"How about…Aleixo!" She declared.
"…Aleixo?" Jet repeated, confused.
"It's Brazilian!" Tracer explained. "Another version of Alexander and it's supposed to mean 'defender of humanity'." She looked at him hopefully. "Do you like it?"
Jet gave it some thought, before chuckling.
"Defender of humanity, huh…" He said, before smiling. "Okay, it'll work."
"Great!" Tracer cheered. "Alright, last name! Hmmm…how about Agillulf?"
"Agi-what?" Jet gave her a weird look.
"It's the name of the king of the Lombards from the sixth century!" Tracer said. "It's German from the elements agi, meaning edge of a sword and wolf."
Jet thought for a moment, before smiling.
"I guess those will work."
"Okay, then it's settled!" Tracer declared with a smiled. "While you're not Jet Lightning, you'll be Aleixo Agilulf!"
While they were in the museum, Widowmaker gazed at them through the scope of her sniper rifle, from her perch point on a roof not far from Jet's location.
"There you are, Mr. Lightning." She grinned, her finger on the trigger. "Well, time to say goodnight."
Focusing her aim on Jet's head, she slowly began to squeeze the trigger, when suddenly a string of web wrapped around the rifle and yanked it from her grasp, sending it sliding across the roof floor.
Spinning around, she spotted the Wolf Spider perched atop a gargoyle statue, his white eyes narrowed at her.
"The Wolf Spider, huh." The blue-skinned assassin grinned, turning to fully face him. "So, you've finally found me. What now?"
The Wolf Spider said nothing, as he jumped from the statue onto the floor, landing perfectly on his feet, then straightened himself up, his fists balled up.
"I suppose there's nothing else to say, yes?" Widowmaker inquired. "I know you've been going around, demolishing Talon hideouts and bases just to find me. So, are we finally going to end this chase now?"
Rather than responding, the Wolf Spider activated his wrist blades and readied a stance.
"Very well." The assassin smirked, readying a stance of her own. "I'll deal with you, then Overwatch's new leader dies."
The two stood there for a solid moment, then charged at each other, as Widowmaker swung first, the attack barely missing her target as he dodged, then delivered a swift kick to the back of her leg. Shaking off the pain, Widowmaker glared at her opponent, who remained in the same stance, ready for another. Regaining her focus, the assassin charged once more, throwing punch after punch, only for the Wolf Spider to dodge or parry her attacks, following up with attacks of his own, knocking her off-balance.
Widowmaker looked and saw her rifle near the railing of the building. Smirking, she quickly pushed her attacker back, then used her grappling hook to pull herself over and grabbed it, switching it into its assault rifle mode, then turned the barrel to her opponent and opened fire.
The Wolf Spider jumped around like an acrobat, dodging the gunfire, even bending backwards as the bullets flew over him.
"How interesting." Widowmaker remarked. "It seems I've met my match at last."
Reloading her weapon, she opened fire again, only for the spider to dodge then unleashed a blob of webbing, sending it into her face, obscuring her vision.
While Widowmaker struggled to scrape the web from her face, the Wolf Spider attached a string of web onto the floor of the roof, one from each web shooter, then backed up to the edge of the roof, building tension in the webs.
Widowmaker finally got the webbing removed, but when she looked up to see the Wolf Spider flying towards her as a result from the webbing, like a slingshot, kicking her square in the chest with both feet, sending her crashing through a wall.
Back in the museum, Jet took notice of the sound of gunfire. He and his companions quickly stepped outside, looking about.
"Where's that coming from?!" Jet said.
"I don't know!" Tracer said, looking about frantically. "But I have a feelin' that they're not far!"
It was Mercy who saw the two spiders fighting atop the roof.
"There!" She shouted, pointing a finger. "They're fighting over there!"
"Alright, let's get moving!" Jet declared, before pressing a finger to his earpiece. "Agents, we've found Widowmaker and the Wolf Spider! Everyone, converge on my position!"
With the locations of their targets, the three ran off the meet their adversary, hopefully with the others.
Widowmaker sat up with a groan, rubbing her head.
'That man sure knows how to put up a fight.' She thought groggily, as she rose to her feet.
She didn't have time to think, however, as the Wolf Spider tackled her through a window, both of them freefalling. Struggling from her attacker's grasp, the assassin used her grappling hook to swing in mid-air, firing away at her foe, who spun mid-fall, dodging the bullets, then shot out strings of web, allowing him to swing across the street. The two battled in mid-air, a back and forth fight, Widowmaker firing away, while using her grappling hook to swing across the street, while the Wolf Spider used his webs to swing across, while shooting web orbs at his opponent.
