"Doc? Dooc? Hey you in there?"

"Noah?" Angela questioned. She got up and rubbed her eyes. When she opened them, they were in the infarmy. She was resting on one the patient beds and a chuckling Noah was above her. "Oh good morning...WAIT!" She sprung up and surprised Noah.

"Geez Doc, are you okay?"

"You can't be real. You're under Talon's clutches. You can't be here." Noah laughed again "Is that so? Well if I was would I be able to do this?" He lifted her up and she gasped in surprised as he twirled her around. She laughed at the silly expression as he put her down. "So do I count as real in your ever observant eyes?"

"Maybe." She said. The doctor felt the feelings return of when he was around. It was a good feeling to return to. "So what are you here for?"

"Oh well Doc, I'm having this problem with this very special woman." Angela raised an eyebrow. "Continue." He rubbed the back of his head. "And I thought you'd be the perfect person to ask since you know this person."

"Do I now? Carry on." Noah blushed as Angela took another step closer. "I was wondering if-if you can…"

Angela held her arms back. It seemed obvious on who he was asking help for. "Yess?"

"Help me get a date with Fareeha?" The question stopped her in her tracks. "What?"

Noah tugged at his collar. "You see since I know I'd be a hinderance to the good you do I went on to find someone else. And I can't believe it either, but I really like Fareeha. I thought since you two are friends, you can help me."

Now this wasn't for real. Fareeha liked him, but she never expected him to return her affection just as quickly. Noah looked at his watch and seemed to be late for something. "Oh sorry Angela, didn't mean to take any more of your time and be more of a hinderance. I'm going to go."

He left before she got a word out. The door closed when she muttered, "You aren't a hindrance." Had she made the right decision? In some ways yes, her mind couldn't, wouldn't accept the idea of a relationship. On the field it was impractical. All her focus would be on the one closest to her heart and not toward the one in real trouble.

In other ways, she was dead wrong. That kiss, the first one she had in a long time spoke volumes on how she felt. Her heart pounded, blood pumping hard into her cheeks, and chemicals being pushed throughout her body. It felt so right and for that moment everything was in the right. Reaper nearly took him away, he was believed to have been dead and now the situation repeats itself. Her mind wanted him to be safe, in good hands, her hands. She could have him nearby and the feelings wouldn't disappear. The world would seem right. When he returns she's gonna-

Angela. Am I pretty? A young girl's voice. The doctor looked to see Fareeha, young Fareeha. "Of course you are mein freundin." A younger Angela. The two were sitting next to each other with ice creams in their hands,

"Why do you ask?"

Because the kids here say you're very pretty and that someone would be really lucky if you liked them back. What if someone I like doesn't see me as good as you?

"Then I'll make that person find out how great you are! Fareeha, you're more than pretty. You are kind, protective, and honorable. Those traits should be what your crush would want. Being pretty is only a bonus." Fareeha smiled brightly at that and Angela felt guilt crawl up her heart. The smile weakened though.

I had a feeling, what if someone like you liked the same person that I do? I wouldn't want you hurting yourself to make them like me. Angela felt her heart pounding again, but not in the good way. "Fareeha, you would be the first person to know if I like someone. Besides with me so busy all the time I probably won't have time for a relationship, so you're fine."

A Dummkopf that who she was. Thank you Angela! I hope we both find happiness one day.

"But why did it have to be with the same man?" Noah appeared next to her and smiled. She almost reached for him, but Fareeha appeared behind him. Her eyes were enamoured. The captain would have a hard time expressing those emotions, but her body language wouldn't. "Could I at least keep your eyes in my life?"

Noah nodded before reaching in for a hug. Angela gladly accepted the hug before something shook her. Noah faded away as did Fareeha when her vision began to sharpen.

"Angela!" The doctor woke up on the dropship. She rubbed the sweat off her forehead as she found Mei sleeping peacefully in her seat, Lena was flying the ship, and Fareeha, now free of her armor, watching her.

"Are you okay? You seemed to be talking in your sleep."

