Quick note: from this point on, if any lore is incorrect, it is due to one of two things: 1. I didn't know, or 2. I am taking artistic liberties. Oh, and while this isn't important currently in the story, for the sake of the story, I'm assuming that tracer is Bi and not Gay, though the comic didn't say either way, so I'm not technically wrong (yet).
Tracer had never felt worse for someone in her entire life. The instant she and the rest of her group had come through the vortex, Zenyatta had flew straight into the poor guy's face. Mercy rushed to heal him, but it still must have hurt like hell. When he came to, everyone was looking down at him. He freaked uot and started pointing finger guns at everyone before realizing that his fingers were in fact (surprise, surprise) actual guns. He then calmly put his hands up and said "Look, I'll go quietly, but first you need to promise me that I will get at LEAST one bucket of chicken every day while I'm captured. Capich?" all five agents looked at him quizzically, and he then realized that they weren't going to capture him. He lowered his arms, then asked, "So… where are you chuckleheads from? Vortexville?" Jack responded before Tracer could give the response that she'd been planning in her head, saying "We have four heavily armed people and one person piloting a mech," at this, flashed a peace sign, "We'll be asking the questions." The poor guy shrunk up against the wall, trying to make himself as small as possible, and his expressing went from one of mild contempt to one similar to a rabbit as it is bitten in half by a fox.
"Where are we currently?" asked Jack in a menacing tone.
"Uhhhh… we're in the Mann. Co. factory in Huntsville, Alabama." Jack showed no signs of any emotion at the response, but Tracer was definitely confused. She'd never heard of Mann. Co, but this guy talked about it as if it were a rather well known company.
"What year is it?" asked Jack.
"1968." At this Jack stepped back, obviously in shock. Everyone else looked worried too (Except Zenyatta considering that he was, you know, a robot and had no expressions). Even stopped being annoying and looked slightly worried. Jack seemed to regain his composure. "Are you sure?" he asked, and the guy was about to answer, but then a voice from the hallway by the room shouted "Scout! Where are you! My old Space-time anomaly detector started beeping and there's been-" He stopped talking when he reached the room everyone was in. The man just gaped at them for a few seconds, then closed his mouth, cleared his throat, and Asked in a calm voice, "Who. The f***in' hell. Are you?" When no one answered for about half a minute, the guy Zenyatta hit, who's name Tracer guessed was Scout, raised his hand tentatively. "I think they're aliens." He said in a small voice, then fainted. The man, who was wearing a hard hat for some reason. Looked at Scout for a second, then turned around and yelled "TEAM! YA'LL SHOULD PROBABLY COME SEE THIS!"
"So let me get this straight." Said Jack. "We are one hundred years in the past, in the middle of a war over a single company that none of us have heard of even in the future, and you are under constant attack by waves of androids. That correct."
"Yep" said the man named Sniper, who was currently sipping coffee from a mug that read '#1 Sniper' "That about sums it up." He then took another sip. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did any of you want some coffee?" Tracer and Jack nodded their heads, but everyone else just seemed to be too busy trying to sort out all the ridiculous nonsense that these people they had just met lived through and thought of as 'normal.'
"So then. I guess we'll need to get y'all back to your own time." Said the man with the hardhat, who's name turned out to be Dell. "Medic and I can probably figure it out, given a month or two, so you hopefully won't have anything to worry about." Jack nodded in acknowledgement, then started asking about living arrangements, since he was not keen on having the general public know about their travel through time. Tracer droned this out by thinking about what might happen if they weren't able to get back. Would they just have to try and live out the one hundred years by using Mercy's magical skin cream to stay young looking?
As she continued to theorize on possible ways of living one hundred years without aging (which was very difficult, seeing as she was a fighter pilot and not a biologist.), when she was snapped back to reality when Jack announced that the final sleeping arrangements had been decided.
The base only had nine rooms, and with fourteen people it was a bit of a problem. They decided that Soldier would give up his room to Jack and Zenyatta, and then share Heavy's room. Dell gave up his room for so that she'd have space to store and maintain her mech, and then he was going to share sniper's room. Finally, the Demoman gave up his room to Tracer and Mercy, and was going to share the Spy's room.
Everyone was tired after a few hours of trying to figure out what was going on, so with the arrangements complete, the Overwatch Personnel were shown to their rooms to go to bed. Tracer was rather unimpressed by the room she and mercy were sharing, but she was too tired to complain about sleeping on a few pillows on the ground under a thin blanket next to about fifty empty bottles of whiskey.
She lay for a while, trying to fall asleep, but while her body was tired, her mind was racing with things she'd learned. As the fact that she'd never heard of the supposedly famous Mann. Co. before in her life swam through her head, her thoughts eventually became dreams as she went to sleep.