3 Months Later
Noah hit the wall hard with the breath knocked out of him. "Keep trying pal. I don't know anything." The soldier cracked their knuckles and walked forward. Noah got up against the wall and shook his head. "You guys must really hate this Gerard guy. He must make you all look like pussies."
A fist buried itself in his and Noah coughed up spit. He was on his hands and knees when the soldier walked back. The Omnic who appeared earlier, now known with the name Facet 34, and walked up. He grabbed Noah by his hair and pulled him up. "I think you need more convincing."
"Is your convincing just you beating the crap out of me? You must be a wonder on dates." The Omnic threw him against the floor and Noah wiped his mouth of any blood. This wasn't his first time being tortured, but these guys knew their craft. Even with his iron hide, the damage always lingered.
"Fine. You're lucky we've been given other objectives from our bosses for you. Otherwise you'd have a bullet in your head." Noah chuckled and pulled himself up. "Yeah like you can kill me. The only reason you're on top is because I'm not at 100%."
"Enough. Viggo, Ariana take him back to the cell." The two guards walked up and grabbed Noah by each arm. They dragged him out as he looked around. Around him he could see so many Talon soldiers. Sombra was right in calling this place a fortress. He tried finding out where he was, but so far everything was part of the building. No sign of the outside could be seen.
"Where are you taking the prisoner?" The two guards stopped and saw Widowmaker over the railing. She jumped over and landed gracefully. "I assumed he was in interrogation."
"Aw, sorry Widow. I didn't mean to disappoint you. Although seeing you now, I don't know who's more disappointed." She backhanded him as the guards flinched at her approach. "Does that answer your curiosity?"
"No, my curiosity is how my best friend fell for such a cold, heartless woman." The guards felt their sweat roll down their heads as Widowmaker looked at Noah. "I'll take over and send him back to his cell."
The two guards nodded and left them behind. Noah fell on the ground and struggled to get up. She grabbed him by the back of his shirt and dragged him through the base. Reaching his designated cell, she opened the door and threw him in. The door closed behind her and she turned the light on. Widow took a bottle. She poured a handful of powder into her palm. She knelt down and smiled seductively. "You seem rather curious. Could it be you want to know personally?"
"Go to hell." Her prey was taunting her, showing resistance. Good. She grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. "OW! Really hating walls now."
"Burr was a man of passion. He's too idealistic with his allies his driving point. Imagine what we did to build up our relationship."
"You got nothing, but hot body and some killer moves. Plus I find it hard to believe you two had an common ground." The room was tense with two staring. "Is that so? Let me show you what we loved to do together."
The french woman moved back and blew powder into his face. Noah coughed as it entered his lungs. "A gift from the Deadlock gang." His eyes widened as Sombra opened the door. "Widow, what did you do?"
"Testing out our new weapons." Their voices became disoriented. Everything seemed to swirl around until they didn't. Widowmaker and Sombra stood their looking at him, waiting for some reaction. Noah walked forward and then bolted toward Widowmaker. He slammed her head against the wall. The assassin fell to the ground with the lights out in her eyes. Noah panted and looked at Sombra.
"Don't you even…" The alarm rang out and the two looked confused. -Full Alert Overwatch Agents have infiltrated the base-
He looked at Sombra who held her hands up in fake surprise. "I got us help. Get going, I'll make sure you're covered." Noah felt pure joy rocket through his body. Running past Sombra, Noah punched a guard in the face and flipped him over his shoulder. The rifle fit perfectly in his hands as he grabbed any ammo he may need.
"Sorry boys and girls I got to go." He had no idea where this strength was coming from, but it was more than enough to run with everything. He could see lights and sounds blaring to life with guards and soldiers doing their best to prepare, but they weren't. He could see in the distance explosions and almost see a dropship.
Planning on a quiet exit while all this was going on, Noah hid in the shadows and silently took out any who were in the way. These fools were easy. They only noticed when one screamed, but even then he took them down. Training with soldiers, ninjas, time travelers, and in some cases literal knights have finally seemed to have paid off.
