Three weeks since Noah's first mission and the agent finally felt part of the team. Tracer and Winston were the first to congratulate him and it was hard not to. Civilson was a high profile criminal and for a first time Overwatch agent to take him down was a little hard to believe. Still to victor go the spoils and by that sore muscles and mission report.

Currently he was in the medical wing with Mercy simply asking him about how his condition maybe changing and trying to find the problem. The condition was still unknown to him, but Dr. Ziegler seems to have a few leads on it.

The man sat down with his coffee and let the moment go slowly around him as the doctor was writing down a few notes. "And since your mission almost a month ago have you experienced any major change in eyesight."

"I can still see with the glasses and nothing I can recall seemed to change that." Angela breathed out in frustration and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Um, Angela it's fine. I can get used to wearing these glasses a little while longer. I'm just glad you're still finding a way to help me."

"Of course. I wish to provide the best medical services available, besides with Overwatch's recall now in effect perhaps we can improve the organization beyond a military workforce."

Noah raised an eyebrow and swirled around to face Angela. She looked up and knew what was next. "Really? From what I've heard Overwatch was more than a military branch. Winston told me that you and him help expand it over."

"That may be true, however I held a very close belief that Overwatch's military history will be its downfall. Because according to many sources they viewed Overwatch as an army not anything less or more. Weapon development still came from Winston's area as was training recruits on medical procedures on the battlefield. I was very vocal on the subject, but it fell on deaf ears."

"Why? Didn't you have enough influence on the public about it?"

"Unfortunately when I brought up the issues, I was adding flames to Overwatch's burning reputation. Morrison was underneath a lot of flack for Blackwatch's existence. My complaints were just adding salt to the wound."

She sighed and looked outside. The Glory Days were looking more and more bleak as she kept on recalling the memories. Gabriel Reyes face-heel turn was more obvious now and without Jack…

Noah tapped on her desk and she returned to reality. He was saying something and she couldn't follow. "...things could be worse."

"Worse?"

"Well yeah, we'd all be dead at Talon's hands. I don't know about me, but you guys are a big threat to them."

"That is very true." The two sat in silence for a few minutes when Noah leaned back in his chair. Angela pondered on what to talk about next. The machines were slightly behind, but Winston informs her that the medical wings went unused for some time, so the equipment was something that needed a little patience.

"Hey doc."

"Hmm?"

Noah put down his coffee cup and spun around in the chair. "Care to give me any advice for this thing I have?"

"What seems to be the problem?" Noah had a smirk growing when his back faced the doctor, but he held it back. "I might need an examination later this evening. Are you free by any chance?"

Angela picked up on the line and just chuckled at that cliché line. "Oh, I do not know Mr. Bastin. I am fairly busy with all this work." She stood up and turned Noah around. He sucked in his breath in surprise as she put her hand at the top of the chair and loomed over him. "Though maybe, I could find some time for your "examination"."

Inside Noah was sweating bullets since he didn't expect that, but still he was relieved. The doctor seemed to be remembering some nasty things when she told him about Overwatch. Jokingly flirting was a nice little way to break the ice and change the subject. "Though you have a point, in the past few weeks I have been busy with reexamining old agents. Actually it seems very neglectful of me when you already done one mission. I must remedy this mistake. Come back tonight and we'll begin."

The two shared a friendly smile with one another as he got up from the swivel chair.

"Alright, I'll see ya soon." He left and Angela continued her work. However before he left, Noah looked at the doorway to the room Burr was in. A stare that lasted a few seconds, but in his mind lasted hours.

"Um, actually I'm gonna go see Burr." Angela nodded and let Noah passed her. He entered the room and saw the machines working on keeping the man alive. "Hey man."

No response. That was expected. He breathed out in frustration and sadness as memories of the two were flowing through him. It was nice to remember those times and Noah rubbed the back of his neck as he sat down.

"I really, really hate you right now." He laughed. "You got me back in here and, hey I saw Baron earlier a few weeks ago. He's fine minus a few broken ribs." No response. His grin fell as he gave up the happy facade. "I...I want you to understand, I'm here. We're both here." He grabbed Burr's hand and squeezed it softly.

