In the barracks at the Overwatch command center, Angela was cleaning her bag of all the bloodied and pus filled gauze pads and equipment. The mechanical hum of the air conditioning setting a soothing rhythm that lulled her into a light snooze. With her body and mind exhausted by the day's events, she didn't hear the door open and close lightly, or the presence of the one she had met only hours beforehand.
It wasn't until his hand laid gently on her shoulder that she was startled awake. She jumped up and put a scalpel to his neck. He gently laid his hand over hers, the tension in her arm slowly seeped out as she realized who it was.
"You shouldn't do that." She said, a small smile lighting up her face. In her mind, she thought she had scared him away or that somehow they would never see each other again, yet here he was standing right there before her.
"There are worse ways to be woken up." Gabriel muttered quietly as he slowly inched closer to her.
She smiled at the blatant want he showed for getting closer to her. "Why are you still wearing that stupid mask? You know you don't need to around me."
He shrugged, "It's a force of habit to wear it around everyone I guess." He gently looped his arms around her waist and held her close, an action that was so achingly familiar but so strange at the same time. She brought her hands up to, again, take off the mask. Their bodies pressed together in what would, at first glance, look sexual but upon further inspection looks protective and loving. Angela removed the mask with more confidence this time. She laid the mask on her bed and looked deep into his dark eyes; eyes that held nothing but affection in them.
His mouth curled into a warm smile and with that action, one that was so familiar and loving, they met in the middle. Neither knew who first leant in, but they soon found themselves falling into a long, breathless kiss as they both rediscovered the depths of the other's mouth. The kiss was not one of passion or sexual desires, but of rediscovery, love and complete trust.
Angela wrapped her arms around the other's neck and gripped his hair, pulling him in. She had missed him so much, more than she thought was possible. To be here now, in his arms again… it was more than she had ever dreamed. They separated only because the need for oxygen became too great. They panted slightly, looking into each other's eyes once more before moving to kiss again.
Just as their lips met again, the feeling sweeping back into them as they clung to each other desperately, the door swung open.
"Hey Mercy! We have a patient who is having a seizure in the restroom!" One of the medical assistants yelled from the doorway.
"I'll be there immediately. Watch the patient while I gather the equipment." Angela spoke quickly and with an authoritative voice. The medic nodded and hurried from the room. As soon as the door had swung open, Gabriel disappeared. She stood there for a moment, gathering herself. Her eyes landed on his mask lying innocently on her bed. With a quick sweep of her hand, she managed to hide it under her pillow and she thought back to the kiss they had a few moments prior. The kiss was intense. It was a mix of emotions that both confused and satisfied her every desire. She no longer felt like a shell of the woman she once was. She felt happy for once.
With these thoughts in mind, she gathered her equipment and hurried out of the room.