"Oh don't worry Fareeha, I'm just…" She stopped. Could she hold it back? The next battle could be their last and dying with barriers between her close friend wasn't the best option out there. "I had an eye opening dream."

"Oh. Really, what was it?" Angela decided to get it over with. No use in hiding it. "I...I think I'm in love Noah." Fareeha stared at her for what seemed the longest seconds. "I know, I know you like him too, but I thought you didn't before however you proved me wrong when I saw you after Egypt when he was recovering and I-I…" The captain held her hand up.

"I understand Angela. I knew your feelings too. For a few months actually." Fareeha said. "What?" Fareeha sat next to Angela and tried to piece together the next few words. "Burr. He snapped during one of our missions and went a little mad. He went on about how he wanted to save his friend and expected full support from all of us. Yet you and I refuse to help him and called him the man we love."

"Oh." She forgot how Burr was an emotional man. If he was happy, he was really happy. If he was sad, he could show that. Those powers and perspective on emotion was probably how he figured their emotions.

Fareeha tried laughing the tension away, but she was never the best at the situations. "Look it doesn't even matter. He's all yours."

"What?"

"I don't want you hurting yourself because you love the same man as I do. It wouldn't be fair." The conversation from the past came up. "No, no, it's alright. Fareeha, I know you like him by a lot. I don't want to take that from you. After all you're wonderful for him."

This was quite interesting. One was willing to give up for the other. "I guess it depends on who he chooses." The two looked at each other and imagined Noah between them.

Who could he choose? Noah's first friend outside of Tracer or Burr was Angela and they carried strong feelings toward one another with how long they knew each other. Yet the same could almost be said between him and Fareeha. Training together allowed their actions to replace their words and Noah held her to the same regard as Burr or Tracer. Close, very close to his heart. If either survived and with Noah safe, then the decision will come. Until then, the two prepared for what their nearby future may contain.

Tracer looked at them and sighed at how things were going. If he survived it's just going to be another battle.

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The dropship landed in the hangar and Burr found out they were the first ones back. Those who weren't on recruitment were scouting the surrounding area. So Winston, Reinhardt, Zarya were gone as well with mapping out an escape route.

Junkrat and Roadhog whistled together as they saw the scale of the base. "Alright you two are under our supervision. Do anything that will disrupt us or hinder us, back to the slammer. Permanently."

"Right, right. We gotcha mate. Come Roadie let's get a better view!" He sighed and turned to Ana. "Any sign that they'll break anything, you put them to sleep."

The sniper chuckled before following them. 76 walked up and leaned against the wall. "You seem dead set on this, huh."

"What gave it way? The two maniacs we just recruited?" 76 chuckled and rolled his shoulder. "No, well yes, but what I mean is that you've got that stare."

"Stare? Care to explain old man?" 76 pushed himself off the wall and placed himself in front of Burr. "Years ago I met an agent by the name of Gerard Lacroix. I trust you know the man." Burr nodded. Though he couldn't see where this was going. "You're saying I have the stare of a dead agent you once knew? That's weird."

76 laughed. "It is, but it;s true. That's the look Gerard carried when he saved his wife." Widowmaker appeared in his head and the mood began to shift. "Determined to save the one closest, he didn't realize that something unexpected may happen."

"The story was that his wife killed him. In his sleep. No offense, but I'm going to be sleeping in the same bed as Noah." The old soldier shook his head. "That's not the problem. The problem is that even if you save Noah, what could've happened to him over those three months? Talon hates your guts with a passion and with your closest ally in their clutches things may get more complicated."

"Well I can't exactly leave him there. If he's there any longer he's going to die and you can't expect me to stand still."

"Gerard's tale is one of caution. Noah maybe one of us, but we can't be certain. Please understand that." He placed a hand on his shoulder. Burr glanced at the ground before sighing. "Yeah sure, whatever. 76 listen, I appreciate your concern especially since you seem quite familiar with Overwatch, but still I can handle it. Believe me."

"If you say so, just remember." Burr waved him off and felt incredibly tired. Maybe it was just dealing with the two criminals the entire way back or it was the fact that soon he'll be breaking into one of the most dangerous places to ever exist in his life. Either way a nap was such a nice lure. He opened his quarters and saw his bed. He yawned loudly before walking over.

