The small hum of the truck was the closest thing to soothing Noah's experienced since the mission took place. His mind went wandering through the valley of memories he acquired the past month with many people. Some of them with close friends, some with funny reactions, and some with just moments of quiet.

Poking from a Gorilla

Noah's feet swung back and forth as he stood for the evaluation test for Winston. To help lighten the load, Winston has agreed to take the physiological portion of the test.

"Alright, Mr. Bastin. I've been tasked of testing your mind to see if you're compatible with becoming a field agent of Overwatch plus being an interview on who you are as a person."

The recent recruit stretched his arms tiredly. "And any reason this had to be taken at five in the morning? I was sleeping."

Winston sweated a little at the small aggravation. "Oh, well, I'm sorry, but these are important tests/interviews that we….are you asleep?"

Noah nodded off as Winston talked, but seemed conscious enough to mutter a no. The scientist rolled his eyes and pulled up the tests. "Question one. How do look at yourself and why?"

Noah looked at Winston with a dreary eye and rolled his eyes. "I see a very handsome man that looks terrible since he needs sleep."

"Mr. Bastin, I would prefer if you'd take this seriously. We cannot allow you to continue training or living under our watch without us knowing how your mental state is. If you please, will you answer this with the utmost sincerity."

He opened his mouth for a smart ass reply, but shut it. If he was going to live underneath their roof, he should learn there rules. "I just see me big guy. A guy who's done a lot in his life, but at the same time very little."

"Very good. I'll make a note of that."

"Hey, Winston."

"Yes?"

"First call me Noah. And second of all can I give one funny answer. It really wakes me up and gets my mind going." Winston gave the okay and Noah readied himself for all the jokes/quips he could make. Humor was his greatest pillar. It held him up even in times of great danger and this was more than enough to get him moving.

"Next Question: What made you consider joining Overwatch? How do you stand with our mission to protect the world and the people from the terrorist threats and world destruction?"

"To be frank, I never considered joining Overwatch mostly due to my lack of knowledge from it. Though I did know Overwatch had a few pretty faces here and there." Winston gave him a blank stare. "And I mean I wasn't given much of choice, because when I finally met you guys, my apartment got shot up and I almost died."

Winston rubbed the back of his head at the that claim. That was true, they did essentially kidnap him, but it was to save him and Burr's life. "As for what my reasons are...I remember a small promise I made to a friend to join Overwatch when we were younger. It was something I didn't think would happen or something I could see myself doing. Being a do-gooder with fighting terrorists and other threats seemed too much for me to handle."

He took a deep breath to recall his thoughts. "Besides, Burr always felt guilty for stuff we've done together. He saw Overwatch as a form of redemption, to give back what we've taken. He was quite the idealists, I blame the comic books I got him."

"I didn't expect so much." Winston said as he stopped taking notes. "I'm sorry you've been brought into this life."

"No that's fine. I don't mind the action. I just wished it didn't take my apartment blowing up. Winston, I don't have any bombs in my room do I?"

"Of course not."

"Good." Noah stretched his arms as he laid down on the table.

"They won't blow up unless I activate the self-destruction sequence of the base." Noah's eyes opened widely and he saw the cheeky grin on the scientist's face. "God, you're such a troll."

"No, I'm a gorilla."

"Sarcasm."

"Oh sure, I knew that." Winston noticed Noah taking his heartbeat and wondered if his joke was a little too shocking. "Anyways why don't we do one more conversation and we'll be done here."

"Sure."

"What do you think of the people that you know here? Could you work with these people because from what I hear you've been with Burr for a long time. Can work with more than one partner?"

Noah opened his mouth and shut it a second after. Could he actually work with these heroes? These were people that could carry the weight of the world if they could or be non-stop in their actions to protect the innocent. He was sure if they got his back, but could he return the favor?

Tracer seemed to go above and beyond saving him and showed him the ropes of Overwatch. She's got his support. Winston saved him from Widowmaker, same result. Angela saved him from the brink of death, if he couldn't help her then he was a failure as a human.

