"W-what?" Alessandro muttered. He slowly opened his eyes. Where was he? What had happened? He groaned and rubbed his head, everything feeling sore.

"You're awake!" A deep voice said. Alessandro immediately jumped up, only to hit glass and lay back down with a groan. "Oh, sorry! I was getting worried there. My name's Winston." The voice, Winston, said. Alessandro looked to his right to see a gorilla's face smiling right next to him.

"Winston…Overwatch?" Alessandro murmured, trying to get up again. His head bumped the glass before he could go far and he frowned.

"Lay back down, you're inside a MAC. That stands for Medical Assistance Capsule. These things can heal nearly anything." Winston said. "I'd open it up but you're still very weak, and hurt. Mercy says it's best if we keep you there."

"Everything hurts, so I'd say she's right." Alessandro murmured. "What am I doing with an Overwatch agent?" He had closed his eyes again but they immediately shot back open and he tried to get up, banging his head again and groaning. "Why am I with an Overwatch agent?!"

"More than one, love. It's good to see you awake." A voice said. Alessandro looked to his left to see Tracer with her face almost pressed against the glass. He then took a good look around the room. He was in a small room, obviously part of some bigger medical wing, but it could still fit a few people. Winston was hanging upside down from the doorframe, eating a banana. Tracer was standing next to him. Another girl, ? Was sitting against a wall chewing bubblegum and playing a holo-game. He could also see a figure in a shadowy corner of the room, but couldn't tell who it was. His focus returned to Tracer as she spoke. "How're you feeling, love?"

"Uh…" He took a few moments to actually get a feel for everything. The situation, people, himself, and then spoke. "I can't feel my legs very much, my back is actually in a lot of pain and my left arm is numb. What happened to me?"

"What do you remember?" Winston asked, sounding honestly worried.

"Uh…well…" He closed his eyes, trying to picture the scene. He had been with his sisters…four soldiers came in…the building rumbled…sisters. "We need to go back, we need to go back now!" He yelled, hitting himself on the glass once more and cursing. "Let me out! They're still there! I need to go back!"

"Calm down, listen you can't go back. You're much to hurt. And there is nothing to go back to." Tracer said. He ignored her and banged on the glass, crying out in pain as he tried to kick it and felt pain race up his entire side. "You're legs are both broken, for now. And you aren't much better everywhere else. An entire house crumbled on you, you're lucky to be alive."

"I know! It fell on me! I let it! I told them to run afterwards, I told them to find help! We need to get them! I promised I'd keep them safe!" He yelled, tears swelling in his eyes. "I promised, I promised. Let me out!"

"Who are they? And where could they be?" Winston asked seriously, falling back onto the floor.

"Rebecca, Jasmine, Ruby…god, they're my sisters. I was taking care of them. Our mom…during the attack, she…she died. I took them home, had them hide and grabbed my dad's gun. I...oh god I killed four soldiers. Of Talon." He looked sick, but continued speaking either way. "The house started crumbling down, we couldn't get out so I made them huddle in the corner. I was their shield, I wanted to take most of the damage, hell I thought I'd die. But it was the only way they'd live."

"Then the house fell on you, later on Tracer and Reinhardt found you. We brought you here and are taking care of you." Winston finished. "I'm sure your sisters are alright, the Talon took over the city but last I heard all civilians were evacuated."

"We weren't. If they ran and hid they can still be there. Please, I need to go!" Alessandro pleaded. "I can fight, give me a gun and I'll go!"

"That's brave, and obviously you love your sisters, but we can't go back. The city is rubble, the Talon are there and no one else. If they lived they made it to the soldiers. Don't worry." Tracer said. "Once you're better I will personally go find them with you." He groaned, but didn't argue this time. At this point even had shut her game down to listen, no one thought badly of him when they heard him begin to cry. They all knew very well he devastating that war was, and even more so to the victims like him.

"You were weak." The voice in the shadows said, Alessandro's grief was immediately replaced by anger and he shot up…only to hit his head and fall back down again. The capsule informed him that he had just received a concussion. "You were weak, too weak to ensure their survival."

"Genji!" glared at him as he leaned forward. "He just went through all that!"

"I am not finished. You were too weak to ensure it…yet you were strong enough that they probably did survive." He said, earing confused looks from everyone in the room. That didn't go the direction they expected. "You, a mere child, defeated four trained, strong enemy soldiers. You acted in a split second and, although you shall not be considered a good fighter, you are strong. Had you not killed the soldiers, what would happen to the girls? Had you not reacted quickly and been ready to sacrifice yourself, what would have occured? Don't cry, prepare yourself. Build your strength and then strike them down." It wasn't much of an inspiring speech, but it did left Alessandro's spirits up somewhat.

