Heal Me (Overwatch Mercy x Reader Fanfic)

Like an angel

(F/P) means favourite place)
(F/C) means favourite colour)

The grip tightens on your sweating hand as you're pulled through the crowd by an excited Angela. People from all around the globe have gathered here in Numbani Museum to witness a young girl - Efi - 's newest creation, presumably something incredible. The crowd of people and omnics is buzzing, everyone is awaiting Efi to walk on stage and announce the thing that so many are excited for.
You suddenly feel a tickling sensation on your neck, and then realise it's just Mercy's hair as she's resting her head on your shoulder. You giggle.
After a minute, classical music begins to blare out of the museum's speakers. Followed by a static-covered voice mumbling "Please be quiet and sit down, the reveal shall start in two minutes. Thank you—" the announcement cuts off and the music begins to play once again. After a moment of the crowd buzzing, you feel a squeeze on your hand and see Mercy pointing towards something high up. A ledge located in front of a green-stained window. It has a brilliant view over the entire museum.
"Up there, babe."
"You do realise I cant fly like you?" You respond - half sarcastically but half good-pointily.
"Nice try (F/N), we both know you're scared of heights!" She boops your nose playfully with one, gentle finger.
"I'm not! It was only that one time we went skydiving in (F/P) and I..-"
Your body begins feeling lighter and Angela's grip tightens on your waist. As you're pulled up further you feel your neck being held by a cold hand and so are your ankles in their (F/C) shorts. You start to realise what's happening, you're being carried upwards into the air by Mercy. She holds you in a cradle-like position before you look her directly in the face and she bends down her neck. For a majestic moment the outside world is blocked out. You and her lips are connected in the air. You close your eyes - still moving your lips as if they're in sync with hers. You feel your heart beating, it's either so fast with the excitement of this wonderful kiss or it has almost stopped with your calming feelings. You pull away from each other and you plant your feet on the ledge. Angela proceeds to kneel with her legs slightly slanted with an uncomfortable (But kind of comfortable) look on her face. As you sit down cross legged too, she places her pale hand on your (H/C) hair before slowly pulling your head into her lap. With your head facing the stage and her gently swiping her fingers through your hair, you begin to doze off - awaiting the show to begin. "You act like an angel." You mumble.