"I always knew you wanted us to join Overwatch since we were teens, but I never took you seriously on that. Honestly I thought we'd be thieves for the rest of our lives and even after we gave that life up, I thought we'd die pathetically." Now the bad memories and close calls with death resurfaced. "You stayed by my side since I was twelve even younger and I'm sorry that you had deal with me for that long."

Noah got up and let go of Burr's hand. "I'll do my best to make you proud or at least not disappointed that much." He laughed bitterly as he left. Burr's hand was still until the door closed and then his hand twitched.

"Thanks Angela, I'll see you later tonight."

"Oh. Wait, you were serious?" Angela said surprised. Noah winked at her as he opened the door to the rest of the base. "Always if I want my charm to work."

The doctor chuckled at the line and swiped a bang from her face. "I'll let you know if it works." Noah waved goodbye and felt slightly better from Doc's playful attitude. Maybe a bit better than what he expected.

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He walked down the hallways of the base and let his thoughts run. 'It's been over a month since I joined Overwatch. A month of running, gunning, and not dying. I wonder what else I can do.'

"Look out below!" He snapped out of his thoughts when Lena landed on his back. The Brit rubbed the back of her forehead as she realized her fall wasn't as painful. However the groan of pain alarmed her. She looked down to see herself basically sitting on the back of Noah's neck. And he was groaning something.

"What was that luv?" He pulled his head up and repeated. "Get your ass off my neck."

"Oh sorry bout that. Didn't mean to do that." She got off him and helped him up. "I've been a bit bored since my last mission last week."

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "At least you did something last week. I was, uh, training with Zarya for awhile before she left to see her family. And Angela taught me...um some stuff on medical areas. So yeah that's what I've been-"

"You're bored out of your bloody mind aren't you?"

Noah hunched over defeated. "Yeeeees. The only thing of substance was either visiting Burr or listening to Angela's stories."

"Oh and what'd she tell you?"

"Overwatch backstory and whatever. That was the only thing of entertainment that I had this week."

"And what bout the other agents. I'm sure you could've done something with them." Noah shook his head. "Lucio has a concert, 's at a competition, I don't know about Pharah, Genji's on mission so no sword lessons, and everyone else is...I don't really know. Honestly I'm just want to go somewhere outside of the base."

Lena nodded at that sentiment and put her arm around him. "Nah, cheer up luv. We could always visit your apart…" Noah looked at her. "Oh right it was destroyed."

"We can see if Winston has another mission ready."

"Or." She stopped him. "Or we can just hang out here."

"Hanging out here was the reason why I'm bored. Did you have something else in mind?" She shrugged her shoulders and Noah shook his head. "Alright, fine, I'm game for whatever you got in that crazy mind of yours."

"Crazy awesome."

"No, just crazy." The two shared a laugh and started to go through any possible scenario to kill the boredom.

"So why were you up in the air?" Noah asked.

"Oh, I was just trying flying. Trying to see how high I can get before this hunk of metal stops working." She demonstrated when they walked outside to the early morning sun. She propped herself in position and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Her companion looked straight into the air as she was high up. The Overwatch hero was nothing more than a speck in his eyes before she became bigger during her fall.

Noah watched her fall until she saw her slight move more toward him and in fact was right above him. He instinctively held out his arms and caught her. Lena giggled at his strained expression of suddenly catching a human being that fell a considerable distance from the sky to the ground.

"You...need a better landing plan."

"And that would be my enemy." She faked a karate chop at Noah's head and winked at him. "They'll never expect someone to fall directly on top of them and nip them in the bud."

He gave a deadpan expression and let her go. She fell on the ground with a little bit of pain as he patted his hands together. "Yeah go ahead you'll destroy them with your weight."

"I'm not that heavy." She growled. Noah gave a cheeky smirk at her scowl. "It's only cause I have this bit of tech that keeps me anchored in time you prick." He laughed at the anger and winked back.

"You're too easy to tease."

"I dunno I can say the same about you if I knew about your life."

