The alarm went off and Burr slowly opened his eyes. He looked picked the alarm and looked at the date.

April 17, 2079/5:26 A.M.

He fell back to his bed and felt an arm move around him. "Stay, cherie." Burr smiled softly and held her hand. "Come on Amélie. I got work."

"Work can wait a day." She mumbled. He held the assassin close. "Did you come home late? I remember going to bed alone last night." She shook her head groggily and nuzzled his neck. "I'm sorry did you want a hello from a tired woman who just flew from Africa?"

"At least you showered before hopping in." He could smell her shampoo and noticed the towel on the chair. "But no. I'm guessing asking for a hello would've been too much from my favorite spider." Amélie laughed before holding him again. "Can't you stay in today? Call in sick? How long has it been since your last break?"

He actually pondered on that and shrugged his shoulders. "Alright say I did take this break. What exactly are we gonna do?" She gave a sly smirk and leaned in. "We could have some...pancakes!"

He gave her the most blank stare he could muster in the early morning. "P-Pancakes? I thought you might've wanted-" She slapped him on the shoulder. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Burr. I'm starving and military rations aren't the best especially with an actual cook at my side." He rolled his eyes as she nudged him out of bed.

Burr walked over to the door and stretched his arms. "Fine, pancakes it will be. But I get the blueberry syrup!" He closed the door just in time to cut off her shocked reaction. He chuckled to himself and took in the warm air of spring. Ever since the invasion of Talon things have gotten better for the organization. Public opinion is high, the Petras Act is all but officially dismantled, and Overwatch has thrived underneath the new years. It brought a smile to his face once he realized how his goals keep getting better and better.

Though that didn't mean he ever forgot why he was standing in the middle of the kitchen, cooking pancakes for his lovely girlfriend, who luckily hasn't killed him either it be it a silent command from a shady organization or dealing with some of his more annoying quirks. He stood in that kitchen because of someone he considered a brother. And that never left him since that day.

The patter of footsteps behind him made his eyes leave the pan and over the tired form of the resident doctor. "Ah Angela, it's good to see you." She mumbled a good morning and reached over for the pot of coffee. She poured it in and took a deep swig. Burr turned back to his pancakes when Angela sat at the table. He waited about a minute before sighing.

"Is something on your mind dear?" Angela walked over and placed an invitation right next to his plate. "I've been invited to Vishkar's latest ball. Ever since we stopped the U.N attack, they've taken the footage of Symmetra stopping Roadhog and claimed most of the credit that day. I mean they've held that over us for the past two years and claim their state on matters we're experts in."

"Well to be fair, they've got a good PR team. Maybe we should hire some of the companies who owe us to make us look more kid friendly."

"Burr, we're basically a superhero team. I don't think we need the extra work." He chuckled and flipped the pancake. "I think you should go."

"Hm?"

"I mean, Angela. it's been two years and you've been working yourself half to death. If you aged naturally you'd look older than 76 or Ana." She looked offended, but Burr sneered and focused on the food. "Why don't you go with me then? Overwatch's co-commander could make an appearance."

"If Winston's not allowed I'm not going. Besides I hate Vishkar for many reasons as is the other way around for them. Neither of us could hold being civil with one another especially at a party." Angela shook her head. "But why me?"

"Obviously they think you're important enough outside Overwatch to invite. Plus with your previous track record of your outspokenness during Overwatch's golden years, they might find you a bit more easier to talk to/sympathize with on our past activities." The doctor nodded. Those were valid reasons. "And for you, you might meet someone."

She choked on her coffee at the suggestion as Burr held back his mirth. "What did you just say?"

"I'm saying go out, get a date, make a friend outside. You've been working so hard, you barely get a break in unless one of us takes you out. And even then you're on your phone trying to continue working. It's very unhealthy."

"My research is highly important. I can't relax knowing that there maybe another breakthrough waiting around the corner." Burr placed the morning piece on a plate. "Angela like you said it's been two years. Aren't you tired?" She could sense the concern and looked at er hand. It was strained from all the writing, typing, experimenting, and handling. They actually look like they need a break.