Climbing up a ledge with his fingers fitting in most areas, Noah pulled himself up and looked around. The place seemed to stretch on forever. He needed some light. Guns cocked behind him and Noah instinctively raised his hands.
"Oh son of-You're out!"
"Hey Facet." He turned around and saw his current bane of existence. The Omnic surrounded himself with men and women with guns trained on him. "Go back to your cell. And be patient."
"Have you seen or heard the alarms, that's my ticket out." Facet pointed his gun at Noah's head. "Not if you have a hole in the head." Above them the roof exploded. Debris and sunlight fell down and onto the group. Facet and the others were crushed and the railing gave away to the amount of weight.
Noah wasn't so lucky as he fell along the railing. He grabbed it and stopped himself from meeting the ground like a flat pancake. "Jesus!" He heard his name being yelled and rockets being propelled. He looked up to see Pharah flying down toward him! She fly around and grabbed him.
"Noah!"
"Hey Fareeha! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." The woman chuckled and bridal carried him out. The two flew up to the roof and landed. "How the hell did you find me?"
"I found this place." He looked to see Burr running up to them. "Burr!" He ran up and hugged his friend. Tracer and Angela also appeared along and were glad to see him."Holy hell, thanks for the rescue guys. You got the bastards on the run!"
"Course we do. It would never be any other way." Tracer said and punched him in the arm. Angela walked up and grabbed him by his cheeks. "You're hurt. How bad did they torture you?"
"Not bad. Still standing. Thanks for worrying Doc." The doctor smiled warmly at him and he felt his heart almost flutter. Fareeha put her hand on his shoulder. "We should get going. Burr, we'll cover you while you and Noah escape."
"Hey good luck Fareeha." Noah said. Fareeha gave him an armored arm hug. "Thanks and to you as well." That got his heart beating. Everyone seemed to snicker at the kind gesture and Fareeha flew into the air with Angela following her. Tracer dived off the roof and saluted them.
Burr and Noah were left alone but the first man pulled out his gun. "Ready to go?"
"Hell yeah." The two took a moment to look around them. In all their years, they never expected things to end up like this. If anything both expected to be dead in some ditch or rotting in prison for the rest of their lives. Noah turned to Burr and opened his mouth to say something.
BANG!
Burr's eyes widened along with Noah as he fell to the ground. "BURR!" Noah ran to his side and saw blood spread all over the front of his shirt. "Burr...no." Noah held his friend's head in his arms and cradled him. "Voilà."
He looked up to see Reaper and Widowmaker standing in the distance. Her rifle pointed right at them. Normally anger would be his guide, but nothing was making sense. It was almost like...like-BANG! Noah clutched his chest and felt the warm wet spot there. Pulling his hand from it, crimson was there and he could hear the screams of his friends. The idea of them in pain or in danger because of him was frightening. He tried standing up, but Reaper appeared behind him and fired a round into his back. He fell back on the floor and heard the wraith approach him.
His mask was gone leaving a disgusted disfigurement in its place. Noah found it in him to stand up and face Reaper despite the massive amounts of pain. "Do you really want to fight me? Or would rather save someone else?"
"HELP!" It was Fareeha before he left he looked down to see Burr's body was gone. Gritting his teeth, Noah pushed past Reaper and fought hard to the edge of roof. One he got there, he found Tracer holding onto the edge. "Noah! Help!" Her chronal accelerator was out of power.
"Hold on!" He ran to his friend's aid and held his hand out. Tracer reached for it and it seemed things were going to be alright, but then the railing broke and she fell down to ground below. He screamed, but his voice produced no sound.
"NOAH!" It was Fareeha again. He followed the calls for help to see Angela stuck under some debris. Her Valkyrie suit was badly damaged with burns and blood everywhere. He reached over and grabbed the debris. "Don't worry Doc. I got you."
"It's too heavy." Angela said as she tried pushing some of it off. "Noah, you got run. Get out of here!" He ignored her and pulled some bits off. "I won't leave you. Look I'm almost got you free. Just stay still."
He lifted more of the debris off and found Angela's legs broken. "Oh God. Can you heal yourself?"