He faked a sad sighed and glided his feet to move around her. "But you don't and poor Lena Oxton will have to face a handsome man with a mysterious past."

"Well you're half right. Ya got a mysterious past." Noah laughed at the quip and the two walked back in. The two conversed for some time about anything really. From what happened on their latest mission(really Noah's first mission and Tracer's first official team up with him) to anything relating in the news. Talon's been quiet for awhile now with one of their highest dealers now out of the game and Vishkar Corporation released a new "revolutionary" form of technology.

Noah was never a fan of Vishkar and for more reasons than it is for others. Lena somewhat understood with his sentiments, but moved on. The subject returned to their first mission together and Lena said Baron was being taken care of nicely. The request was from Noah and it was to be one final favor with one another. Though McCree was in charge of the interrogation so make of that as you will.

"...I'm just saying that Petras Act is pretty useless. I mean Overwatch was just going to come back anyways."

"And I agree with you, however everyone wants some comfort that something as powerful as Overwatch can be reigned in, destroyed even. We just want to know we still have power."

"That's kinda silly, almost stupid."

"Hey it's the best argument I can think of, besides what else could I say without offending you."

"You don't have to worry about offending me." Lena laughed. Noah rolled his eyes, "I would just shoot you if you did." He froze at that declaration, but she punched him in the shoulder.

"Just yankin' your chain mate. I'd never shoot you unless you actually gave me a reason." The two shared one last laugh before a loud boom was heard. The power went out around the area and the leftover Overwatch members walked out. Really Jesse McCree and Angela along with Tracer and Noah.

They all looked around for the probable cause and it came to them was an embarrassed Winston. "Apologizes to everyone. I was experimenting with a new project and I, uh…." Everyone stared at the genius gorilla as he tried to explain himself.

"Well, this is embarrassing."

"Oh hush, Noah. We simply have to restart the generator and Athena as well when the power will return."

McCree shrugged his shoulders. "You do that. Right now I've got to get back and continue my time with our little guests."

Noah turned his head and caught McCree's eye. "How's he doing by the way?"

"Stubborn, but I know a few methods to have him squeal."

Angela stepped away from the group and lit her staff up. "That may be the case Winston, but I need to take care of Burr." Noah's eyes darted toward the medical wing, but stopped himself. "Hey, I'll help you restart the generator. I've got nothing going on."

"Perfect, Lena follow us, we may need an extra pair of hands."

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"Now the generator should just be beyond the cliffside. Normally we would take the tunnels in the base to reach the otherside, but when Talon attacked my base, they caved it to prevent my escape."

"So how did you escape?" Noah asked.

"I didn't."

It took a moment for the message to sink in, but Noah finally got it. "Oh. Oooooh, nice." Winston gave a wide grin in approval. The trio went on until they finally reached the cliffside and Winston pulled out a small gun with a protruding hook standing out.

"Here, unlike Tracer or I, you do not have a proper means of passing through massive gaps. This should suffice until I can make any further modifications."

"Wow, thanks Winston. Careful though, I think you're going to start spoiling me with all these gifts. What's next super armor?" Winston shrugged his shoulders.

Lena touched the hook and it sprang open. She yelped in surprise as well as Noah when it shot out. Winston laughed at their reactions and picked the cable up. Holding the handle, he pressed a button on the handle and it reeled back in.

"Let's try that again." Noah gave a shy smile and took back from the scientists. "Now when fire, brace for the speed and do not worry about snapping the cable. It's capable of holding my weight without snapping."

"Aw don't sell yourself too short, Winston. Athena's told me you're doing great with your diet."

"I mean I may have dropped a few pounds these past few months." Behind the duo, Noah was carefully aiming the grappling hook at the edge across from them. He fiddled with the trigger until he heard a bang and saw the hook flying out. It attached to the rocky edge and reeled Noah in. "GAAAH!"

Lena and Winston looked behind them and found Noah hanging off the edge across. "Hey, you alright?"

"Perfect!" He replied sarcastically as he tried pulled himself up. Lena jumped in the air and blinked across the gap as Winston used his rockets to fly him over the gap. The two landed in front of Noah as he tried to pull himself up. Lena offered her hand and Noah gladly accepted it.

