John woke up with a headache and a woman's head on his shoulder. He tried to open his eyes as much as he could, if only to see if his suspicions were correct on who was sleeping next to him. As he cracked his eyes, he saw golden blonde hair and the face of an angel. He closed his eyes, and just laid there, and for a nice moment he felt calm. Until the door opened and he heard voices.

"Heh, I figured that might happen." A voice that sounded like McCree said.

John lifted his arm that wasn't covered by a woman and stuck his middle finger up at the direction the voice came from, earning a laugh.

"Come on, kid, let's get you and your girlfriend outta here." McCree said as he picked up Mercy and let the agent next to him help up John.

"Sorry, boss. Had a hell of a night."

"Ha! I bet! At least you two still have your clothes on."

--Twenty minutes later--

John and Angel were sleeping next to one another on the plane headed to the Overwatch headquarters in Zürich, Switzerland. McCree was sitting in a seat talking to Jack Morison, the Strike commander of Overwatch. After nearly two hours, Mercy began to wake up and look around.

"Where are we? Oh mein god, my head hurts."

"On a plane bound for headquarters, Angela." Jack said as he looked at Mercy holding her head in her hands.

"Little tip for drinking, Angel: drink water with it. It cuts down on the hangover." John said with a smile from under his hat, causing McCree to snicker a little.

"I hope the two of you are ready for your debrief..." Jack said with a sideways glance and a smirk.

"Fat man on a motorcycle blew up the factory, chief." John said from under his hat.

"What really happened, Dr. Ziegler?"

"We were trying to keep the angry natives from attacking the Omnium, when a very obese man on a motorcycle road by and entered the omnium. We can only assume he caused the explosion that leveled the factory."

"Told you."

"Well... Shit. Then what happened?"

"We went back to Sydney, had ten rounds of whiskey shooters, and passed out in the bathroom." John said.

"Nice." McCree said with a smile.

"*sigh* I can't say I wouldn't do the same if I were there too... Either way, we're heading back to hq, we may have another mission.

--a few months later--

John was firing shot after shot at the old bastion units littering the area he was camped in.

"Hey, enough." Mercy said as she put her hand on his shoulder.

"One of these fucking things killed my father, and we already know they can reactivate after long periods of time."

"I know, but there isn't much left of any of them, at this point, you're just wasting batteries. Come on..."

"...alright..."

The two of them walked the two miles back to their campsite, not saying a word, Mercy's arm around John as they walked.

When they got there, Jack was looking through a pair of binoculars over the valley to where a large group of omnic extremists were camped.

"One good thing about that tantrum you had was they think we're over where you were. They seem to be fortifying in that direction. What was with that anyway?"

"I was wasting what was left of the bastion units that killed my father."

"Fair enough... Take a look through your scope, see if you can spot anything that could use a shot over there."

"Suppressor?"

"Good idea, don't want them knowing where we are..."

John pulled the rifle off his back and grabbed the removable suppressor from his pack, attached it to his rifle's barrel, laid on the ground and started looking.

"Alright, camp is right there... They got a bunch of turrets that are guarding that place... That many means they need a big ass generator... There it is... Shot to that would put off a nice emp... Permission to fire?"

"Do it." And with that a shot was heard from the rifle, not nearly as loud as normal, but not quiet either. "I thought you had that thing suppressed?"

"No suppressor on earth makes a gun completely silent. You should know that. Also, most of those omnics are dead. The emp took most of them out."

"Good finish the rest and we can get out of here."

"Yes sir." John said as he fired off five more shots, each had at least four seconds between them as he lined up his shots.

"Good work, Sweetheart." Mercy said to the sniper as he got up, then gave him a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Hey, you want to get married?" He asked her when Jack was out of earshot.

"What brought this up?"

"I was thinking about what I told you years ago, that with my luck, I wouldn't make it past twenty five... I'm twenty four now, so if I don't ask you to marry me soon, I may never get the chance..."

"Does that mean... Are you..."

John thought for a moment. "Yeah I guess I am. Will you marry me?" Instead of an answer, he got her pulling him into a hug, and kissing him fully and deeply. "Is that a yes?" He asked with a smile when she finally broke the kiss.

"Yes!"

"Great!"

"Oh but we can't tell anyone yet, I want it to be a surprise!"

"I can live with that."

"John, I need you to go to Boston when your done over there. Somethings up."

"What kind of something?"

"Some kind of bomb threat by an extremist group."

"When do I leave?"

"The jet will drop you off on our way to hq."

"Works for me." He said with a smile as he looked to his new fiancee.

--Two hours later--

John and Angela were snuggling together on the plane for a little while, with Angela peering at Jack from time to time. Finally, she whispered in John's ear; "Follow me to the bathroom... Quietly."

She got up and left, and he waited a few minutes then followed her, passing a snoring Jack on his way to meet his love.

As he opened the door, he saw the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, Angela bent over, spreading her ass cheeks, with her shaved pussy glistening with her nectar. "Hurry up, we don't want Jack to notice we're gone."

He responded simply by kneeling down, placing a hand on both of her cheeks, and giving a long, slow lick upwards from just below her clothes to the top of her ass, digging his tongue into each hole on the way up, getting a pair of gasps from her. He undid his belt and pulled the button and zipper apart on his jeans, revealing he was going commando as he lined up his now seven and a half inch shaft with her tight entrance. As he propped the head against her hole, he looked up to her to see her looking back and smiling. "Do it." She said, and with that, he pushed forward slowly sliding upwards until he hilted himself inside of her. He waited a moment for her to adjust to the intruder, then pulled back until just his head was in, then slowly pushed back in. He slowly picked up the pace as he could feel her loosening up. With ever thrust, she let out a quiet gasp. She definitely wasn't used to this. He reached around her waist and started teasing her clit with a finger, getting a startled gasp in return. It wasn't too long after he started teasing that he felt her tensing up around his shaft. He felt her muscles trying to milk him, and it was pulling him closer and closer to his release, until she reached around and grabbed his ass in an effort to pull him farther into her. That set him off, as he pushed himself as far in as he could reach, and felt rope after rope leave his tip, planting itself deep inside her.

He hugged her from behind as he came off of his biological high, and she gave an awkward kiss.

Suddenly pounding could be heard from the door. "Will you two hurry up? We're almost at Boston!" Jack's voice could be heard, causing the couple to laugh quietly.