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Innovation at 100

Air travel, spaceflight, robotic solar-system missions: science fiction to those alive at the turn of the 20th century became science fact to those living in the 21st. 

America’s aerospace future has been literally made at our Langley Research Center by the best and brightest the country can offer. Here are some of the many highlights from a century of ingenuity and invention.

Making the Modern Airplane

In times of peace and war, Langley helped to create a better airplane, including unique wing shapes, sturdier structures, the first engine cowlings, and drag cleanup that enabled the Allies to win World War II.

In 1938 Langley mounted the navy’s Brewster XF2A-1 Buffalo in the Full-Scale Tunnel for drag reduction studies.

Wind Goes to Work

Langley broke new ground in aeronautical research with a suite of first-of-their-kind wind tunnels that led to numerous advances in commercial, military and vertical flight, such as helicopters and other rotorcraft. 

Airflow turning vanes in Langley’s 16-Foot Transonic Tunnel.

Aeronautics Breakthroughs

Aviation Hall of Famer Richard Whitcomb’s area rule made practical jet flight a reality and, thanks to his development of winglets and the supercritical wing, enabled jets to save fuel and fly more efficiently.

Richard Whitcomb examines a model aircraft incorporating his area rule.

Making Space

Langley researchers laid the foundation for the U.S. manned space program, played a critical role in the Mercury, Gemini and Apollo programs, and developed the lunar-orbit rendezvous concept that made the Moon landing possible.

Neil Armstrong trained for the historic Apollo 11 mission at the Lunar Landing Research Facility,

Safer Air Above and Below

Langley research into robust aircraft design and construction, runway safety grooving, wind shear, airspace management and lightning protection has aimed to minimize, even eliminate air-travel mishaps

NASA’s Boeing 737 as it approached a thunderstorm during microburst wind shear research in Colorado in 1992.

Tracking Earth from Aloft

Development by Langley of a variety of satellite-borne instrumentation has enabled real-time monitoring of planet-wide atmospheric chemistry, air quality, upper-atmosphere ozone concentrations, the effects of clouds and air-suspended particles on climate, and other conditions affecting Earth’s biosphere.

Crucial Shuttle Contributions

Among a number of vital contributions to the creation of the U.S. fleet of space shuttles, Langley developed preliminary shuttle designs and conducted 60,000 hours of wind tunnel tests to analyze aerodynamic forces affecting shuttle launch, flight and landing.

Space Shuttle model in the Langley wind tunnel.

Decidedly Digital

Helping aeronautics transition from analog to digital, Langley has worked on aircraft controls, glass cockpits, computer-aided synthetic vision and a variety of safety-enhancing onboard sensors to better monitor conditions while airborne and on the ground.

Aerospace research engineer Kyle Ellis uses computer-aided synthetic vision technology in a flight deck simulator.

Fast, Faster, Fastest

Langley continues to study ways to make higher-speed air travel a reality, from about twice the speed of sound – supersonic – to multiple times: hypersonic.

Langley continues to study ways to make higher-speed air travel a reality, from about twice the speed of sound – supersonic – to multiple times: hypersonic.

Safer Space Sojourns

Protecting astronauts from harm is the aim of Langley’s work on the Orion Launch Abort System, while its work on materials and structures for lightweight and affordable space transportation and habitation will keep future space travelers safe.

Unmasking the Red Planet

Beginning with its leadership role in Project Viking, Langley has helped to unmask Martian mysteries with a to-date involvement in seven Mars missions, with participation in more likely to come.

First image of Mars taken by Viking 1 Lander.

Touchdown Without Terror

Langley’s continued work on advanced entry, descent and landing systems aims to make touchdowns on future planetary missions routinely safe and secure.

Artist concept of NASA’s Hypersonic Inflatable Aerodynamic Decelerator - an entry, descent and landing technology.

Going Green

Helping to create environmentally benign aeronautical technologies has been a focus of Langley research, including concepts to reduce drag, weight, fuel consumption, emissions, and lessen noise.

Intrepid Inventors

With a history developing next-generation composite structures and components, Langley innovators continue to garner awards for a variety of aerospace inventions with a wide array of terrestrial applications.

Boron Nitride Nanotubes: High performance, multi-use nanotube material.

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Humans are weird

Again, I had a thought.

So, Human protectiveness. Sure, we can be aggressive when protecting our friends but not always. We can have different levels of it.

