A/N So this chapter is quite short but I think you have been waiting long enough. The reason for this is I got massive writer's block writing this chapter. I don't know why but I couldn't think of how to tell what I wanted to tell. Reminder this is an AU so don't tell me there is continuity errors because I know there are. I'm pretty excited for the future of this Fanfiction. I've got quite a bit planned out in my head. Shoutout to SoftButchQueen who guessed correctly that my favorite character is Lucio. Please review so I know what works and what doesn't.

"Lucio and Torbjorn are injured. I fear that Torbjorn's injuries are fatal." Genji said talking to Winston through the ship's telecom. "The arrow was thick. We had to remove his arm in order to unhook him from the wall. Zenyatta is doing what he can to heal him but he's losing blood fast."

"Get him here soon." Winston replied.

"Genji out." Genji said disconnecting.

Zenyatta had two orbs hovering over both Torbjorn's and Lucio's wounds. They were stopping further blood loss but it wasn't enough to repair the damage already done. As Zenyatta finished bandaging Torbjorn's arm he looked out the window. Looking at the monastery one last time before the ship flew far enough away causing him to lose sight of it. They arrived at the Overwatch base rather quickly. As the main door opened Lucio and Torbjorn were carried out by Mei and Genji. Winston, Morrison and Reyes stood before Zenyatta.

"Welcome to Watchpoint Gibraltar." Winston said to Zenyatta

Zenyatta was disoriented and stressed about everything that has happened in the past hour but remained calm and greeted the three, exchanging names.

"If it is okay with you, I would like to stay at this facility to not only examine the Bastion unit. But also to spend time with Genji. I feel there is disquiet in his mind." Zenyatta said.

"How long do you think you'll be with us?" Reyes asked.

"Not long. Only to aid with the Bastion unit and Genji. When that is finished I will head elsewhere." Zenyatta replied.

"You can stay as long as you like. I understand what has just happened to you can't be easy." Morrison said placing a hand on Zenyatta's shoulder.

"Thank you." Zenyatta said. He had never really experienced something like this. Never had he felt this much emotion inside of him. The monks were always told to let go. Zenyatta enforced this more then any other monks but it was different now. Could it be that each monk kept things in harmony? Zenyatta now truly understood why other Omnics fought for equality. Omnic are just like humans. They have emotions.

"Well you can go to the lab were Mei works to start on the Bastion or you can go and check on progress with Lucio and Torbjorn. If any has even been made." Winston said.

"I will go to the lab and start working." Zenyatta said.

"Reyes will show you the way." Winston said leaving with Morrison.

As Winston and Morrison entered into the med lab they saw Mei and Genji doing their best to patch up the wounds.

"We should have sent Tracer undercover instead of Mercy. I'm not a doctor." Mei said

"What's it look like?" Winston asked

"Well Lucio will be fine just needs to be stitched up but Torbjorn well... He's out cold at the moment, likely due to the loss of blood, but once we get him back up he won't have an arm. We could try a prosthetic arm but that might be tricky considering how Torbjorn is." Mei replied doing her best to remove Lucio's skates.

"Get Lucio up and moving quick I need to talk to him." Winston said.

"I am here you know….. Awake…..not unconscious." Lucio finally spoke up.

Morrison smirked.

"Well get up as soon as possible." Winston said leaving running into Reyes on the way back to his quarters. "When Lucio gets up; you, him and Tracer meet me in my quarters." Winston said leaving not waiting for a response.

About an hour passed and finally Reyes, Tracer and Lucio walked through the doors of Winston's quarters.

"What did you want love?" Tracer asked her cheerful shiny personality overtook Reyes somber one.

"I'm gonna step down as leader of Overwatch." Winson replied rather bluntly stopping the three dead in their tracks.

"Wait. Why? You're doing great as leader what's the problem?" Lucio asked sitting down in a chair opposite Winston.

"Ever since I started I knew I wasn't built to be a leader. Maybe of a small strike team but not an operation as large as Overwatch." Winston said. "You know maybe everyone else thinks I'm doing great but I don't think I am and I want to pass the mantle on to someone else."

"Why are you telling us this? Why not tell the whole team when Mercy, McCree and D'va get back?" Reyes asked staring at Winston looking a little too happy with this news.

"Well I want you three to come up with potential candidates for who would lead the team best." Winston replied.

"Right now?" Tracer asked.

"If you can think of some now yeah. The four of us started this team. Each of us have been with each member the longest so I think that it should be up to you three to decide." Winston said looking at a picture of the four of them standing at the foot of the island. Next to this picture was another with the current team and Winston was quite happy with how the team had grown.

"Honestly I think there are only two candidates. Morrison and you." Lucio said turning to Reyes.

"I'll second that." Tracer said smiling.

"Well then that was fast. I guess we'll hold the vote whenever Mercy, McCree and D'va get back." Reyes said looking somewhat pleased at what he just heard.

"That may take a while." Winston said. "Recon Missions usually take several months and that's if they don't get discovered. We'll decide when to hold the vote tomorrow."

Reyes left the room heading towards his own. Reyes had waited for the day to get some recognition, and while the team was always surprised at how quickly he got missions done, he never fully got the respect he deserved. The only person who ever gave him that was Morrison and Winston. As Reyes entered his room he lay in bed pondering what had just happened. Overwatch was gonna get a whole lot more efficient and a whole lot better.