Overwatch - Chronos (Tracer x Reader)

Epilogue

The wind blew pleasantly through the air. A sunrise made its way up over the horizon, illuminating the city of LA with the glorious natural light of day. Rays of golden sunlight poked their way through the gaps between skyscrapers, filling the entire city like a flood. You stood atop Site B, leaning on the railings of the rooftop platform. A deep breath relaxed your senses even more as daybreak passed. Speaking of the day, it was officially the three year anniversary of the nuclear crisis, in other words the fateful mission during which you and the rest of Overwatch had ventured to the final frontier to put an end to Talon once and for all. As you waited for your company to arrive, your mind wandered to the events following the mission, and the many months afterwards. After you had blacked out in the shuttle, it was many days until you opened your eyes once more, many more weeks until you had a single coherent thought. By that time, you were waking up to a medical room with whitewash walls and a clean scent of nothing. You had been getting too used to that back then. You soon realised you were in the care of none other than Angela, who had previously helped you recover from a total joint lockup after a sparring match between you and Lena had gone slightly too far. Good times. Truly Angela was a miracle worker, despite you having been declared clinically dead for a time, she had managed to recover your body and pretty much bring you back from the cusp of the grave. However, while her skill was nearly limitless, she could not play God quite yet. Physically you were fine, any injuries you had externally were soon healed, that was not the problem. The problem had been your mental health. Being exposed to the vacuum of space for so long had given you severe brain damage which even Angela could not coax into healing. Unfortunately, the only way that would ever recover would be with time and a lot of patience. On the surface that didn't sound so bad, however with your brain in the state it was, your memory was also very temperamental. There were entire weeks where Lena had to remind you who she was, let alone the connection you shared. Looking back now you felt so sorry for her, it must have been devastating for her to see you that way. Luckily, like Angela had said, with her advanced expertise it had only been a matter of time before things improved, two years to be precise. That was the effect of that last mission, two years of stress and tension regarding your failing memory. You didn't know how yours and Lena's relationship had survived that time, maybe it was the will of God, who knew, point was it did, and when your memory did recover fully and your amnesia faded, things were better than they'd ever been. Overwatch had been officially revealed to the world by Cavanoy and became an independent organisation under the protection of the US government, with jurisdiction to help out in any country that allowed it, which, after your aid in the nuclear crisis, was pretty much every country on the globe. Site B was rebuilt and acted as the headquarters for the organisation, a sign of change, no more were you a shadowy group who snuck through the darkness, you were heroes, and the public acknowledged that now. In the aftermath of the nuclear crisis, Sombra had apparently been found aboard your shuttle and had willingly given herself up, going to prison in a normal US facility. Several weeks later, Widowmaker had been transferred from Overwatch's hands into the same base as Sombra, a sign that the world was finally starting to recover from Talon.

As you lost yourself in these thoughts, you did not hear the footsteps approaching from behind and instead were snapped into reality by the embrace of two warm arms from behind. You grinned and turned around, putting your arms around the love of your life and holding her tight. It had been a difficult couple of years for sure, but that just made the times you were together like this all that more special. You separated and stared into one another's eyes for a second, lost in the sight of each other, before you each silently turned and looked at the view. Daybreak. The arrival of dawn over a city of hope. The hope in heroes had been restored and it truly was a sight to behold, a peaceful world.

"It's beautiful up here" Lena commented faintly.

"Not as beautiful as you" you replied, causing her to smile and lightly punch you in the arm.