However in regards of strangers, he would need to know them better. Trust was needed and liking the person too was a plus. It could all be summed up in a few words. "Eh, maybe. I dunno."

"Very well." Winston said.

Weight Day

The first few days of training were hell. Noah didn't realize how out shape he was until Tracer let him loose on the training facility. They stayed clear of simulation arena because Lena didn't trust near the station.

"Why don't we try something that doesn't endanger your life."

"Oh come on, it was just the one time."

"And as much as I would love to save your arse every time you're in danger, I would prefer to focus on some other things."

Noah gave a coy smirk and shrugged his shoulders. "Really? I'm sorry, I just seem to attract danger."

"Well learn to deal with that danger by yourself, because I got other things going on. Now why don't we start with something small. Ah, how bout weight lifting."

"Weight lifting? No thanks, I'm fine." Lena shook her head and blinked next to him. She poked his bicep and Noah blushed at how her finger pushed against the soft flesh. "Sorry luv, but these marshmallows won't do against these guns."

She flexed and Noah gave it a small squeeze. Even though it wasn't the hardest muscles he's felt, they were more solid than he was and now he just felt more out than ever before. "So shall we."

"Yes, we shall." And for the next hour, Noah and Lena spent time lifting weights. Mostly Noah with Lena spotting him. She laughed at his straining face and the sweat soaking his new workout shirt. He lifted a good amount of weight and with felt his arms burning after dropping each weight on the floor. "GAH! I hate weightlifting."

"Aw, cheer up luv. That doesn't mean you gotta give up. Come on, the strongest people I know can lift these up without even noticing the weight on their shoulders. Speaking of which, Rein, Zarya! Over here! I got someone in some need of weight training!"

Noah lifted his head to see two of the most built people he'll ever see in his life. "What seems to be the problem Lena?" Reinhardt asked.

"This bloke needs some major workout. He's very squishy." She whispered the last part to them. "Oh shut up, Lena! I'm not squishy!" Zarya walked up to him and lifted his arm along with the rest of his body.

"How pitiful. You wish to fight with us?"

"That's the idea." Noah winced. Zarya dropped him. "Then let us get to work. We cannot fight together if we bring a baby along."

"I resent that." Noah snarked back. Reinhardt pushed Lena along and reassured her Noah was in good hands. "Do not worry my friend soon you will be strong enough to move cars with your pinkies when we are done. Zarya, prepare the music. We have got work to do."

She nodded and Noah gulped nervously as Reinhardt pulled a new set of weights. "We will start with a simple warm up." Taking a deep breath, the new Overwatch agent prepared to breeze through this. It was his first time, nothing bad could go wrong, right?

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There was a pile of goo left behind and that pile of goo had a name. It was Noah Bastin and the workout he endured was one that he'll take with him for the rest of his life. Reinhard called Lena over and the time traveller blinked over.

He proclaimed that the workout was a success and that Noah would be fine. Lena couldn't tell by the desperate gasps for air and Zarya picking him up and congratulating him on starting phase one. They were taking a five minute break and was going to begin again, but Noah's eyes pleaded to be taken away.

In a stunning display of mercy, Lena told the two Noah was needed for something else and dragged his body away. He waved a weak goodbye at them in which they returned their own. Such nice people with such intense workouts.

"So how do you feel luv? You feel you worked your life out."

He didn't say a word as he tried standing up and leaned against Lena. "Jesus mate, you're sweaty. You could fill a river with the amount you're giving out." He tried to say words, but Lena couldn't hear a word he was saying. "I think you need to speak up."

He just let himself go and slip from her grasp. The comforting hard floor took him in, in its cold embrace. "Noah? Noah?! NOOOAAAAH!"

"I tired!" He groaned. "Let me sleep!" Lena raised her arms up in surrender and walked away, but not before dragging Noah's body safely to the side of the hallway. "Fine, I'll see you later. Maybe you won't be such a baby."

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Lena came back a few hours later and found Noah sitting upright with a constant expression of pain. "You okay?"