"This is an untested prototype Noah, so please be careful."

"Untested? And here I thought you were giving me toys out of the goodness of your heart."

"Aw cheer up, Noah, Winston is. Only these toys may or may not kill you, but don't worry I won't let anything happen to ya." Noah's heart warmed at that remark. In the past only Burr had his back. Winston walked up and held his hand out. "Actually there is one more feature left to show you."

Noah handed the grappling gun and Winston took it. The scientist pushed the handle in and soon the gun was a cylinder. He applied pressure and soon two hooks shot out. One coming out of each end.

"I also designed a zipline function as a way for you to cross. It can be quite handy. Not to mention it can pull up or down depending on the aim." Noah beamed at how useful this tool was and held the end Winston was holding. "My God, Bananna man you are one of my favorite people now."

"Thank you."

"Come on let's see you use it!" Noah chuckled and unlatched the hook and aimed at the mouth of a small cave. "Here, I'm going to try cross here. I'll see you guys soon." He fired the two hooks and gripped the cylinder tightly.

It seemed once the grip was set, the man moved fast along the cable line. He gave an excited laugh as he soon entered the cave. "Haha! This great, wait till Burr gets to notice this bab-!"

He was cut off by not letting go of the handle and hitting the stone rock in front of him. When he fell off, the hooks retracted and the tool fell on his chest. "Alright, gotta work on the landing though." He groaned. He laid on the ground for about a minute before a buzzing was heard in his head.

"Psst, hey. Hello? You still alive, luv?"

"Oh, hey Lena. I'm fine, just a bit...bruised at the moment."

"Hope you're not too hurt, the gap between us and the cave you're in right now is too wide. Can't really afford to fall and break our necks doing so."

"So I'm alone right now?"

"Hehe don't feel so lonely when I'm not around, No. Winston told me that cave used to be the main pathway to the generator behind the base. Just follow the path onward and we'll meet you on the other side."

"Ok, ok, sure I'll see you guys soon." He got up and looked ahead and behind him. Behind him the sun was out and in front of him a dark cave. Anxiously he pulled the handle out of his tool and it was back to being his grappling gun. Noah gave tired sigh as he held it close. "Hope there's no crazy monsters here."

The cave was small, damp, and dark. Kind of like his childhood, but instead of death, childhood trauma, and the loss of a loved one it's inside a cave. 'Really hope I get out of here soon. I can barely see the light.'

Sunlight from the mouth of the cave was soon hidden by stalagmites and soon the darkness consumed him. "Wonder if that Grim Reaper poser Burr doesn't like has his room like this?"

Now no light shined into the cave after a few more minutes of walking and Noah was blindly stumbling around. 'Jesus, I can't see a damn thing. Maybe Winston should've given a flashlight or night vision gog-gles…'

He frantically searched in his pockets until he felt his fingers wrap around them. Taking off his medical glasses for his mission ones, Noah tried using any feature to help him see in the dark. He tried some features, but finally found the one he was looking for. Selecting that one, night vision came on and Noah gave a sigh of relief.

"Hello? Anyone on this channel?"

"McCree?"

"Heya darlin', um, we have a small problem."

"What type of problem?" Noah asked.

"Well thanks to the power outage, the bio-electric locks on the cells are out and opened all the doors."

'Ah crap.' Noah thought. "Baron?"

"Baron. Bastard had the gall to run, but our ships are still here so keep an eye out. I already warned everyone else."

Noah said he'd be careful and hung up. Now there was loose prisoner on the island and he was stuck in a cave alone. 'This would be a terrible place to be ambushed in...though let's hope on the off chance he meets a genius gorilla and a time-travelling pilot instead of me.'

Continuing his journey, Noah felt lost until he saw light on the other side. He quickly ran up to the light and noticed it was a small beam coming from a massive cave in, in front of him. The agent peeked through and saw the form of what looks like the generator. And it seems he was the first one there, well if it wasn't for this blockade.

Noah pushed against the rocks with some force and noticed that it moved a smidge. Pressing against it, he could feel the rocks begin to move. "Helllllooo? Anyone still there?"

