Female Various X Male Reader (On Hold)

Old Friends (Pharah X Iton Man Reader)

3rd POV

-Overwatch Headquarters-

"Things were so different from before, had to put together by cultivating many seeds, computers, and this vitality clinging to our society, advancing because of me, well, not just me, but everyone who takes a lot of skill for themselves to progress into much more creative way."

Y/n Stark, carrying all the effort for protecting the people, especially when his friends are in difficult problems, he's like a babysitter on the company. A company that redeems the world nation. He wasn't just a babysitter, the mechanic was their preferable title called from their people and his companions.

"It's needless to say that saving the world from these Talons, is excruciating pain in the ass. But, saving people is also my job and so as my team. One thing about my team is they love me, very much. I'm not going to discuss my experience with someone who is really kind, impassioned, sometimes rebellious. She'd had to patch her up every time on warfare. Wait, did I just tell them about my experience with her?, oh, lucky me, I thought I was telling it."

This was his recording a long time back when they're getting intimate with each other. The unhappiest element to them is allowing them to rest or parted ways, because of their responsibility and management.
Y/n felt awful for himself, understanding that everyone must be altered without notice with their eyes.

"Well, It's sad when your personal friend had to change, which I had to also. She had someone else, not because of jealousy but that cozy feeling between you and me is just inviting, you know?" While conversing in front of the camera, hands were on his forehead, resting, overlooking the camera, "I have to wrap this up, I'm not being a tearjerker, just bored with this nonsense matter."

In that middle sentence, Y/n unhurriedly put his hands on the table, putting the pressure to stand. "Friday, turn off the camcorder." The tape ends with him leaving the room.

-Present-

"Y/n." A female voice with her swiss german tone addresses to the sleek flat holographic display. Y/n was on the scene of it, though, he came off speechless, "Y/n?" She questioned this time, testing him if he'd respond.
When she was about to raise a question twice, she found out he was asleep.

Yet, at the same time, someone also joined the conversation, "Hey, Dr. Ziegler, can I say something significant during your chore?" He asked her, this voice is gruffly thick. Angela swivels to see the gorilla, "What is it, Winston?" She begged agreeably.

Winston didn't respond as he was sidetracked by someone napping on the live feed, he hoisted his glasses and said, "It's about him, but since I can't fit through that door on his basement, you can tell him personally that somethings immoral." The doctor creased her brow in curiosity about Winston taking Y/n on their accord.

After their chatting session ended, Angela had proceeded to roam the base finding her direction onto Y/n's basement. It wasn't hard to find when his artificial intelligent assistant enabled her to locate his cellar. While moving place to place, she takes a spectacle every particular compartment in the room. A workshop that Brigitte, Reinhardt, and Torbjorn performing their procedure, Lena, Genji, along with Hana and Lucio training inside the evaluation room where they engage their sparring contest or workout.

Below lives with Mei and Sojourn, assisting themselves in one substantial laboratory. Building and requiring their necessities for improvement in making something beneficial. Aside from that, she discovers the stairs leading down towards where 'the mechanic' is. Friday received an appreciation from Dr. Ziegler on her way in and carefully aware not to collapse with her high heels.