Pic by FerrumPenna on Deviant Art. I do not own Blizzard or Overwatch even though I sorely wish I do.

A/N: So, chapter 2. More of a filler, really, or a drabble, whatever it's called. Flashbacks, right that's the correct term. Mercy76, with a side of Pharmercy and Emergenji.

Again, (belated) Happy Valentine's Day, from the Overwatch family.

Enjoy!

They made quite a big batch and finished an hour or so later. Surprisingly, they did not burn or waste anything, although Soldier 76 had to make sure Lena was doing the right measurements. He had to stop her from operating the oven, as well as prevent her from eating the muffins. He then insisted that he clean up, and ordered her to go back to sleep, seeing as they have mission directly after breakfast. The brunette whined and eventually relented, leaving him to deal with the kitchen.

He thought about today. Valentine's day wasn't considered to be important enough for him to remember, seeing as he had no reason to celebrate, and his girlfriend thought he was dead. He, in turn, thought she moved on. That was it until several months ago, when he and Ana agreed to come back to Overwatch, that he realized Angela never did get a new lover.

They had recently just touched down on Gibraltar, after alerting Winston of their (rather Ana's) sudden reappearance into the world. It was almost a year since he launched the recall. The scientist had sent out Tracer and Reinhardt to pick them up via drop-ship. After enduring the German giant's back-crushing hugs and Lena's consistent questions, they found themselves surrounded by old and new faces.

(He missed them so much.)

He stood by his friend, awkwardly trying to his best to not look awkward amongst the swarm of their old comrades. Jesse McCree came back, although reluctantly, but he hugged Ana like his own mother. Fareeha, now older and taller than the young one he was accustomed to, was crying as she joined Jesse in hugging her as well. He had been informed of the new recruits, such as the Korean MEKA pilot D. Va and the Brazilian Freedom Fighter Lucio, who are now shaking hands and introducing themselves with the Egyptian sniper. The infamous Junker duo was there, alongside Genji and his brother Hanzo Shimada. He was shocked to find Mei still so young, as if her age had frozen, standing beside the Russian bodybuilder he came to know as Zarya. There was a Bastion unit tentatively standing by the sidelines, alongside the Swedish dwarf Torbjorn and—

"A...Ana?"

The pair turned around (he was faster, that's a voice he can never forget) and came face to face with Angela. Only, he thought was Angela—it's been a long, seven years since he last saw her. Her blonde hair, once preppy and tied into an unkempt ponytail, was longer and fraying. The signature sparkle in her eyes was gone; instead, a dull glimmer shined over her baby blue hues, which were wide in shock as she took in the form of the older woman beside him.

Without warning, the blonde ran up to Ana, arms wrapped around her torso, as she happily sobbed onto her shoulder. "Oh, Angela," The sniper smiled as her hand patted the doctor's back in a soothing manner. "It's good to see you too." She said as the other pulled back and wiped the corners of her eyes, a genuine smile gracing her features.

(He missed her smile so much.) "I'm so glad you're safe, Ana. Fareeha and I...we missed you terribly." He could hear her words bubble, threatening to tear up once again when it was Ana's turn to wipe the small tears forming on her aging face, nodding and laughing slightly.

He felt his stomach do back flips when she finally turned to him. He was slightly disappointed when she didn't hug him too, but he had to remind himself that Jack is already dead. He's not him now. "So, you're Soldier 76." He noted the slightly harder tone applied, wincing at how half of them, mostly the veterans, were regarding him with obvious distrust. Of course they've seen the footage. He bashed a piñata on a guy's head; in front of a child nonetheless!

Of course they wouldn't trust him. "Reporting for duty, Dr. Ziegler." His gruff voice sounded as Angela drew closer to him, her eyebrows knitted into a frown. He watched her size him up. He knew she saw the biotic field device by his hips, and that's something that will land him in trouble with the angel in front of him.

However, Angela's face softened and for a moment, he though he saw a flash of sadness pass by her features before it disappeared completely. "Thank you," She breathed as he stood, stock still, at the smile she offered to him. "For keeping Ana safe."