"Lena?" He grunted as started putting his back to it. "Got that right, we're almost at the generator room. We just have to pass some of the new security measures Winston installed when the generator's down."

"We need them to ensure that no one can personally damage it whether it's active or not." Winston growled. "Well that's great cause I'm right in front of the damn thing."

"Really? Winston said it was open, but I thought it'd cave in when it you arrived." Noah chuckled at that prediction. "Well you were right, but I think if I put enough effort! I can maybe push it out of the way."

"Well don't push too hard. I'm almost there and it'd be bad if we find you crushed underneath some rubble."

"I'm sure the doc can fix me up if that happens. And I wouldn't mind spending some extra time in the medical ward." There was silence for a minute, but Noah recalled his words and froze at that realization. A snort was heard on the other side and Noah rolled his eyes as he could hear Tracer finally let out the laugh.

"Hahaha! Someone's got a little crush at medical wing. Maybe Angela can help remedy that feeling. Thank God, this is on a private channel or else I could imagine the doctor frozen right now." If the light was on Noah it would be bright red and he was aware of it.

'How does that make me blush like a teenager?!' Noah stopped pushing and kicked the rocks hard. They moved more considerably this time. "Shut up! I mean-Screw you Lena!"

"I mean if you want to." Lena whispered seductively. Noah choked on some spit at that nose and Lena was on the floor laughing at the noise while Winston looked at the time-traveler confused. "Oh I'm sorry mate, but that was priceless. Maybe once you leave Overwatch, you can be a comedian. Anyways we're almost there, just hold on."

"..." Noah kicked the rocks one more time and it finally toppled over. He skipped back a few steps as the blockage collapsed.

Coughing from all the debris, dirt, and dust, Noah made his way into the generator room. The emergency lights were already kicked so that was his source of light of finding the place. Using his comms, he contacted Winston.

"Excellent, I knew you'd make it. Though I-I had my doubts after Lena told me about the cave in…"

"It's fine Winston. Look, I don't know my way around here. I'll just wait till you guys get here."

"Very well."

The feed was cut off just in time for Noah to suddenly find himself on the ground with a thumping pain on his cheek. "Ah, what the h-ELL!" He felt hands grasp the collar of his shirt and pushed him against the wall.

"NOAH!." Noah looked to see the feral eyes of Baron staring right at him. His forearm was pressed against Noah's throat and put some pressure on breathing. "Hey Baron...you look good.

"Get me out of here!"

"Ok, whoa slow down there." Noah said as Baron was getting more crazy. "I think you need to calm down here."

"Shut up! Shut the hell up! You just need me to get me out of here!" He was frantic. "If I'm where I think I am, then I am a dead man you here me! They'll kill me! I don't want to die, I DON'T WANNA DIE!"

He slammed Noah against the wall harder. The agent struggled with the weapons dealer and tried subduing him. "Just-Calm Down! I'm trying to help you!" He tried to wrestle for control of the situation, but Baron was overpowering him.

A man that acts like an animal is much stronger than one would think. And being a feral animal was what Baron acted like. Noah kicked Baron in the groin and pushed him off. The man stumbled back and stumbled till his back hit the generator behind him. Baron rolled into a ball.

"You've got to get me out of here. They'll kill me. They're whispering it in my ears. I can hear him wanting to claim my life. You've got to let me leave. You've got to let me leave. You've got to let me leave."

"What are you talking about? Listen I just want you to calm down. Nothing's going to happen to you. You're safe with me and everyone else here at Overwatch." That triggered the dealer. "No...no, NOOO!"

Noah flinched at the scream as Baron was clawing at his head. "I can't be here! They won't let me live if I do!" The Overwatch member walked slowly toward the prisoner and before he could get another word out, the sounds of weapons being drawn was heard. He turned behind him to see Lena aiming her pulse pistols at Baron and Winston with his cannon out.

"Guys, hold on! We just need to talk to him."

"Are you crazy? We heard his screams on our way here, he's mental." Lena argued.

"That's why I'm asking you not to shoot just yet. We and I mean McCree still needs to interrogate him."

