"Hana, could I please have a word with you?" Nathan asked me again. I sighed and turned around, making my annoyance obvious. He had followed me right out of the hallway and I had been ignoring him for a bit now.
"If you can stop calling me Hana and call me Diva, sure," I finally answered, crossing my arms.
"Isn't your name Hana, though?" He raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. "Whatever, Diva, so can we talk?"
"Go ahead."
"Uh, right here in the hallway…?"
"Did you want to talk to me or not? And make it fast," I said.
"Ha-" He sighed and corrected himself. "Diva, I don't want to be on bad terms with you. I want to talk like respectful adults."
"Like you respectfully talked to Angela?" I snorted. "Just get to the point."
"Fine, be like that," He murmured. "I don't approve of you and my son being together."
"I- Excuse me?!"
"I don't like the fact you two are together," He repeated.
"I understood you the first time," Hana muttered. "Why are you trying to ruin everything?"
"What do you mean?"
"Please!" Hana whipped her arms back angrily. "Isn't it obvious? You fight with us at every turn, you're going against our relationships. Him with Angela, him and I, and I saw you go interrupt his training session the other day!"
"I'm not trying to ruin anything," He answered calmly. "I'm just looking out for my son."
"Did you ever think that maybe your son doesn't need that?" I questioned. "He even told you, you can't keep looking out for him."
"He's only eighteen, he's still a kid, and I will take care of him no matter what," Nathan replied in a whisper, his voice tight. "And right now all you people are bad for him."
"Why are we bad?"
"I've looked at the records," Nathan hissed, taking a step closer and lowering his voice. "He's been shot more times than I have, he's been in the damn medical wing more times than you have, and you're an actual soldier! Why has he gotten these many injuries? Because he's working for you people."
"He…he knows what he's doing," Hana answered, but she sounded unsure. Was it their fault? He had agreed but who would've said no to their rescuers? To other heroes? If it were someone else, or in a different circumstance, would he have gone home?
"He's now a criminal and he's being hunted," Nathan continued. "He obviously isn't safe and his well-being isn't being taken into account. You care for him? Then let him go so he can be safe."
Hana suddenly couldn't say anything, all her anger was gone, filled with doubt. Nathan stared her down for a few moments before sighing and turning around. He began walking away but before disappearing from Hana's sight he looked over his shoulder.
"I just want what's best for the last member of my family. I don't think anyone can blame me for that."
With that, he walked away, leaving Hana alone with her thoughts.
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Alessandro's POV
"Lena, where are we going?" He asked for the millionth time, letting out a puff of annoyance.
"Hasn't Angie taught you anything about being patient?" Lena asked, flashing a smile. Today the brit was wearing jeans, a tank top and her aviator jacket above it. As always, her hair was a mess, to top it off she was wearing some shades.
"You're a dork," Alessandro muttered with a smile. "How long has it been since we hung out, just you and me?"
"Too long," She replied, playfully slinging an arm around him. "I missed my skydiver!"
"Ugh, please don't remind me," He groaned, covering his mouth and pretending to barf. "I don't think I'll ever get on a plane with you again."
"Don't be like that!" She pouted, her shades fell down enough for him to see her sad puppy eyes. "Go for a flight with me soon, please?"
"…How does Emily ever win an argument when you have that face?" The boy muttered, pushing her glasses back up. "If I don't have to jump off, sure, I'll fly with you again. Something tells me I won't have an option, though."
"Whaddya mean?" Lena raised an eyebrow. "And pick up the pace!"
"I mean-" He yelped as Lena suddenly pulled him along, pretty much speed-walking now. "Soon enough we'll have more missions to go on, all of us will have to fly all over. Next time we fly it won't be for fun."
"There's always time for fun." The pilot looked to the sky, her eyes probably tracking a lone aircraft. "That was motto back in the old days, y'know? Between Jack's soldierly attitude, all of our missions, the threats we had to face…well, I think everyone needed some fun. Work work work, and you'll break."
"Tell me about the old days," He asked quietly, slinging an arm around Lena. She sighed and let herself lean on him, their pace getting slower. For a silly moment Alessandro wondered if Hana would be jealous, but no, not even Hana would think something was going on. They didn't have that kind of chemistry, they had no romance with them.
"I don't know much about the beginnings, but when I joined things looked so promising for us," She began. "Angela was so impressive, breakthrough after breakthrough, helping so many people. Jack stood tall and led us without a doubt, always ready. Captain Amari, our dear Ana, took good care of all of us." Alessandro didn't what happened to these heroes, all of them were before his time. Still, he didn't interrupt Lena to ask. She was in her own world. "Reinhardt looked much younger, but not much has changed. He's always been this honorable, strong and dependable, even after Ana died. So much as changed, though, Al, so much…"
"Well, some of it's been for the better," I said, sounding lame. Lena gave me questioning glance as if even she didn't believe this. "What I mean is, some things are good now and will get better. Hana is with you guys, Lucio now, Genji and his brother will soon be together and hopefully get along, you have Emily, Torbjorn has his family, right?"