"Yeah…" Winston agreed without much enthusiasm, obviously he didn't agree with all this. "For now, get some rest and don't worry about much. We should leave. Our doctor, Mercy, may come now and then to see you. We'll talk more when you're feeling better."

"I just woke up and I have too much on my mind to possibly sleep." Alessandro complained. "Can't I like, get a pair of crutches?"

"Mercy was very clear, you need to stay there and not move a muscle. You broke the second rule, so follow the first. Sorry love." Tracer said with her usual cheery smile. "Just get some rest, you still need it." She pressed her hand against the class, and so did he.

"Fine." He agreed with reluctance. "I'll stay still and here. You guys are the doctors not me. Oh, and thanks for saving me." He said, feeling awkward with such a simple show of gratitude. They saved his life, he should be throwing them a party or something. "Imagine I'm really happy when I say that."

"Our pleasure." Tracer answered with a giggle, herding the others out. The lights automatically shut down and Alessandro closed his eyes, trying to not think of anything for now. He now knew he must've had a great sleep because he passed hours in that capsule and couldn't catch a wink. He did his best to stay still but he ended up fidgeting a lot, maybe with a slight feeling of claustrophobia, and that did not help him sleep either. It was early morning, about five o'clock, when the capsule automatically opened. Alessandro frowned and sat up, stretching his back. When no one, or nothing, spoke to him he carefully tested his legs and, seeing that they didn't hurt, he got up.

"Only a limp in my right leg, my back aches like hell. I'll take it." He muttered to himself. The door opened, as if inviting him out, and he gladly decided to leave. The hallways were empty but the building was clearly high-tech, Alessandro could only imagine the security system, and other useful bits and bobs here. He snorted imagining with her own high tech gaming setup. Suddenly a line of light appeared on the floor, making a path for him. He looked around and then decided to follow it, his curiosity grew with every step and he wondered who exactly was doing this. Winston? No, he was smart and all but he didn't even want Alessandro up. Genji? Maybe, but he didn't seem like the type to do this. He stopped thinking of that as he entered a large empty room, gulping as the doors closed behind him, locking him in, but before he could say something the room lit up completely and a screen appeared in front of him.

"What the hell…?" He murmured. In front of him were different pictures showing off the various weapons of different Overwatch agents. He carefully tapped the one in front of him, Tracer's, and they flashed away.

"Virtual training initiated. Abilities of Tracer have been chosen and we will begin in two minutes." A voice said through some hidden system in the room. "Please prepare yourself, and do your best."

"Wait! Training session? I didn't select anything." He said. As he said this Tracer's weapons appeared on him with the chronal accelerator and her goggles, all outfitted for his body. He couldn't help but smile widely and, much like a kid on Christmas, looking them all over. He aimed the in front of him and tried to mimic Tracer's voice. "Don't worry love, cavalry's- JESUS FREAKING CHRIST!" He yelled these last words as a group of soldiers materialized in front of him. He fell back on his butt and fired wildly at the small group, vaporizing them.

"Pre-training test complete. We will start the actual test now, and please try not to scream. These are not real people and they won't care if you do either way."

"Who are you and why the hell am I taking a training battle?" Alessandro asked, looking around with surprise as a town appeared around him. "This was an accident, I'm supposed to be in the capsule!"

"I suggest you take cover."

Alessandro let out a string of curses as soldiers appeared in different areas of the town, most aiming at him and shooting him immediately. He kept cursing and half-walked half-limped away from them into a house. He cursed because each time a bullet hit him it felt like a paintball had been shot at him. The soldiers also seemed fond of hurting his rear as much as possible. He slammed the house's door close and went upstairs, closing the bedrooms door and blocking it with a chair. He plopped down on the bed and tried to focus, what should he do? If this was virtual reality nothing bad would happen to him, he could wait it out until someone came. But it would still hurt… he could also fight back but he had no idea how injured he still was and if that was the smartest option, plus he had no idea how to use this suit. He was forced to a decision when someone kicked the door repeatedly. He groaned and went next to it, raising his guns. A boot kicked it down and the soldiers began to poor in. Alessandro pulled his triggers and just as fast as they came they were cut down, Tracer's pistols having infinite ammunition was a great thing. He simply camped in the house, letting the soldiers run up and shooting them before they could even look.