Winston glared daggers at the prisoner as he nodded in agreement. "Exactly. That is why all three of us are here until McCree arrives. Now Noah, step away from the prisoner."

Baron looked at them with disdain, but his own fear took over. He tried to take a step, but Lena shot near his foot. Noah walked backwards toward Lena and Winston. He aimed his grappling gun at Baron and joined the duo.

"Until McCree arrives, I think we should begin to ask some questions about guest about why he's in such a state." Noah took a step forward. "I'll do it. I've been talking to him for a while, I'm sure I can get some answers out of him."

He turned to Baron, who looked at him with distrust, and put his weapon away. "Alright pal, we both know you're aren't like this. Can you tell us why?"

Baron hesitated to answer, but complied. "If I talk, I die. I don't want to die."

"Hey, we all don't want to tie either, but you can trust me and say anything you want." The man took in deep breaths. "I...I can't. I'll die, they'll kill me. If-If I say one word, they'll pull the plug on me."

"Is there something so important that you can't disclose."

"They are...listening to this conversation. I've said too much. They...they're in my head. It's disorienting my brain...making me feel like I'm crazy."

"Well, you're not crazy. Just look at me, I'm a pal. I can listen to whatever crazy things you got in that head of yours." Noah cooed. Lena and Winston still had their fingers on the trigger. They could see the answers coming out, but were still weary of what might happen. "Careful, Noah."

"I know." He took a step forward. "Come on pal, do ya remember me? You were my friend. Not the best, but you are one of my friends." Now that was a sharp lie in Noah's tone. If Baron was a friend, Noah wouldn't have agreed to capture him.

Baron gritted his teeth and rubbed his head roughly. "...weapons. Dead." He murmured.

"What was that?"

"Ch-Chemical weapons for Dead…"

"Chemical weapons for the dead?"

"Deadlo…"

"Please be clear." Baron fell onto his knees and gave a bloodcurdling scream. The trio panicked as Baron pounded the ground wildly until his knuckles were bleeding. "DEADLOCK!"

He started to laugh crazy with foam starting to pour out the side of his lips. Noah covered his mouth in disgust as Baron withered in pain for what seemed the longest time. His laugh turned into fits of coughing which spurted small spouts of blood. Lena grimaced at the scene as did Winston. What could cause this to happen?

However, Noah was processing the information in his head.

"Deadlock. Chemical weapons for Deadlock. That could mean…"

"My old gang's up to something." The three operatives turned around and it showed McCree walking up to them. He stopped next to Noah and saw the pathetic form of their prisoner. "Poor bastard. What the hell happened to him?" No answer.

"We should grant him some form of mercy."

He took out his revolver and aimed it at Baron. The dealer whimpered at the sight of the weapon and hugged his knees tightly. Whatever life's left in him was fading, but Noah stopped McCree.

"Let me take care of this. Besides, I think the autopsy should happen on a clean body." Noah claimed. "Why should it be clean. The man's suffering as it is besides you got the information don't you?"

"Of course, but it'd be better if you don't shoot. You might hit something that explain…" He pointed at the shell of a man Baron was. "This."

McCree pondered on it for a few seconds and relented. Lean walked up to Noah and put a hand on his shoulder. "Make it fast, luv. It's painful just looking at him." He put his hand over hers and gave a small, 'I know' gesture.

He went behind Baron and put his arms around his neck. Baron tapped his forearm and traced blood from his fingertips onto Noah's skin. The other Overwatch agents turned their heads or eyes as a loud snap echoed through the room.

Noah gently laid Baron on the floor and looked at his glassy eyes.

"Repose en paix." He closed Baron's eyes as McCree picked him up. "I'll take him up to the Doc. She'll get to work on what made our man like this."

"I'll go, I'm sure you and Lena can get the power working."

"Course. Winston and I will have things up and running in a jiffy." She tried to give a warm smile and Noah gave a small one in return. "Alright, we'll see you soon."

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I hope this chapter was great for everyone. Took me awhile, but I got this chapter done. Anyways please review or like or whatever it is to show your love for the story. And I'll see you in the next chapter.