Before Burr took another step closer though, his body froze. His senses were telling him someone was there. He slowly reached for his holster when two arms grabbed around him. Burr spun around but the intruder backed off. He aimed his pistol right at their head when they put their arms up.

"You caught me. Cherie." Burr froze when Widowmaker stepped into the light. "Salut."

"Jesus Christ, I almost shot you." He almost put down his gun before realizing Widowmaker was in his quarters! Raising the pistol back up, Burr glared at her. "What the hell are you doing here? How?!"

"Calm down. You captured me." Burr blinked before taking serious aim. "You better have a more believable story if you don't want a bullet in your leg." She frowned at how disdainful he still was, but it was understandable. "What I mean is, I'm surrendering myself over to your organization." Burr once again blinked before slowly lowering the gun.

"Seriously? I captured you? Is this where you say something cheesy or some shit like that?"

"I am your prisoner. Talon has lost its asset and now I'm under your judgement." She bowed her head. Burr couldn't believe it. She might actually be serious about this. "Are you kidding me? You can't expect me to…" He noticed something. A poorly cared for cut on her back. "What the hell is that?"

"This?" Burr moved behind her and gently hovered his hand over her back. It was a long gash yet it was similar to a surgical gash. Widow winced when he examined it with a finger. "Did you just wince?"

"It feels strange when you do that." She breathed out. "Feel?" She nodded and Burr was taken back by it. "Burr, I can't go back to Talon. When I gave you the info, Talon found out and I'm discommunicated from Talon."

"You were found out? Can't say I'm surprised. I'd be a little surprised if you weren't caught. I'm guessing you removed your tracker." She nodded. Burr quickly ran to his desk and pulled out a small medical kit. "Well whoever operated on you sucked at cleaning you up."

He dabbed a cotton ball in alcohol before gently pressing it. Widowmaker bit her lip. "This seems quite the reversal, Burr."

"Hm?"

"Before when you were in Talon, I would be the one bandaging your wounds and cleaning them. Because you were too stubborn to see the Talon doctors."

"Because those assholes wanted to experiment as well as heal. And I love the color, but I don't want blue on me." Widow looked at him before shuddering at the cold touch. "Didn't you want to be blue."

"I'm blue enough." Widow sensed his sadness and sighed. "I'm sorry." Burr looked up. "Well that's new. I haven't ever heard you say sorry before Am-Widow." It was almost a heavy blow. Before she prefered her codename over her real one, but now that things have changed it's a little hurtful.

"I'll call you Amélie when it's just us."

She looked around and saw no one else. "Well it is just us." Burr sadly smiled before putting down the cotton and rubbing alcohol. "I mean, I got too much on my mind. I would prefer if things settled down before dealing with you."

"I'm sorry for that as well. I know you may have guessed I hurt your friend."

"I'd be surprised if you didn't and would prefer it that way, but I'm guessing he was being a smartass and you reacted naturally." She chuckled lowly when she turned to Burr. "You might have a point, but I want to fix that. When you left Amélie woke up. And I felt this cold rage toward you for leaving and when you remarked it to just...sex. I put all that into beating you."

Burr almost laughed. Five months ago was one of the more horrible beatings he received. Then again he wasn't prepared for what counted as rage to Widowmaker. Plus a grenade to the face tends to push it to new heights.

"Then afterwards I assumed you died and Widowmaker returned. It was all missions until I heard of your return and then the rage came back, but it was duller. Like I couldn't hold on to the same level as I did before. And when you offered mercy I...I didn't know what to do."

"You're right. I did offer mercy. You were someone I cared for, that I could possibly help ease your conscious about Gerard, that I could feel...it doesn't matter anymore."

"If it's any consolation, je t'aime Burr." He froze when she said that before slowly turning his eyes toward her. "You don't have to say it back or return it. Just know it."