"Ever since I woke up, I can barely move my arms. And when I do, it hurts."

"I reckon that you're muscles are a downright mess. After all you gotta ya can't get this unless you doing some serious work. Here, I'll drag you to your room." Noah groaned the entire way down to his room with Lena happily humming the sound away with some of the Overwatch agents looking with either amusement or questioning.

Sparring Partner

The next week, Lena was out on a mission while Noah stayed and continued his routine of training and daily visits to Burr. He decided to try out some hand to hand. Genji would've continued their kendo lessons, but he left early to visit an old friend of his. So that type of combat was out of the question.

Deciding that some good old fisticuffs were the best decision to kill the time. He walked in and the second he opened the door, a training dummy was thrown to the wall next to his head. Noah gave a small yelp as turned to see who else was in the room. Former Helix International Captain and daughter of the legendary Ana Amari, Fareeha Amari.

"Ah, good morning."

"Morning."

"What brings you here?" She wiped her brow free of any sweat that may have come out, but she looked at Noah with a serious stare. "Oh well, I was just trying to get my old combat back to its prime. It's been awhile since I hit something."

"Noah Bastin, is it?"

"Yup." He gave a small salute of respect to her. He didn't need to appear rude so he tried showing much respect to many of them as he could. "From what Winston and Lena said, you seemed to get a good grasp of what you can do."

"Yeah, well I mean I'm good and all, but I just wanted to brush up on my skills. Since I'm going against such violent people plus Talon I gotta be at my top game."

"Is this because you suffered quite a beating from Widowmaker?"

"I-Uh-Maybe." He stuttered. It wasn't the most fond memory in recent time. Probably due to the fact he almost died at the purple woman's hands. And to be saved by luck itself. Luck was something Noah hated to rely on. It was basically the friend that always held you accountable every time you had their help for something they got in trouble.

"Then you must prepare. You normally work with Lena, no?"

"Um, yeah actually. Or Genji when she's not around, but neither are them are around today…"

"I will be your sparring partner today, besides it would be nice to have a sparring partner for a change."

Noah chuckled nervously as he took off his shoes and walked onto the sparring mat with Fareeha standing at the ready. "I trust you will not hold back, right?"

"Well, I do my best not to hit a pretty woman."

"No wonder Widowmaker managed to take you down." Noah rolled his eyes as he got into a stance. Fareeha stood in hers and the two waited for one another to make the first move. Noah threw a quick jab, but Fareeha deflected it. Throwing a right hook, Fareeha caught that hit and spun around and sent Noah stumbling.

"Come on. I expected a bit more." She said with a somewhat disappointed look. Noah wasn't that challenging in her eyes. "Hey I'm just evening the playing field. I'll show you what I'm made out of."

She rolled her eyes and waited patiently. A few minutes later and Noah was trying to catch his breath as Fareeha kept blocking or deflecting his blows from both his punches and kicks. It was almost insulting. "Oh come on! I'm trying everything."

"You keep telegraphing your moves. Honestly it's no surprise if you got beaten so easily. Besides, I've been training for years. You told me you're out of practice."

"Yeah, yeah." He's talked to Fareeha a couple of times before this match. He did have Lena make him give a mandatory introduction and the with the Amari, it was polite.

They never hung out like close friends, but they weren't distant. They just knew when to speak to one another when it was an absolute necessary. Now however it seemed different. The fight seemed to make things a little more tense. Probably since Fareeha trained with the both Overwatch and Helix International. Both organizations that was respectably badass.

It was easier to give up, but Noah remembered one move he did awhile ago. It's been sometime since he did it right, however it just might work to get a hit on Amari. He dashed at Fareeha with quick speed and shot his leg up.

She fell for it and caught his leg. "Really? Is th-" Fareeha didn't finish her sentence as Noah used the leverage he had with her holding his leg to push himself up and kicking her across the face. The two dropped to the floor with Noah getting up and looking at Fareeha.

"Haha! How was that?" Fareeha looked at him and spat some blood out of her mouth and onto the floor. She got up and back into her stance. "Not bad. Now I know you were holding back."