"The suit is too damaged. I can't." She groaned. "Alright, alright. Not a problem. Stay still." He tried scooping her up, but she almost screamed in pain. He stopped and placed her gently on the floor. "Crap. How am I going to get you out of here? Don't worry I'll think of something. Just give me a minute."
"Noah." Angela groaned. He leaned down and held her. "Just give me some time."
He felt her gloved hand touch his cheek. "Please. I'm sure someone will…" She smiled softly at him and moved her head up. Noah was surprised to feel her lips against his again. His mind flashed back to the infirmary. He slowly closed his eyes and returned the sentiment. The two departed and Noah opened his eyes to see Fareeha in his arms now.
He was surprised to see her, but stopped when she smiled and closed her eyes. "Fareeha? Fareeha!" No response. She wasn't in her armor. Actually she was in her mission attire before leaving for the U.N. She had a hole in her chest with blood slowly trickling out.
Dead. That what she was. Bodies began to litter around him and each one was an Overwatch member. Some with their eyes open, others with broken limbs, and some were torn apart. He continued to hold Fareeha close as he could see Burr, Angela, and Lena walk toward him with all their wounds on displayed.
"You weakling! We died because of you." Burr.
"How could you? I thought you didn't want to hurt us!" Angela.
"I thought you were our friend!" Lena.
Their words stung as Noah tried standing up. However a hand held him down. It was Fareeha, her eyes were empty with nothing except utter contempt. "We loved you." Fareeha stood up and joined the others. He could see 76, Ana, McCree, Genji, Lucio, Hana, and the others surround him. They uttered words of hatred, despair, broken promises, regret of even knowing him. He curled into a ball, unable to cope with all his allies calling him out. Words of weakling, coward, traitor, and a good for nothing hero echoed through out his mind as it finally reached its climax.
"Son." That voice. It couldn't be. Noah looked up and saw a woman standing above him. Her blood was dripping down her mouth with her eyes glassy. She was in a work attire to that of a lab assistant. "I worked so hard for you, costed my life and my future, and you waste it on such frivolous endeavors! What happened to being a good child?! Where is the child who wanted nothing more than normality?!"
Noah stood up and still felt small against his mother. "Mom. I-I…" She cut him off as she walked toward him. "HOW COULD YOU NOT BE THE MAN I WANTED YOU TO BE!"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE DEAD AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO!" He screamed. She looked surprise to hear his response before scowling. "Then my child, take your punishment with stride." His mother opened her arms and Reaper appeared with one of his guns pointed right at his head. "Bang."
A shot gun shell rang. And all was dark.
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"Jesus Christ." A voice said.
"It's much stronger than I thought." A deep voice said.
"You almost killed him idiot!" The first voice yelled.
"Why do you care Sombra? He's still technically alive." A french accent in that voice. His eyes cleared up and thankfully his goggles were still on. His cheeks were wet, tears probably. He looked around to see bound against a chair.
"Oh look the patient's awake. See. There was no need for the outburst Sombra. Your friend is still very much alive." Sombra came into his view and looked worried for some reason. She wiped his tear marks away and checked his pulse. "Are you there Noah?"
Noah couldn't think. Not one joke or smartass remark or a solid thought. All he did was nod. Sombra tried getting him to talk or react to anything, but he looked so broken. His head fell down as Sombra saw her partner fall. Widowmaker walked up and pulled him up. The mere sight of her wasn't making him mad.
"Congratulations. This batch is stronger than anticipated." She looked him in the eyes and felt almost pity for the man. "I'm disappointed Noah. Burr talked so much about you and I almost believed that you were a good as he said you were."
Still no response. Sombra moved Widow away and grabbed his straps. She tried picking him up, but he was heavier than she thought. Talon guards moved to her side and grabbed an arm of his. They dragged him away and closed the door behind them. Sombra had an outside perspective on the whole thing and was horrified to see how crazy he went.
Attacking Widowmaker and not going down, he was that of a rabid animal. Luckily the assassin managed to hold him down and strap him to a chair. And it was twenty minutes of watching twitching, insane mutterings, and breaking down. It was a horror show to her. Sombra pushed past Widowmaker and the scientist leaving them alone.
