Banter 1

Synopsis: In which Fareeha Amari makes good use of her sense of humor and Lena Oxton gapes.

Pairing: Pharmercy / Rocket Angel (Fareeha “Pharah” Amari / Angela “Mercy” Ziegler)

Fareeha Amari is not known for her loquaciousness. Nor is she particularly known for her indulgence in team banter. She’s a bulkhead, stalwart and strong, but predictable; set in ways molded by her mother, the army, and her culture, in turns. It’s a challenge to pull a smile from her; a feat of heroism to earn a chuckle; a miracle to elicit a genuine laugh.

Lena Oxton knows. She’s been trying.

So, when she sees Fareeha bloody Amari doubled over in a fit of laughter through the crack of the hangar door, she just has to stick her neck through the opening to see what in blazes could disarm the heir to Overwatch’s second-in-command so thoroughly.

It comes as an absolute surprise when she sees the good doctor, Angela Ziegler, that paragon of healing and professionalism, smirking at Fareeha, her soft blue eyes dancing with a fondness Lena only sees in those brief moments when Mercy saves a life.

She likes that look on Angela, Lena decides.

“Honestly, Fareeha. You need another line. You must say it in your sleep.”

Fareeha lifts her head, swiping the edge of her hand against her eye and wiping away a tear.

“What, you haven’t heard me practicing in the shower?”

“Practice! I thought that was something else entirely.”

Lena almost chokes on her own spit.

Pharah straightens, grinning; eyes gleaming.

“If that were the case — wouldn’t you want it to be your name I’d be practicing?”

Lena recalls right then and there, but not before she sees Doctor Angela Ziegler splutter, turning red from her ears to her chest.

0-1 Pharah, it seems.

Author’s Note: This is like, not even 300 words so it isn’t going under a cut. I’m so sick, y’all, like, I can’t make it up the stairs without feeling faint. But the tag needed some positivity, so hi, have fun with these two dorks.

Because @agenthill has gotten me in the habit of dedicating things to folks, this one goes out to her, @asynca (thanks for torturing me, boss), @commander-roastedwolf, and @nocturnmuse and @tucksons-booktrade who never fail to make me laugh… even at my own expense.

Shiiiiit I’m gonna be tagging my whole mutuals list at this rate. Ignore me; I’m feverish.

Bonding Session

All was quiet in the Overwatch base, most of its agents having gone to bed hours ago. Mercy is not unaccustomed to staying up late. Most nights she found herself caught up in her research well into the hours of 3 and 4 in the morning. This night was no different.

Mercy had been following a trail of bread crumbs in search of a breakthrough in her nanotechnology for a week now, and she could see an end in sight. Normally, Angela wouldn’t risk waking up anyone by wandering the empty halls of the old base this late at night, but having gone through her entire pot of coffee, she was left with no choice but to make more if she were to be able to continue.

Angela wasn’t really surprised to see that the kitchen lights were already on, and that someone was awake at this ungodly hour. PTSD ran in the Overwatch family, and many of its agents were prone to it. Unless it was Hana of course. Angela couldn’t even count how many times she had practically forced the girl back to her sleeping quarters after finding her raiding the pantry for “gaming grub”. Said “grub” being unhealthy snacks such as those Doritos chips and Mountain Dew.

What did surprise Angela was finding out that it was actually Fareeha Amari who was up so late.

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