By the time Hanzo awoke, Genji and Zenyatta were gone, leaving no trace of their presence. The archer pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes with a groan. He was too exhausted to get up but he refused to return to the hellscape the awaited him should he return to sleep. Besides, he had training and meditation he needed to do and he was already behind schedule from what he could tell of the sunlight outside. Pushing himself up, Hanzo swung his legs over the side of the bed and took a deep breath to steady himself before grabbing his clothes. He sniffed them, frowning; they would be fine for now but he would have to ask if there was a washroom. Hanzo dressed before putting on his prosthetics, the wires hooking into the nerves of his calves causing him to hiss. It isn't until Bastion makes a quiet, worried hum that Hanzo remembers the Omnic is even there. The archer gently pets the Omnic's barrel which earns him a pleased chirp.
"I am afraid you cannot come with me to practice," he says, causing the Omnic to whistle sadly. "Do not give me that tone, you would not like it, anyway. I really would suggest you find Zenyatta, I am just as new here as you and he will be able to help you better."Bastion remained silent for a moment before making a defeated whistle, changing into it's main form. The sound makes something pull in Hanzo's chest, like watching a disappointed pup, Bastion hanging it's head dejectedly despite how Ganymede tried to cheer it up.
"I...suppose I could help you find him before I go about my day." this caused the large Omnic to beep excitedly, optic glowing bright. Hanzo could feel a slight tug at the corner of his lips, though he refused to dwell on it. "Come, then, I am already behind on training."
Hanzo lead the way out of his room and suddenly felt like he'd let himself be tricked, he didn't even know where Zenyatta was, didn't even know the complete layout of the base since his tour was interrupted, but it was too late now, he'd already told Bastion he'd help them find the other. With a sigh, he set out on his search, heading back the way they had come. The archer was silently thankful that Mercy didn't seem to be in her office when he walked past as it was very likely that she was told of his condition and would feel it her civic duty to ensure that he was healthy despite what he had to say. Walking into the rec room, Hanzo spotted Genji and McCree lazing on the couch, the cowboy resting his head on the younger Shimada's lap while Genji combed his fingers through thick brown curls. Genji had his visor off which only made the moment seem even more private, more intimate, something that Hanzo should not be privy to. Despite himself, Hanzo could not swallow the shuttering exhale that alerted his brother and his dozing lover to his and Bastion's presence.
McCree only spares Hanzo a minor glance, opening one eye that glares at him from behind one thick bicep before curling up more in Genji's lap. Said cyborg looks startled for a moment, like an animal staring down a predator, before smiling at his brother. The smile falters slightly when his brother notices Bastion, though he can tell Genji is trying to fight his displeasure; surely even he would understand how silly it would be to enjoy the company of someone like Zenyatta and yet be disgusted by the bastion unit.
"Hello, brother," he greets barely above a whisper, "How are you feeling?"
"Better." Hanzo lied. His head still pounded right behind his eyes and something clawed and needled at his insides, tasting like guilt but with a hint of something more. Genji sees right through him, as he always has, but apparently thinks better than to say it much to Hanzo's relief.
"I am glad. Did you just wake? You should really eat all things considered." Genji began to gently push McCree off but Hanzo stopped him with a startled, "No!" Genji startled at the sound while McCree bristled, a faint growl escaping him. Hanzo ignored him, feeling that clawing getting worse in his gut.
"No, it is fine. I did not mean to bother you, I was simply looking for Zenyatta so he could show Bastion around while I train. I will make food for myself after."
"Oh..." Genji either couldn't or didn't want to hide his disappointment, though Hanzo was unsure if it was at his not letting Genji make food for him or for the fact that Hanzo only wanted to see Zenyatta to basically have him babysit Bastion . "Sensei is out by the cliffs meditating," he replied. Hanzo bowed, muttering a quiet apology before making a too quick exit, Bastion waddling at his heels.
Genji simply sighs as he watches his brother go while McCree glares holes in the eldest brother's back, muttering a quiet, "asshole" against Geni's stomach as he tried to get comfortable again. The cyborg gave him a glare of his own and gently tugged his ear, earning him a whine from the gunslinger.
"What? He is!"
"Hanzo is...difficult. He has spent ten years alone and on the run, something you should understand, McCree." Genji scolded.
"Yeah, well, I don't go snapping and slithering around like a snake ready to bite." McCree snipped back
"Snakes only bite when cornered, in danger, or hurt. You are either insinuating that bringing my brother here was a mistake because Overwatch will is a danger to him-" McCree looked ready to fight back but Genji shooshed him, "-or that my brother is already wounded, something we all share." he finished quietly. McCree clearly wanted to argue, to fight, but when he could not come up with a counter, he simply sighed and nuzzled into Genji's lap.
