The Miracle of Science | Winston x Reader

· The Technician

Winston gives his Tesla Cannon to his crush for repairs.

That crush is you.

Winston P.O.V. | Reader wears glasses | Johnston is made up

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I often find myself visiting our Weapons Maintenance Room nowadays.

Oddly enough, that was never the case before. I wasn't too fond of guns until I joined Overwatch. I was trained with a variety of artillery and nearly began carrying a shotgun, but nothing never really stuck. That's when I was granted the opportunity to create my own choice of armament: my trusty Tesla Cannon.

After four years of use, it malfunctioned. It was my own invention, and I was more than capable of restoring it myself, so I had no intention on handing over this responsibility to someone else; however, Dr. Liao had finally announced her completion of her most recent project, the Echo unit. As a fellow scientist who's been following her progress, it was in my best interest to see it firsthand.

My excitement took over, leading me to give my cannon to one of our weapons technicians.

Her name is (Y/N).

Her commitment to the team and reputation was impressive. Sadly, I have not seen her before until just recently. I guess I'm always too occupied to notice our more obscure members, who are all still appreciated, nonetheless.

It's mandatory for all in her field to study everything in Overwatch's armory. It's their job to fix, maintain, and make certain that all equipment is in pristine condition before and after use. She seems to be over-qualified, since she also happened to be a gunsmith before she was hired here.

She's a little older than me and hardly talks unless spoken to. She isn't shy but rather a woman of few words, and when she does speak, she is straight to the point; an obvious contrast to myself.

I value her sobriety when she's working. Her keen focus on even a simple task is almost robotic. It took some awkward small talk to finally get her to at least smile at me. I was honestly surprised at first, but I quickly savored the moment. I have no idea if I'll ever receive that from her again.

Even though I've only known her for a short time, I could tell she was a humble character of kindness and respect for others. This is going to sound incredibly unprofessional, but she is very, heh, what's the word...

Pretty.

Perspicacious.

Selfless.

Pretty.

Compassionate.

Diligent.

Did I say pretty?

Aherm.

I'll stop there.

I walked into what resembled an infirmary, but for weapons and armor. Compared to my lab, this place was beyond neat and organized.

But none of that mattered once I spotted her.

"Hi, (Y/N)."

"Greetings."

"I suppose everything went well?"

"Yes, all is fine. Your Tesla Cannon has been repaired. It's over there," (Y/N) replied calmly. She was in her usual spot, in the far corner of the room. Typing on her computer, she glanced at me for a second before returning her gaze to the screen.