Overwatch Oneshots

(Y/N) = Your name

(H/C) = Your hair colour

(Y/L) = Your hair length

(E/C) = Your eye colour

Flashbacks

~Present day~

I was gone... For the longest time, I haven't been able to feel emotions... My mom thought there was something wrong with me when I lost my eye and didn't scream in pain. She thought there was something wrong with me when I watched people die on the battlefield and I didn't have any reaction to the bloodshed around me. Though one day she sent me away to train as one of Talon's agents. They were brutal but I didn't mind... I had unnatural stamina and tolerance to pain, they put me through intense stress, something that would make anyone else feel strained and near death; but not me. I stood out from the rest of the crowd as a natural born leader. So I became the leader of a squadron with the alias Blind Eye.

The name, of course, was from my one eye. Most people would find it a disadvantage. But I find eyesight a mere necessity. I didn't need it to survive... Well, that's what I thought. People would find me crazy, but I was used to it. No one could've seen me coming from a normal family with normal lives. A father that was too busy with his own work to catch up with me, and a mother that tried her best to keep everything together. She tried to give me everything; a home, a job, a boyfriend... That's when I finally snapped...

 It was a dark night... The wind was howling like a wolf at the moon on this night... Something felt different... Like someone was in the house with me. I suddenly heard the clacking of heels on the cobbled path outside, followed by the voice of my mother. "(Y/N)! Are you home sweetie?" I sighed and stood up, putting my book I was reading down and walking downstairs. "I can't believe she came to my house on my birthday... I just wanted some peace and quiet for once." I slowly trudged downstairs, opening the door to reveal my mother with a tall dark male, He was handsome I had to admit. But I wasn't interested... I liked the look of girls much more.

I begrudgingly beckoned them in and sat them on the couch, making my mother some tea and setting it down on the coffee table in front of her. "To what do I owe the visit mother?" I made a strained smile and internally shut down for the next ten minutes as she started going on and on about my life, which she herself had no part in. "So then I came to the topic of marriage and set you up for a dating site." She spat from her mouth like it was the most normal thing on earth. I froze and started slightly trembling. "So on that dating site, I met this lovely young man. He would like to take your hand in marriage. He's very wealthy." After that. I thought to myself.

'This is only for the money... She wants the riches to live her life in luxury.' I sigh and stood up. "Mother. I'm not marrying a man I have just met. I'm not marrying anyone. I'm not ready!" I started to feel something humans call rage. It took over my body and made me feel like a furnace. That's when he stood up, slightly taller than me, standing at 6'1. He glared down at me. "That is no way a lady should talk. You shall be punished."  He raised his hand and after that, it's all a blur... All I remember is screaming and crimson. A dark crimson liquid staining my floor and the screams of my mother and the man. 

Then I ran...

I try to remember what happened, but it all mixes into different memories. I sighed and looked around at where I was standing now... The payload in King's Row... My henchmen standing with me as we commenced the battle. Bloodshed was common. As was dying, but I hated it all the same. Though I had brought this on myself... So I used my instinct and started shooting. I was either going to live or die. So I decided to live. I remember what my old 'friend' said when we played together on rainy days. Pretending we were Overwatch heroes... "Heroes Never Die..."

I whispered it to myself as I ran forward to start advancing the payload, protecting it all the same. I shot random snipers and tanks down, getting shot a few times but forgetting about it. That's when I saw a beauty descend from the Heavens. My eyes widened as she spotted me and froze. I tried screaming out her name before falling to the floor in pain, as I got shot through the chest, near enough to nearly hit my heart. But I saw her run towards me as I fell to the ground and blacked out. 

"Angela!"

~Mercy's P.O.V~

I was entrusted with the life of my team, Ana having a temporary step down as she was old and needed to regenerate the life in her. So I came. Dr Angela Ziegler. As I ran onto the battlefield, I realised how many people had already been taken down, most Talon soldiers that had lost their way. I ran to a rooftop and jumped down near the moving payload, reviving most of my friends and watched at Tracer ran off. I got my gun ready to start shooting at Talon agents until I noticed a hooded figure. Their (E/C) eyes shining under their hood as their (H/C) hair was visible. I realised who it was and my eyes widened as we stared at each other. She had stopped walking before breaking out into a sprint, pushing her arms out towards me. A gun went off and she started falling to the ground. "Angela!"

"(Y/N)!" I ran to her side and picked her up, getting her to safety and healing her before we stopped the payload and went home... I took (Y/N) straight to the medical bay and lied her down, checking her vitals. I stayed up all night looking after her... I fell asleep at her side...

~(Y/N)'s P.O.V~

I felt light shine on my eyelids as I slowly regained consciousness. My eyesight slowly coming back as I opened my eye to see a white ceiling. A hospital... And someone had drawn on it a silly illustration of a man firing an arrow and hitting a cowboy in the back of the head. I found it strange but just shrugged. That's when I heard the movement beside me. Angela... Her body started to shift as she started waking up. "I see you're awake... How are you feeling?"

"A little sore but I'll be fine."

"That's good. I just need to run some diagnostics and then you are free to leave..." Angela slowly and sleepily got up, looking after me for a while before smiling. "(Y/N)... I have something to confess." I sat up and nodded, looking into her eyes that were unreadable. So I smiled softly, the first ever genuine smile I had ever given. "Yeah? What is it?"

"Jag älskar dig (Y/N)." 

I felt my heart beat fast as I smiled.

"Jag älskar dig också Angela..."