Though Genji stayed with him, Winston took over Hanzo's tour of the watchpoint.

"I apologize for McCree's rudeness. He's really a good guy, just a little...overprotective." Winston said as they walked through the halls. Hanzo simply turned to his brother, a brow raised as he waited for an explanation to what he had seen before getting punched. Genji sighed.

"This wasn't how I wanted you to find out about Jesse and I."

"How did you imagine it, then? With me walking in on you both in a compromising position?" Winston tensed, ready to break up an argument when Genji simply laughed.

"You know me to well, brother." the sound and reply were bittersweet to Hanzo; did he really, now? They walked in comfortable silence for a time before Genji spoke again, something soft and warm in his voice. "I really do like him, brother. He's a good man with a kind heart. Once he realizes you are not the demon he thinks you are, I am sure you will get along splendidly." Hanzo didn't know what to say to this. Genji seemed to have so much faith in him despite what Hanzo had done but the elder brother could not see where this idealic view came from. He'd almost killed his brother out of anger and a false sense of honor and yet Genji seems to think him a good man. Winston cleared his throat to get their attention before gesturing to gesturing to the large room before them. It was sparse, a few couches and chairs and a table that was currently littered with cards and a large, open window on the opposite wall.

"This is the rec room. It's, uh, a little empty at the moment, but there will be more to do as time goes on." Winston assured. Hanzo spotted McCree by the window, glaring at the cowboy who only glared in return before looking back out at the ocean. Sitting on one of the couches was a...dwarf? Hanzo tried not to stare as the stout man mumbled to himself, stroking his beard with his claw as he looked at some blueprints, for what Hanzo could not tell.

"Genji! It is good to see you again, my friend!" a booming voice suddenly caught everyone's attention as a rather large man walked into the rec room, arms outstretched. "You aren't really going to leave a poor old man hanging are you?" he teased. Genji laughed as he walked past his brother to hug the other, letting out an "Oof!" as he was lifted off his feet and squeezed.

"Careful, Reinhardt, you might break him!" McCree laughed.

"I believe that is your job." the one named Reinhardt teased which made McCree turn red and Genji lightly smack his back.

"Not in front of my brother!" Genji squealed as Reinhardt put him down. This caused Reinhardt to turn his attention to Hanzo, lumbering up to the other and extending his hand.

"I apologize, I hadn't realized we had company. Reinhardt Wilhelm, at your service!" Hanzo didn't really know what to do, looking almost like a sheltered cat who had just met a dog for the first time, a friendly dog but also a very, very large dog. Hanzo had to look up at the other man to look him in the eyes and as he hesitantly put his hand in the other's, it was almost startling how it practically enveloped his own. As Reinhardt gave him a firm shake, Hanzo found his eyes wandering. He had a handsome face, silvered mane swept back and a strong jaw framed by his beard, though Hanzo found himself lingering at the scar an wondered what story it told. His eyes then drifted downward, more towards eye level. Hanzo had heard of an American saying that fit the other man perfectly: built like a brick house. He was large as he was tall, arms thick like tree trunks and chest wide enough to block a doorway. Hanzo was suddenly pulled away from his thoughts by Genji clearing his throat. As he looked at his brother he noticed all eyes on him and he felt heat creep onto his face. So lost in his thoughts, Hanzo hadn't realized that Reinhardt had stopped shaking his hand though the larger man hadn't really let go, either. Quickly pulling his hand away, Hanzo bowed at the waist and muttered a quiet apology. He missed the way the other's smile grew wider, though no one missed him easily turning to Genji and saying,

"Genji, you never told us your brother was so handsome!" That had Hanzo shooting straight up, his face growing darker as McCree choked in the corner. The man on the couch huffed as he finally spoke, almost sounding annoyed if it weren't for his own smile.

"Come on, Reinhardt, leave the poor man alone. He doesn't need you hanging on his heel like some overgrown pup." Reinhardt only pouted at the other, a childish action that only seemed to suit the man despite his age before looking back at Hanzo, his smile returning.

"Welcome to Overwatch! I look forward to fighting with you in glorious combat!" he laughed as he gently patted Hanzo on the shoulder before walking towards the shorter man. Genji immediately return to Hanzo's side and, though he said nothing, Hanzo could practically feel the heinous grin from behind the face plate.

"Not a word." he hissed, his face still red.

"I wouldn't dream of it, brother." Genji swore, though Hanzo didn't believe him. Winston chuckled behind them as he started to lead them down the corridor from which Reinhardt had come.

"Don't mind Reinhardt to much, Hanzo. He's a good man, just a little...outgoing. As for the one in the corner, that was Torbjorn. He's our turret expert." Winston explained as he brought them to the med bay. Inside was a woman and an Omnic, the latter of which was floating cross-legged in the air with orbs floating around him.

"Master!" Genji called excitedly as he quickly walked over to said Omnic. Hanzo felt all blood drain from his face; so this one the one, the one who had saved Genji. Icy claws gripped at his chest and he found it suddenly hard to breathe. Despite himself, he walked forward to join his brother. He watched as Genji gently took his master's hands, chatting animatedly with him before turning to the woman and giving her a warm hug.

"This is my brother, Hanzo." Genji gestured to him and Hanzo bowed. As he stood he noticed the woman eyeing him calculatingly though it was the Omnic who spoke first.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Hanzo, your brother has told me much about you. I am Zenyatta." His voice was soothing, soft like his gently hand on Hanzo's shoulder; the frigid claws gripped his chest tighter and he felt like a trapped animal, the need to run strong. Possibly sensing his discomfort, Zenyatta removed his hand, returning it to his lap.

"I am Angela Zeigler, though many call me Mercy." the woman toned in. "I am the medic here and as such I will need to do a quick medical screening before you can go out in the field." Her words were careful, clinical; she doesn't like him either, but unlike McCree, she's determined to act mature about it. This didn't bother the archer, at least she wasn't going to try to take out his jaw like the former had.

"What does this screening entail?" he asked.

"Nothing evasive, just a few questions and a blood sample." she replied as she grabbed a syringe for said blood sample. Hanzo wrinkled his nose as she came closer, holding out his arm and looking anywhere but where she was drawing blood.

"You still don't like needles, brother?"

"Hush!" he hissed, rubbing at his arm after she'd walked away to put the blood away before grabbing a datapad.

"Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions. I'd like you to answer honestly." he nodded and she want through the basic questions, allergies, if he was currently on any medicine, if his family had a history of any diseases, and the such. "Any prosthetics?"

"My legs." he answered simply, though this had Genji's attention.

"What do you mean your legs?" he asked, poorly hidden distraught in his voice. Hanzo only raised his brow in confusion.

"Surely you didn't think my calves were this thin." Suddenly, it hit him. "You...don't remember?" Hanzo immediately regret asking.

"Remember what? Did I-"

"It doesn't matter." He replied quickly, making it obvious he would not continue this conversation.

"Winston!" A female called from down the hall they'd come from. Winston turned around as a small, chubby woman in extremely impractically thick clothes run up to him. "Winston, we've got Talon activity on Route 66!"

"Are you sure, Mei?" Winston asked, all humor having left him.

"Sure as rain, Reaper was spotted in the area with a small group of heavily armed soldiers!" Winston snorted before turning to Mercy with an unspoken question.

"He's fit for battle." she replied. Winston simply nodded, his smile returning though it seemed almost apologetic.

"Ready to start your first day with the good guys?"