Eventually, their battle took the two back to a nearby rooftop, but looking as though they were out of breath.
"I'll admit, you're a worthy opponent," Widowmaker remarked, before raising her rifle. "But I'm afraid out fun ends here!"
The Wolf Spider shooked his head, before raising a hand to his mask.
"Please, don't reveal yourself so soon," Widowmaker grinned wickedly. "I'd rather pull your mask off myself…after I put a bullet in your head."
Ignoring her, the Wolf Spider proceeded to pull off his mask, revealing to be Calvin, much to the assassin's shock.
"Calvin?!" She gasped.
"Don't sound so surprised." He stated. "Who else would come after Talon for one other reason than to find you?"
Widowmaker hesitated, then her expression turned into a scowl.
"I warned you not to come after me." She hissed.
"And I told you, I'm not giving up on you," Calvin replied defiantly. "No matter how much you try to push away."
Furious, Widowmaker turned her gun on him, firing away, but Calvin managed to leap out of the way, getting his mask back on, then swung around and punched her in the jaw.
Recovering, the assassin went back on the attack, throwing a punch, but Calvin managed to dodge and leave a cut on her arm from one of his wrist blades.
Cringing from the pain, Widowmaker quickly recovered and tried to go back on the attack, while the Wolf Spider simply dodged, all the while leaving various cuts on her arms and legs. After several minutes, the fighting came to a halt, both breathing heavy and Widowmaker covered in cuts.
"It's been fun while it lasted," She remarked in between breaths. "But I'm afraid it must end."
"It doesn't have to be this way, Amélie," Calvin pleaded. "Please, stop this."
Before she could respond, Widowmaker felt weak all of a sudden. Falling to one knee, it was like her whole body was going numb.
"What…have you…done…?" She managed to choke out.
"Paralyzing poison." Calvin said bluntly, holding up his wrist blades. "Nothing too lethal; just enough to render you unconscious for a while."
Lying against the dirt, Widowmaker looked up at him as he removed his mask, his sad eyes gazing at her.
"Don't worry." He said soothingly. "It'll be over soon."
She then felt herself slip into unconsciousness.
The Overwatch agents regrouped outside the museum, looking about the buildings.
"Keep an eye out, everyone!" Jet ordered. "They just went this way! They can't be far!"
The team went down the road, then came upon an alley, then was taken aback in shock when they saw the Wolf Spider, standing there with a webbed up Widowmaker over his shoulder.
"Well, how about that?" Cole remarked with a chuckle. "Looks like our friend here has things tied up."
"I told you we should've kept an eye out for webs!" Murasa pouted, crossing her arms.
"I wasn't expecting things to go so well," Pharah admitted. "Especially with the Wolf Spider being so formidable."
"I believe congratulations are in order." Jet declared, stepping forward. "You've far exceeded expectations."
The Wolf Spider looked from one face to the other, then removed his mask, revealing himself.
"Thanks for the praise, but I didn't do it for you." Calvin said bluntly. "Still, I couldn't just sit by while you get killed."
"Regardless what you're reasons were, it's good to see you, Calvin." Ana spoke up. "And I'm glad that you stepped in when you did."
"Mother, you know him?" Pharah said, a bit surprised.
"I was the one who trained him." Ana declared. "After Gérard was killed, I took him under my wing and trained him in stealth. He also proved to be quite the inventor, with the creation of his web shooters and wrist blades."
"Again, I didn't do it for you guys." Calvin repeated sternly. "I'm only here to get my sister back."
"She should be thrown in a cell for what she's done!" Pharah snarled. "What she did to my mother was unforgivable!"
"Faree, do not just to conclusions." Ana scolded. "I've known Amélie for a long time. There's no way she would have done the things she did."
"I agree with Ana." Brian spoke up. "There's no way she would do such horrible things."
"I've found evidence that suggests just that." Calvin declared. "From what I've found, Talon had developed a program that lets them warp the minds of innocent people into killing machines. In short; Amélie's been brainwashed!"
"That's quite the bold claim, Calvin." Mercy said. "Do you have proof?"
"I did, but it was destroyed before I could get a copy." Calvin sighed, rubbing the back of his head.
"Great, so we've got nothing but blind luck and a hunch?" Cole said.
"Which is why we should bring her back to base so Winston can help her." Calvin declared. "With Mercy's help, she'll be back to her old self in no time!"
