Just as Reinhardt had said, Mercy had allowed Hanzo out the next morning, though any thoughts of simply slipping away to his room or back to the training area were dashed by Reinhardt waiting for him, his now clean clothes in hand. The taller man waited patiently as Hanzo changed before they both bid Mercy farewell.
"I am glad to see you up and well." Reinhardt beamed as he and Hanzo walked. Again, Hanzo felt that fluttering feeling in his gut and he did his best to school his features, not wanting Reinhardt to know.
"As am I. I am of no use if I am bedridden," Hanzo replied. He had not really noticed where they were walking until he spotted his brother sitting at a table with McCree and two women he'd yet to meet, Genji talking animatedly with the one while the other teased McCree causing him to huff through a grin. Upon entering, all eyes were on them and before he could even so much as think of excusing himself, the younger woman appeared in front of him; how she'd gotten from her seat to right in front of him so fast he wasn't sure.
"Is this your brother, Genji?" she asked excitedly, though she did not wait for the youngest Shimada to answer as she grabbed Hanzo's hand and shook vigorously
"The name's Lena Oxton but everyone calls me Lena or Tracer." she chirped cheerily. It takes Hanzo a minute to react, somewhat stunned by the seemingly boundless energy he could practically feel rolling off Oxton in waves.
"Konbanwa..." he replies rather awkwardly.
"So you are the infamous Hanzo. I am Fareeha Amari, though many call me Pharah, a pleasure to meet you." the taller woman greeted from her seat. By now Oxton had let go of Hanzo's hand and returned to her seat, though Hanzo had not seen her so much as lift a foot to get there. Had she been training with Genji?
"Lena travels through time," Reinhardt says as if it was a normal, reasonable explanation, gently nudging Hanzo into what he could assume was the kitchen and dining area.
"Time travel?" Hanzo asked. He immediately regretted it when a few titters and chuckles followed, making Hanzo bristle, his displeasure clear on his face.
"Oh! No, we're not laughing at you, love, I promise!" Oxton immediately chimed in before pointing to a glowing device seemingly embedded in her chest.
"This here is the chronal accelerator Winston made for me. Without it, I just kind of hop in and out of time willy-nilly, but with it I can control where I go and how far. How I got to and from my chair is what we've termed 'blinking' in which I simply skip or 'blink' to the time I would have gotten to you had I walked up to you." Hanzo could kind of understand, though it was still somewhat confusing.
"Let it go, Lena. Dude's so ancient I'd be surprised if he understands how a phone works." McCree chimes in, all wolfish grins. Before Genji can so much as scold his boyfriend, the eldest Shimada simply replies,
"Says the man who uses a revolver. I am pretty sure that gun has long since been obsolete." Hanzo snipped back, causing McCree to bristle.
"Come now, my friends, there is no need for conflict." Reinhardt soothed, a gentle hand resting on Hanzo's bare shoulder making his heart stutter just a little. McCree huffed a 'he started it' which earned him an ear tug from Genji and a smile from Amari as Reinhardt walked into the kitchen area.
"Anija, you should sit with us," Genji said, gently patting the table. Hanzo felt that urge to run again, an excuse forming on his tongue, but he stopped himself. Was this not the point of coming with Genji? To become a part of this Overwatch and to mend what he had destroyed? Almost cautiously Hanzo sat next to Amari across from Genji and McCree with Oxton grinning in the middle.
"So, love, why don'tcha tell us a little about yourself?" Oxton asked eagerly, practically bouncing in her seat.
"Genji has not told you of me?" he asked
"Well he has, but that was years ago! I want to know about you now." She replied eagerly.
"There is...not much to tell." he replied, wringing his hands.
"I have spent the last ten years on my own working as an assassin for hire and traveling." He can practically feel Genji's eyes on him despite the fact the other had his faceplate on, his grip on his other hand growing to almost painful.
"Oh? Where did you travel?" Reinhardt asked, startling Hanzo as he placed a plate of bread rolls, sausages and a boiled egg in front of him, the smell causing the archer's stomach to growl. Hanzo looked from the plate to Reinhardt, who sat down with his own plate, his brow raised.
"You need to eat!" Reinhardt simply replied with a grin.
"A hardy breakfast of brötchen, wurst, and ei will do you good." Hanzo couldn't quite argue with his logic, not when his mouth is practically watering at the smell alone.
"Aw, how come you made y'all food but none for anyone else?" McCree pouted.
"Does Genji not feed you, McCree? You better fix that, Genji, or Lena might just snatch him from you." Amari teased as Oxton smiled brightly.
"Come to the dark side, Jesse, we've got full English breakfasts!" she cheered, laughing when Genji all but pulled McCree on his lap.
"Back off, Lena, I already called him," Genji growled playfully, causing McCree to swoon dramatically.
"Oh, Genji!" the cowboy cooed. While Hanzo didn't really appreciate the loudness of it all, he can't help but find that he doesn't hate it. There's something comfortable, something warm about all of this, and while Hanzo still very much feels like an outsider looking in, he's not quite as bitter as he expected. He toys with the food for a moment before taking a tentative bite of the wurst and moaning at the savory flavor.
"Before the resident glutton rudely interrupted," Amari started, smiling a little when McCree stuck his tongue out at her, "I believe Reinhardt asked you a question, Mr. Shimada."
"Let him eat, Fareeha, he hasn't been feeling well." Reinhardt soothed, though Hanzo simply shook his head.
"No, she is right. You asked me where I had been, yes?" Hanzo thought for a moment as he picked up another forkful of wurst.
"I went to New York once for a contract, though I did not stay very long. My most memorable trip was to Annecy or 'Little Venice' in France."
"That's a pretty rural area, what were you doing out there?" Genji asked
"Hiding," Hanzo replied.
"The clan had managed to track me down so I went there to lay low. It was out of the way enough that they did not think to look for me there." the meal continued like that, with questions between eating, and Hanzo felt surprisingly calm. It had been a rather long time since Hanzo had gotten to enjoy a warm breakfast, let alone any breakfast where he did not have to eat quickly so as to stay on the move. It was nice, even if the newness of it scared him a little, but as he spoke, watching as Reinhardt and the other's listened with rapt attention, he thought maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.