Widowmaker x Male Reader x Mercy

Introductions

A week has passed since (Y/n) joined Overwatch, he already was given his callsign: Spectre. What made (Y/n) unique was his armor it gave him the ability to go invisible for a short period of time.

Of course, it had it's flaws like if looked at closely one could see the outline of the camo tech as well as hear him coming. He relied upon stealth using a rifle that held next to no sound, because he was another stealth hero he quickly became friends with Genji Shimada. Genji approached (Y/n) first, welcoming him to the team and the like, which apparently was out of character of the cyborg ninja.

Genji was one of few amongst the small group of friends (Y/n) made among the people of Overwatch not that they were unkind (Y/n) just wasn't much of a social person. Another friend (Y/n) found was the outlaw Jesse McCree simply because the both of them loved the aesthetic of the old west. Hanzo was somewhat a friend mostly because Genji dragged him along to hang out with (Y/n).

(Y/n) and Hanzo shared a mutual respect for each other simply because of both of their straightforward nature.

Then there was one person (Y/n) had mixed and confusing feelings about.

Her name was Angela Ziegler or Mercy in the field the teams polite and kind doctor. She also greeted him and welcomed him to the team giving him the usual 'if ever need anything don't be afraid to ask' spiel doctor usually give. 

She tended to interact with him a lot at base asking him how he is or how one of the latest missions went or how his day was the usual small talk. Angela also had him assist her in the medical ward on occasion on paperwork or heavy lifting.

At first he tried to disregard her seeing her as an annoyance until he spent more time with her finding her kindness charming.

Today was another day of doing nothing for (Y/n), there was no Talon threat as of late or mission in general leaving the team with some free time. 

(Y/n) let out a yawn of boredom as he scrolled through his phone relaxing next to Jesse on the couch the Cowboy was watching an old western on the TV. Meanwhile Genji sat on the floor back against the couch itself meditating. (Y/n) liked another photo on his phone social media as he scrolled when he heard light footsteps make their way towards the living area of the base.

Glancing up he spotted Angela walking towards them a clipboard in hand and a warm friendly smile on her face. 

"Hello gentlemen! Could I borrow you (Y/n)? I need some assistance with some of the medical equipment and Reinhardt is nowhere to be found." Angela asked with a slight hint of red on her cheeks as she looked away bashful.

Jesse looked over at Genji Who looked up at the cowboy both shared a knowing look as they looked at (Y/n) waiting for his response.

"Hm, sure Dr. Ziegler leas the way." (Y/n) stated ignoring McCree's teasing grin.

"Please (Y/n), I've told you before call me Angela I don't go around calling my friend Mr. (L/n) do I?" She said smiling at the man.

(Y/n) let out a hum and looked over at Angela making her blush and go sheepish.

"That was a joke." Angela stated averting his gaze, (Y/n) noticed the red tinting her cheeks and raised a hand to her head checking her temperature making her blush deepen.

"(Y/n) W-What are Y-You doing?" Angela asked.

"I'm checking your temperature your acting...strange." (Y/n) said.

"Well, rest assured I'm well (Y/n) thank you for your concern." She saif giving him a smile.

(Y/n) let a small smile grace his face as he turned and headed to the medical ward.

"Come let us get to work." He stated walking of leaving her standing there, a blushing mess.

" 'Mr.(L/n)' nice joke Angela, he practically died with laughter." Angela muttered to herself as she let out a sigh.

"How am I supposed to show how I feel if he's completely oblivious to it! Am I not showing it right? Has he never felt love? Or...does he not feel the same way?" Angela shook those thoughts from her mind she will just have to keep trying he'll notice eventually surely.

Angela started walking heading towards the medical ward.

Angela opened the door to her office to find (Y/n) setting the last of the boxes down onto the floor and his left robotic arm start to shaking uncontrollably. (Y/n) lifted his other robotic arm and grabbed the metallic wrist seizing the arm and attempting to stop it's shaking.

"Malfunctioning again?" Angela asked as she walked up beside the man.

"Yeah, it's not as bad as it was before thanks to you." (Y/n) said making her blush again.

"Well let get it fixed shall we? I'm not as good as Winston with technology but I do know to repair a arm." Angela said as she had (Y/n) sit on a futuristic chair and rest his arm in a strange device that scanned his robotic appendage.

"Sometimes I still miss the real thing. I used to have a tattoo here (Y/n) pointed a robotic digit on his lower arm.

"What was it? May I ask?" Angela questioned politely as she unhooked a device connected to a cord with a long needle on it and opened a port in the wrist designed for the device. She then injected the needle in the port without hesitation knowing it won't cause (Y/n) pain.

"It was of my military regiment's symbol from before I joined Overwatch where I lost my..arms." (Y/n) stated as he stared down at the gunmetal grey robotic arm with orange secondary accents.

"I'm sorry if I brought back any unwanted memories." Angela said with sincerity hoping she didn't upset him.

"It's fine, It's in the past." (Y/n) said giving her another smile to which she returned with on of her own before focusing back on her work.

She then turned to a monitor and tapped the glowing buttons.

"Right, try to move your arm for me." (Y/n) did as requested the arm shook slightly as he twisted the wrist a certain way.

Angela hummed and tapped a few more buttons.

"Try now." Again, (Y/n) tried to turn his wrist only for it to shake only a bit less.

"Hmm, I think I see the problem give me a moment." Angela tapped the button a little bit longer than before then turned to him waiting.

This time the arm did not shake and turned exactly as (Y/n) desired it to.

"Wúnderbar! Your good as new (Y/n). But just to be safe make sure to practice with your rifle and return to me if you have any further problems." Angela stated as she pulled the device from his arm and closed the port.

"Thank you Dr- ...Angela." (Y/n) corrected as he stood up from his chair and nodded to her watching her smile grow as if that made her day. (Y/n) turned and hesitantly left the room.

As he walked down the hall back to his friends he messed with his robotic arm that just got repaired twisting the wrist and curling the fingers into a fist and he thought the fluttering feeling he was being afflicted by coming full force as he thought about Angela.

Unknown to him a figure watched from outside the window sniper rifle trained on him as the owner spied on her prey.

"Voici donc leur nouvelle recrue, intéressante."