He was suspicious (and jealous, as Ana pointed out, though he wouldn't admit it) of her seemingly close relationships with Fareeha and Genji. Last year, Angela gave Genji a box of Swiss chocolates, after she learned that it was customary in Japan for the girl to give chocolates to the boy, and the boy would return the favor a month later. He remembered how bitter he was after Ana—and Fareeha, who told her—mentioned it so casually, that he grumbled about it for weeks at the time, still refusing to shed his mask or tell anyone of his problems.

Even so, the old soldier still wanted what is best for Angela. Genji is a nice, young man. Sure he was a playboy, but he completely changed after he met the Swiss doctor. Calm, more reserved, and annoyingly charming that anyone would fall for the cyborg ninja. He had his own personal fan base back then. When Overwatch disbanded, he would send her letters from his new home in Nepal, something he deemed to be quite romantic. He wouldn't even blame her if she fell for him.

"I am taking the objective, join me!" Genji's voice rang over the comm as Soldier 76 gave the order to push to the point. They have two more minutes, they can do this. A sudden scream, however, pierced his ears. "Genji! I was too late..." Came Angela's worried voice, that broke the older man's heart. While he can't afford to have another comrade's death, hearing her voice in such a way had him sprint faster to the point.

With no regard for his safety, he ran from cover and turned on his tactical visor, shooting down the assailants forming around the fallen cyborg ninja. The familiar golden glow of Mercy's wings surged forward beside him, Caduceus ready to resurrect, as Reinhardt brought up the rear, shield up and protected Mercy from the barrage of bullets.

Fareeha was also a nice, young woman. She actively supported the team back in the original Overwatch days, opting to hear their stories straight from their mouths and not from the reports. She liked Angela for always supporting her in training, and keeping her company whenever Ana went on a mission. At her supposed death, it was the good doctor that cheered her up. She has always been blunt, but sweet and caring. He wouldn't be surprised if the two ended up together.

"Keep the skies clear for me." The blonde smiled at the younger woman beside her. Pharah grinned as she placed her helmet back on, her hand reaching to hold hers. "Let's keep the skies clear, together." They were a good team, great partners. Having Fareeha up in the skies, keeping Widowmaker at bay with Angela gliding to and fro, he sensed the younger Amari to clearly have feelings for their blonde angel.

And what did Jack Morrison do to deserve such a angel?

Well, Jack had everything. He was Overwatch's Strike Commander, the poster child in fact. He made a living out of shooting guns and saving people, and apparently, part of the job was to always look good for the cameras, whether it's at a press conference or in the battlefield. He, alongside his team, stopped the Omnic crisis and preserved the peace. The golden years of Overwatch have been under his supervision, and even in his 'death' he was immortalized through the numerous statues of him all around the world.

And what Angela saw in him, he could never tell. Beneath that layer of success, he knew he wasn't perfect. He knowingly let Blackwatch do whatever they wanted, irresponsibly thinking that his best friend would do what's best for the organization. This resulted their disbandment, the Swiss headquarters blowing up, and him abandoning his family. Most importantly, running away from her.

God, Angela. He liked that name, it suited her. He liked the way she'd dote on him. One time, she said that he and Reyes were her most reckless patients. He would then find ways to meet up with her, often getting himself into little accidents just so she'd treat him—after a stern lecture, that is.

He liked the way she'd scrunch her cute face while typing out medical reports. The way she would wear this peach-tint lip gloss that only made her smile more dazzling than ever. Her unconscious biting of nails, the way she'd blow a stray blonde bang away from her face. The way she blushed the first time he took his shirt off, her angry lectures about his safety, her sleeping face so close to his heart on their first night together. He still likes her, loves her—

He misses her.

Soldier 76 massaged his temple. This isn't a good thing to be reminiscing about at 4 in the morning. He's done cleaning and they have a mission a few hours later. He isn't getting enough sleep, not since Geneva, and he supposed this is not gonna help him. The old soldier unwrapped the apron from his waist and proceeded to hook it back by the door, when he spotted the holopad Lena left on the counter. The screen was still lit up, and there was a picture of Valentine's chocolates at the top of the website. Soldier 76 picked it up and tapped the recipe, a small idea slowly forming in his mind.

A/N: That's it for chapter 2. A bit wordy and not much action going on. Chapter 3 is the last one and it should be up soon. Probably tomorrow after a few games.

Cheers!