Sorry for the short chapters, I'll try to write longer ones in the future! Thank you everyone for your support! I hope all of you continue to enjoy the story xoxo


Putting on the Valkyrie suit again felt strange to Mercy. She stared down at herself, feeling a mixture of emotions from the memories this suit brought. Wearing this suit gave her a different persona, almost like she was someone else when she wore it. She went from being Dr. Angela Ziegler, a woman from Zurich, Switzerland whom had lost her parents in by war. She specialized in nanobiology, and would've been content spending the rest of her days in a Swiss hospital. But when she but on the Valkyrie suit she became Mercy, a field medic and first responder to those in dire need. She had received comments that she had become a guardian angel, but she always dismissed such claims.

"Are you almost ready?" A familiar voice chimed outside of her personal room's door.

Mercy approached the door, watching the metal thrust open with a "swoosh." Tracer stood before her, her blissful smile illuminating her entire face. Her excitement shown clearly.

"Winston is about to let the crowd in, you should see how many people are already gathered!" Tracer exclaimed, spreading out her arms to show how large the crowd was. "Ana, Torbjörn, Reinhardt, and Pharah are already in the lobby!" Tracer tugged gently on Mercy's sleeve.

"What about Genji?" The words escaped Mercy's lips before should could react.

Tracer twisted her face in thought, placing her index finger on her chin. "If I remember correctly, he said said he was still getting ready, although I'm not really sure how. He has a cyborg body, he just rolls out of bed and is ready," she said with a shrug. "That is, if he sleeps at all."

Mercy felt troubled by Tracer's news. Perhaps Genji was nervous about showing his face for the first time. Tracer must of noticed the slightly distressed look on Mercy's face; she reached out and tapped Mercy on the shoulder in comfort.

"I'm sure he's fine, love, it's a big day for all of us!"

Mercy nodded in agreement, only managing a forced smile. It wasn't introducing Overwatch back to the public that flustered her, it was her recent coming to terms with her feelings for Genji that made her nerves muddled.

"I'm going to check up on him, just in case," Mercy told Tracer, already leaving the doorway toward Genji's quarter's.


Mercy rapped quietly, but hurriedly on Genji's door. She waited nervously, listening for any movement behind the door, but was only responded to with silence. She bit her lip debating whether she should try knocking again or leave Genji in peace. As she was debating the metal door swiftly opened, revealing Genji, appearing slightly surprised to see her. His brown eyes softened when he realized it was Mercy, a small smile tracing on his lips. Mercy's cheeks started to glow pink as she timidly averted her eyes from her patient.

"Do you need something, Angela?"

"The event is starting, I was just wondering if you were going to attend or not…" Mercy answered lamely, despising the meekness of her tone.

"Of course, I was just…" Genji glanced back to his room, which had a mirror hanging on one of the sides of the steel walls. "...doing some soul-searching." He glanced back at Mercy, searching for the right words. "It has been a long time since anyone has seen the real me."

Mercy listened intently, watching how expeditiously Genji's self-conscious fled. He straightened up his posture and grinned with reassurance.

"Shazai itashimasu," he chuckled, "I do not mean to sound sad. I am happy to show my true self to the world, I am just uncertain of the reaction. I know I am not an omnic, and that seeing me as a human will make the crowd less weary."

"That's completely understandable, Genji." Mercy replied, feeling imperceptibly relieved by his optimism. "Shall we join the others?"

"Yes, I think I am ready."


There were more people than Mercy expected to come. Now she understood why Winston had extended this event to a weekend instead of one day. Hundreds, if not thousands of eager individuals were packed into Gibraltar, chatting and listening excitedly to Winston's speeches. The heroes of Overwatch were swamped by fans, nearly falling over each other to speak to them. It was all very overwhelming.

