The Miracle of Science | Winston x Reader

· Monthly Checkup

A short scenario of Mercy finding out information she didn't need to know.

(F/C): Favorite color

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Angela assigns everyone within HQ a checkup appointment every month. Gibraltar is huge, so yeah, there is a lot of people -- she doesn't just cover field agents. Those who are 40+ years of age are her first priority while the younger folk are saved for last. The doctor also organizes these by different species: humans, omnics, and animals. This is to have different medicines and specific equipment readily available or put away when it is not needed. Most Overwatch staff are in great health with some exceptions, but there is nothing she isn't capable of fixing.

The first week includes seeing senior agents such as Reinhardt, Ana, Jack...

The second week are omnics like Bastion, Echo, Orisa...

Later on, is Winston, Hammond, and sometimes even Mitzi when Brigitte brings her to base...

You are often scheduled between the middle with youngsters like Hana, Lucio, and Tracer, to the older ones such as Baptiste, Jesse, and Hanzo. You're in pretty great shape anyway and health problems were never really an issue. Your day finally arrives and you're sitting on a medical exam table. Your checkups usually last about five minutes; not including the time you and Angela take to talk with each other as friends rather than doctor and patient.

"Everything is well, (Y/N)," she says confidently, turning off the small flashlight she was using to examine the inside of your ears. "Not that I expected anything wrong."

You give her a small smirk. "Of course not."

She smiles in return before replying, "Let's move onto your thyroid."

Your expression instantly changes once you realize you have to expose your neck. Because of your relationship with a certain gorilla becoming intimate lately, you've been covering up more due to his art on your body; light bruises, bite marks, and a lot of hickeys.

Mercy asks you to roll down your long sleeve's turtleneck and you reluctantly oblige. Her gloved hands are ready to go in until she demonstrates a face of parental scorn, noticing the abnormal pattern of blemishes.

"... I see you and Winston have been going the extra mile," she states lowly before she decides to get back to work.

"Heh... y-yeah. Something like that."

"I have aloe vera cream for this if you'd like. It'll help reduce-"

"That'd be great, Angela. Thank you," you respond quickly, cutting her off. This topic was making it hard to breathe.

Her fingers are gentle, even though she's basically putting pressure on delicate skin. She stops in about twenty seconds before picking up a stethoscope and putting it on. With an unsure face, she says, "If you can now lift up..."

The doctor can't even finish her sentence without receiving a nervous smile and a raised eyebrow from you. You don't say anything however, leaving Mercy to continue speaking.

"What? It cannot be any wor-"

You waste no time revealing your (F/C) bra and the shocking residue of Winston's love bites appearing everywhere -- from your collar bone to your belly button area. The German blinks in slight perturbation as her pupils bounce all around your torso. Oddly, there's a feeling of amazement to it all, as if Mercy couldn't keep herself from being a bit impressed. But to who? To how you can even handle such ferocity, or how actually wild the mellow scientist is in private? She shook her head, not allowing the disturbing image of a sex-driven Winston to crawl into her mind.

"I stand corrected..." the doctor said, feeling defeated. "It's worse than I initially anticipated."

"Wait 'til you see my back," you say, unfazed by your friend's reaction.

Angela's eyebrows furrowed into more concern than they already were. She steps behind you and pulls up your shirt further to fully examine your rear. With an addition of mild scratch marks, your back nearly resembles an attack a predator would cause to its prey in the jungle. What on Earth were you and Winston doing? Fighting to the death?

It's silent for a few seconds until you hear a faint, "Heilige scheiße (Holy shit) ..."

end.