Burr pinched the bridge of his nose and laughed sadly. "Why the hell am I so emotional attached? I wonder if I could just walk to Talon and ask them to remove these stupid feelings. After all you've done and you say that to me." She looked down sadly. A hand reached out and lifted her chin. She followed it when Burr leaned in and kissed her. They departed for a second with Amélie blushing hard.

"Whatever happened to not changing your feelings?"

"We both knew that was lie."

"And how will you explain it to the others?"

"Don't worry about that." Amélie smiled and kissed him again.

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Noah tried to get some training in. His mind may be broken, but his body wasn't as much. He could still move. Still fight in some way. He just needed to make sure that was still the case. Sombra had another mission and had to be gone for the next few hours. He hasn't heard a word about Reaper, but he's sure that the wraith was around here somewhere. Probably watching him if he didn't have anything better to do.

"Did you hear? I think I finally found one of the cells where that bastard is."

"What bastard?"

"The one in Egypt! Him and his Overwatch buddies made us lose that battle. Do you have any idea on how many died that day?"

"No. I didn't. Why did they keep him a secret?"

"Because every one of us would want a piece of him. And here he is." Noah retreated to the corner of his room as the cell door opened. The Talon guards stepped in. "Jesus what the hell is that smell? Do you even bathe in here?"

"..." He stared at them when one of the goons chuckled. "Doesn't matter. The smell of blood will be the new scent here." The cracked their knuckles as they closed the door. "After all you're gonna pay for everything you did."

Noah wondered if Sombra was on her way back. Because if she wasn't, there will be two more dead on his conscious. One stepped forward and threw the first punch. Noah tried to dodge it, but his reflexes have dulled down from inactivity. He fell to the ground with the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. "Oh that felt good."

He got up and used the wall to help him stand again. The other guard kicked him down and the two began to beat on him. Noah curled into a ball taking the beating. The two slowly stopped to catch their breath when one of them spotted the picture. "The hell is this?"

Noah's eyes tried looking through the cracked lense of his goggles when he saw the glint of shine on his photo. "Would you look at this. Looks like our little punching bag managed to snag a photo before leaving. Now lookie here. Here's a few of the heroes we encountered."

They began pointing out his friends and making small comments about them. Noah managed to barely lift himself off the floor when they whistled lowly. "Now most of the time we barely see her since she's too busy healing in the background, but that is the lovely Angela Ziegler. Hard to believe she's thirty seven."

"Thirty seven? She looks so young."

"Which is perfect. I wonder if this punk here likes her." Noah began to pull himself back to his feet, but they kicked him down. "We'll take care of her for your sake. She'll be in good hands."

"I dunno. I want to take care of these two."

"Ah, Fareeha Amari and Lena Oxton. Good eye my man." Noah's jaw tightened. "I would just shoot them in the head. But not before making them scream in pain for all the lives they took. What do you think of that little man?" They turned to Noah who was bleeding from his nose and bruising underneath his eye.

"I think when they show their faces again we'll get to see Reaper kill them. You know how he loves the idea of killing Overwatch agents. Can't wait to see that Brit's face with a shell through it." Noah crawled over to his bed and put on his wristband Sombra gave him. His fear and rage were melding together as he imagined what would happen if Reaper got his hands on those he loved. Especially Tracer.

Besides Burr, she was his best friend and could never forgive himself if anything happened to her. They couldn't, no they wouldn't get the chance to even approach them. He grabbed the wristband and pulled it down. The metallic band expanded into a metallic glove. The two guards were still looking over the picture when they got bored.

"Enough of this." Noah's anger reached his peak when the sound of torn paper reached his ears. He saw bits fall onto the floor and the only semblance of peace in this god forsaken fortress was gone. He screamed in anger and surprised the two when he went mad.

His metallic fist broke the mask and cracked the skull of his enemy hard. The other guard yelped in horror as he saw the crazy look on Noah's face. He held out his palm and blue energy began to glow. The second guard made a run for the door when he fired the beam and all that was left was a pile of dust. He didn't even remark how that even happened when he turned to the first guard.

"Ya bwoke my flukcing nos yu pwick." He didn't even see what happened to his partner when the door opened. It was Sombra and she saw everything from her camera. "Stop!"

