Overwatch: Time After Time
Summary: When a life is ended too early, sometimes there's a second chance. Such is the case of Mark Winters. After a freak accident involving his and his father's invention, Mark is granted another chance at life in the world of Overwatch. Using his newfound abilities, he fights to restore peace to the world. All the while falling in love with a brown-haired Brit who can wield time.
Author's Note: Thanks for all of the support everyone. Here's the third chapter featuring the two ninja brothers, Genji, and Hanzo! Also, sorry for the short chapter. The next one will be a really huge one, and I need all my brain power to figure out how it's gonna go.
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Chapter 3: Super Ninja Team-Up Part 1!
Location: Overwatch Headquarters, Watchpoint: Gibraltar, Time: A Few Days After The Museum Incident
Mark's POV
It had been a couple days since the museum incident with Widowmaker, and Reaper happened, and the fight had damaged some of the Lightknight Mark II Armor, making the suit out of commission while repairs were made to it. I was currently in the lounge area of headquarters, reading about quantum mechanics, and the possibility of time travel. I had been up all night, and was slightly tired, though I still had a caffeine buzz. Lena made some mean tea. Winston entered the room.
"Mark."
My head snapped up.
"Oh..good morning..ooh..what time is it?"
"Seven hundred hours. Have you been up all night?"
"Yeah..," I yawned. "Been reading up on quantum mechanics. Trying to see if there's a way to cure Lena's condition.."
"As far as I know, there is none. She's the first case of it. Besides, the Chronal Accelerator is doing it's job."
"But what happens when it fails, Winston? We're already tight on funds as it is."
"How do you..?"
"I told him, Winston." said Athena. "He wanted to know what it would cost to build another version of the Lightknight armor."
"Why would you want to build another version of the suit, Mark?"
"Because I need to stay one step ahead of Talon. They're more then likely trying to find a way to counter the existing suit as we speak."
"Oh..and as for Lena..."
"I feel...like it's the right thing to do...I know she loves being able to do the things she can do with her powers, but...you know what if she wants to retire one day? Settle down..raise a family...this war isn't going to last forever, Winston."
Winston sighed.
"I know. But we can't decide for Lena. We should let her make her own decision."
I closed the book.
"You're right. I'm gonna go into town to see what I can find for breakfast. You mind?"
"No, go right ahead. And pick up some peanut butter while your there. My supply is running low."
I chuckled.
"You got it, big guy."
I grabbed my communicator, and stuck it in my ear, so I could keep in contact with the base via Athena.(Ha! That rhymed! Sort of.)
"Athena. Read the list of supplies we need."
"Certainly. 10 Jars of Peanut Butter, Shaving Cream, Razor blades for Tracer..."
"Not that list!"
"Sorry, Mark. I'm only joking. Ha. Ha."
"...we need to work on your personality more. The right list this time?"
"We don't have a list, Mark. You never made one. Shall I make it?"
"Let's...let's just go."
Location: Downtown Market, Time: A Few Minutes Later
As I walked through the market there were people looking at newspapers in different languages and talking about it in different languages. In each paper there was an article with a picture of me. Well..me in my suit of armor.
"Athena, could you translate what their saying for me?"
"Certainly. Translating all languages within hearing range."
As I listened to their words, I heard they were calling me real-life Iron Man, and that I was a hero for saving those boys back in Denver.
"Okay. Stop translation."
The words of English vanished and returned to whatever they were speaking.
"Alright. Breakfast time."
I went to a stand with fruit and vegetables, and looked at the choices. I pointed at one of the fruits.
"What's this?"
"Applemango."
"Applemango?"
"Si. It a cross..between an Apple and Mango."
"Well..why not? I'll try it. How much?"
"Five Pounds for two."
I handed him the money, and he handed me the fruit.
"Thank you."
As I left, I accidentally bumped into somebody.
"Oh..I'm so sorry..and.."
I paused, and looked at the figure I bumped into. He was wearing white and gray armor with a yellowish green visor.
"You're...you're...Genji...you worked for..."
He covered my mouth his hand.
"Hush. Don't say a word. Hanzo. Come here."
Another man came over that was of Japanese descendant, and turned to Genji.
"What is it, brother?"
"This boy is the chosen one."
"The Chosen One?"
I frowned.
"Hey, I'm 23 years old. I'm not a boy. And what do you mean chosen one? Never mind, I don't have time for this."
I quickly broke free of Genji's grasp and ran off towards the base as fast as I could.
"I really wish I had my armor right now!"
As I ran into the base, I collapsed to the floor, and breathed heavily.
"Winston..ninjas...in...town...market..."
