A week had passed since your reunion with Overwatch. To be honest, considering you'd spent the time living in a sewer, the time had been pretty quiet and business was at its usual. Junkrat and Roadhog had been spreading the word of Overwatch, taking down two Talon cells across America in the short time that they'd been agents. They were expensive assets, but vital nonetheless. Meanwhile, Lena had been catching you up on the events of the last five months. You had been worried that your time apart would have made things awkward between the two of you, but it'd had quite the opposite effect. In fact it had made you closer than ever, neither of you wanting to risk the possibility of losing one another again. The two of you had spent entire hours cuddled inches apart with no words being necessary to convey your feelings. It was a beautiful time. But just as you began to fall into this pleasant groove, a dark thought occurred in the pit of your heart as you remembered what had happened the last time you became complacent with good times. Evil always followed good, like a venomous shadow it could not be held off, it was a plague, a plague which was overdue. And one such morning, it made its terrifying reappearance.
You were sat in the conference room, leaning lazily back on one of the chairs as you and Winston awaited a report from your new duo in the field. The two of you were alone in the room and Winston was busy pouring over a data-pad, the silence was tranquil. A familiar beeping sound suddenly filled the room causing Winston to press a button on the holo-table, a live feed of Junkrat and Roadhog appearing atop the table.
"Mission report, how did it go?" Winston asked casually.
"Another good job boss, at this rate I'm gonna run out of grenades. Did manage to get some of that...whaddya call it? Intel stuff you mentioned, a USB drive" Junkrat explained.
"Nice work, transfer it with Symettra's teleport system" Winston replied in praise. Symettra had invented small pocket teleports for all high level Overwatch agents, allowing them to transfer certain objects instantly. It was really very useful, especially for an organisation constantly on the run. The USB drive appeared in Winston's hand and he proceeded to toss it to you with a smile.
"Payment will be given when you return to base, good work again you two" Winston stated before cutting off the holo-table. You stood up with a lazy sigh and walked over to a nearby computer, inserting the USB and beginning to cut through the firewalls. The purple code reminiscent of Sombra technology appeared on the screen and you wrestled your way through the security systems with a sigh as Winston returned to his data-pad on the other side of the room.
After several irritating minutes, you finally managed to crack the USB drive and gasped audibly at what you saw. Appearing on the screen were blueprints for one of Talon's upcoming operations, a very specific operation, a very specific and terrifying operation.
"Winston! You need to see this!" you shouted across the room, causing him to turn and lumber towards you. He looked over your shoulder and read the screen, looking at you in disbelief.
"Talon are planning a raid on the Whitehouse, specifically the Oval Office?! Dear God, do you think they're planning to assassinate you know who?!" Winston asked with fear.
"Almost certainly, and look at the tag at the bottom. Their raid is planned for today, what the hell do we do now?!" you replied in panic.
"Are you combat ready?" Winston asked.
"I guess, but I can't make my way across the entire country in that time. We don't have time, we'd need a hell of a pilot" you answered. You suddenly heard footsteps behind you and turned to see a very familiar pilot.
"Well would you look at that, I'm just the guy you need".
You and the pilot marched through the sewer base's main corridor, fully in combat gear with replicas of your old pistols back again. It felt right but you also felt a little fear in your gut as well, entering a deadly mission like this with so much confidence. Reminded you of the job with Doomfist. But this would go differently, it had to.
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Overwatch - Chronos (Tracer x Reader)
FanfictionA disbanded group of heroes. A sinister plot. A shattered world. As a new recruit to the legendary Overwatch you have big shoes to fill, fortunately for you the brave and energetic Tracer is there to help you out. As the two of you grow closer...