"Simulation's done, that was the first level of difficulty by the way. Ready for round two?"

"I'm ready to get out of here, to be honest. Is that an option?" He asked. He flinched hearing bullets outside. "I'll take that as a no."

"Winston, we have a problem." Mercy said, crossing her arms and glaring down at him. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, putting on his glasses and standing up.

"What's the problem Mercy? Is it the boy?"

"Yes, I said to leave him in the capsule with supervision." She answered coldly. In all honesty he had expected this reaction from Mercy. She took the care of her patients with utmost seriousness and she normally didn't trust anyone with caring for them. The only reason she left the boy is because she needed to test out her wingsuit, which Brigitte was repairing.

"He'll be fine on his own, he can't get out of the capsule and he can barely move. I thought he deserved some time alone to think of all this." Winston answered casually.

"I'm not talking about the supervision, I knew you would leave him alone despite what I said. I'm talking about this." Mercy replied, handing Winston a tablet with a video feed on. He took it and after a closer look he noticed it was showing the virtual reality training room…active.

"Who would be training this early in the morning?" Winston asked. "Who is running the simulation?"

"Look closer, Winston."

He frowned and fixed his glasses, narrowing his eyes. He now noticed a blue flash running between the enemies without any coordination. First it crashed into one of the soldiers, then it jumped incorrectly and tripped over a car, face planting. The figure got up and crouched behind the car, firing at the simulated soldiers. It was a boy, not tall at all, he had brown messy hair and light skin, when Winston zoomed in he saw the brown eyes and a serious face.

"Is that the boy?" Winston asked, mainly to himself. "Athena! Cancel the simulation and tell me who's running it." He ordered, marching out of the room with Mercy following him. "Athena? God dammit."

"What is wrong?" Mercy asked.

"Athena is the one running the simulation, that's why she isn't talking. She somehow got him in there and is now making him do this. I just can't tell why. Call Mei and tell her to take manual control, I'll go help him before Athena raises the difficulty too much."

"My leg's gonna snap." Alessandro muttered to himself, peeking over the car he was hiding behind and firing a few more rounds. As the difficulty increased he was forced to hide more and more. Not that it would help, he kept getting shot by everyone. But the more he tried to move around the more his leg hurt, he was lucky it was only his leg. He had figured out how to use Tracer's ability and move faster, but it definitely put more stress on his already wounded leg. "Can I swap weapons? I'd like D. Va's!"

"D. Va? Very well." The voice, whatever that person was, replied. His two pulse pistols were taken away and in his right hand a pink smaller pulse pistol appeared. A few meters behind him the mech materialized. He fired a few more rounds before hopping over to the mech, getting in.

"Battle systems online." The mech's computerized voice said. "Welcome back D. Va." Immediately after the glass of the cockpit lit up with several notices and options. Alessandro smiled widely, firing at the soldiers he could see like a giant turret and taking them out quickly. "Considerable damage obtained, exercise caution." The suit warned, showing him a few failures here and there, nothing serious, but he couldn't stay still next round.

"The difficulty will be set to twenty now."

"COME ON! I JUST GOT THIS SUIT!" Alessandro yelled. Enemies spawned and he pulled back on his controls, flying his mech straight through a house and crashing into the ground. He sighed and got up right after. "Ok, this is like a game. You've even used…wait I've used these controls before. These are the same as in Battle Mechs!" He laughed, standing up and turning to the enemies. How the tables have turned, he flew upwards and rained bullets downwards, spinning midair and landing behind a car. He picked up the car and threw it, laughing as it blew up and took out more enemies. Luckily this was virtual or he wouldn't be having this much fun. Three enemies with rocket launchers spawned and he used the defense matrix to shoot the rockets out of the sky, activating his boosters after that and barreling through them. He flew upwards and then used his fusion cannons to shoot whoever he saw. Although he was doing much better than before, and he was having fun he certainly was taking a lot of damage. His suit sounded a warning and he groaned, but knew what he could do. He crashed in middle of a group of enemies, four or five, and then jumped out of the mech and limped away as fast as he could. When they stood back up the mech began shaking and sparking, blowing up much like a firework and killing them all. He used the light cannon, basically an automatically pulse pistol like Tracer's, and shot a few rounds before hiding back in a house. He was about to call in a new mech, if he could, when the room flickered. The town and enemies left and came back, then the whole thing disappeared completely. Alessandro, who had been on the second floor of the house, would've fallen down very painfully but Winston had (finally) arrived. He jumped, caught Alessandro and landed easily.

