Overwatch, the New Hero. (Used with Y/N! Girls Mainly.)

Prolouge

~Hello! I know this chapter is quite short, they will get longer I promise.
For this story you choose the looks.
Y/N - Your Name
H/C - Hair Colour
E/C - Eye Colour

Your abilities will come throughout the story, leave me suggestions for what "powers" you should have.
Enjoy!
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Your soft H/C hair flows down your back as the wind brushes each strand away from your fragile face. As you walk past some graffiti you stop to admire the Overwatch symbol and in orange writing the words "Cheers Love!" Cover the wall.
You sigh and look up at the night sky, Oh Lena. I miss you. You think to yourself, shoving your hands into the pockets of your black hoodie.
As you turn a corner you freeze for a second, not able to move, like someone forced you into that position. Straight when you come back to your senses you turn around as you hear a voice.
"My god Y/N I could've killed you!"
You recognized that voice instantly, Jesse McCree, the BAMF of Deadlock. "Why hello dear BAMF, how's the cowboy doing?" You say as you grab out the revolver you were told to deliver to him, and hold out your hand waiting for him to grab it.
He takes the gun and slips it into his holster, chuckling at the nickname you gave him. "Takes one to know one." He says and tips his hat forward, giving you a smile. "Have you controlled it yet?" He asks you, his smile turning into a worried look.
You lift up your hand and point one finger in the air, a small flame igniting from your finger tip. You begin to move your fingers in a swirl motion, causing the flames to stay in place mid air as you write a word. Yes. It appears in front of his face and he flashes another smile as he puts a cigarette in between his teeth.
"You should join us sometime, we can show everyone who the new member of Overwatch is."
Straight when those words come out of his mouth you freeze and stare at him for a second, then you burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh god that's a funny joke." You say, and your laughter dies down as he continues to look at you with a serious look on his face.
"I'm serious Y/N, you could help people." He whispers and touches your shoulder, but you shove him off.
"No, I'm not going through the pain I did when I watched Lena die right in front of my fucking face!" You scream as a tear runs from your eye.
"Who killed Lena?"

You pause and look down with a blank expression...

"I did."

~Intense! I hope you liked this chapter, leave me a comment and vote!
Peace out~