An Overwatch Fanfiction: Blackwatch

Chapter 12

I woke up in the infirmary, my muscles aching from the night before. My eyes shot down to my thigh where Amy's spear had logged itself just hours before. To my surprise, the spear had been removed and my leg felt like brand new. I threw my head back to the pillow with relief.

"How are you feeling?" Tracer called from a couple feet back.

"Better, thanks," I responded, sitting up. I reached over to my leg to feel the small scar where the spear once was, but my movement was cut short. I glanced down at my wrist and realized that they were contained in handcuffs, strapped down to a stretcher. I looked back up at Tracer in confusion and a little bit of anger.

"To be fair, you did injure our whole task force, including the students." Tracer said, knowing exactly what I was going to say. I nodded in agreement.

"Well, you've gotta a lot of explaining to do, so we gotta go." Tracer said, unlocking my handcuffs. I followed her out of the infirmary and back to the interrogation room. I walked over to the seat I sat in the first day I arrived and sat down.

"Captain Morrison will be with you in a minute. Good luck" Tracer informed me, winking. I smiled back at her nervously. My mind started racing with thoughts of what might happen.

"Are they going send me to prison? Or worse, will they execute me?!" I thought dreadfully. An older man with white hair, a red visor and a blue jacket with the number 76 on the back entered the room. He sat down in front of me. "So, you come here less than a week ago, go through two training sessions, then go on a murder spree and injure my whole task force including myself!"

He screamed with rage. I noticed the bullet holes in his jacket. I remembered him now. I couldn't help but laugh a little at the fact that he technically shot himself. He leaned over the table and grabbed the collar of my shirt.

"Listen to me punk, consider yourself lucky that I don't put a bullet in your brain this very instant. You'll end up wishing that I did after you spend the rest of your life rotting away in our maximum security prison. So if I were you, I would wipe that smile off your face!" He said, leaning back in his chair. I looked down at the floor, trying to contain my laughter. A couple of minutes passed by.

"But..." Morrison said, breaking the silence.

"No one has ever single-handedly took down our team. As much as I hate to say it, that's pretty impressive." He continued. I looked back up at him.

"That's why I am asking you to join our team. Not as a student but as a full agent." He informed me.

"Welcome to the team, kid." He said, sticking his hand out. I was in shock.

"I nearly murdered the whole team and they want me to join them!?" I thought to myself, puzzled. I still didn't trust Overwatch that much but they did care about me more than Talon did which felt amazing to know. I didn't want to fight either side. I was torn.

"My arm's getting tired kid, hurry up," Morrison said, knocking me out of my contemplative daze. I slowly reached out my arm to shake his hand.

"Good choice." He said.

"Better than going to prison I guess." I thought to myself.

"Here, come with me." He said, standing up from the table and walking towards the door. I followed close behind him. Tracer was waiting outside the door for us. The three of us walked to the armory. Once we entered, I was immediately drawn to a suit in the middle of the room. The suit was protected with lightweight black armor accompanied by red accents here and there. It came with a crimson red hooded cloak that reached about the lower back and was frayed at the bottom. It was completed with a full face black helmet and a red visor.

"We-" Morrison started before getting jabbed in the ribs by Tracer.

"Tracer designed this suit for you." Morrison corrected himself.

"Wow..." was the only thing that escaped my mouth. I was in love with the costume.

"So you like it?!" Tracer asked eagerly. I nodded my head rapidly. Her face lit up with pride. Tracer and Morrison walked me back to my room so I could try on the suit. I wasted no time scrambling into the costume. It fit like a glove. I stepped outside to show the two how well it fit. Tracer shrieked with excitement.

"Looks great, kid," Morrison remarked with a smile.

"I gotta get going, don't forget to bring him to Winston, Tracer." He said before walking back down the hallway, leaving Tracer and I alone again.

"Winston?" I asked Tracer.

"Every agent has to be inspected once they are first fully recruited. He is the scientist if our team. Don't worry, he's only gonna ask you a couple of questions. You'll be fine." Tracer informed me, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I obediently followed her through the building to Winston laboratory, nervous of what he had planned for me.

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Chapter Notes

So, I have no idea how to progress the story from here on. I have an idea how I'm going to end the story but till then I got nothing. This is where you guys come in. I need some suggestions about what to do next. I'm hoping some of your ideas will spark an idea of my own so I can incorporate the two together. Anyway's I hope you somewhat enjoyed this chapter and I can't wait to hear your suggestions. Deuces.