Ambivalent (a Junkrat/Overwatch fanfiction)

Epilogue

He's been working for three days straight now. In a dark room a genius hunched over his touch screen, bloodshot yet eager blue eyes flickered left and right. He gnawed on his lower lip that was raw from Winston's constant deep thinking.

"They're a nimble one..." He muttered over the noise coming from the video that played on his computer screen.

He watched the shotty video of a figure that zoomed past the person recording and then performed a rather uncoordinated leap onto a two story building. He frowned a bit when he noticed that they had basically sprung off of glowing blue ribbons, as if they were being boosted instead of leaping on their own. "Technical? Magical? Whoever -- whatever they are, they aren't entirely..." he hesitated, "...normal." He hastily paused the grainy video.

Winston looked down to the files spread across his unorganised mess he calls a work desk. "This is the last report of a sighting." He said while he carefully sifted through his dusty and heavily abused files. He let out a sigh of relief. After months of searching he finally found his old research work that he thought he had lost during the madness of when Overwatch disbanded. Just when he believed they were about to have the upper hand, everything such as thousands of important files, was lost.

Now he's certain that this will bring Overwatch back to its' former glory.

"They move at such in an incredibly messy and agile manner, it is said that a black mass believed to be dark magic to hide their identity covers their face at all times, so no one is able to get a good look at them." He pressed his glasses up a tad bit and sips at his glass of water. "Batizar, Mestre da água e Harmonia, they call them. The people of Columbia, Peru and even Brazil see them as some sort of god since they prevent disasters happening all on West Coast of South America and brings peace from their protection. Such as riots, floods, fires, even Tsunamis!"

"Is that 'em?" Tracer quietly asked from the entrance of his room in his apartment. "'Scuse me for not knockin' but Doc wanted me to check on ya since she hasn't seen ya since yesterday's breakfast and wanted a detailed update on your 'ground-breaking' discovery--"

"Yes, this is who I was telling you all about." Winston interrupted her yammering. He turned towards her as she walked in and sighed. "You can tell Dr. Ziegler that she no longer has to worry, my work is finished here."

"So you know where they are?!" Tracer chirped.

"Not precisely, but it's a lead that you're going to investigate-" Winston said.

"Me?" Tracer echoed excitedly.

"-and Morrison. It will only be you two. We need to keep this very low profile." Winston finished.

"We'll find this water witch in no time!" She clenched her fist in determination and gave her famous flashy smile.

Winston stared off into the distance for a second before he turned back to his screen and slowly pressed the play button. "This is the last sighting of them that was a little over five years ago."

The blurry figure reached into the sky with both hands and flashed signs with their hands. As if out of no where water ribbons swirled gracefully around their hands. A cyclone began to form around the figure as if it had fed them their power to preform such a ritual. The figure swayed their hands gracefully towards the sky and directed the water onto a building that had ferociously burned across the street. A huge plume of steam comes rumbling towards the person recording and after that the video ends abruptly.

"Wow..." Tracer whispered with her jaw slightly jacked open.

"The person behind the camera and almost everyone in that area suffered from 2nd degree burns and fatal casualties. The public swore that if they were to make another appearance that the authorities would track them down and bring those affected... justice." Winston read off to the eager Brit. "After this incident they haven't made an appearance since. Natural disasters and hysteria caused from the current crisis we're in continues to strike South America. Most are losing hope and from that I predict that everything will spiral into anarchy. Their people and the world as a whole needs hope;" He took off his glasses and made stern contact with Tracer's doe eyes. "and we're going to find it."

Lena looked up to the mural made of their missing soldier. They were depicted in such a heavenly and abstract manner, such as six arms and one eye that was black and the other just empty stone. They had long black curly hair and was wearing a rainbow themed chamanto. They looked so graceful yet intimidating in their depictions.

"They were just trying to help... I'm sure they meant no harm. We need help now more than ever! When was the first sighting?" Tracer asked.

"A ten years after the start of the omnic crisis. Here and there they'll appear to save thousands and then just disappears." Winston said. "This last sighting was in Cartagena, Colombia--"

"WELL I'm gonna report back to Angela and get ready for the trip! Thanks!" Tracer zipped out of his door and turned, waving goodbye before flashing out of sight.

Winston blinked and then let out a sigh. "This is the only good news I've had in months. I should prepare for utter failure or..." He pauses and wistfully looks up to the screen. The mural made his heart skip a beat and a sudden burst of hope ignites in him."...ultimate success."