"I just don't like the way he treats you." he replies quietly as Genji starts petting him again.
"I know, but being antagonistic towards him won't make it any better. Hanzo needs a safe place to heal and grow. It will not be as fast as I would like, but he has been cloistered for years, it will take him time to open up, to realize it's okay to open up."McCree's only response was a soft hum, something Genji took as understanding.
It took a little searching before Hanzo finds Zenyatta, the monk floating low to the ground with the orbs floating slowly around him, each one ringing softly. Hanzo turns to Bastion to tell them to stay but Zenyatta's voice catches both their attention.
"Good evening Hanzo, Bastion." the Omnic rises, the orbs moving back to around his neck, and turns towards the duo. "How may I help you?"
Hanzo bows, "My apologies, I did not mean to disturb your meditation. I need to train but I did not want to leave Bastion alone. I felt that, out of everyone, you would take the best care of it while I am busy."
"There is no need to apologize, and I would be more than happy to watch your friend for you. I am sure we can learn much from each other." Zenyatta soothed, definitely happier to be around Bastion than most of the others.
"Thank you. I take my leave then." he gently pats Bastion's hand before moving to leave when Zenyatta's voice stops him.
"I sense within you the same anger in you that once consumed your brother." Hanzo felt his breath catch in his throat, teeth grinding as anger rises in his chest.
"We are nothing alike." he seethes before storming away. How dare the monk say such the thing, they were so utterly different! Genji was kind, Genji was forgiving, Genji...Genji wasn't a murderer, a betrayer like he was...Genji was stronger than Hanzo would ever be, a thought that haunted Hanzo from that fateful day to present and filled him with that sick feeling again. He shook his head, he could not dwell on these thoughts, he had to train, to become better. He may never be Genji's equal in his own mind, but Hanzo would not allow himself to wallow in self-pity.
By the time he found the training area, it appeared to already be in use. At first, Hanzo had decided to simply admit defeat for now and maybe go to meditate or maybe find that washroom but the gleam of armor and a joyous roar caught his attention. He finally managed to spot Reinhardt off on the right training field, smashing the training bots that circled him. While Hanzo found his method of battle a bit crude, he could not deny that he was rather impressed. Reinhardt was clearly getting up there in age and while there may have been rockets on the back of the hammer, it was clear his muscles did most of the swinging.
Spotting an enemy above him, Reinhardt grinned and began to swing his hammer again. At first, Hanzo was confused; there was no possible way Reinhardt would be able to hit it from where he was and he doubted Reinhardt would throw his hammer. He watched in wonder as the taller man swung his hammer as a crescent of fire cut through the air, hitting the target. When the knight turned and spotted him, Hanzo couldn't help but blush; after all, he had been caught staring, though Reinhardt only smiled.
"Good evening my friend! I hope you rested well, you did not look so good after our mission yesterday," he said, trudging over to where Hanzo was standing.
"I did, thank you." he lied again, though if Reinhardt could tell, he was much better at hiding it.
"Good, I am glad. I'm sure you are here to train so how about a spar. I can assure you I am a much better opponent than these training bots." he grinned, looking all too excited. Part of Hanzo wanted to say no, to train in solitude, but Reinhardt had a point, he would be a much more challenging opponent, and wasn't that the point of training? To challenge yourself?
"Very well, then." Reinhardt let out a loud, "Hurray!" before leading the archer to a larger enclosed space on the other side of the training area.
"Come at me with all you have, I am ready!" he cheered. Despite himself, Hanzo found the other's energy infectious, adrenaline pumping despite not having done anything yet.
"Very well, prepare to face defeat." the archer replied. They getting in starting positions a good distance away from each other before springing into action. Reinhardt quickly tries to close the distance between them but Hanzo manages to dodge, rolling under the knight's swing and pulling an arrow from the quiver, loosing it only for it to catch in the taller man's barrier as he turned. And so went their dance, with Hanzo dodging and manipulating, using Reinhardt's size and speed against him, though that did not stop Reinhardt from catching him on occasion, as the knight's reach was impressive and while he may not look it, the boisterous man paid attention to his movements, catching patterns and miscalculations.
All was going well until Hanzo felt like something had ripped through his stomach, vision blurring as he fell over and vomited at Reinhardt's feet. The world is swimming and he doesn't notice that Reinhardt has dropped his hammer to scoop him up until he's being put down on a medical bed. He faintly catches Reinhardt speaking to someone else in a language he does not understand when another wave hits him. Despite how he berates himself for being acting pathetic, he cannot help but curl in on himself. Eventually, his brain decides that rest is more important than whatever the conversation is about.