"Tell me dat ain't what I think it is."
"I'm afraid it is, love. But I've got places to be. Cheers!"
With that, Tracer blinked instantly out of the area, the other Overwatch members making their exits as well.
"Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap."
The Scout was beginning to panic. He tried desperately to get the bomb off, as it made a curious humming sound, but he couldn't.
Meanwhile, the Medic, bleeding from several constantly shrinking wounds in his chest, struggled to his feet.
"S-scout!"
"Doc! You gotta get outta here! This thing's about to blow!"
"Zat isn't going to happen, Scout! I'm not going to let you die like this. Here!"
With that, the Medic pulled a can of BONK! Atomic Punch out from his waistband and threw it to the Scout. Even if the Scout wasn't smart enough to bring his own items, the Medic was. Did he have to do everything?"
Without another word, the Scout chugged down the punch and watched as time slowed around him. Bullets froze in midair, wild battle cries were shortened to one single note, hovering in space, and, most importantly, the bomb on the side of his torso stopped ticking. He clawed at it for a minute, before realizing that there was no way he was getting it off.
"DAMN IT! THAT FREAKIN BITCH!"
Scout looked around in a rage, conceding to his inevitable death. He saw her then, in the middle of a blink as time slowed to a crawl. She was still visibly moving even at this level, a testament to her incredible speed. The Scout clenched his fists and pulled out his baseball bat, charging Tracer with speed that exceeded anything the world had ever seen. He swung with all his power and momentum, slamming his bat into her chest plate with every ounce of force he could muster, shattering it into a billion pieces.
With that, Tracer instantly disappeared. The Scout slowed and scratched his head in confusion, before looking behind him. Tracer stood there, panicking. She seemed to be glitching in and out of reality, disappearing for instants at a time before reappearing just as suddenly.
"Oh my god! What did you do?"
"I knew that iron man chest thingy did somethin' important. But also… HOW THE HELL ARE YOU AS FAST AS ME!?"
"I'm unstuck from the timestream, love. You somehow "calibrated" my molecules to move at the same level as your own."
"Well dat doesn't make any sense. But it does mean I can beat you down once and for all!"
"Fine. I'm doomed, you know. I'll be flickering in and out of time forever, at a speed so high that I'll die of old age before a minute has passed in regular time. But I can still kill one of you! I'll make you pay!"
"Pay for what, dammit! Ugh! I'm too young and amazin' to die. But it looks like that's what's gonna happen. Guess things don't always go the way you planned. But now, darlin'? I'm gonna beat you to death."
"Good luck."
With that, Tracer drew her guns and fired. The bolts from the weapons didn't even go anywhere, simply flashing in the muzzles and staying there. It looked like she was limited to melee.
The Scout smiled. Just like he liked it.
The two charged each other, with Scout bringing his bat down on Tracer's head. In this strange time limbo, both of them seemed more durable, so the hit did little damage.
Tracer rolled from the blow and popped back up behind Scout, smacking him in the back of the head with her gun, before leaping in the air and nailing him in the chin with a kick. The Scout leapt to his feet, charging Tracer with another hit with the baseball bat, before they both suddenly disappeared from time.
AD: 2275
Tracer and Scout reappeared in the distant future, where they found that the entire area of Teufort had been mined into oblivion. Looking around as they fell to the new, lower ground level, they saw signs advertizing what looked like a wildly successful mining company, PURPLE Gravel Corp.
"Shit."
"You said it, love."
The two of them landed, and began fighting again among the rubble of a long-ended mining operation, beating each other mercilessly with their weapons. Taking off suddenly in a mutual dash for higher ground, both underestimated their own speed and rushed out of the state entirely, moving faster and faster. They saw futuristic wonders beyond anything they could comprehend.
Skyscrapers reaching into the highest layers of the atmosphere, transportation systems moving people at warp speed, still not faster than the Scout and Tracer. Moving further and further and faster and faster they watched in wonder as they passed over the ocean, looking up in the sky and seeing the entire continent of Australia, floating in the air, suspended by absurdly massive jets, the entire continent passing a shadow over the earth unparalleled by any modern equivalent.
It was as they ran, and Scout gripped Tracer in a headlock, that they disappeared once again.
BC: 69,000,000
The two suddenly had to separate and sidestep to avoid running directly into the massive prehistoric reptile that had suddenly appeared in their path. Once again, wonders stretched out before them as they outran time itself, their radiation-fueled speed making even light look slow.
Trees hundreds of feet tall, dinosaurs of every shape, size, and variety, sentient plants and monsters unlike anything Tracer or the Scout could comprehend. They dove at each other and disappeared once again.
AD: 1930
This time it was bullets that the two had to dodge as they appeared before them instantly. Frozen in time, they saw the eighteen mercenaries that had preceded the RED and BLU teams. The Scout smiled and took a break from his streaking of speed and combat, charging at the BLU Medic and swinging a wild kick, blowing the mercenaries head off his shoulders, garunteeing RED Team victory. With a cocky smirk, he charged at Tracer once again. Kicks, punches, and wild swings of their weapons each connected, pangs of pain the only movement in the universe as they pounded each other, disappearing once again.