She took a deep breath and looked at him. "Look I know where this is going, but I'm fine. Two years is enough time for me to move on." Burr nodded. Maybe for someone who faced their problems head on, but not her. She moved on, but didn't bother fixing the broken road behind her. If she doesn't do something about it, it'll be her undoing. He grabbed his plate of pancakes and put down on the table in front of her. "Just think about it."

Angela let the aroma of the food waft into her nose. He left a fork near her along with the invitation. The doctor poked the pancakes and cut a piece off. The invitation looked more and more tempting. "Should I meet someone?"

"Hm?"

"I mean should I even bother? I have you guys and these pancakes. I think that's enough." Burr made another plate and set that down. "Angela, I don't know about you, but I'm sure you wouldn't think when it was right in front of you." Her grip around the fork tightened as did her jaw. That unintentionally squeezed more flavor out of the piece she was eating.

"I'm not saying anything, but my friend you need to get out more. And maybe this invitation will help you with that." He held two plates of pancakes in his hands now. "By the way if anyone asks about my absence, I'm taking a day off." Burr left the kitchen as Angela reached over and held the invitation.

Opening the letter, Angela read the following content.

To Doctor Angela Ziegler,

You have been invited to Vishkar Corporation's Annual Spring Ball, taking place April 23rd at the Jefferson State Mansion in Washington state. We hope you can make the event and celebrate amongst others the coming of future months. You may have a plus two.

'Plus two? They might just be saying that to make sure I can say yes.'

We have established an early hotel arrangement should you arrive early. Until then Doctor Ziegler.

P.S. If you want to confirm your visit please hit accept.

She closed the envelope and sighed. Maybe she could get out. Though given her reputation an escort should be made. And the future escort walked in with her messy hair and sleepy demeanor. "I smelled pancakes."

"Ah Fareeha, you came at just the right time. I need an escort to a ball coming up in six days."

"A ball? That's...interesting. What makes you wanna go?" She looked at the plate of pancakes and slid them over to Fareeha. "Just wanted to go out." Fareeha pointed at the pancakes and Angela nodded. The soldier grabbed a fork and began wolfing it down. "So where's everyone else?"

"Missions. Winston told us that Burr's taking a day off so I suppose Widowmaker isn't doing that much either." Angela swished around the lukewarm coffee. "Yeah they're rather quite attached."

Fareeha shrugged, "It's whatever. Anyways my mother, Reinhardt, and 76 are doing a mission in Spain, Tracer went to visit Emily, Genji and Zenyatta are looking for someone, and everyone else is going to see Lucio perform in Numbani."

"You're not joining them?"

"No, I've been working with Torbjörn on improving my armor. He still needs a couple more days before that's done."

"So you're free?" Fareeha shook her hand in saying pretty much. Angela lit up. "Excellent. Then will you join me in going to Washington this week?" Fareeha once again nodded as she consumed the plate of pancakes in front of her. Angela chuckled at her eating habits. The doctor pulled out the envelope and hovered above the accept button. Burr's words echoed in her mind before she tapped the button.

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The early morning sun was shining into the room of another. He snored peacefully as he heard footsteps. "Sebastian! Wake up!" He groaned and turned over.

"Sebastian wake up or I will fire you!" Sebastian cracked open his eyes and groaned again. He rolled over onto the floor and landed on the ground. "You lazy ass, I can see through the camera." He stuck out his tongue at the camera and sat up. Reaching over, he grabbed his blue glass scouter and placed it over his left ear. The glass covered his left eye while his prosthetic right eye sharpened faster than his normal left.

He got up, grabbed his blue hoodie with a white hood, and put on lazily when he opened the door. He walked down the store and saw the pink and purple highlights of his boss's hair. "Morning boss. What can I do for you?"

"Eat breakfast then do maintenance on the bike." He looked down and grabbed his toast. "Avena, jugo y fruta? You trying to spoil me?"

"That depends if you do your job today, perezoso." Sebastian shrugged. "Aw, you insult me boss. You know I'm a grown man with set limits on the work I do." The boss rolled her eyes and sat down next to him. "Of course you would say that. Man, I'm this close to firing you with each passing day."