If some nasty Alien is disrespecting your crew member Nala by telling bad jokes and stabbing at her species you just grab Nala’s slim form and turn her around.
“Ignore that idiot, you and I are having Ice Cream with Netflix. Did I tell you your tentacles look sooo shiny today?”
Like, we make them forget the bad and remind them they have nice friends anyways.

Then we have verbal abuse. Very clever and mean ways to break spirit.
“What did you say to our Captain? You with your [insert word] and your [insert word] are so awful you should never have left home you [bleeep] [bleep]! Don’t even get me started on that tail.”
Our crew is silent because they never thought we had that vocabulary. That we could nail down another creatures faults and flaws and ultimately break someone’s spirit. The other Aliens leave with their tail behind their legs, devastated.

But don’t threaten us. Because there is no turning back from a human who has been disrespected and threatened.

War'lac had known it was a bad idea to bring two humans along to the negotiation. But the Pleets had insisted, wanting to see what the humans were like up close. The Pleets, fat and gross beings with four black eyes and bio blades along their forearms, enjoyed war and pillage. The humans had declined working with their kind and for good reason.
Human Jenna had been calm the entire meeting but Human Becca had silently been fuming as the Pleets stated their requests.
“You have entered a zone that we conquered 6 clicks ago. Comply or perish.” The Pleet leader said and Wer'lac shrunk back.
“We won’t last to the next solar system without our rations! And we only have a defensive weapon to use against stray asteroids. To pick it apart and hand it over…”
They laughed and Wer'lac knew it was useless. Their own crew were not species of fighting or war. They were explorers and scientists.
“And also, if you do not comply quickly, we will start by taking your humans.” Their leader said and pointed at Jenna with a green finger. Human Jenna looked genuinely surprised and Human Becca… she had that infamous stare in her eyes.
“What?” Human Becca asked, her voice ice cold. Wer'lac flinched and tried to calm their human.
“We’ll grab the cute one, and destroy her before your very eyes. Skin her alive and tie her up agains the cockpit glass. ”
The Pleets laughed and Wer'lac looked at them with horror. He glanced at Human Jenna, who was barely breathing. No, she was staring just as Human Becca was. Human Becca stood slowly and leaned across the table on her hands. Her voice lowered without breaking the stare.
“What did you say?” She asked, a calm wrath in her voice. Wer'lac looked between them, helplessly.
“Don’t worry, we can do the same to you too.” The Pleets leader said, showing teeth. That was the last thing he said.
Human Jenna and Human Becca never shared at word or look but still sprung at the same time. Across the table they jumped one Pleet each and then chaos broke loose.
Bones were broken. Skin was torn open by scratching. It was a dance of legs and arms inflicting damage with every hit. Eyes were dug out of their skulls with clawed fingers.

Wer'lac had assumed that Human Jenna had sharpened her finger nails that morning for aesthetic purposes. That’s what she had told him. Now he felt uncertain of it.

Human Becca had dislocated an arm and torn it from its owners body. She inspected it closely and then dumped it on the floor. Three were dead, two moaned in pain and the last one limped away. Human Jenna looked after him but shrugged.
“Let him tell the others. They’ll learn to not cross us again.” She said. Human Becca looked at her stained clothes and sniffed the blood.
“It smells spicy. You think we can eat them?” She asked. Jenna shrugged.
“Only one way to find out.”

Wer'lac sat frozen in his seat. He had forgotten the tales of human encounters and the warnings they came with. The humans in his crew had been so nice and docile and protective he had forgotten their true nature.
Apex omnivorous predators. Stalkers and killers. Intelligent and creative.
He was happy to have them on his side and not the other way around.

Glass cockpit - All instruments in a screen

Avionics- Glass cockpit

Glass cockpit avionics are a class of avionics, which uses light indications and/or screens to indicate all the parameters and indications needed for the operation of the aircraft. There are numerous aircraft types today flying with glass cockpit configurations, due to the simplicity and user friendlier interfaces.

In early days, glass cockpit use was limited to PFD (Primary Functions Displays), MFD (Multi Function Displays) or a PFD that incorporated MFD functionality. Those early glass cockpits paved the way for ever more complex and advanced avionics driving us now to an almost paperless cockpit. The main reason that such avionics were invented was that the limited space in the cockpit of an aircraft, could not fit all the needed avionics that the pilots needed to have direct access. The typical avionics of the pre-glass cockpit era were bulky heavy and made a total mess with their wires and tubes, practically making the back of the panel/firewall a total jungle of tangled wiry things and labels

