Overwatch Fanfiction: The Love We Feel 💕COMPLETED💕

Chapter 85: The Tournament of 1000 Deaths {with chee-zy pretzels on the side}

The mini golf gods were not happy with Sombra's team {she was designated team captain because she was the most powerful} that day. Everyone on the team was awkward and didn't really want to be there, and mostly stayed to themselves. Sombra was quiet and golfed sloppily, as did Moira, and McCree and Hanzo were always whispering to each other and were distracted when it was their turn to putt.

The antithesis to their apathy was Mei's team, who were the most competitive beings on planet Earth and easily crushed the competition. Mei was actually a world class mini golf champion, who easily got holes in one. Ana promised not to use her godly powers to help her team win, but she didn't need them; she was a good sniper after all. Bastion was actually pretty good at mini golf, despite being a 7 foot tall death machine. Easily their weakest link was Emily, but she wasn't terrible either, getting the ball in the hole in 3 strokes at least most of the time.

There was a break when two of the teams were eliminated to eat chee-zy pretzels from Uncle Bucko's food shack. After all the scores were tallied up, it turned out that Sombra's team had actually gotten 2nd place out of the 4 teams. The other two teams only lost by a couple of strokes to Sombra's team, and some members on the other team complained that Sombra was hacking. All that was left in the tournament was the final elimination round against the champions; Mei's team.

Sombra was slightly peeved while eating her pretzels, as she didn't really want to play anymore. She was sick of Overwatch, she was sick of Moira, she just wanted to be in front of a monitor again. She really didn't want to be there. Moira on the other hand, was actually starting to feel a little competitive once she found out that they had actually gotten 2nd place. McCree and Hanzo were still whispering at each other and didn't really care.

Moira sat awkwardly next to Sombra, nibbling her soft pretzel like a ferret. She decided to start up a conversation for no reason, "So, um, how're you doing?"

"Dying,"

"Why?"

"Mini golf, Overwatch, the stupid look on Uncle Bucko's face, etc." And Sombra didn't say it, but she thought, you.

Unluckily for Sombra, Moira was a master of mind reading the likes to rival Ana when it came to her Nieces and Nephews. "It's more than that, I can tell."

"Well fine!" Sombra said, standing up from the picnic bench, throwing her pretzel on the ground, "I'm sick of you, too! With your primness and your always-ruining-my-plans. I've always hated you!"

Moira felt hurt, too hurt to be nice, "Oh little miss 'just kill them.' If we had listened to you we'd be 6 feet under by now! I've been nothing but kind to you and all of Talon! You're simply unappreciative of my work!"

"{upside down interrobang which doesn't exist in any font}You really see yourself as kind to me‽" Sombra scrasked sarcastically. "¡You've been dismissive of me since you were introduced in this fanfiction!" Sombra couldn't stop herself but she was feeling all her feelings so she began to feel animosity to Talon as a whole, "You always loved Widow and Reaper more than me! You treat me like trash! The only reason I'm even here is because Doomfist is cool with me, and even he's getting sick of me with you around!"

Then Sombra did the one thing she promised she wouldn't do since 3rd grade when Tommi Hillferger stole her 2nd generation Barbie doll; she wept with her head in her hands at the picnic table.

Moira didn't fully understand what was going on, Sombra had never shown any emotion beyond peeved since she had known her. And in fact, Moira had never actually made someone cry. She felt a small naggy feeling at the pit of her stomach; she assumed it was guilt, but she couldn't be sure. She really didn't know what to do at that point, she didn't even think apologizing would help.

Suddenly a yeehaw shadow spread across the picnic table, "Hey there lass, don't cry now." said the powerful cowboy voice. McCree was standing on the other side of the picnic table, Hanzo at his side, looking like he was being forced over here. He began to speak again, "Hanzo and I have been talkin', and he was thinkin' I should thank you for what you did for me... you know, somehow curing my sadness."

"Now I don't care if you're Talon or Overwatch or nothin', you saved my life and my marriage. So even if this grasshopper looking lady and her posse don't like you, you got to know that we do." McCree put his arm on Hanzo's shoulder, "And there ain't nothing that can change that." McCree said. Hanzo nodded afterwards, clearly proud of his husband.

Moira felt extremely bad now, and not just because McCree called her a grasshopper {she had gotten that a lot through High School, it didn't bother her anymore}, but because this weird cowboy had somehow been more compassionate than she had, and she was her aunt for god's sake.

After a few more seconds of silence, she decided that an apology was in order after all, "I'm sorry Sombra," the words felt weird in her mouth, "I am not a perfect person, even if I have claimed infallibility before. This apology may not help, but I will say this; I will try to be a better aunt in the future. Right now I'll do anything that might make you feel better."

Sombra's head was still on her hands, but she had stopped crying at that point. She looked up, sniffled and said, "There might be something that could cheer me up." She pointed to Mei's team, who were enjoying their chee-zy pretzels and laughing. "I want to crush them at their own game."