She gave such a fierce glare and Noah gulped nervously. "I'm sorry."

"Too late." She smirked and proceeded to walk toward Noah. This time she was on the offensive. "Aw crap." He got his hands up and ready for what was coming next.

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The noise has been getting increasingly loud and Angela was wondering what was the source. It was very disturbing to her concentration and grew to be more of an annoyance with each passing second.

Deciding to investigate, she got up and pulled her loose lab coat up. Walking down the echoing hallways, she rolled her eyes at the mostly empty base. Most agents were out for a mission with the exception of her, Pharah, Winston, and Noah.

She hoped maybe it was Winston looking for something since he had a tendency to leave quite a mess if he loses something. Probably his glass cleaner for his glasses. Athena seems to have a reminder for him to put it somewhere to remember. However when she got close to Winston's lab, the noise was smaller. Winston wasn't doing anything. In fact the gorilla was sleeping soundly with pen and paper in hand.

Following the noise more closely, Angela looked around more carefully as she got closer to the miniature dojo they had installed a few years back in the early days of Overwatch. Feminine grunts and male yelps could be heard as she found herself against the door.

"Is that all you got? You're not hard at all."

"Shut up! Just give me a moment." Angela blushed at the words. It seemed highly unlikely, but was it really out of context. Angela knew some agents had stress and some had ways of getting rid of it, but those two? "Oh dear. No Angela, that can't be right. The probability is close to zero. They haven't even had a solid conversation that lasted a few minutes!"

"Come on big man! I expect more!" The red blush only grew. 'Is Fareeha this demanding? How could that sweet little girl I knew from the past became so...dominant.'

"Ow, ow! Hey this is a really sore position! Can't we switch?!" Angela took a small mental note. 'Noah's a sub? You learn something everyday, Angela.'

A loud grunt was heard with Fareeha's voice now hoarse and Noah's triumphant. "I gotcha! Now I believe someone needs to admit defeat."

"You really think your new position changes anything. Let me show you!" Continuous grunting continued. The thoughts running through the medic's head was not the safe kind of thoughts. And as much as she would like to deny such thoughts, the drool from her mouth snapped her out and she decided to put a stop to this.

It wasn't right! Especially not in the right place to do such actions. She grabbed the door handle and yanked it open. "You two! You can't take such intimate actions in the working place even if..." She stopped and saw what was really going on.

In the middle of the room stood two Overwatch agents. One more bruised than the other with his opponent in a hold with him on top. The other had a bloody lip, but that was about it aside from the scuffled training clothes.

"Intimate actions? Angela, we're sparring." Noah said innocently. His glasses were cracked, but that didn't stop his look from making Angela shame herself for such thoughts.

"Yeah, Angela. This man needs to get his skills back and I'm just helping him." Angela looked at them with strained guilt and saw how close they were. Fareeha's strap was down her shoulder revealing a little more skin than normal along with her legs wrapped around Noah. And she seemed to notice that Noah's shirt was clinging to his body with sweat and revealed the nice lean figure he had on him.

The medic looked around and saw some of the room was messed up in the tornado of the fight and looked at the two. They looked at her innocently and she could feel her sins crawling on her back. "Ha, ha never mind. Please ignore me. I was just wondering what all the ruckus was all about, don't worry! I'll be leaving."

The door closed on them and they looked at each other. "You know I never noticed how awkward Angela could be."

"It's just some of her quirks. You should've seen her when she first joined. She could barely socialize with any Overwatch agent outside of work."

"Any reason she seemed so flustered?"

They shrugged before Fareeha kicked him off and went back into their little match. She flipped Noah off her and kicked him across the room. She took a deep breath and calmed her nerves.

"Point Amari. How are you feeling?"

She took the small squeal of pain as his surrender. "Not bad. Maybe you'll do better next time."

Reading

A few days since Lena got back from her mission, she's been drinking and training. Lovely combinations that aren't suppose to be. She took a sip of her scotch as she decided to finish up for the day. Blinking around Lena noticed a sight she thought was interesting.

