"You're getting slow, Faree." I smirked and spun low, knocking her off her feet and then stepping on her neck to keep her down. She was in a tank top that revealed most of her muscular waist and sweatpants. I had my shirt off (Fareeha really knew how to make me sweat during training) and I was wearing shorts.

"Or you're getting good," She answered, smiling at me. I offered my hand, lifting her up after she took it.

"Oh I know that isn't the truth," I replied quietly, smirking. "A little angel caught your eye?"

The two of us turned our gaze to behind Fareeha, where Angela was working out. She was close enough to get a good look, but far enough that we she wouldn't notice us. She was wearing a black shirt, shorts and running shoes. Next to her was Genji, who was helping her out. After her last battle she had decided she needed to get back into the shape she used to be in, if only to perform better in battle.

"She looks good when she works out," I continued, eyeing Fareeha. The soldier's cheeks turned pink and I chuckled. "Called it, you have a crush on the doctor!"

"Shh!" She hissed, covering my mouth. "Don't speak so loud!" I swatted her hand away and rolled my eyes.

"I'm not that dumb, Faree, so how long has this been going on? You two did get close pretty fast now that I think of it," I said, leaning forward conspiratorially. "Wait, are you two a thing? This a secret?"

"What? No!" Fareeha immediately said, very loudly. Her cheeks were full-blown red and she was pulling at the edge of her tank top, probably feeling hotter. "I used to have a silly crush when I was a child, but now…" She sighed, shaking her head. "I shouldn't meddle with my colleagues."

"Well, Overwatch isn't officially back, meaning she isn't really a colleague…" I murmured, trying to keep my voice casual but being a bit suggestive. "Hana and I are together, right? Someone in Overwatch had been with Ana, that's how you were born."

"Please, do not speak of that."

"Sorry," I answered quickly. "Look, I've seen the way you're looking at her and I also see how she sticks close to you, how she always asks for your help at the lab, you should go for it."

"Please, she sees me as some sort of child," Fareeha argued. "I met her when I was a child."

"You're just denying the truth." I put a hand to my chin and stared at the doctor and the ninja. After a few moments an idea came up. "But I'm your wingman, I'll help you out here, yeah?" I cupped my hands to my mouth. "HEY ANGEL- GAH!"

Fareeha had me in a headlock in a split second, pinning me to the ground. I coughed and pulled at her arm, to no avail, slapping it several times so she would let go. Only when Genji and Angela arrived did Fareeha let go, forcing a smile.

"What's going on here?" Angela asked, sounding worried. She helped me up and rubbed my back as I coughed, trying to get some air.

"Fareeha got me by surprise, I shouldn't have lowered my guard," I answered with a croak. "I was calling you to see if you'd lend me Genji, I need to sharpen my sword fighting."

"I am currently training doctor Ziegler, can that not wait?" Genji asked, not in a rude way.

"Fareeha can train the doctor!" I replied before the Egyptian could answer. "Besides I'll be seeing Hanzo soon, I need all the training I can get, right?" I narrowed my eyes at Genji and, although I doubt he knew what Fareeha felt, he understood something was up and nodded. Angela tried to play it cool but I saw the nervous brush of her hair and the glance towards Fareeha's muscular midsection. Before anyone could say something I pushed Fareeha towards Angela and had them leave, saying I'd need more space for sword fighting.

"Do you wish to explain why you are so intent on swordplay?" Genji asked, a hint of humor in his voice.

"Ah, I think if I do Fareeha will grab me, and this time she'll snap my neck," I joked, stretching my arms above my head. "Besides, I could use the practice."

"Is that what you Americans call hooking up? Miss Amari is hooking up with the doctor?" Genji asked, crossing his arms. My smile told me he had discovered my nefarious plans and he chuckled, snapping his fingers. Immediately two swords formed out of thin air and fell into our hands. They were virtual, of course, but we'd still feel the pain from them. I spun mine in one hand with ease, smiling at my sensei.

"Maybe this time I'll beat you, eh?" I asked, gripping the handle in both hands and getting in my stance, sword raised high. Genji chuckled and held his sword in front of him with one hand.