"Having fun?" He asked with grin.

"When I had the mech. Virtual reality really hurts." Alessandro said, making him laugh.

"Yes well, now you must spend even more time in the MAC." Mercy said, walking with a quick pace into the room. "What were you thinking?" She crossed her arms, giving him a disapproving look much like a mother would.

"I didn't choose this. The capsule opened and said I was fine, then the door opened. I went out and followed some lights on the floor, which led me here and the doors locked. Any idea who could've done this?"

"Athena." Winston huffed. "You two go back to the medical wing, I'll make sure everything is right with the system. And this time, listen to Mercy and only Mercy."

Mercy took Alessandro's hand and led him out, the last he saw of Winston was him trying to talk to something, although he couldn't see what. Mercy led him through the hallways at a quick pace, keeping an iron grip on his hand from which he couldn't escape. When they arrived she ordered him to lay in the capsule, but instead of closing it she turned it off. Alessandro raised an eyebrow at her but she raised a finger to her lips for silence and went to his side. She put a hand on his right leg and closed her eyes.

"During your…training session, your right leg partially broke. It had healed but you still needed rest. Your left leg almost got to that point, and your torso and back are still very bruised." She said, opening her eyes. "You're lucky you didn't break something again."

"How can you tell all this?" He asked, sounding a bit awe.

"My suit allows me to quickly scan a person to see what the problem is, I just need to touch said person. Think of it as a mobile, and weaker, version of the MAC. It can heal quickly and be used for more than medical assistance, but it cannot heal some wounds which the MAC could. Hold still." She began to glow with a goldish aura, and so did Alessandro. He felt an enormous sense of relief and a sigh escaped his mouth. His aching left him completely and the pain in his leg subsided. Mercy pulled away and looked down at him with the smallest of smiles.

"Thank you." He said, sitting up and shaking his legs a bit. "I feel perfect now."

"But you still need to give your body time to rest. More stunts like the training room and you may get seriously injured. Again." Her smile widened as she saw him pout. "What is your name?"

"Come again?"

"What is your name? I believe no one has asked you that yet."

"Alessandro." He offered his hand. "A pleasure to meet you?"

"The pleasure is mine." She said, shaking his hand. "Now, even if you are not tired get some rest. Your body needs it." Mercy said, crossing her arms.

"You're just going to stay here?"

"I'll be keeping an eye on you until you're fully healed."

"You really do take your patients care seriously. I respect that." He answered, laying down and closing his eyes. He never managed to fall asleep and it wasn't long before he and Mercy started talking, just talking. It was a nice, peaceful moment and during those couple of hours Alessandro felt like he had made a new friend. Mercy was extremely nice and, although she kept complaining that he moved too much, didn't seem to be bothered by talking so much. It was nice to be with a friend after the last day.

"Athena, why did you do that? He could've gotten seriously injured." Winston said, tapping furiously on a holo-keyboard.

"Winston, we've spoken of this several times already. You know why I had to do that."

"He is seventeen, Athena. Seventeen! He is not ready for this kind of thing, and he was still hurt. Plus, I never asked for candidates."

"He is perfect, you saw how he did in his town. He has the will, the courage, and the strength to become a great agent. He just needs training."

"How many times did he get shot?"

"Two-hundred virtual bullets hit him, out of three-million that were fired." Athena sounded annoyed now, and Winston could imagine her as a real woman crossing her arms and glaring at him.

"I'm not going to have a kid join Overwatch." He murmured, sounding a bit sad. "If anything happened to him, I would never forgive myself. He's too young."

"Winston, if we are going to win this we need more agents. There are no guarantees the others will join us, we were lucky with , other recruits will most likely say no and past agents have avoided our messages or ignored them completely. He can help us, and he may be vital. We need every hero we can get."

"Athena-"

"Winston, you and me both know that you have no suitable argument besides your conscious. And the world is spiraling into chaos, we cannot think of morals or useless human conceptions such as age. If he wants to join, let him join."

"Fine! But if he says no, we'll take him back home. Just don't do anything like this again."

Athena made a triumphant sound, but didn't say anything. Her plan had worked, she was extremely confident that Alessandro would join Overwatch and if things went as planned he would become a great agent. He's ust what this agency needs.

New blood.

And that wad chapter two of New Hero!

Sorry I suck at fighting scenes, it's one my weak points when it comes to writing. ;~;

I'm having a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you like it! Don't forget to fav, follow and most importantly review because your opinions are always valued. Expect more chapters in the future!