Widow didn't mind her ally's reaction and left the batch with the scientist. The feeling of pity was growing stronger. The powder didn't do anything to her as far as she knew. That should being saying something except she felt herself being watched. By Burr. Widow was imagining the horror and disgust on his face to what they did to his best friend. The look was piercing. A heartbeat was heard. She pressed her hand against her chest and felt another heartbeat. Guilt. Guilt was coursing through her body.
She gritted her teeth as she could still see the guards dragging Noah away and the broken man's eyes were barely seen behind his bangs. Widow could feel her disappointment again. Three months of being a snarky asshole and now it seems that he's lost the will to fight through one drug trip. It was sad too. The exploits in Egypt have been relayed to her along with video confirmation from it. Plus it was a bit of guilty pleasure to hear Reaper was defeated by her...by Burr and Noah.
The thought almost made her laugh.
Widowmaker realized she'd been standing on the same spot for a little while now. Better to move. She was being assigned another mission anyways. A very important one.
Sombra briskly walked over to her computer and pulled up contact lines to all Overwatch members. Before she sent them, Sombra made sure nothing was bugged in her room or computer. Once the inspection was complete, Sombra brought the blueprints of the facility and left one message. Good Luck.
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Rain fell over Gibraltar as Lena sighed. Three months and the bases Tenzin exposed reaped no rewards or any leads to Noah. Emily was always their for comfort, but duty called. The search for Noah wasn't the top priority all the time. As much as everyone would like to search for him, the world wouldn't stop. New threats popped up and Talon's gone silent. It made the search tougher than it was.
"Lena." She turned around and saw Angela standing next to her with two cups of coffee at her side. "Thanks Ange! I could use one right about now." She took the cup and gave it deep swig. It was lukewarm with plenty of cream and sugar. Just the way she liked it.
"I take your mission was a success."
"Of course. Lucio and 76 managed to save my arse before that rogue Omnic got me." Angela nodded along with her sentiment, but turned to her. "Did the raid tell where-"
"No. It was empty. Just like all the other bases." Angela rubbed her head. It was becoming more and more likely that Noah was gone for good. Three months, little Talon activity, and no sign of him. If she wasn't so certain on finding a body first, she would've given up.
The two continued to sit near the window as they watched the rain pour down. "We've explored every nook and cranny of each base yet nothing turns up. The bastards are good at hiding whatever it is."
"I miss him." Angela said. The medical wing has gone quite without his constant visits there. In all honesty, she missed him being around. Their friendship was one of the main highlights of her day. The jokes, the incentive to listen, and sharing stories was always something they enjoyed. Yet now it's quiet. And it might be that way for a little while. "So do I."
"I heard you planned a trip to London with him."
"Yeah after the U.N., we'd take a trip to see Emily. Bringing a friend to meet my girlfriend and so on. Especially since holiday is around the corner." They were in the middle of fall, but Angela could imagine winter coming here now. "Honestly I can't wait till we find him."
"You seem so optimistic."
"That bastard has managed to get us so worried! My blood pressure's been high since he got here."
"Your blood pressure is fine Lena. I've checked. It's just that he's the first agent we've had plus a recommendation from Burr since the beginning." In truth Burr helped Winston and Tracer rebuild Overwatch and wanted to bring Noah back into the game. But things didn't work that way. People and plans changed and now things had a whole new spin to them. It was only because Burr wanted to make a pit stop near Noah's location that the former thief was recruited.
"Besides it's been nice to have someone to talk to. Fareeha seemed to get the same treatment when I wasn't around."
Lena shifted uncomfortably. Ever since the fight between Fareeha and Burr, his words about Angela and Fareeha loving the same man bothered her. Angela never knew about the fight so how could she clarify how it was between them. "Angela, did you like Noah?"
"Of course. I did I enjoyed his company very much."