"Come on boss, you can't fire me. You're too nice." His boss blushed and threw an apple toward him. Sebastian caught it and took a bite out of it. "See? You could be worse." She shook her head and tilted her head. He let out a small laugh before he grimaced in a little pain. "Sebastian, does your head hurt?"

He raised his hand just above the scar on his head. The man shook his head. "Don't worry boss. You'd be the first to know if things change." She gave a genuine smile and passed him some bread. "We'll get to work in an hour. Just get ready."

"Too late. Want to work on the bike." He walked off with his boss just sighing at the attitude. "You're going to be the death of me!"

"And no death would be more handsome when it happens." She stuck out her tongue and watched him leave. She pulled up her holo-screen and looked at what's going on in the news. The newscasters began their segment with the latest updates on the Vishkar Ball. She pulled up their guest lists and pulled out the accepted guest lists. Her eyes droned on with countless names of billionaires, business tycoons, political leaders, national leaders, and celebrities. That was until she gazed upon the final name. Angela Ziegler.

Her shocked expression slowly shifted into a smirk. "Nice to see you again Ziegler."

"Boss! Um, I forgot the tools and I kind of need to come in." The boss shook her head and pulled out the tool bag. She opened the door and tossed it. "Here you go, my dependent little worker."

"Pft, salope." She blew a small kiss at him as he turned around towards the barn. For the next few hours it was slight before hearing the roar of an engine. She ran out and saw Sebastian on the bike waving goodbye to her. "Really man?"

Sebastian let the wind whistle in his ears as the town from miles away became close. The small town's buildings soon surrounded him as he found his favorite spot. He parked outside and hopped off his bike. A few men in suits were behind him, but they didn't pay heed to him.

The bell rang as an older man looked at Sebastian coming in. "Ah is it Saturday already?"

"Come on Jameson you know it is. And do not worry. I worked really hard to pay my tab." Sebastian pulled out a wad of cash and placed it on the counter. Jameson whistled at the load and eyed the customer. "You didn't steal this from your girlfriend's account did you?"

"What? No, me and S-the boss don't steal each other's money. We are honest people thank you very much." The man continued to eye him. "And she's not my girlfriend. She's my employer, roommate, friend and boss."

"Oh I'm sure she's the boss of you." Sebastian blushed and slid behind the counter. "Don't even joke about that." He whined. Jameson shook his head and pulled him back up. "I'm just saying a Spanish beauty doesn't come by here everyday and with the living arrangements you two carry, folks get talking."

"Well let them talk. It doesn't matter since none of it is true." Jameson put down a milkshake and the slight annoyance Sebastian had evaporated. "Oh I love you man!"

"I just know what puts you in a good mood." Sebastian drank the shake

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"And what type of suit would you like?"

"Italian."

"How many buttons?"

"Two."

"Trousers?"

"Tapered."

"And the lining?"

"Cupro."

The tailor backed away as the man slicked back his hair. He rolled his shoulders as Symmetra approached him. "Are you done now?"

"Patience Symmetra. Even men can burn time when they truly decide on what suits they want. I do hope you understand." The Indian resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the slick tone her boss held in his words. "After all it has been two years since Talon's been eliminated and the remnants continue to be hunted down to this day. It seems Overwatch has proven to be quite the asset. In the right circumstances of course."

"Of course." The tailor came back and helped the man slip on the jacket. "Excellent work as always Giovanni. Expect your payment in the next few minutes."

"Of course sir. Have an excellent day Mr. Silverstone." Giovanni left Silverstone and Symmetra alone. "This ball is also gaining quite the guest of honor. Angela Ziegler has now accepted being part of our guest line up. And I think we can begin our Overwatch initiative starting with her."

Symmetra raised an eyebrow. "Overwatch initiate? What do you mean by that and why Dr. Ziegler?"

"Just a measurement that both us and Overwatch can use for a more mutual agreement. And we, especially you, carry a grudge with one of their heads, Lawrence."

"Burr." Symmetra said. Her boss nodded as he adjusted his collar. "When that doctor walks through those doors in a week, everything will change."

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Who's ready for Vishkar? Talon's been nice and great antagonist, but we I've forward to new villains. Also stop asking about Noah. Trust me, things can happen