Corruption [Soldier76 x Reader]

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[Reader's Point Of View]
I smiled lightly toward Reinhardt, taking another bite out of my bagel. He'd sat across from me, hoping to discuss whatever was upsetting him earlier in Angela's quarters.
"It's Ana," he sighed deeply, twiddling his thumbs together.
"Captain Amari?" I asked to clarify.
Inhaling, he spoke,"Yes. She told me she's thinking about giving me the boot."
Seeing Reinhardt distressed was offsetting, as he was always the confident soldier roaming the halls. Hearing that he might get booted only enraged me.
"What?! Reinhardt, you've been with this organization for how long now?" I questioned.
It took him a moment to respond,"...quite a while, friend."
"What was her reasoning for kicking you?" I huffed.
"Age," he spoke,"She said if I were to keep at it like I am, I would end up getting severely hurt."
"Like you haven't before?" I mocked, huffing.
He laughed quietly, shrugging his shoulders, just before finishing the donut he'd been eating. I sighed, taking a moment to just observe him. There were dark circles under his eyes, indicating that he hadn't slept in a while. He must've not been eating either, as this was his fifth donut this morning.
"Where will you go?" I asked him without thinking, taking a sip of my water.
He hesitated for a moment,"...I can't go back to Stuttgart. It was destroyed during the Omnic Crisis."
"What about the armed forces? Weren't you stationed in Eichenwalde for a bit?"
Taking a drink, he responded,"They're still rebuilding as well. The parts that didn't get attacked...i'm not too familiar with them."
"Oh..." I stopped for a moment, thinking,"Weren't they staying in Berlin? You could go there."
He shook his head once again,"When Overwatch was recalled, I was working for them. I up and left them with no explanation. I couldn't tell them about the recall, it was illegal. If I were to return now, they'd just turn me back around and kick me out."
I held my breath, listening to him. Overwatch really was his home, and we all knew it. How could Captain Amari be so harsh on him? Why couldn't she just let him stay here?
"I can see you're thinking friend. Don't worry about good old Reinhardt, i'll find somewhere to stay," he smiled at me.
How he was always so positive was beyond me.
"But what if you don't?" I couldn't help but asking.
He paused, looking down at me. Even sitting down, he was taller than I was.
"There is never a time where I have ceased to prevail, my friend. Where there is a will, there is a way. And Reinhardt out of all people, will find it." He spoke sternly.
I nodded, noting how positive he sounded.
"Sorry I doubted you, Rein..." I exhaled, closing my eyes for a moment.
"Do not be sorry, friend. We all have our doubts at times."
-
Sighing, I made a fist with both of my hands, just before gritting my teeth, and knocking out one of the practice dummies in the training hall. I hadn't been here since before the abandoned Talon mission with Jesse. How I ended up saving his ass was beyond me. Before leaving, I'd thought that he was strong enough to hold his own. But I guess we all need help sometimes, right?
Taking in a sharp breath, I laid another practice dummy out, the bot falling to the ground, just before a new one built itself in it's place.
"Don't you ever get tired of doing that over and over?" A heavily accented voice interrupted my thoughts, making me turn around.
It was Brigitte, the youngest child of Overwatch's mechanical engineer.
"I guess, yeah," I laughed quietly, putting my hands on my hips.
I suddenly became self aware of the fact that I was in jeans and Jack's t-shirt, obviously not proper training attire. I'd just come to the practice range to let my frustration out, I didn't expect to see anyone here.
"Do you wanna spar?" She asked.
I shrugged, my gaze falling to my feet,"I would, but i'm not really in sparring attire,"
She only chuckled before speaking,"Don't you have some in your locker?"
I shook my head, feeling more embarrassed,"uh...not really. It's been a bit since I've washed everything and sparred properly."
"Why didn't you say so! You can just wear some of my stuff, it'll fit you I promise," She smiled brightly.
"If you say so," I smiled.
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Walking out of the locker room, I felt completely exposed. I'd put on a pair of black gym shorts and a white t-shirt from Brigitte's locker, hoping they'd fit me okay. They were a bit tight, but I was only sparring in them, so I'd be fine.