"I guess some of those things wouldn't have happened without Overwatch falling," Lena agreed, smiling just a bit. "Like Emily, I never would've met her while in service. And Genji does seem much happier now, he was too bitter before. Plus, we have you too, I wouldn't change that for anything. Don't think anyone would."
"See? Some things did work out well enough," I offered a broader smile, although my cheeks were burning from the compliment.
"Still, I wish things were as before," She whispered. "I miss Ana, and Jack, and Reyes, our other partners, Amelie…"
"Amelie?" I questioned. "That sounds…french."
"Yeah, well, got any ideas what happened to her?"
The name was French, and the way Lena spoke that name…she was sad, but also bitter. That sudden fire of competition had lit up in her eyes. It was a mix of emotions all boiling under the surface. If this Amelie could cause such a stir within Lena she had to mean a lot. But what had happened to her? Anger, bitterness, competition…
"No way," Alessandro with wide eyes, turning to face the brit properly. "No way she can be an old Overwatch agent, impossible!"
"No, she wasn't," Lena agreed. "But Amelie was, or rather, Amelie was related to Overwatch. She was one of the agent's wives."
"So…she was or she wasn't?"
"Amelie was part of Overwatch, even if it wasn't official, we all knew her and treated her as one of us," Lena explained. "But Widowmaker isn't Amelie, Amelie is gone. Widowmaker is only a part of Talon."
"So tell me about Amelie, then," I suggested. I was still confused and curious, but I didn't want to talk about Widowmaker and upset my friend more.
"Oh, Amelie was great!" Lena suddenly cheered, smiling widely. "She was a ballerina, not a soldier, but she was incredibly smart. She and Angie would walk for hours about this or that invention, she'd help train the new recruits, show them that you had to know more than fire a gun. She helped train me after my accident."
"Sounds like you two were close," I stated. "She sounds cool too."
"She was a civilian who could kick a soldier's arse, cool doesn't begin to describe her," Lena agreed. "She helped wherever she could, since she had to be at the base so much because of her husband, and- Oh, we're here."
"Uh, what?"
I looked ahead of us and just now realized how far we had gone. We stood in front of an abandoned building, behind it there seemed to be an airfield. Everything was closed down, there was a sign too. Private property. I frowned, taking a step forward.
"An old Overwatch base?"
"Exactly, come on," Lena chirped. "I know the back way."
I didn't argue as Lena led me around the right side of the building. She pulled the zipper of her coat up and blinked to the wall, then blinked over the chain-link fence covering the rest of the property.
"Come on, slowpoke," She joked.
"Not all of us can blink!" I complained, looking around the area. I spotted a rusty dumpster and went to it, pushing it against the fence. I climbed it then ran up the wall, kicking myself off and over the fence. I landed with a grunt but when I stood up I didn't see Lena anywhere.
"Yoo-hoo! Over here!" She called, far off by another building on the airfield. This building was smaller and had all the windows boarded up. Maybe it was an old supply room? It was too small to be a hangar. I ran over to Lena, who kept rushing me, and once I arrived she blinked to the roof.
"I'm getting jealous of your abilities," I muttered, taking a few steps back before dashing towards the building. I sprang up the wall, almost to end and tried to grab the edge but my hand fell a few inches short-
"Gotcha," Lena grunted, grabbing my wrist. After a few seconds, she pulled me up onto the roof. I followed her to a small metal hatch in the roof which Lena opened. She jumped in and a heard her feet hit the ground a second later. Without hesitation, I also jumped into the dark room.
"Lena I can't see anything, re oscuro," I whispered. I felt like whispering.
"I love it when you speak Spanish," She answered cheerfully. A light clicked on and, after blinking for a few seconds, I saw around the room. It was small and dirty but definitely used. A few cushioned chairs sat on one side, an old holo-tv glowed on the wall, there was a small fridge and even a gas heater. A little hideout, right next to our hideout. "Ta da! My little home away from our other little home, cozy isn't it?"
"Very," I murmured, looking around some of the dustier objects. "But why'd you bring me here?"
"We need to talk, love." She sounded serious. I turned to see her eyes burning with that fire from before.
"Talk about what?" I asked although I knew what…who she meant.
"Talk about how we'll take down Widowmaker."
That's it for this chapter! Anyone else missing Tracer as much as I was? Hm? Yeah?
In a couple chapters I'll start adding the OC's to the story, if anyone else wants to send me one do it now! You can comment it but messaging me the details is better. Remember it must have age, nationality, weapons, appearance and gender, I'll also remind everyone now that OC's (for the most part) will not have any SUPER important roles in the story itself, but it'll be great to use them!
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