Overwatch Oneshots

Widowmaker x Male! Reader (Slight Lemon)

My biggest dream, was becoming apart of Overwatch, the task force that held our world up, that wouldn't let it fall down. The task force that left no man unattended when he was in need. A task force that valued the life of every single civilian, whether they were young, old, weak.. Or strong.

But dreams.. They can't always come true..

You see, my only motivation for anything in school, was becoming apart of Overwatch, so I had no time for girlfriends, drama, and things that just simply wasted my time. Now that didn't mean I didn't have crushes, because I would be lying if I denied that, but as I said, I had no time for things like that, it was too much to worry about. I wasn't trying to be rude to anyone, or hurt anyone's feelings, but.. In order to get into the Overwatch task force, you had to have passed high school AT LEAST, so I put all my time and effort into school.

People feared me for reasons I don't remember exactly, but I think it had something to do with the fact that nothing really ever bothered me and I was usually just quiet and off on my own planet. Whatever it was, it didn't matter to me, and I just simply ignored it and focused on my main goal.

I went through school pretty easily, and I passed all my classes with flying colors. My parents were happy, and I was happy, I thought for sure, I would surely get into the Overwatch task force. I mean, who would turn down such a smart nerdy man? My parents told me it would be fairly hard, and, basic training was rough. They hadn't been through it themselves, but they heard from other people who tried to join, so they warned me, in hopes of perhaps changing my mind.

But no matter what anyone said, I was too determined to stop now, especially since I felt like I was so close to accomplishing my goal. I passed school, I had done everything I could, and dad had taught me how to shoot a gun every summer, and told me that I was getting better and better every time. I was happy, I was content, things seemed like they were going exactly the way I wanted them to.

But.. As I stated before... Sometimes dreams can't and won't come true...

I remember being so excited the first day of basic training, dodging and surpassing almost everyone that had come to join Overwatch.. When it came down to it.. Hanzo was the last one besides me..

I had worked so hard to get into this damn place, only to lose to an inferior opponent...

I remember Jack Morrison... THE Jack Morrison.. Leaning down and placing a firm yet gentle hand on my shoulder, and telling me that I needed to head home, and that I didn't make the team... It was then that I had a sudden hatred towards Overwatch, a hatred so distinct and powerful, that I couldn't fathom even looking back as I calmly left the premises.

My hatred for Overwatch led me to where I am now.. Now.. I'm a part of Blackwatch.. We're technically the bad guys, against Overwatch, against everything that Overwatch stands for.. There is nothing that can and will stop us from doing what we do, because anytime anyone has tried, they regretted it sooner or later.

Reyes tells me that I'm probably the only one that takes my job very seriously. He appreciates a lot of the things I do for him, and he knows I won't rest until my mission is complete.. But he doesn't know me as well as he thinks..

~Timeskip, brought to you by Junkrat and Roadhog~

I grab my comb off of my bedside table and sit up in bed, holding my phone up so I can see what I'm doing. Grumbling softly, I part my hair and brush it back again, before putting a hand through my hair just to add a dramatic look to it. Same boring routine I do every morning. If only life were much more eventful. Reyes hasn't asked me to do anything for weeks, and I'm beginning to wonder if he doesn't WANT me to do anything because he envies me or something. Whatever it was, I was starting to get annoyed with the fact that I literally had nothing to do.