"Even if we do agree to bring her to base, there's no doubt Talon will be keeping tabs on her." Pharah pointed out. "If we're really going to go through with this, we should take her someplace else so we can keep the base hidden."
"But we might lack the equipment to properly heal her if we do that." Mercy protested. "Without that equipment, it would make bringing her back that much more difficult!"
"Better that than risk exposing our base and having Talon on our front doorstep!" Pharah snarled.
"Guys, let's just chill out!" Murasa tried to defuse the argument. "Surely this would be up to our leader here?"
"Jet, you can't possible agree to this!" Pharah said, facing Jet. "What she did to my mother-"
"Was not of her own choice." Ana interjected harshly. "I do not blame her for something that wasn't of her own decision. If anything, Talon is to blame for what happened."
"Even if you guys disagree, I'm not giving up on her." Calvin joined in. "I'll just take her elsewhere."
"By yourself?" Brian looked at him quizzically. "And if Talon comes after you?"
"I can take care of myself." Calvin declared. "I've hunted these bastards for years."
"Yeah, but what if the roles were reversed?" Hana pointed out.
"They'll never catch me," Calvin stated.
"Yeah, you say that," Tracer spoke up. "Then the next thing you know, you'll find yourself strapped to their tables, being mind-jacked and then sent after us!"
"Jet, you must bring her to your base." Calvin looked to Jet, almost pleading. "You want my help? Then you help me."
Jet took a moment to consider the situation. On one hand, he could bring her to the base, and with the proper equipment and with Mercy and Winston's help, could bring her back much faster. However, this could run the risk of bringing Talon, who is no doubt keeping tabs on their top assassin, to come knocking.
On the other hand, they could bring her to someplace else, where they could keep their base hidden for a bit longer. However, this also means they'd be lacking in the proper equipment, so the procedure would take twice as long.
Letting out a prolonged sigh, Jet came to a decision.
"It's a big risk, but it's one we must take." He declared. "We'll bring her to the base so we can heal her properly."
"This is a terrible mistake," Pharah mumbled.
"Thank you, Jet." Calvin smiled. "I swear; you won't regret this!"
The other agents seemed conflicted with this decision but otherwise didn't argue.
"Alright, our mission is done!" Jet said. "Let's load up and return to base!"
And with that, the team returned to the airship, along with their newest member and with Widowmaker in tow, as the airship took off.
Meanwhile, in the desert…
Lenny felt more exhausted than before, running through the desert, his skin a scorching red color, as he hid beneath what looked like a wrecked wooden ship.
"Okay, stay cool," Lenny told himself, wringing his phone from his pocket. "Good thing he left my phone with me! I just need to call Tyler…or Landon! And they could…follow the tire tracks and they'll be here in the hour!"
Flipping open his phone, however, his expression of hope fell to despair.
"What? NO SIGNAL!?" He cried out. "Not even one little bar?! Stupid piece of shit! You could put a guy on the moon, but you can't give a decent goddamn signal!"
He wheezed in frustration, before trying to calm down.
"Okay, Lenny, okay," He said to himself. "You were a cub scout once, remember that. You've got some pins… You just need to locate the North Star…Yeah…" He looked up and the sky, then howled in terrible realization. "IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAYTIME!"
He started crying.
"GIVE ME A FUCKIN' BREAK!"
He looked at a nearby dead tree, seeing a few vultures gazing at him with hungry looks.
"Hey, hey, HEY!" He shouted, waving his burned arm at it. "Piss off, vultures! I ain't dead yet! I ain't dead…"
He sunk to his knees, crying in despair.
"OH GOD, I'M SO DEAD!"
Meanwhile…
In New York, Reaper stood outside a ruined Talon base, the structure of the base collapse from what looked like multiple explosions.
Reaper continued to stare, then a Talon grunt ran to his side.
"Care to explain what happened here?" He demanded coldly, not even looking towards the grunt.
"There was an attack, sir." The grunt said, holding up a security-pad. "And you might not believe who was behind it."
Snatching the pad, Reaper gazed at the recording as it played out. From the looks of it, it looked as though Talon soldiers were firing on each other. Through it all, there was one person that seemed to be leading the Talon traitors; the mad doctor herself, Moira O'Deorain.
"So, the mad doctor finally grew a conscious." Reaper mused, before gripping the pad tightly.
"Sir?"
"That witch just played us like a damn FIDDLE!" Reaper screamed, throwing the pad against the rubble, destroying it, startling the other grunts.
"Hey, don't yell at me, sir," The grunt said, holding his hands up. "I'm just the messenger."