"A warrior should never underestimate his enemy, for his arrogance means defeat," Genji answered.

"Sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you over my- SURPRISE ATTACK!"

I lunged at Genji, bringing my sword down in a deadly arc. He raised his own in both hands and easily blocked it, pushing me back. I stumbled back and spun, using my momentum to deliver a strong blow. Genji easily sidestepped and countered, and I blocked his sword. My smile was gone now, replaced by utter seriousness. We traded a few blows, our swords sparking each time. Finally, Genji jumped and spun, kicking me square in the face. I went flying and rolled over the floor a few times before landing on my feet, running back at him. I ducked under his sword and elbowed him in the gut, rolling to the side and slicing at his legs. He jumped up and over the blade, and myself, landing right behind me and putting the thing against my neck.

"You are still too slow," Genji said, but I smirked.

"Not quite." I pushed myself back against him. The blade left my neck for a second and I fell to the ground, escaping it. Before Genji could recover I spun and successfully made him trip, trying to stab in the stomach, he raised his blade to block it, holding me in place.

"Very good, I was almost disappointed," Genji muttered, pushing against me. "But today is not the day."

Genji grunted and forced me back, jumping to his feet and kicking me swiftly in the stomach. The air left my body and I hit a wall with a grunt, falling to the ground. Genji spun his sword twice and pretended to sheath it, but it merely disappeared from his hands. Mine also disappeared.

"Well, looks like I'm not beating Hanzo yet," I muttered. He offered a hand and I took it, letting him pull me up. I heard a slow clapping and turned to see my dad walking towards us, wearing jeans and a turtleneck. Despite yesterday I did my best to look casual, although I could tell Genji was a bit bothered by his presence.

"Impressive, you weren't kidding when you said you could handle a sword," He said, a bit awkwardly. "He, uh, seemed to slam you pretty hard there."

"Nothing Angela can't handle," I chirped, patting my bruised stomach. "And nothing I can't handle either."

"Well, if you two are done and you're still up for it, care to train with me?" Dad asked. He still sounded awkward, but the offer was serious enough. Still, I turned to Genji with a questioning look.

"I will judge the fight, if Alessandro wishes it so," Genji said, his voice a mask of calm and peace.

"Well, I guess we can spar," I shrugged as if it didn't matter. "You just, ah, you know I won't be holding back, right?"

"Give your old man some credit," He said, smiling a bit. "I have some moves."

/

"Uh oh, what do you think that's about?" I asked quietly, nudging Angela. The doctor frowned, rubbing the back of her head.

"Well, it looks like they're going to train together," Angela replied. "We should not worry about that, it's his father after all."

"Please, Angela, you remember what he said at the table the other day," I muttered, narrowing my eyes. "I don't like that man."

"The feeling will pass, he was just mad and now you're just mad at him," Angela said. I was about to answer that no, I didn't like that man, when I heard the doctor grunting and turned to see her stretching, her arms high above her head, her entire self on display. I quickly looked away, forcing myself to seem as casual as ever. I shouldn't be looking at the doctor anyway. "Anyway, what's next Fareeha? We aren't done yet, are we?"

"You sound excited to keep sweating," I muttered, turning to her with the ghost of a smile.

"Working out can be enjoyable," She answered with her own dazzling smile, and I felt my heart skip a beat. She frowned, waving her hand in front of my face. "Fareeha? Fareeha why are you smiling?"

"Uh…" I gulped, shaking myself out of it and forcing a more serious face. I turned around before she could notice my cheeks burning. It took only a few moments to compose myself, just as I'd do on a battlefield. I smiled at the thought, the peaceful doctor put me on edge as much as an enemy would. "I'm fine, we should get back to work. Tell me, doctor, have you done weights?"

Ten minutes later we were in the weight room, all alone except for the ticking of a clock. Angela seemed skeptical, but she had nothing left to do. She could leave, but she wasn't doing that either. So with a friendly smile I guided her to the bench and had her lay down. I grunted as I pulled off some of the larger weights someone had left here (probably Zarya, that women had monstrous strength) and put on two smaller weights of thirty each, would that be too much?