Winston made his way over.
"I know. I invited them."
"You...did...what?"
Suddenly, I heard a girly scream as Lena ran by me.
"Genji!"
She quickly hugged him. A deep rumble sounded from his mask. Like he was laughing.
"Greetings, Tracer. It is good to be back. This is my brother, Hanzo."
I scrambled to my feet.
"These guys..think..I'm some sort of chosen one...why am I a chosen one? This isn't Star Wars!"
Everyone stared at me.
"What? You never heard of Star Wars?"
Lena spoke up.
"Those movies are like...ancient. Where have you been, Luv?"
Hanzo gently coughed.
"It was prophesied by the elders that two brothers, one of man, and one of steel would fight together to protect a boy in black armor, dark as death itself, and capable of striking with the ferocity of lightning. He would grow up to protect our world from the rise of evil. We believe that you are that boy, and me and Genji are your protectors."
I laughed.
"I'm sorry...but that is the most ridiculous story I have ever heard. I'm not a chosen one and I don't need a babysitter, let alone two of them. Believe me, I could take you both on right now. Even though I'm exhausted, I could still kick your..."
"That's enough," growled Winston. "We have bigger problems to worry about. Athena, show him."
"Show me what?"
Suddenly, a TV turned on and showed a political debate. One man was the center of it all. He was bald and slightly chubby.(Imagine Senator Stern who was from Iron Man 2 and CA: Winter Soldier.)
"Senator Williams," asked a reporter. "What is your opinion of the hero that the people are calling the real-life Iron Man?"
"This so called real-life Iron Man is nothing but a vigilante. He saved two boys and wrecked a museum with two former members of Overwatch and people are calling him a hero? It's mad. I say this so-called hero comes here to explain his actions in the court of law."
The TV turned off. My electricity was sparking out of my hands, and I screamed, shooting the electricity into the TV, completely destroying it.
"All I've done..to protect the world...and this is the thanks I get for it? A wanted poster with my face on it?! This needs to end."
Lena gently put her hand on my shoulder.
"Hey. Don't worry, luv. We can fix this. We all can."
I walked towards my elevator.
"We can't operate illegally. They'll find a way to copy my armor, and then they will use it to hunt us all down."
Winston made his way over.
"We held out just fine so far, Mark. We need to gain back the world's trust."
Lena stepped in front of me.
"Remember what I said to those boys?"
"The world could always use more heroes."
"Right. Don't give up and don't give in. We can do this"
I nodded slowly.
"So what's the plan?"
Everyone shrugged.
"I got an idea. Athena, can you install that new system we designed to the armor?"
"We only have enough of the parts to do one piece of the armor. You used the rest on.."
"I know, Athena," I interrupted. "One is all we need. Install it on the helmet."
Unbeknownst to everyone except me and Athena, the Lightknight Mark II helmet suddenly began to float, and suddenly flew into the ventilation, and through the building. With a loud bang the helmet flew out of a vent, and crashed into me, knocking me back, and crashing into some boxes.
Lena ran over to me.
"Mark, are you okay?"
I sat up. The helmet was on my head, faceplate attached.
"I am a flipping genius! It worked. Now..time to make my speech. Athena, activate the call.
A loud ring echoed from my helmet. I quickly turned on the voice changer just before the Senator answered.
"Yes, Micheal Williams here."
"Hello, Senator. I don't appreciate my name tarnished."
"You. How did you get this number?"
"I have my sources."
"Overwatch?"
"No."
"What do you want?"
"I want the Petras Act dissolved and Overwatch restored to protectors of the world. I work with Overwatch, and we protected the world that day in Denver. Or did you not notice the gauntlet worn by Doomfist himself was damaged? Talon was after it, and wanted it for their own purposes. I want to strike a deal. You let me speak before a committee and I will bring proof that Overwatch is still needed. If I fail...you can have my armor, my research, and myself."
A long paused followed before the Senator spoke.
"...We have a deal."
"Good. I will be there in two days. Lightknight out."
I ended the call.
"I believe we have an advantage over Talon now. If any of you need me, I will be in my lab."
I headed over to the elevator, and climbed in, descending to the basement below. That was when an explosion rocked the base. I hit my head against the wall and my vision went dark...
Cliffhangers...I hate to read them. Love making them...it's a never ending cycle. So, we seen the darker side of Mark, and the base has been hit with an explosion. Who or what could it be? Talon? Or someone else? Stay tuned to find out.
Mark's repairing the Lightknight Mark II armor, and wants to help Lena with her condition. Maybe he feels guilty. And what could he be building in the lab below?