"You tore my picture. I'll tear out your fucking entrails." The guard began to cower in fear as Sombra ran up and lifted the gloved hand into the air. He fired the beam into the roof and burned it. "Noah, stop! You're going crazy."

He growled angrily at her before looking at the guard. His foot was on top of Fareeha's image and their earlier comments came back. "You won't get the chance to even see another Overwatch agent because I'm going to pop those eyes out and crush them underneath my heel!"

Sombra was shocked to see this violent side when Noah pushed her aside and lunged for the guard. The guard screamed when a clawed hand reached out of the shadows and grabbed Noah by the throat. It slammed him down to the floor with Reaper holding him down. "Heel boy."

Noah didn't listen and punched Reaper's arm hard. He held his hand out and prepared another beam. Sombra hacked into his glove and stopped it. Reaper tossed him out of the cell and pulled his shotgun. "Gabe, no!"

"It's just to scare him." He aimed, but Sombra stopped him when she hit the ground and her EMP went off. The entire prison block went off with Reaper unable to fire his gun and Noah unable to use his glove. "Let me handle this."

Noah was shaking his head for it to be clear when Sombra approached him. "Go away."

"Not now pal." Sombra said. "Now focus, focus on me." Noah breathed hard. "They tore it up. They took my friends."

"Well turns out isolation makes you go crazy." Sombra turned back and shot him a glare. He raised his hands up in fake surrender when she turned back to Noah. "It's fine. Your friends are fine. They're not here."

"..." He stayed silent when Sombra lifted his chin. "Everything is alright. Calm down. Please."

"Mention the doctor. I'm sure he'd calm down then." Noah glared at Reaper with burning hatred as he tried to fight off Sombra. Sombra couldn't believe this as she took a vial of Widowmaker's poison that she kept in case of emergencies and pulled the top off.

The purple gas infiltrated his lungs and Noah laid still on the ground. The dose was enough to stun, not kill, but she wasn't so sure. He still twitched as he seemed to fighting his way back up. Reaper walked over and knelt down. He punched him in the face, shattering his goggles. The agent laid still for good this time when Reaper stood up. "Done."

"What the hell did you do?"

"I took care of it. He should count himself lucky that I didn't make dead where he stands." The wraith said. "Though I never expected him to have this." He grabbed the glove and returned it to being a metal wristband.

"RnD said you took it out. How exactly did this fall under his possession?"

"He's a thief. I'm sure he nicked it off me when I wasn't looking." Reaper stared at her. "When you weren't looking? Have you been visiting the prisoner?"

"I'm taking notes for the weapons branch on the new drug they developed, therefore I have to study his habits and take notes on what the effects are." Not a complete lie. The only thing she wasn't allowed to do was speeding up his recovery. Though now it looks like he's back at square one.

"Right. Take him to the infirmary." He grabbed the hurt guard and dragged him away while Sombra was left alone.

She knew how sensitive light was to his eyes and Reaper just shattered the only barrier to filter it. Carefully taking out any shattered pieces from his skin, Sombra tore off a piece of his shirt and wrapped it around his eyes. She took the frame of his goggles and sighed at their broken state. She picked up the broken pieces and wrapped them up in cloth.

During his time in Dorado, she witnessed him using thick sunglasses before using his goggles to fight her old gang. Luckily she had a pair just around the corner. She found a big chunk of blue glass and held it over her own eye. It was enough to cover one eye if its jagged edges were smoothed out. Maybe a monocle would do. "Idiota. Why the hell did you do that?"

Noah groaned as she called a few soldiers in to carry him away to the medical wing. "And what was that personality?" When he was gone, she pulled up the footage and saw him being beaten savagely by the two, well now one guard. Sombra held no reaction until she saw them tear the photo she gave to him into pieces.

That's when she saw the violent side appear and vaporize one of the guards. The hacker walked into the cell and found the place a mess with splattered blood, dust, and torn paper. She picked a piece up and found Tracer's face torn in half. "Dios mío."

