I'm the Man [Soldier 76 x Reader]

Immortalized

The fire alarms were blaring; your ears were ringing and smoke filled the air. Concrete walls were toppled, the sunlight trying to filter through. You could hear distant gun shots, but you knew otherwise. The gunfire was literally right beside you, and all you could do was lay in place as you stared at your missing forearm from your left elbow.

Blood and tendons dangled freely from the broken and chipped bone, with splatters across your grey uniform that encased your body. Your eyes focused then on the concrete that had the other piece, your form visibly shivering as you felt your mind reeling at several miles an hour. Slowly, you struggled to rise to your feet with only one hand. What had your mentor told you? Keep your mind focused on the object?

You waved your hand in front of your face, clearing the way for a moment as you stumbled through the smoke. A cough rocketed your frame, blood forming at your lips and you glared at the liquid that desperately tried to escape you. You too huh? You thought to yourself, frowning deeply. It wasn't your fault you weren't from the literal loins of the gods. It seemed everyone had special talents, abilities- powers. Yet, you were simple and boring.

Because you were the boring one- the one who was deemed 'useless', no one dared to associate with you.

Maybe that's why you were in the predicament you were in now.

The smoke cleared up, shadows contorting and twisting until they formed right before your eyes as you stared at the once white lobby. Your lips curled, taking in the white mask in the cloud of black and felt your blood turn cold. Reaper. You read about him and watched videos about him. But even in the 'flesh' he still managed to take your breath away.

His attention was focused on you, eyeless figure tilting his head and seeming to settle his focus on your forearm. Your own gaze flicked to your missing and bleeding forearm as you frowned. Your right hand shifted, moving to grab at the pistol located at the small of your back.

"Its rude to stare," you croaked out. Your hand latched onto the pistol's handle.

Reaper could only chuckle, his voice raspy, "And why would I want to pay attention to Overwatch's worst hero?"

You gritted your teeth. Even he knew about your reputation? Concealed feelings started to bubble, your brows furrowing and lower lip trembling. You didn't dare to say anything, simply watching him as he laughed. Mind over matter- you pulled out your gun and shot, watching as the smoke suddenly exploded outwards before imploding.

Reaper formed once again, his figure now closer and hand gripping yours. "Mind if I make your figure balanced again?" He sounded amused, as if he was enjoying his work and didn't hesitate to do as he wanted.

Your body collapsed under the weight of him, his boot holding down your bicep and his other boot on your torso as he shot your forearm. It was repetitive, the pain exploding up from your elbow until finally he slammed his boot onto your now detached limb and tugged. Your torso lurched, body curling up in pain as your other forearm seemed to become a victim of the battlefield.

"I expected more from the apprentice of '76," Reaper's raspy tone mused, his helm tilting to the side as he crouched down.

Your gaze shifted, looking at his white mask as you clenched your teeth. You didn't dare to say anything, soon looking away and hiding your stubs into your torso. You felt the ricochet from the splaying ammo across your right bicep, the pieces of metal embedded into your flesh. Some even reached your collar bone.

The soft whirring noise picked up behind you, the smoke drifting and contorting at it concealed the location of the mentioned noise.

A baritone, scratchy voice growled out, "I've got you in my sights."

Suddenly, the electric blast went flying, hitting Reaper and knocking him from your figure as the red electricity came crackling over the black mass. It was '76 (or Jack as you've heard him being called), and he was pissed. His jaw was jaunting below his mask, his footsteps heavy and purposely making noise as he made his way across the field.

"I expected more from your ______," Reaper sneered.

You tilted your head, eyes narrowed as you glared the dead man down.

'76 didn't say a thing. Instead, his red visor tilted, staring at the limb lying not far from Reaper and then down at your curled up figure. He was silent, contemplating something before he let his gaze drift up to his nemesis. "Did you actually tear her other limb off?"

Reaper didn't say anything.

You watched as '76 prepared to fire again, when Reaper simply melted back into the shadows and disappeared. You could hear that the firing was beginning to stop and you felt exhaustion settle in. Slowly, the smoke cleared, and it was then the rest of the heroes came to join the 'vigilante'.

Mercy- the one who liked you despite the reputation- was now at your side. Her figure collapsed, looking at you with the widest eyes possible and unable to form any words.

You simply used your core to sit up, elbows hanging at your sides as you looked at the other heroes.

"We wouldn't have been in this mess if someone paid  attention to their post!" Junkrat's voice shrieked out, pointing a dirty fingernail in your direction.

Your brows furrowed, listening to the different voices chatter in agreement. You had enough- you were tired, and you were missing your fucking forearms. "Enough!" you shouted, silence finally returning and attention to you. Your head raised, tears pricking at your gaze as you raised your stubbed elbows. "We all were caught off guard! It just wasn't all my fault- why the hell does the person who hasn't proven themselves yet get all the blame?! I fucking lost my forearms, I have shotgun pellets in my bicep, and now I have the whole of Overwatch down my back because they don't understand what its like to be normal?!" Instead, you shifted, nearly falling over without the help of your hands as you scrambled to get up. You didn't wait for Mercy or for your Mentor (who didn't really do anything in the first place), and you simply ran. You scurried around and back the way you had originally came.

'76 let his gaze settle on your limb that was torn apart by Reaper, soon frowning behind his mask as he lowered his weapon. 

You were all alone...

He understood what that was like.