Overwatch Ladies x Reader

PharMercy

The first of the "full length" stories. I attempted to make it gender neutral, which proved a challenge. 

Pharah injures you, so she and Mercy tend to your wounds.

The Temple of Anubis was under siege by a rouge group of former Overwatch agents and allies. "Nerf THIS" was heard accompanied by the sound of a MEKA priming its nuclear payload, and it was flying right for you. You accepted your fate, until you were unexpectedly launched backwards, behind cover but also into a stone wall. Winded and badly bruised, you survived the tactical nuclear strike. You tried to ease the pain but it was no use.

As you rolled in agony, the familiar sound of Raptora jump jets fired behind you. A pair of hands grabbed you under your arms and you became weightless. Helix Security's own Pharah was lifting you to safety, on a high ledge away from the battle below. "Sorry about that, I was the one who knocked you back with a concussive missile. It was that or death, and I have a feeling you would have preferred the former." She giggled, and you giggled with her, causing you to wince as pain shot through your chest.

"Let me see those wounds." She began to tenderly remove each layer of your combat suit. First the armour, which came off with a few mechanical latches. To take off the back plate she pulled you forward, your chin resting on her shoulder. Her breath was warm - you could feel it softly blowing against your cheek. Your shirt was next. She took hold of it by its base and rode it up your torso. When she got to your arms, she instructed you to lift your arms - no easy task, it was agony. And finally, the skin tight under layer. For some reason she removed her gloves, revealing bare hands. She moved her hands to your collar, carefully latching her fingers under the thermal layer. Slowly, she pulled it apart, down its centre, to reveal your war torn middle. The damage was bad - red and black with bruises and marks. "I'm so sorry anon, I didn't mean to hurt you. Call it...collateral damage. Sorry." As she spoke, her hands explored your wounds. Tracing them, barely grazing the skin. For such a battle hardened warrior, her hands were like silk. She embraced you once again to examine your back, with much the same injury. She held your shoulders and gazed into your eyes, a look of genuine sorrow on her face. "I'm so sorry..." she held you against the cold metal of her armour and gave you a tender kiss.

Turning away, she spoke into her communication device. "Friendly fire incident has occurred - requesting immediate medical assistance." A few moments later, Combat Medic Ziegler - better known as Mercy - rose to the ledge using her angelic wings.

"What seems to be the problem?" Mercy asked, already kneeling for a better look at your wounds.

"I knocked anon out of the way of a MEKA nuke but flew straight into a wall. At least anon didn't get vaporised." She explained, holding her head to yours. Mercy ran her hands over your wounds. That same, silken feeling running over your body was amazing. She was staring intently, and not just at your wounds. Your body was making her a little hot under the collar, noticing that she was biting her lip. She paid particular attention to how you were shorter than the both of them. Trying to retain some professional integrity, she reached into her pouch of supplies for a remedy to your ailments. She produced a bottle of some kind.

"This will help your wounds." She stated, applying the liquid to her hands.

"What is it...?" You queried. "Why don't you just use your staff?"

She swallowed, unsure how to answer. "I-it's a liquid form of the energy in the staff. It has the same healing power, but is best applied by...by direct contact with the skin." Her cheeks reddened. "T-the caduceus staff doesn't have unlimited energy after all!" She forced out a shaky laugh, "so its best to keep that for combat and the liquid for other areas."

Before she began, Pharah interjected. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yes, hold anon steady. I don't want the back injuries to become any worse." She bit her lip once again and continued "a-and take off your armour. It will not help the situation." With that, Pharah removed the interlocking plates of her Raptora suit. One by one, they fell to the floor with a dull thud. And piece by piece, her delicious, well toned olive skin was revealed, until she was in all but a sports bra and boxers. The skin tight underwear was the same shade of jet black as her hair. As she moved her armour aside you stared at her body, awestruck. It was incredible, a testament to her dedication to the military lifestyle. Well defined arms on a pair of strong shoulders. While her chest was hidden you can see they were beautifully round. Her belly showed no signs of gluttony, but a strong and slightly intimidating six pack. The powerful thighs and calves of her legs made you shiver slightly, imagining them wrapped around your neck, constricting you, starving you of precious oxygen as your world goes dark. If only. While she wasn't anywhere near as big as Zarya, her level of strength was still arousing to you. She shifted behind you, and pulled you to her chest tenderly. You noticed her breasts were surprisingly soft for such a fit woman. Her hands rested on your hips, stroking them.