Triggered. They triggered him. "Where the hell are you guys? I can't protect him forever."

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A few hours later, Ana stepped over an unconscious Junkrat as Roadhog lifted him over his shoulder. "Next time control your friend or he'll get another one." Roadhog nodded and dragged Junkrat to their room. "Please be ready when we call in our meeting." He grunted as he left. She sighed and turned around to see Widowmaker. She raised her rifle when Burr came out. "Wait, peace Ana!"

"What/How did she get here?" Widowmaker shrugged. "Your security systems could use a little bit of work." Ana scowled when Burr stopped her. "Enough. Ana, she is here as a prisoner. And we will not let either of your pasts dictate on how things are run here."

"She killed so many people, Burr. That's more than enough."

"Widow, but not Amélie. Ana let's see if we can undo the what's been done. Afterall I'm sure you both were friends once." Widow glared at Ana and the older sniper returned it. "If she makes one false move, a bullet will be placed between those eyes."

"Fair enough. Widow?" He nudged her and she sighed. "Of course. Peace Ana." Ana put away her rifle and walked to the door. The door opened and in came Tracer. "Hi Ana, look we came back with-" Widowmaker made eye contact with her and weakly waved.

She stopped and remembered everything that's happened so far. From the U.N. to their confrontation at Noah's apartment. Ana knew what she was going to do, but Tracer already blinked past her. Her gun was already out with the muzzle glowing blue.

Widow wasn't expecting it and the only thing she could do was lift her arms up from some form of protection. The beam flew out and almost hit Widow until a blue shield erected itself between Widow and the shot. It deflected into the roof with it hitting Winston's roof. "Burr, what the hell?"

"I just told Ana, but Lena she is our prisoner. And we will not attack a prisoner without a good reason."

"Did you forget who's Talon's most effective operative is? That's her."

"And here she is and not there. This is great."

"Calm yourself cherie. I'm not here to kill you." The others soon appeared and the process repeated itself. A few minutes later, the Overwatch agents were updated on why Widowmaker was there though they neglected to ask how she arrived due to Burr quickly pulling up the map and after they escorted her away.

"This matter with Widowmaker can wait. Right now we need to focus on this oncoming invasion." Burr pulled up the photos of Zarya placing the cars in place. "The escape route is in these caves and luckily for us it can work as an entrance for our infiltration area. Once the few of us enter, we're gonna begin our assault. And Tracer this is where you'll come in."

"What'cha you want me to do?" He smiled and they quickly discussed the plan. Everyone debated, strategized, and agreed on what the plan was. Soon everyone was preparing for the fight when night came. It was one more night before they're most dangerous battle yet.

Dinner time came and everyone was laughing and joking with each other even 76 told a few jokes. They were dry, but considering his mostly stoic position it was a welcome change. Angela and Mei were discussing on how times have changed and what comes next, Fareeha was having some small talk with her mother, while everyone else did the same. Burr left the festivities first and went around to the prison block. He stopped in front of Junkrat and Roadhog's cell. He opened it and sat down with them.

"What'cha doing here mate?"

"You're joining us into the fray tomorrow. Criminal or not, you could have a few more friends."

"Wouldn't you rather be with your other blokes?"

"I could, but I have a feeling I'll see them later. Right now I'm just trying to be a pal." Junkrat looked at him for any deceit before Burr went to the doorway and brought plates full of food. "Count this as a welcome to Overwatch." The explosive man laughed when he brought the food over and wolfed it down. Roadhog did the same and Burr sighed. Tomorrow was the day. Maybe one more visit with Amélie before he could possibly...he shouldn't think that way.

"I'll see you in the morning. Just go crazy when it's your cue."

"Right, right boss man." Junkrat said as he left. Burr walked over a few more cells before walking up to Widowmaker's cell. He opened it and found the assassin sitting there bored. She looked up and smiled at him. He returned it before he found himself kissing her one more time.

"You're not gonna die on me are? You better come back."

"I plan too." He returned her affection.

Meanwhile his best friend wakes up to only darkness with only a glimmer of hope left in his fragile psyche.

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