My guardian angel (revamped) (Mercy76)

> Meeting the team <

~ I'm really having my plan to keep my posting schedule fail. I can't keep up with once a week when I'm updating other stories and trying one chapter a week as well. Sorry about that.. :) ~

After being welcomed into Overwatch, Angela's choice made her have to leave her hospital job. She was given time, around a week and a half to officially devote herself to her new life. She was able to leave her job for however long she needed to, not anything common to anyone but she was able to. They gave her chances to come back and not just stay there in Overwatch but she chose to stay with Overwatch until further notice. Anything she needed from Switzerland would be sent to her by Overwatch. She liked the fact that they would look out for her.
She rented out an apartment close to where the base was, not wanting to have to travel a long distance of an emergency had occurred. She settled down there for some time before heading over to the base.
Once Angela entered the base, the robotic voice from her first time there came. "Welcome back Miss Ziegler." Angela smiled at this robotic voice. "I heard your name was Athena. Thank you Athena." She spoke and the voice came to her assistance. "Commander Morrison's office is on the second floor. He should give you a tour of this facility if he is not busy." She nodded, basically to herself. "Thank you." Angela walked away from the main entrance to look around more. The base was large but she could learn her way around in a day. She glanced to know where each room was and what they do. No need for a tour there. She found herself on the second floor. A long hallway was lit up and each door had a name on it. Around five doors to the end on one side and windows to look out on the other. She skimmed each name before she saw a familiar name. She heard loud noises coming from the room and decided maybe the time wasn't right to enter. She was always told not to enter the workshop when with the Lindholms if any noise could be heard. She continued down the hall to see her commander's name. She knocked on the door and a voice called out. "Enter." Morrison sat, watching multiple screens set upon his desk. One for security systems, one for any older data collected, one for information from agents on missions, and one for anything from citizens. Angela studied the small, almost non existent movement he had. "I am going to request for you to stop looking at those screens, commander. You are clearly stressed from this work." He glanced up. "How could you tell?" He went back to watching the data flowing in. "This isn't a joke. I'm a professional that should be trusted when it comes to knowing stress levels. You seemed well last week. What happened?" She needed to know just in case it would make him end up seeing her. "I'm not just a commander, miss Ziegler. I'm above that role and took the opportunity to be this team's strike commander. I need to make sure each of these missions goes perfect. New threats are coming up each day. They all trust me to have the answers but I can't have every solution they need." She butted in on what he was saying. "It feels like they all work against you? They expect everything of you but the second you fail, they act as if the world is ending." Morrison lowered the screens and looked at her. "I know that all too well. I may not have your position but I know the feeling. Being at the top is stressful." He fixed everything on his desk and sat up. "What do you need?" He asked. "Well, I was wondering what I was supposed to do. I don't want to mess this up and anger you in any way so I wait for what I am told." Something her parents taught her. Wait until the moment is right to seize it. Any other time would need instruction. "Would you mind showing me around? I don't really know anyone or anything here and getting lost is not ideal." He took a breath. "I'm on watch of this to the next hour. Feel free to show yourself around or wait here for me. Either one is fine with me." She got a feeling he wasn't interested in doing anything with her. "Thank you for your time, I shouldn't put more stress on you." She apologized and left. She stayed at his door for a moment and kept a thought in her mind. What if she annoyed him? That's all she could think of.