"No, I mean did you ever...like, like Noah?" Angela raised an eyebrow before catching on to what Lena was talking about. "Oh. Ooh. You mean as a sort of romantic…" She nodded and Angela remembered their first and only kiss. Despite the injuries and the condition of his body, Noah was a rather good kisser. It made her blush just thinking about how nice it was.
Lena saw the blush and covered her mouth in surprise. She did like Noah. And so does Fareeha apparently dueto what Burr said. "Holy crap, Ange. I didn't know you were-"
"It was nothing Lena! I mean we're just friends." Her texts spoke differently. Despite the joking nature, Angela would send some flirty undertones with her messages. It wasn't really unintentional, because being just friends wasn't enough in her heart. Besides she stepped aside for good when she saw Fareeha attempting to visit Noah. "Angela it's okay. I mean there's nothing wrong. I was just curious."
Angela didn't intend any of this to come out, but still. She missed Noah and all their time together whether platonic or not. "Maybe I did like him. But things are different now!"
"Because of someone else." Lena said. Angela's eyes widened before falling down. "Yes. But also I...I'm too close to my work that if I were to enter a relationship it would impede that. And I've dedicated myself to that work for years. I'm not throwing it away."
"Who said you were throwing it away? You've seen me and Emily. It could work."
"No offense Lena, but I'm a medical professional. Research and the constant changes in science make it hard to hold one."
"And I'm a pilot that could disappear from the fabric of existence if I didn't have this nifty little tool Winston made me. And yet I enter the fight with full intentions of winning and have a successful relationship." Angela opened her mouth to refute, but could see her point. Lena's passion as a hero doesn't impair her weaknesses or the strength of her relationships. With how much work she does, Lena could also be considered married to the job. "Ange, I hope you didn't base all your reluctance on work. After all Noah is the only one who can listen to your ramblings for a long time." Angela rubbed the back of her neck at that. Because Noah has listened to her rant, rave, and ramble about her work or anything for that matter. He never put up a fight and he occasionally told her what he thought.
"No, not just work. For the other admirer as well." Lena was going to say Fareeha, but the doors opened and in came Fareeha herself. She was wet from the rain and had a towel wrapped around her hair. "Ah good morning you guys."
The two greeted her as Lena approached her. "Did the new base give any-"
"No. It was empty like all the others. Though we got more supplies and weapons, we can conclude it was recently abandoned."
"I've noticed you came back alone. I thought Burr was with you." Fareeha's eye flashed a bit of regret. "Yes he was, but Burr decided to stay at the nearby city for a little while. The empty bases have drained him of almost anything and I think he needs to be alone."
"He's not going to anything rash is he?"
"How can he? His best friend's gone and the world hasn't quite forgiven us for the U.N. He needs the break right now. With or without us. I think we can trust him again."
The two others with Fareeha looked at each other as the rain started to cease around them. Unknown to them a small sugar skull appeared on the screen of their phones.
Meanwhile the rain did not cease around Burr. The city he was on was facing storms and he wasn't in the mood to take shelter. He stared blankly at the city below him. Being angsty on a rooftop wasn't his exact choice for placement, but his legs just took him there.
Another empty base. Another waste of time and resources. Burr could see Noah's tormented face or the idea that he laid dead in a cell alone. Those images used to act as motivators, but now all they did was kick the dog down. This was the last place he wanted to be. Alone. His fight with Fareeha calmed him down, but without the anger came bargaining with Tenzin's intel then toward depression of his actions. Blame surged through him yet he couldn't find the strength to deal with it.
He remembered Noah's face of anger when he revealed he was part of Overwatch, that he'd wanted him back into the game. If he didn't, Burr wouldn't have entered that coma, Noah wouldn't have fought his battles, almost died, be left behind, and now kidnapped. If only he just walked past him in the bar, if he just met up with Lena and Winston at the rendezvous point, his best friend wouldn't have been a part of all this.
"It's all my fault." He muttered. Thunder rolled across the land with Burr holding back his instincts to move. Things couldn't have possibly gotten any worse. Footsteps were heard behind him and he didn't even reach for his gun.
"I thought I find you here."
That accent. It was French. Slowly getting up, Burr drew his gun out and turned to see Widowmaker behind him. The spell of weakness and reluctance broke as he felt the anger return. "You."