"You wear them better than I do," Brigitte laughed, motioning me out onto the mats.
I shrugged,"I don't think so, but whatever you say,"
My gaze fell onto her hand that was motioning me, being covered up by a red glove. Right, I need gloves.
Turning to my left, I walked to the wooden table that held all of the test weapons, and looked beneath it. There were always spare gloves here. I picked out a blue pair, slipping them on quickly, and making my way back to the mats.
"Alright, any specific rules?" She asked.
It took me a moment to respond,"Um...go easy on me? It's been a while," I nervously scratched the back of my head, laughing.
"No promises. It's not a real spar unless we're both trying our hardest," She winked.
"I...guess you're right," I smiled,"First one to pin wins?" I suggested.
She nodded her head.
"Athena, start a timer down from five." She stated.
The female robot responded,"Setting a timer to count down from five. Five. Four."
As she started counting down, I kept my gaze on Brigitte. Except she was no longer Brigitte, she was my opponent for the time being. What was I gonna do first?
"Three. Two."
I could just charge at her, but that's stupid, right? Then again, that's worked for Reinhardt for about thirty years...
"One. Commence."
As soon as Athena finished her sentence, Brigitte was charging at me at full speed. Out of reflex, I jumped to the side and grabbed her body, slamming her into the wall. I flinched for some reason, ready for her to start yelling. But she didn't.
She turned immediately, faking a punch to the face to distract me, and then pushing her head through the opening between my legs. Shit. She stood up completely, I was on her shoulders now. She had complete control, and could slam me onto the ground at any moment. Leaning forward, she went for a slam, save for my legs hooking around her, and spinning right.
It felt somewhat weird to be fighting back for some reason.
I'd upset her balance, making her lose her footing. Jumping off of her quickly, I landed on my knees, standing back up as quick as possible. Before I knew it, she was charging at me again. I guess she really does take after her grandfather.
She threw a punch straight to my face, making contact with my nose. I heard a loud crack, my vision going white for a couple of seconds. My ears started ringing, but I continued on with sparring anyways. Blocking her punch with my left hand, I steadied her arm with my right, before sliding my left up her arm, and rolling her shoulder. She let out a yelp of pain as I rolled, being careful not to go too far. I quickly slid my grip into a headlock, her knees bending as she struggled to fight for footing.
Somehow she'd turned herself and kneed me between the legs, my grip loosening, allowing her to break free. Dammit. All at once she slammed me on to the mats, I'd stood still for too long.
The female robotic voice spoke again,"Round over. Brigitte won."
I sighed, slamming my face down into the mats. How could I have been so stupid. I'm sure I stood there for a good thirty seconds.
I felt her body weight shift off of me, but I remained on the floor for some reason. This was a lot to swallow. For one, I'd just let Brigitte, someone who I'd watched grow up, body slam me and win the spar. Secondly, I fought back. And it wasn't that bad, right?
"Um...[Y/N]?" Brigitte spoke wearily.
"Hm?" I sighed.
"You're laying face first in a puddle of blood right now," She chuckled.
"Ah-" I picked my face up, squinting my eyes.
Yep, she was right. Not only was it blood, it was my blood. Now it was all over my face.
"Aw fuck- ew-" I stood up quickly, looking down at the white shirt I bore.
Brigitte remained silent, watching me for some reason.
Oh, did she not like that I cursed?
"S-sorry about cursing, and your shirt..." I sighed, my face red hot with embarrassment.
"It's quite alright," She laughed,"Papa and Granddad both have sailor's mouths. No need to worry. And we can always bleach the shirt, it needed it anyways."
I paused, wiping off under my nose, only for more blood to flow out of it faster than it was before.
"I'd say we need to get you to the medical wing first, though," she approached me, starting to escort me out.
"Y-yeah..." I squinted, the pain from my nose making my eyes water.
"Oh! That reminds me! Papa said that one new doctor who transferred from Talon arrived today! Maybe he'll patch you up!" She smiled brightly, helping you walk out of the training range.
A doctor who transferred from Talon? This can't be good.