Noah Bastin reading up on Talon files. He told her that he lacked the drive to do some research before joining Overwatch. Now it seemed he'd have to know his enemies. She silently crept around him and looked from behind.

"What'cha reading luv?" She asked and that made him scream in surprise. Though Lena could see he was studying both Widowmaker and Reaper. "AH! Lena! Don't sneak up on me?"

She rolled her eyes at his behavior and picked up one of them. "Aw, you studyin up on Widowmaker."

"Um yeah. I really don't want the shit get beaten out of me again." She noticed the bruise on his cheek and tapped it. "Fareeha really left a mark didn't she."

"Yeah, but I'm sure Widowmaker left bruises on my bruises. Fareeha will at least leave me an ice pack and headache medicine." Lena vaulted over the seat and landed next to Noah. "Well if you need pointers I'm willing to help. Besides it'll be nice to tell you some stories I know about Widowmaker."

Noah agreed to listen and listened to her ramble on about some of her encounters with the assassin. Like the time she thwarted Talon's attempt to gain the Doomfist gauntlet along with some kid basically landing the biggest punch against the french woman. It was almost unbelievable, but yet it happened. Noah remembered seeing that on the news awhile back. It was the first bits of Overwatch activity in years and where better to start than in a museum about them.

The second story seemed a bit sober. It happened before the museum heist and from her body language, Lena held this one close to her heart. The assassination of Tekharta Mondatta. Now that's what started a lot of things. Tense relations between man and machine with some of Noah's friends falling for the discourse. A bitter end to some great friendships ended when that bullet hit the peace leader in the chest.

"So I followed Widowmaker up through the building and got some help from the security force protecting Mondata. And for a while I thought I had her by the ropes especially when I escaped that poisonous gas she shot out."

"To which you proceeded to be the badass you are and beat her right." She looked at him seriously and Noah looked down in small shame. "Clearly not badass enough. I mean I threw my pulse bomb right at her! I mean it was great, I could've saved him! But Widowmaker got him and made me save myself."

"What?"

"I saved myself. I didn't know she could shoot Mondata from that angle because A. a bomb went off and B. the woman was falling at the same speed I was!" The frustration was unexpected. Lena rubbed her temples and realized this wasn't going where she wanted it to go.

The reality of it was that it still hit deep for her. In fact it was one of bigger motivations to bring down Talon. If the world can give such pure beings it was more than enough for Lena to move forward and defend them. It was kind of inspirational to Noah if it wasn't for the fact he's seen the other side of Lena's world.

The world of ideals and clear cut good and evil. From where he came from it was more gray with people living by the skin of their teeth or through sheer luck. He's seen all sides of the world. It makes the weight of membership feel even heavier.

"Sorry I didn't mean to drag on like this."

"No it's fine. I'm glad you feel that way."

"Oh?"

He stretched his arm and shift himself. "I mean I'm glad you're more than a smile. It's a bit weird, but nice to see gloomy Lena."

"Really? I thought people like you love my bubbly personality. Especially when I'm smile like this." She flashed a genuine smile and Noah felt something. A small ba-bump could be heard. "No I mean, you got more than a smile. Let's me know you're not annoyingly happy without a reason." He winked at her.

Lena could feel something stirring. Ba-bump. "Flattery won't get you anywhere."

"Just watch me." This was admittedly one of their closer moments because Lena leaned in and gave him a side hug. "I'll hold ya to that, mate. Now what say you get to finding out who's been kicking you down."

"A very attractive french woman from the looks of it." Noah responded with a cheeky grin. Lena pulled up the files and moved Noah's face to look at it. "If you keep looking at women that way, it'll be easy for them."

"Lena, you must know I'm a man of many tastes. I won't let this get to me."

"A man of tastes. Right." She rolled her eyes and blinked out of the couch. "Anyways I just came to check up on ya. I'll see you around base." She went over to the door and opened it. White light flooded the room and Noah covered his eyes at the brightness. "Hey." Lena said.

"Hm."

"Hey!" She said louder.

