anonymous asked:

could you write a continuation of post 151590775885? i'm kinda really keen on them meeting again and s/o learning who 76 is/was, haha. thanks!

Of course!! That was my first Overwatch fic!! :D I’m glad you liked it!!

Continuation of this.

You had been spotting Solider: 76 all around Dorado for the last month and a half. He wasn’t hard to miss with that bright blue jacket and bright red visor, but there would be times where you thought you’d see him, look, and he’d be gone. Los Muertos activity had gone down, too, and while people worried about if they were planning some kind of new thing, they were mildly thankful to be able to walk the streets at night. Omnics especially.

You made your way to a nearby restaurant, humming to yourself, holding your bag tight just in case, when you spotted the owner’s daughter opening the door. “Ale!” you called. She whirled around to you with a grin.

“Oh hey!” she shouted back. She jogged over to you, jumping in place when she finally reached you. “Did mama tell you?”

“Tell me what, babe?” you asked her. She grinned and whirled around, falling into step with you as you walked towards the restaurant.

“I was saved by one of those heroes,” she whispered.

You stopped walking. “One of those heroes?” you asked.

She nodded and launched into your explanation, telling you how Soldier: 76 had saved her from a rogue group of Los Muertos when she had gone after them for her money. As she described the fight, you found yourself twisting your fingers together. The heroism sounded familiar. The fighting style, the take no prisoners mannerisms, the brashness. It was all…

Familiar.

You slowed you pace, chewing on your lip. “Ale, I need to go.”

“Aw, but I thought you were gonna stay for dinner!” she asked.

You gave her a faint smile. “Another time. I promise.”

She crossed her arms with a pout. “You better.”

You nodded and turned on your heel, following your path back to your apartment. You had hoped you would make there without incident, especially when you exited the stairs and walked into the open square without a problem.

But then they showed up. Los Muertos. Or, at least, a few of them.

Your shoulders slumped and you released a long, low sigh, digging through the bag at your hip for your wallet. “Look, I don’t want trouble,” you mumbled as they came closer. You held out the object, waving it at them as they closed in. “Just take my money and go. Okay? I just wanna go home.”

“You know,” one started. He swung a bat onto his shoulders as he closed into your personal space. “A little birdie dropped in and told us you have some old connections with that pinche pendejo that’s been runnin’ around, takin’ us out.”

You frowned, stepping back onto the steps leading up to another street. “Look I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, “But, seriously, I just want to go home. Please.”

The man dropped the bat onto the step next to your feet, chipping part of the concrete away. You jumped. “Now, I don’t wanna hurt you. But he messed up some of my boys real good. And I live by the motto ‘eye for an eye’.” He grinned and took another step, falling out of the light of the restaurant. His skull tattoos started to glow. “You get what I’m sayin’?”

There was a click, only audible in the pause between breaths. All eyes were drawn up to a figure perched on the ledge of a building behind you.

“Leave them alone,” he called, “Or you’ll be hurtin’ real bad tomorrow.”

It was enough to get them to creep back down the road, throwing a quick, “We’ll remember this” of their shoulders before they disappeared completely. You whirled around just in time to see Soldier: 76 jump down from the building, landing at the top of the stairs. He shifted his shoulders in the same pained movement he had when you had first seen him.

“You’re still here,” you whispered.

He dropped the front of his gun, letting the bottom rest on the top of his boot. “Dorado still has some things for me,” he replied.

You started up the steps, wringing your hands together. “Um,” you started. You stopped a step below him, looking up into his visor, staring into your own reflection. He tensed with your closeness. “Do I know you?” you tried. He lifted his foot, tossing his gun back into the air for him to catch, a sign that he was about to leave. “D-Do you know me!” you rephrased. You climbed the last step and reached out, gripping the front of his jacket before he was out of reach. “I know the answer to both of those is ‘yes’ so just say it for me!” you shouted, “I know who you are, I know but I don’t understand why you wouldn’t come find me, why you would choose to stay quiet and just—”

As you spoke, he slung his gun over his shoulder. You watched the movement, hands trembling when he reached out to cup your cheeks.

“You’re easy to remember,” you whispered, “You move the same. You fire the same. It didn’t take much for me to put it together, Ale told me you saved her, and the familiarity just didn’t sit right.”

He stayed quiet, just holding your face between his hands. “You couldn’t live with a dead man,” he finally answered, “And you needed to live. Even if that was without me.” He released your face and stepped back. Your hands fell from his jacket. Soldier: 76 turned away from you to walk down the street.

“You’re an idiot, Jack Morrison!” you called after him. He hunched his shoulders and froze. “If you believed that, you wouldn’t have stayed around so long! If you wanted that, you’d leave Dorado!”

Jack hovered under the arch in the road. As the echo of your voice faded away, he jogged out of sight. You felt the energy drain from your body and sat heavily on the stairs. Ale came to get you not too long after, saying that her mom wanted you to stay the night and that it wasn’t safe for you to go home so late, not now. You agreed and followed her in.

The next morning, as you sipped at your coffee, you watched the news switch to a breaking story, showing a shaky daylight video of Solider: 76 shooting down a hover truck full of robbers.

You smiled into your mug and took a long sip.