AD: 2036
Scout leapt up in the air and slammed into a wall feet first, running straight up the side of the skyscraper with little difficulty. Tracer followed just as easily, finally in her element. Peaking the skyscraper, Scout looked down at the world. And he saw something that absolutely blew his mind. Below him stood a battery of warriors, strangely familiar. There was no question.
Genji, Mercy, Torbijorn… Tracer.
"What the hell? This is the freakin' future!"
"… What was that, love?"
As Tracer and Scout mercilessly beat each other, they kept talking, rather calmly.
"This is like, 2000 somethin'! We live back in the 70s!"
"No, we live in 2040. This is the recent past."
"You're crazy, girl. I'll prove it."
With that, the Scout threw Tracer off of him and ran, heading straight for the location of Reliable Excavation Demolition, knowing that the place would either be abandoned or replaced by PURPLE Corporation.
"What the hell?"
When the Scout reached the place, he was shocked to see himself and the other mercs fighting viciously against Grey's Ro-Bots.
"There's no way."
The Scout turned and rushed back to the city where Overwatch had been, seeing a futuristic city like nothing he'd ever seen. Except in Australia.
The Scout turned and rushed back to Australia, recognizing the people, muscular, ingenious, and Australium-fueled. This was just like he'd expected.
"You're kiddin' me."
Rushing forward into a building, the Scout checked the calendar. Indeed. The year was 1968.
In an instant, the Scout rushed back to Overwatch's headquarters, checking a calendar there.
The year was 2036.
"This is crazy."
The Scout ran to Siberia and searched for the Heavy's family. They were there, just like he remembered. Charging to Europe, the Scout found futuristic cities and Overwatch headquarters everywhere.
"This is insane!"
The Scout rushed all around the world, discovering that almost precisely half of it was comprised of advanced civilization in the year 2036, and the other half was his world, in the year 1968.
"What. The. HELL!?"
"Is your worldview shaken yet?"
"Yeah."
"Mine too. I don't know how we never noticed this. Some sort of sliding timeline?"
"That's what I figure. Y'know, I'm running out of time."
"So am I."
Tracer looked at her hands, slowly disappearing. The individual molecules in her body were beginning to detatch from one another, moving into different periods in time.
"Then this is the end. Can I have a favor?"
"You were trying to kill me a moment ago, love."
"And we're both gonna die anyway. Can I have some help? I don't know what you think we did, but you think we killed somebody, right? We didn't. We haven't killed anything but Ro-Bots in 6 months."
"Alright. Fine. I made a mistake, and I'll try to make up for it.. You want to go somewhen?"
"Yeah. I know you've got no control, but we might as well try. C'mon, baby. 1975 and 2033."
"I'll try. You're looking for your future, right?"
"Yeah. Lets go."
With that, the two flashed through the timestream again, appearing, miraculously, exactly when the Scout had wanted to. Tracer began fading out almost as soon as they showed up.
"Hey, thanks, girl. I still hate ya, y'know."
"I don't blame you. Cheers, love. Maybe we'll meet again."
"I frikkin' hope not. Last time I met you I died."
Tracer chuckled sadly as she disappeared.
Scout was using the last of his speed to rush to the last place he wanted to go. Miss Pauling's house wasn't hard to find. He'd stalked her for months, and even the most closely hidden secrets came through eventually. Strolling over to her front door, he pulled out his bat. Snapping it in half to get a sharp edge, he scrawled a quick message in the wood of the door.
He looked down and saw the bomb light up one more time. He still had some speed left, and he began running. Moving faster and faster, and then slowing down more and more. It was only when he reached the Arctic, though, that it went off, hurting no one, killing no one but him.
And the Scout was gone.
Meanwhile, Tracer reappeared once again in the year 2037. She realized that this was her last chance. Molecule after molecule disappeared from her body, flinging off into random time. She was losing consciousness as her brain slowly deconstructed itself.
She stepped into Overwatch's headquarters and looked around, seeing all her old friends, as well as new enemies, frozen in time. Her old superior officer, now the Reaper, stood there, shaking hands with his partner, now Soldier 76. Everyone was so happy, and everything was peaceful. Walking forward, she caught sight of the one she was looking for. Winston just sat there, a banana in one hand and the other typing away at a computer. His glasses were falling from his face, a common accident. She reached down and caught them before they hit the ground, placing them gently on his desk.
He looked so peaceful. So calm. So… alive. A tear fell down her cheek as she felt the last of her body evaporating. It was over.
And Tracer was gone.
AD: 1972/2040
"SCOUT!"
The Spy slammed his fists on the boulder he was hiding behind as he saw the doomed Scout disappear into time after drinking the BONK!
His fists were clenched so tightly that he was cutting off his own circulation. He had sworn he wouldn't lose another member of his team, certainly not his own son. And while he and the Scout had never seen eye-to-eye, they were still connected by the bond that held RED together. He felt a pain that he'd promised himself he'd never feel again. Emotional pain. The kind you couldn't dull with the numbing agents he took every day. The kind you couldn't grit your teeth through and ignore. The kind he was never taught to deal with.
"Damn it!"
Meanwhile, the Sniper recoiled once again in shock. It had all happened to fast for him to do anything about it.
"Bloody hell! He's… gone."
Clenching his fingers on the stock of his rifle, he put it to his shoulder and scanned the environment for a good target.
And there she was. The Widowmaker had her rifle pointed toward him as well. The two stared each other down for a moment before they both fired simultaneously.