A Overwatch Story: Yuliya Dovhan

part 1

" Thirty years ago, the Omnics declared war. The nations of the world had no answer until they called upon a small group of heroes. Overwatch was created to rescue humanity from the Omnic Crisis. We became the greatest champions of peace and progress mankind has ever seen! You were chosen because you had powers and abilities that made you— You joined because you... You already know this... Look, the people decided they were better off without us. They even called us criminals! They tore our family apart. But look around! Someone has to do something! We have to do something! We can make a difference again. The world needs us now, more than ever! Are you with me?.."

Yuliya Dovhan watched the live video recording seemingly cut off after the first sight in a long while of a friend that they hadn't seen. The laptop closed shut with the movement of their hand, their eyes still focused on the spot they watched.

A figure in front of them blew smoke from his cigar as his boots were kicked upon their living room table. "I assume you saw the video before.." he finally spoke after his blow. Another moment of silence.

They were in a wheelchair for life after Overwatch's big war, known as the omnic crisis. And now suddenly, he wanted overwatch back? Yuliya felt their eyes narrow. They had moved from the living room table towards their window as their home was an apartment in Hollywood. They had crossed their arms while looking at the buzzing streets.

"Common, Yul, you know he misses ya.. we all do.." he added.

Yuliya knew they had to speak up eventually. So, they released a breath with their eyes closed. Squinting as they remembered...

"Do you remember... when the only reason you all found me was because of Talon..." they tried not to gulp.

"That wasn't your fault...your not that same person anymore." He tried to reassure them. Yuliya felt their hand form to a fist. "Isn't it?! None of this would have happened if I had stopped them earlier. Talon is my responsibility. Now they're back even after the omnic crisis. Who knows what they're planning.." they placed their hand on the glass.

"And that's why we need to stop them before they get a chance, as a team..we need you more than you know Yul..." he started walking towards them. Yuliya looked his way now. "You of all should know McCree... you have no idea how many times I have watched that clip. Thinking maybe, maybe things will be different... but it's not. I have to handle this myself now. I need to stop Talon." Their eyes narrowed cold.

Mccree felt his eyes narrow as well. He knew how Yuliya felt before, during, and after the omnic crisis. It was hard on them all. Though, and unfortunately, Yuliya had been different. They had suffered lifelong injuries from the crisis and might never be the same inside or out. Yet, even upon knowing this, Winston had acquired their presence immediately. One only knows McCree had tried. "This isn't the crisis anymore Yul, let's not make it another. You weren't in control then, but you are now." He reminds once more.

Yuliya took a breath, their gaze finding the teams picture taped to her main desktop. While they didn't want to admit, they had missed their team dearly. Especially Winston. It hadn't been the same since they became a civilian of Hollywood.
"Plus.." McCree felt his own hand turn into a fist now, "this isn't just a request..." That was when Yuliya felt darkness overcome them, causing them to black out...