Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Lena 'Tracer' Oxton- Training Day (a)

It is your first day at the academy. It couldn't be too bad, you could do this. You had spent years working on getting here and god damn it, you were going to make it through here.

There was nothing too intense you had to do on the first day here. Go to roll call, receive your uniform and attend the introductory speech. Along with finding your way around and putting your belongings into the dormitory.

You arrive late to roll call, not a good start to the academy. You sit down at the last available chair, it is smack bang in the middle of the room, front and centre. Luckily the mentor hasn't arrived yet so you should be in the all clear. You wouldn't want a disciplinary before you had even taken your first class.

You sit down in the seat and twiddle your thumbs as you wait for the senior officer to appear. The door swings open to reveal a woman, she couldn't be more than five foot tall. She was carrying a large stack of papers in one arm and a large murloc mug in her other hand. A few strands of hair fell onto her face as the door flew open. She blew them back around her ears.

She didn't so much walk to the front of the class as bounce there, papers flying out of her hand and onto the floor.

"I guess we won't be needing those" She proclaims, shrugging her shoulders and placing the remaining few papers on her desk, along with her beverage.

"My names Lena, most of you will know me as Tracer. It is nice to meet you all." A spark of excitement matched the large, cheesy grin that was spread across her face. She wasn't quite what you expected when you had signed up for the academy, your idea of a mentor was a stereotypical army man. Big muscles, chiselled jaw and a thousand mile stare, a voice that matched thunder that struck fear into your very soul. Instead you got a sweet, energetic, beautiful, wide eyed...

"Oh no" a thought popped into your head. You had a crush on your mentor, but there was very good reasoning behind this. Her slightly freckled face housed a beautiful smile that stretched from ear to ear and made your stomach do flips. It set your heart alight. Sat on either side of her straight and delicate nose rested two enormous eyes. They had a glimmer of hope for the new recruits sat in the presentation room. They presented a display of iridescence when struck by the sunlight that peered in from the large windows, shimmering and flickering between hundreds of shades of brown and amber. Her eyes told a million tales and you were willing to listen to every single one.

Her pulse pistols were strapped to the side of her slender, athletic figure, her legs seemed to stretch for miles. The chronal accelerator that was on her chest would occasionally whir and whistle away glowed a neon blue. She truly was like nobody you had ever seen before.

"Y/N...."

"Y/N...." You could hear her calling out in an almost sensual, soft voice. She glided towards you, continuing to call out your name the same manner.

She leaned in close to you, until your noses were almost touching.

She proceeded to give you a jab in your forehead with her finger.

"Anybody there?" She asked. Hiding a slight giggle behind her hand. "You were ever so slightly... uumm... dribbling. Late night?"

"Uuumm yeah" you replied as felt your face turn warmer and warmer, you were getting redder and redder as you slumped your head into your arms that were folded on your desk.

After that nightmare, the next stop was uniform. The royal blue tunic sat perfectly on the shoulders of your fellow and more senior officers. Of course on you it was somehow both too tight and too baggy. The sleeves drooped to your fingertips. You walked up to the officer sat behind the bench.

"Sir, my uniform doesn't seem to fit correctly." You lift up your arms to demonstrate as the sleeves dangle down.

The officer looked at you with an emotionless stare.

"Fix it yourself or deal with it." His monotone voice somehow portrayed less emotion than his stone-set face. He handed you a small pack containing a spool of black thread, blue thread and a variety of different needles. You placed the small pack in your pocket before turning around to walk to your dormitory to amend your ill-fitting apparel.

As you turn around you spot Lena leaning against a table, laughing and joking with a clearly much more light-hearted senior officer to the one you had just dealt with.

You were drawn in by her. You couldn't help but just stop and stare, hoping that she would notice you in some way.

A few moments passed before you realized you had been quite creepily staring at her for the past five minutes or so, stuck in time. But try as you might, you couldn't pull yourself away. You decide that it's now or never, and you may as well get the pain and humiliation over and done with so that you could start again. You take a deep breath and start to march over to Lena. Swampy comes nowhere near close to describing your hands and your heart starts to feel like a drum, thumping in your chest.

"Excuse me Lena, can I have a quick word with you... in private please? I am sorry to interrupt by the way" You do a strange half nod, half bow to the other officer.

"Do not worry about it," he proclaimed, in a hearty tone "We were just wrapping up our conversation anyway"

"I had something I just wanted to ask" You clenched your fist and looked down at the floor. It was incredibly difficult to get your words out in one piece. "Well the thing is... I wanted to know if maybe you... wanted to do something or something at some point. If you wanted to that is, if you didn't that's cool I guess, like I don't really care anyway but... you know... I thought I'd ask."

"Oooohhh" Lena replied, rolling her head back. She started to slightly blush, she hid a small smile and a giggle behind her hand.

"Well, you see Y/N, the thing is..." She rests a hand on your shoulder. A buzzing erupted in her pocket and she was interrupted by an incoming call. She pulls her phone out of her pocket, the name on the screen reads "Emily", followed by two hearts.

"I'm kind of taken... "

She forces a smile, her voice carries a tone of sympathy and there is a certain disappointment in her eyes.

"Sorry love."

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Written by Aaron

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