"Wha?"

"Hey, what the hell are you doing in my truck!" Lena's voice now replaced with a mechanical voice. And Noah's eyes snapped open to see the truck he was in was now open.

Present Day

"What are you doing in my truck?! Hang on...did you eat my cargo?!" Noah looked up from his resting spot and a few apple cores came off.

"I'm sorry." He replied weakly. "Oh you'll be sorry when I get my hands around your ne-!" The omnic driver stopped when Noah raised his grappling gun and aimed it right between his eyes.

"Hey whoa, whoa, whoa man. I'm sorry. Didn't mean to disturb you."

"Move." The omnic driver moved back and let Noah out of the truck. "Do you want anything? On the house." The Overwatch agent grabbed another fruit and left the Omnic driver behind. "Thanks. Now don't tell anyone else or I'll break ya."

The omnic shook his head in agreement and waited patiently as Noah left the truck and the parking lot he was in. Pushing his way through a massive headache and sore jaw plus the sore body, Noah managed to get onto the streets and passed a few people.

Hispanics and omnics were the main citizens he saw and some were giving him some odd looks. Though it might be that he was dirty and beat up with cracked goggles and a gun at his side. He actually stood out like a sore thumb.

Noah kept walking until he accidently bumped into a rich-looking man. "Get off!" He got pushed Noah back and wiped his hands in disgust. "Disgusting."

Though acting shocked and apologetic, Noah smiled on the inside. When the man he bumped into gone, he pulled the wallet he managed to lift. "Heh, still got it."

Walking was a pain, but the fat wallet was more than enough to put a small smile on Noah's face. Overwatch agent/hero or not, a thief will always be a thief. They just uses those skills for other occupations/occasions. And right now the thief wanted some pain medication, new clothes, and a meal.

However it would be nice to learn where he was. After all he just spend a lot of time in the trailer of a shipment truck. It was necessary to know where he was. He looked at the wallet and pulled the bills out it.

Pesos. Now from what he remembers America was the last place he was fully conscious of. And despite being unconscious he was certain that he was in Mexico. Now where in Mexico. It's been awhile since he's been at this country.

He stopped looking at his money and accidently bumped into a little girl. "Oh perdón."

"English?" She replied back. Noah opened his mouth to argue, but decided against it. "What gave it away?"

"Your accent. Also you look like one of those Americans that come over and party too much." She didn't notice him covering his holster until she looked in his eyes. "Or one of those Americans who the police would like to talk to."

"Oh no, no, no! That's not needed." Local law enforcement he was not a fan of. "I just partied too hard. Um, but where exactly am I little girl?"

The girl looked like she wasn't going to have any of it, but complied. "First, it's Alejandra!"

"Right, right sorry." He said apologetically. Kids were growing more rude every generation and he could tell. This one was establishing herself. "As for where you are: Dorado."

That name shocked him. Mainly because that's where the person responsible for his current situation was. "Well that is nice to know."

"Mister? Are you okay? You look like you've been delivered some bad news."

"Oh I just remembered I had a pal here. Thank you, Alejandra."

"No problem. I gotta do what I can do to help those around me. Even some random man with gun."

"Word to the wise kid, don't be so close to guys with guns. There'll be consequences." He turned around before looking back at the girl. "Do you know where a pharmacy is? I got some...you know problems."

"Down the street and over two blocks on the left. Avoid the Los Muertos gang."

Noah grinned. "Come on. I think I can handle a few thugs." Alejandra shook her head. "Not when someone is hunting them down. I'm saying avoid that gang to avoid the bigger threat to your life."

He couldn't tell where she was going on with it, but he promised to stay on guard. Noah was stranded at the moment and right now he needed to find the only person who can help him call Overwatch. His "friend" Sombra.

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Alright we know the drill. Review, favorite, and follow. I think we needed some comedy after chapter 8, but I didn't want to add filler. So boom memory relay of some of the lighter moments of Noah's time with Overwatch. Besides we'll soon be meeting a certain soldier and hacker in the flesh. Stay tuned