There was silence, then Reaper pulled out his shotgun and blasted the grunt, sending his body tumbling to the ground, much to the shock of the other grunts.
"A useless messenger," Reaper snarled.
"Now, now, is that how you treat your loyal subordinates?"
Reaper groaned at the sound of that voice, turning around to see a tall muscular man wearing a massive black trenchcoat approach. He was bald with pale skin and grey eyes and his trenchcoat had red on the bottom. He was also accompanied by heavily armored soldiers with blood-red armor plating, in addition to the red armbands with black tornado designs.
"You," Reaper snarled.
"Aw come now," The bald man said in a heavy Southern United States accent, mock hurt. "Is that any way to greet an old friend?"
"We were never friends," Reaper said cruelly. "Now, what do you want, Sundowner?"
"Straight to the point then." Sundowner chuckled. "Well, since you asked so nicely,"
He then started pacing around Reaper.
"You see, I went to the boss man, with a plan." He began, a massive grin on his face. "Without telling anybody, he sent Widowmaker to France and to wait for further instructions,"
"You used her as bait?" Reaper said.
"Let me finish, will ya?" Sundowner frowned, then grinned once again. "But yer right. Once the Overwatch agents showed up and captured her, they would take her straight to their base." He then grinned evilly. "And after waiting for them to get all comfortable after a week or two, we'd follow them straight in, and wipe them all out."
"That was your plan from the start?" Reaper asked quizzically.
"Oh, it sure is." Sundowner boasted. "In addition, the boss man also made it my initiation into the Talon Inner Council."
"Impossible." Reaper quickly denied. "Doomfist would never consider letting a lowlife traitor like you into Talons inner circle."
"And why not?" Sundowner smirked. "He let you in, didn't he?"
Reaper growled but knew he couldn't deny this fact.
"Anyways, just kick back, relax, and let me handle this." Sundowner declared with a laugh. "After my Winds of Destruction wipe out what's left of Overwatch and bring back the boss' property, Talon will be unstoppable. Not only that, but I can also finally put the Lightning Clan behind me."
"So it IS personal, isn't it?" Reaper inquired.
"Ole' Jetty's all that remains of the old clan." Sundowner said solemnly, before smirking. "Once I kill him, then I can officially say I've cut all ties!"
Reaper remained silent, as Sundowner turned his back.
"So you just leave this to me." He declared as he began to walk off, with the Storm Guard following behind. "And be sure to keep a seat warm for me!"
After Sundowner left, Reaper growled, then turned to the Talon grunts.
"Pack up and return to base!" He commanded. "We're done here."
Later…
A black airship landed in the outskirts of Switzerland, and several Talon soldiers with black marking over their Talon badges stepped out, followed by Moira herself. Checking the tracking device, she turned to her soldiers.
"Commander Sterling, you and the soldiers stay with the ship." She ordered sternly.
After getting an affirmative by the troops, Moira began her walk through the Swiss city, passing by several buildings and some of the people still trying to get home, before finally coming upon the ruins of the Swiss base. After a quick reflection on old memories, she finally smiled.
"I've finally found you," She whispered, running a hand across her stomach. "My son."
And there's the plot twist! Now before you start waving your pitchforks and torches, let me say this; yes, I am aware that Blizzard had announced that Soldier 76 is gay, but as I said in the start of the story, this is an alternate universe, so 76 is bisexual here, and I might try to incorporate that into the story. But, to be honest, I don't really mind it. The only thing I care about regarding the character is not about the sexual orientation, but if they're a good character or not. Whatever your thoughts may be, take this with a pinch of salt as I pair Jack with Ana, because to be honest, I can see this pairing work.
And the second thing: Are you surprised by how I made Moira Sean's mother? Now you're probably wonder 'But how can that be?' Keep in mind that, while a character seems sinister and crooked, some has the humanity in them to show their good side. We've seen it in various shows, comics and games, and Moira is no different, if family is applied in the right area at the right moment. While Moira can come off as the sinister, morally robbed, mad doctor of Talon, surely she has to have a heart, somewhere in that body of hers, right? Or am I the only one?
Anyways, rambling out of the way, I hope you enjoyed the new chapter and I just wanted to say thank you for checking out my story and for bearing with me over the years. For this story, we've reached 31 favs, 40 follows, and over 5 thousand views! Not bad for a fan fiction writer who takes his sweat time, eh? Jokes aside, thank you guys so much, it mean the absolute world to me, and I hope you guys stick around for the next chapter! And don't forget to review!