I'm the Man [Soldier 76 x Reader]

In my sights

Your deadline was fast approaching. All of your time and energy was set on the prospect of training without arms. In fact, you've literally became 'handy' without your hands and forearms. It was hard, but you've eventually figured out how to maneuver and 'grip' things with the stubs of your elbows and run around with small items. You've figured out how to place the metallic covering on by practicing in your own spare time. Of course, it was also spent meditating and trying to find other ways to fight against the archer.

You had to find ways to get close to the distance fighter. After completing your AI training, you and Jack focused on getting close. It was a day before the big moment. You were panting, scuffed in dirt and mud and narrowing your eyes at your own tiring mentor. For several days you had been desperately trying to get close, but he would always locate and tag you before you could land a strike. It was increasingly difficult, and it was frustrating you to tears. So, your figure rose up from the ground and you shook yourself free of any wet flecks of mud.

"Getting exhausted yet?" Jack questioned from his spot across the muddy field. You could hear he was tiring out, exhaustion lacing his gravelly tone and his figure purposely held high.

Your eyes scanned his posture, lips pursing for a second before shaking your head. "I'll only let myself be exhausted when I take you down," you responded with a tired smile. In return was a deep throated chuckle.

Seriousness was placed upon the table then. You got low, diving to the side and behind a set of obstacles set up like an adult playground and missed Jack's attempts to tag you. You shifted, feet planting firmly into the ground and running across the other side before jumping up and onto the course. Carefully, you ran over the bridges, hearing Jack's items clinking together as he ran along side you from below.

"Do you really think you can beat me?" He called up.

You fell for this trick too many times. He had excellent hearing, and speaking would give away your position and you to loose. Silence answered him, and you immediately halted. You kicked one side, launching off and to the other. Your figure leapt up, back flipping over the edge and surprising Jack. Your body landed atop of his shoulders, his gun slipping from his palms and your biceps swinging down as you forced him to fall over.

"________ won!" You cheered, sitting up on your knees on either side of his head as he looked up from below. Below his mask, he smiled, his gaze softening and his gloved hands gently resting over your the sides of your thighs.

"That you did kid," Jack mumbled, ushering you up and picking up his weapon as he followed suit.

The two of you walked in silence, making way to go get changed and cleaned for dinner. You had taken your time, rinsing off in a long hot shower and finding solace in long robotic fingers from Athena's programming to gently massage your hair in soap. Soon, you came back out into the public in fluffy pj bottoms and a t-shirt. Before you joined the others for dinner, you would go and meditate out in the gardens.

You shuffled across the lawn in bare feet, plopping down in an empty space and startled when you heard a deep throated grunt. Your eyes turned, finding Hanzo nearby. His eyes glittered in the dim lighting, now boring into your figure before his body visibly relaxed. He stood up, moving slowly towards your direction.

You were sitting on your knees, looking up at his now extended hand.

"Tomorrow will be an honor to fight you," he kindly voiced, his brows furrowing.

You slowly held out a stub, placing it in his calloused hand and gently 'shook hands'. "And you as well Mr. Shimada. I look forward to seeing your skills firsthand." Your words were graced with a small smile, one that had Hanzo questioning how you could be so kind after the cruelty he had shown to you before.

He bowed slightly afterwards, soon trailing away and to his room inside.

The next morning had you up early. Your pupils were blown wide, and you nervously tapped your foot as Angela set you up in your uniform. Her fingers gently tugged black fabric, laced with leather and a metal button that lightly clicked with its cap on the other side. Below was a plain black shirt, and you wore black leggings and boots with teeth that could help carry you up slippery slopes and any obstacles you would go through.

Your gaze lifted, looking at the Swiss woman as she finally took at step back. She made a soft noise, soon pinning your hair up and smiling to herself.

"Don't worry about it- you can do this," she encouraged you softly, gently touching your shoulder as she guided you to your three awaiting friends.

You stepped through sliding doors, gaze turning over each of them as you responded, "Thanks Angela... But I still worry that I won't make it."

"If you can't make it, then why the hell am I still here?" Jack growled out, though he sounded playful as he nudged your figure. You smiled in return, gaze turning up to him before looking at Genji and Zenyatta.

"Like mentor, like student," the Omnic mused, a tint of a smile in his vocals. He floated over to you, placing a palm to your forehead and a calming aura swamped your system. Your eyes closed, inhaling before nodding.

Genji took head in his hands. He leaned forward, pressing the forehead of his helm to yours and the soft whirring of his vents filled the air. "May the dragons guide you," he murmured quietly.

Each of them sent you off with their own blessings and good luck, and with that you were running out onto the field. Large screens inside played the event of your trek and your fight. In the living room was everyone but Hanzo and you at this point.

The problem was, is that Hanzo had the ability to start attacking you from your starting line. You didn't know that until yesterday's sparing session.

You were prepared, because Hanzo expected you to immediately bolt. Instead, you ran off to a side entrance and darted across a long stretch of open ground and made way for the grand obstacle course. On the far side was the actual fighting grounds, and in the middle a box in which you had to extract the contents from. You hadn't any idea what it contained, but you had to just get it. That counted as a win.

Bonus points for landing some fighting techniques on Hanzo.

Extra points for not getting hit at all.

The automatic loss counts for you giving up, or a headshot, or even a hit at the heart area.

This was it. This was the initiation into Overwatch.