Mercy had managed to escape from a crowd of young medical students, whom had run to her like ravenous hyenas with inquiries about whether she could be a part of their thesis papers. At first Mercy was actually appetent to answer their questions on her breakthroughs in medical science, but soon their curiosity and thirst for knowledge became a competition on who could use Dr. Ziegler as a source first. As Mercy hid herself in a corner to catch her breath, she watched Pharah glide into the air, a carrying a small group of children. They hollered in glee was she flew around the base, outstretching their hands as they imagined they were flying on their own. Mercy smiled to herself, glad that her friend Fareeha was at least enjoying herself. Mercy kept her eyes peeled for her other friends (and for those persistent young med students) to see if she could join a more mellow crowd, when her eyes snagged on something.

There was Genji, his sword unsheathed as he showed a group of young women the details of its design up close. One woman in particular seemed very interested in everything he had to say. She twirled her curly, red hair, she giggled at things he said (inaudible to Mercy because she was too far away), she leaned in closely, almost like she purposely wanted to make contact with him. Seeing this woman's flirtatious mannerisms made Mercy's stomach flop like a brick, and her heart squeeze uncomfortably in her chest. It was clear to see this random woman was smitten with Genji, and that made Mercy panic.

Mercy made her way over to Genji and the group of women, her pace faster than she intended it to be. Genji noticed her, and waved with a free hand, still showing the fascinated group the sword. Mercy waited with her hands clutched together in front of her, her eyes locked on the redhead.

"What is this one called, again?" The redhead asked, her voice chipper and oozing with sweetness.

"This is a daito, and the smaller sword is called a wakizashi." Genji held up both swords now, the women leaned in as if they were watching fire being ignited for the first time in their lives. "The tip of the handle is called the nakagojiri, then it becomes the nakago, to the munemachi," Genji delicately traced his fingers up the sword with masterful hands.

Mercy had to admit, listening to him explain his passion and knowledge of the swords was quite hypnotic almost. She knew the girl's fascination was fixed elsewhere, and she had a sinking feeling that Genji knew that, too. Genji nearly glowed with pride at the attention, making his rough features even more attractive with his confidence being displayed. Mercy was happy to see him coming into his own; acting like his 'old self' she guessed.

"That's amazing!" The redhead gushed, showing off her brilliant smile.

Genji returned her smile, his eyes meeting hers. He seemed drawn to this woman, there was no doubt that she was beautiful. Watching the two of them exchange glances made Mercy wither inside. She fought off the petty feelings aggressively. She wanted to be happy for Genji, happy that he was interacting with others on a personal level, happy that he was able to connect with a crowd.

"Are you alright, Mercy?"

One of the women asked Mercy, shaking her from her intrusive thoughts. Her emotions must of been plainly written all over her face. Mercy swallowed thickly, snapping quickly into an automatic smile. She felt embarrassed with their eyes on her, staring at her in curiosity.

"I'm fine, thank you," Mercy assured the woman (surprised that this woman was informed enough to know her name). Mercy couldn't meet Genji's gaze, knowing how easily she'd falter underneath it.

"Can you show us the rest of Gibraltar?" The redhead turned her attention back to Genji, wrapping her arm around his so he could guide her.

Genji didn't appear taken aback at all from her bold move, he only smiled and nodded. "Of course," he agreed.

Mercy watched Genji lead the crowd of women away, her eyes locked onto the redhead and how she held onto his bicep. Mercy felt as if she was about to become sick. She turned away from them, hurrying off back into hiding before anyone else could flag her down. She felt as if she was suffocating, as trivial as that sounded. She cursed herself for not being overjoyed for Genji, knowing that eventually he may want to return to his old lifestyle, but seeing it play out so abruptly before her had felt like she'd been physically wounded.

Mercy shut herself into the nearest restroom she could find, her own thoughts drowning out the hundreds of voices chatting right outside. She ran the sink, splashing cold water on her face as she managed to control her breathing. She didn't even care if she messed up her makeup. Mercy peered up at her reflection, looking shaken and pitiful.

You are being selfish! Genji is your patient! Don't you want his happiness, Angela? You have no right to feel jealous, you-

"Verdammt," she muttered aloud, her eyes dropping down to the cold water collecting in the sink. The sound of running water soothed her for a moment, but her heart still hammered relentlessly in her chest.


Shazai itashimasu - my apologies

Verdammt - damn

I used Google translate, so sorry if the translation isn't accurate!