Showing Some Mercy

Six months ago, Overwatch had been resurrected in secret. Few of the original team returned, and new members were gained in the process.

Two months ago, you were given the chance to be one of those new members.

Last week, after nonstop training, you were called in for your first match.

Adding that up to about 250 days, you were on edge for around 68 of them.

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Welcome to Greece, agents. But I'm afraid this isn't a holiday.

It took almost all of your will power not to rush to the nearest window and press your face against the glass like a child upon hearing those words. ‘Finally,’ you thought, ‘I'm here, this is real, and I just want to run out there right now and fucking frolic.’ But, you reminded yourself that you were a professional now, surrounded by other like individuals (who most likely didn't feel the need to “fucking frolic”), and needed to act like it. So you didn’t dare rush, you simply moved yourself to a close by window at a rate that was just slightly faster than your usual pace. Completely professional!

  But, you might’ve at least leaned your forehead against the airship window to look down at the island below, and maybe you let out the smallest sound of awe when you did. Well, perhaps it wasn’t the smallest sound, considering someone close by let out a small chuckle at your reaction.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

If getting caught wasn’t embarrassing enough for you, the way you nearly jumped out of your skin certainly added to it. This got another laugh from the individual next to you, and despite the sweet sound of it, you couldn't help but let yourself sit in shame for a few seconds, a light blush spreading on your face.

When you finally did look up at the source of the laughter, you could've sworn that you gave the same reaction you did to scenery you were slowly approaching.

Dr. Angela “Mercy” Zeigler herself was smiling down at you, and you swore you felt your blush darkened. You automatically straightened up, mentally kicking yourself for letting one of the senior members of Overwatch- one of whom you admired greatly no less- catch you like...well, that.

‘Some first impression,’ you thought. Another bout of shame washes over you and you're suddenly bombarded with the anxiety that developed as soon as you were recruited. It doesn't take much for it to invade your current thoughts.

‘She probably thinks I'm too childish to be here. She thinks it was a mistake to bring me along. If she volunteered to team up with me there's no way in hell she doesn't regret it. She’s-’ 

You're pulled from your thoughts as she edges next to you, gently placing a hand on the window and looking down to the island herself. Her eyes widen a bit, as if she was also taking it all in for the first time. For some reason, the sight of that- the sight of her- almost calms you completely.

“No matter how many times I come here, no matter how often, I'm always caught off by its beauty. I still remember seeing it for the first time.”

As you look down to the island once again, you try to envision Dr. Zeigler herself  having a similar reaction to yours, being taken aback by the allure just for even a second. Any other time in your life the idea would've been ridiculous to you. But at this very moment, you couldn't say that you wouldn't be surprised if it turns out she did.

Looking down at the island once again, you couldn't help but make a few comparisons to the older doctor next to you. White was the first color that grabbed your eye on both the island and Dr. Zeigler. The light touches of orange in the area reminded you of not only the darker shade that decorated her Valkyrie suit, but the way the wings of said suit glowed the same color. As for the light blues, we'll you'd be lying if you said that you instantly thought of her eyes.