She started showing herself around when she bumped into some of the team. An older man sat in a chair in the main meeting room. Just a general room. He glanced over. "You must be the new recruit. Heard you have your scientific breakthroughs. Morrison not with you?" Angela shook her head. "He was busy. I'm Angela. Angela Ziegler." He was now fully turned towards her, his legs hanging over the side of the chair. "Commander Reyes. I lead Blackwatch. You'll hear from me on Overwatch missions if you start them." She kept that in mind. "We have some problem agents. Like Cole." The cowboy heard his name and looked over. He saw a new person and stopped what he was doing. "Who's she?" She made eye contact. "Angela Ziegler. I'm the new head of medicine here. I'll be Overwatch's main medical support." He rolled his eyes and looked away. "Don't worry about him. He's not the best to get along with. I'm sure time will give you two a good relationship." She nodded and looked around. "I think Gerard is busy with Amelie. Man. Sorry for today. Everyone's busy." Angela nodded. "There is no need to worry. I was in that position almost every day in Switzerland." Reyes watched her movements and grinned after a moment. "Look who decided to show up." Angela looked back and saw Morrison standing behind her. "You can't leave an agent like this around when you don't know where I am. She doesn't know her way around. She could wander into the wrong hands." Morrison rolled his eyes. "Miss Ziegler, would you mind?" He put a hand out towards the door and she nodded. "Yes sir." Once they left that room, Morrison spoke. "I'm sorry for letting you go and wander alone. Don't listen to anything Reyes says about me or any of the other agents. He's jealous." She nodded. "Yes sir." He glanced over. "You don't have to call me sir." She nodded again, this time not following up with anything. She felt like it was necessary but he didn't like it. "You can call me commander, Morrison, Jack, call me John for all I care. Just anything but sir. It's too formal. I don't want the agents here to deal with the American military ways." She thought for a moment. "Then the 'miss Ziegler' business should stop as well. Angela, doc, anything like that should be fine." He raised an eyebrow. He wouldn't say what he wanted to say for a reason. Asking her about her view on being called an angel maybe should wait. "You want to ask something. I read my patient's patterns every day before their surgeries or check-ins. They all do the same thing." He sighed. "Have you thought of wings? We can make that happen. If you want to be more approachable by the public. As an angel. People like angels and Overwatch needs to make this work. If the people don't like us, we can't be an organization." She knew he didn't mean to try to guilt trip her. He's just stressed. "I suppose wings would be nice." She thought about what she could do with them. Getting to people faster. Vertical mobility. An amazing idea. "Commander, could I know who has the room next to your office?" He stopped waking for a moment and started again. "Our head of engineering. Torbjörn Lindholm." She wanted to make sure it was the one she knew. "Does he have a daughter?" He nodded. "She's working with one of our agents." A grin grew on her face. She thought about everything the Lindholms have done for her and couldn't help but grin.
They walked over to an office that had a name on it. Morrison knocked and a voice called for them to enter. "Winston, this is our new agent." He jumped down from where he stayed. He had a tire above his work area to relax on. He looked threatening but only for a moment. "Yes, before you ask, I am a gorilla. With Jack saying my name, I believe you may know it now. My name is Winston." He fixed his glasses on his face. "Angela Ziegler." She glanced over at her commander, who was waiting. She looked around this room and saw empty containers that were originally filled with peanut butter. She noted that and kept it in her memory. They had a quick and small conversation, and without anything else to say, Angela saw herself out and met up with her commander again, who was looking out of a window. "I think everyone is busy at the moment. The best day to come in, right?" She nodded at his comment. "I suppose." She looked around outside of the window. "Could I know something about you?" He looked over. "Hm?" She leaned against the railing and kept watching out. "I note one thing about everyone I meet. With the amount of patients I had, I had to remember everyone by something they told me." He thought about something while looking back out. "I don't know. I've never had anyone ask me to say something about me on the spot. I was in a... special sector of the American military." She fell silent for a moment. "Soldier enhancement program?" He nodded a small bit and frowned. To change the subject, he glanced over again. "What have you learned on everyone?" He was genuinely curious. "Athena is the system here, Winston like peanut butter, Commander Reyes leads Blackwatch, Cole doesn't like new people, the Lindholms are as they were when I was a child, and you were in the military in America." He listened to all of what she said. "You're good at this. But there's more the meet. Unfortunately, they are all busy and I don't think they will be done with what they are doing for a long while. You may meet up with them at some point." She broke her stare to the outside and looked over. "Thank you, for all of this. My parents always expected me to do something phenomenal and I think this might be it." A small smile grew on her face. "Y-you're welcome." He felt awkward with the mention of her parents. Based on what he thought, he assumed they were dead. He didn't want to ask just in case.