"Hello Burr." Her rifle wasn't in her hands, it was strapped on like a backpack. "You seem well." Burr narrowed his eyes as he looked to see any body language asking for an attack. Nothing. She seemed to not want to fight. "I'm not."
"I know it's been awhile since the U.N.-" She reacted quickly when he aimed right at her and fired a shot. The bullet whizzed past her. "You are the last person that I want to hear from about that."
Widow still didn't seem afraid and took a step forward. "Burr, listen I've been given the orders to kill you." He stepped forward and glared right at her. He tossed his gun in her direction and she caught it. "Go ahead do it."
"But I don't-"
"You made your choice three months ago. You're with Talon, I'm with Overwatch. So take the damn shot!" He lunged forward and grabbed her hand with the gun. He forced her to have pointed right in front of his head and cocked it. "Do it!"
Widow was taken back by all these actions. Noah claimed he was heartbroken, but this was too far. The man she knew was gone and all that was left was a shell. It seemed to be a strange parallel. His best friend was now a passive vegetable, him now was someone who faced their despair horizon.
"Burr. I don't want to-" Her words were caught in her throat. The orders to shoot, the orders to kill were still there yet now it seemed to be taking a back seat. The months of guilt, regret, and pain from Noah's words were now taking their toll. He claimed Burr loved her and that he was in such pain. Seeing it now, something awoke in Widow. "I don't want to shoot you."
"Bullshit. This is the only way you'll feel alive. That's all you can feel!" He almost shouted over the rain. "Just get it over with. Talon's beaten me."
"I know where Noah is." He looked up. His heart beated fast with hope, but slowed down as Widow withdrew the gun. Disassembling it in front of him, Widow felt her own feelings pour out. "You'd be surprised at how well he was doing. Months of torture and yet he always came up with some smartass remark."
"What're you playing out? Widow, what do you want?" The assassin helped the man face her directly and took a serious look. "What I want is some form of redemption." He snorted at that. Widow couldn't fault him on that. "After Tenzin they've kept their eyes on you. And now they planning something big for Noah."
Burr's world shattered at hearing that. No, it wasn't possible. They couldn't, "Burr, I can give you the location of the Talon base."
"Why should I trust you? You seem rather happy being with your position as top assassin." That stung. Widow brought up a packet of powder. "Deadlock's key drug was finally obtained in our hands and the scientists under us have improved it. We tested it and it can break someone from the core."
"Who was it tested on?"
"Noah." His anger spiked high. "Please understand that he is still alive, just broken."
"Where is he?" She passed a flashdrive at him and he took it. "Take it. This should give you what you want." He took it and looked at her. "And if it's a trap…"
"Burr." She wanted to argue about trust, but she wasn't in the best situation. "Trust me please." He didn't want to, but this information was almost too good to refuse. "I'll accept it."
She looked at him with surprise and hope before he shot another glare at her. "However this doesn't change my feelings toward you." He turned his back on her and walked to the stairs. She stood in her place with her mind reeling from that. It wasn't possible. The anger on her side was gone, so she had nothing to fight with him on. Now for once in her life she regretted firing her gun.
"But Amélie," She looked at him with her back turned. "Thank you."
"Cherie, I-" But he was already gone. The rain continued to pour down, but Amélie could feel warm tears flow down with them. It took some time, but she was now conscious once again.
Burr found an abandoned building that was luckily dry inside. Pulling out his phone, he contacted Winston. "Hello?"
"Winston, I found some intel on a new Talon Base. I'm gonna send the information from my phone and I want you to analyze it." The gorilla nodded and Burr plugged the drive in. Within seconds the files were in the phone and exported it to the main hard drive of the computers over there. He kept Winston on video chat as the scientist began decoding it. Soon he was and Winston looked rather surprised.
"How did you get this?"
"An unnamed sou-"
"Because Angela and Fareeha came with the same intel." Now that caught him off guard. "Show me." The scientist flipped the screen and Burr was shown the layouts of a Talon base. Same structure, same data, same everything. "Send a dropship. I'm coming home." Winston nodded and sent the ship. Burr hung up on him and walked back out in the rain.