"Ready?" Angela asked, her hands gripping the bar above her. Fareeha smiled and nodded, her hands hovering an inch from the bar in case Angela needed help.

Angela had always seemed rather delicate to Fareeha, at least since she had joined Overwatch. The doctor was always smiling, always had that kind voice and was always cheerful. She had been warned by the older agents to not be fooled, Angela wasn't some delicate flower, but she couldn't help but see her like that. At least, she couldn't help that before. Right now Angela seemed oddly determined and her face was serious and hard as a rock, her arms pumping up and down and her breathing very controlled. Each time it went down she breathed out, every time it went up she breathed in, doing better than the soldier had expected.

Indeed, she had been severely wrong to believe the doctor was delicate.

Finally, Fareeha grabbed the metal bar, easily and gently pulled it out of the doctor's hand and putting it back where it belonged. She frowned as she realized Angela was huffing, one hand on her stomach as she laid on the bench.

"You did too much," Fareeha finally stated. "I'm sorry, I should've stopped you."

"Don't…" She took a deep breath, sitting up and turning to Fareeha. Her skin gleamed with sweat and she had to wipe her hair off her forehead. "Don't be sorry, I knew I should've stopped."

"Then why didn't you?" Fareeha questioned, gently sliding a finger down Angela's arm with a worried expression. Angela laughed at the gesture which was sweet yet silly.

"A little exertion won't kill me, Faree," Angela murmured as she stood up. "Don't worry."

"You're avoiding the question," Fareeha murmured, her lip turning up in a small smile. Angela's ears turned pink and she simply returned the smile.

"If you really want to know…" She said quietly, apparently relenting. "It's very dumb, but I was trying to impress."

"Impress?" Fareeha asked, obviously confused. Angela simply winked and turned around, walking away and leaving a stunned Fareeha standing there in middle of the gym. That's when she heard laughing and turned to see Alessandro on the ground, panting, as his father crossed his arms and shook his head.

/

Survivor's POV

"Jesus Christ," I yelled, laughing again as I grabbed my side. "Where did you learn that?"

"I am a soldier of the United States, kiddo," Dad answered with a smirk as he offered a hand.

"You got lucky," I replied, taking his hand and letting him pull me up.

"Did I? You said you wouldn't hold back," He answered. I narrowed my eyes and he laughed. "Yeah I know you did; you were never good at being harsh."

"Not with people I care about, but the rest?" I sighed, my thoughts turning towards the day I lost everything, when I had killed those Talon soldiers. "I do what I have too. And dad?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you put the gun in the cracker drawer?" I demanded, crossing my arms. His laughter boomed across the room and I couldn't help but crack a smile. Before he could answer I heard footsteps behind us and turned, seeing Fareeha. She seemed a bit flustered but was very good at hiding it.

"You guys done working out?" I asked, fist-bumping her. Her cheeks flushed and she turned to the exit, confused.

"Yes, she did better than I thought," Fareeha murmured. She seemed to shake herself out of her thoughts and turned back to us three, smiling coyly at me. "Are you three done? I thought I saw you on the floor just now."

"Dad got me good," I admitted, shooting him a joking glare. "But I think two beatings is all I can take today."

"You think you're ready to face Hanzo?" My dad asked, the worry in his voice evident. But this time it didn't seem like he wanted to stop me.

"I'll never feel ready," I answered earnestly, shrugging. "I never felt ready for any of the stuff I've done but I managed, same goes here. When I fight Hanzo I'll just give it my all."

"You are ready," Fareeha said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You've fought people just as dangerous before and survived, you'll be fine."

"Remember, when we meet my brother there won't be any death," Genji said. "You will just prove to him you've learned from me and, if he honors his promise, he will join us."

"And if he doesn't honor his promise?" Dad asked, turning to Genji.

"He will."

"But if he doesn-"

"So when are we going anyway?" I interrupted, eager to avoid another fight between my new family and my dad.

"In a few days, make sure you are well rested before we go," Genji advised.

"Sounds good, now if you guys don't mind I'm gonna go do some things," I was already taking a step back as I spoke. In reality I was just going to see Hana and take it easy.

Now this was a calm day.