Seems Amélie's information wasn't a trap. She did come with intent to help. That almost made him smile. Maybe, just maybe things were beginning to look up to him. He noticed the lack of noise and looked up to see the rain give out to only a drizzle. Things just might look up for him.
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Noah laid still in his bed. He occasionally looked at a blank spot on his wall when the door opened. It quietly closed as Sombra came into his vision. His pupils dilated, but that was the only action that they did. "Alright pal, I gotcha food. You need to eat."
She had a can of soup opened up. He slowly turned over and his back faced her. "Hey! Idiot, I'm trying to help." She reached over and pulled him up. "You need to eat."
"Look, I got us help." The phrase rang through his head and he instinctively ducked. The images were returning and Sombra barely caught the cold soup before it splattered all over the floor. "You know those cute girls you know?"
He didn't respond, but Sombra pulled up an image. Angela, Lena, and Fareeha. "You're friends know. Take a look at them." Noah looked and instead of seeing their faces normally, they transformed to their bloody versions. Fareeha had a blank face, Angela with faces of pain, and Lena had the expression of surprise and betrayal. He could feel his tears begin to flow down his cheeks as he reached out for the image. Sombra gently pushed forward and he held her hands closer.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." He muttered. The tears were flowing freely down his cheeks. "I can't do this. I'm a coward, a weakling…" His ramblings became too torn up to hear right. Sombra couldn't understand how this could've happened. He was a smartass, stubborn in his actions, and he was under those drugs for sometime under Deadlock. How could this new batch break the character she's seen before.
"Don't worry pal. I'm here." She pulled the image away and the light in the room dimmed. "I'm right here." Noah curled up into a ball in his bed and sobbed softly. She hoped the intel she sent was enough for those Overwatch agents to understand where they were. In all honesty, she didn't owe him anything. He snapped at her, blamed her, ignore her, and yet she helped him get some real chance of escaping.
She grew to enjoy their time together. He was snarky, told her off, and honestly hated her. They never did anything together, but Sombra always found enjoyment in bothering him even as a small nuisance. And she particularly enjoyed their little spat under Burr and Widowmaker's fight. He played along and it with the whole scene like a TV special, it almost felt like having a friend watch it with you.
It's ridiculous in most ways, but sometimes it was okay. Sombra patted Noah on the head as she felt him slow down on his crying. "I'm sorry. So sorry."
"I'm sure you are buddy, but please don't be like this. You got a people wanting you back and they don't want this meatsack." Noah wrapped his arms around her hips and held on tightly. Sombra blushed at the advancement and patted him on the back. "That's right pal. Just hug it out."
Noah shifted around and Sombra found herself lying down right next to him. His arms were still wrapped right around her and she could feel his warm breath on her. Now things were getting real awkward. A few minutes of silence and still Noah wouldn't sleep. Sombra laid down next to him until they heard thunder. The pitter patter of rain was hitting the roof and created a relaxing noise for Noah to fall asleep under. Sombra felt his grip slacken and almost wiggled free. Before she could, Sombra placed the can of soup next to the bed.
"Lena." He groaned. She looked at him. "Angela, Fareeha, Burr. I'm sorry." She let him hold her a little longer before feeling too comfortable. "I'm sure they're all working on saving you."
"Gerard." Sombra shushed him. "There's no need to talk about Gerard. He's none of your concern."
"His...legacy."
"It doesn't matter. Just rest." Sombra patted him on the head as they listened to the rain and the occasional roll of thunder. Noah slowly fell under and began to sleep somewhat peacefully. Sombra stayed next to him for a few more minutes before moving and disappearing into the base.
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Here you go. This one was edited by a friend and wanted it up. Also thank you to deathwing17 for some of the ideas used in this chapter. They were a big help. What's going to happen now? How will things turn out? Review, fav, and follow and things will be reaching a new level soon. I know it's a hiatus, but I've been working on something special. My writer's block is almost gone so yeah. Anyways ciao!