Commercial aviation

In commercial aviation simple glass cockpits, were firstly introduced in medium Jets(B734,MD-80,A310,), then fund implications in heavier jets(A300,B744,B672) and business jets. These early glass cockpits were mostly limited in indicating the flight crew with all the vital indications that conventional instruments would do, but in a more suitable way. For example in the case of the air speed indicator in glass cockpits there were now automated needles that moves, let’s say when the pilot retracted the flaps or extended the landing gear to clearly indicate the new operation speed limits of the aircraft in that configuration. Also all autopilot indications and bags were incorporated in the glass cockpit for greater easiness. But the most crucial change was the HSI (The main navigation instrument up to that day), had a meeting with the garbage can. It was totally replaced with an all new design that gave the pilot all the indications that he wanted. Incorporated moving maps with live route-distance-time indications, weather radars, combined HIS and RMI functionality it was the Christmas present that any pilot of that era could have wished.

Hello EICAS, Goodbye flight engineer.

Later came the EICAS system(Engine Indicating and Crew Alerting System), which was very bad news for one particular airman in the cockpit. The flight engineer now could retire or get his hands dirty again in the hangar, since he had no job in the cockpit. EICAS is an integrated system used to provide aircraft crew with aircraft engines and other systems instrumentation and crew annunciations. This system incorporated also annunciator panel with prioritized colored indications and advised solutions, some came with even intergraded checklists. This system clearly offered the aircrew with a powerful toll to cope with any improper indications, simply scanning 1 or 2 screens instead of 1 great and complex flight engineer panel, which needed an independent controller to supervise. The difference can be clearly seen in the case of the Douglas DC10 and the Douglas MD11, which was the first jumbo jet to do without flight engineer.

Everyday pilot get a new file saving tool.

The next step was to find their way to a wider market, and in the crammed cockpits of GA(General Aviation) aircraft. These implications came with many challenges, first and foremost how to fit the computer banks needed in bigger commercial aircraft (We are talking for a whole room) in a very very small panel. Garmin took the challenge and came up with the striking G1000, which is an all round full panel substitute. If you want to retrofit your Cessna 172 to Garmin G1000 you will have to wave goodbye to all your existing instruments, radios, receivers, indicators and the stupid vacuum pump ware. The G1000 has almost no moving parts to have mechanical wear, so no more inop labels on the panelJ. After Garmin came many other companies like Dynon and MGL avionics that are mainly targeting experimental and ULM markets. These days you can buy and have a full glass cockpit panel for your ULM ultralight aircraft with full autopilot and altitude hold, moving maps and synthetic vision for as much as 6000$.

Warmth - A Collins/Reader Imagine

Originally posted by sweetsugarhoneyfics

Requested by multiple anons!

Summary: The reader helps her father and brother save the soldiers at Dunkirk, but end up saving a pilots along the way.

Word Count: 1734

Warnings: Mentions of death.

Disclaimer: Collins is my faveee :) I had multiple prompts to do something like this, so I figured I’d combine them into one. Please let me know what ya think, and keep sending in requests!

The minute Y/N watched the pilot’s spitfire crash into the ocean, she felt her heart drop. There was someone in there, and she may have just witnessed death for the first time. It may be nothing compared to some of the things the men they were going to save had seen, but for her, this was a first.

She heard her brother, Peter, arguing with her father over whether the fallen spitfire was worth going after.

“He could be alive!” the sound of her own voice startled her, she thought about her older brother and her stomach clenched with anxiety. He could be alive.

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All I want is for Keith and Lance to become the Legolas and Gimli of the team where they’re each counting how many Galra they take out during a fight and are stupidly proud boasting to one another about their final count at the end of each battle

[Bonus: Lance snipes the pilot of a fighter ship right through the cockpit glass, timing it so that he crashes straight through the front of a flagship and takes down an entire command center. Keith, outraged: “That STILL ONLY COUNTS AS ONE!”]

moustache-conversationalist  asked:

6 for victoria/liam/jaal if you still want prompts?

#6 - piggyback rides. I may have taken some liberties with Tempest architecture regarding ladder locations. And this got out of hand real fast. Real fast.


Ryder’s high-pitched squeal pulls Jaal’s attention away from his tinkering. Curious, he steps out of the tech lab, only to nearly collide with Drack and…Ryder? Held on his back as he runs three times around the research console, and into the cockpit? Jaal watches, equal parts confused and fascinated.

With perhaps a tinge of concern. These are the people he trusts to watch his back in a firefight.

“I’m going to catch you, old man!” Liam cries as he exits the cargo bay, Peebee on his back.

“Doesn’t look like it!” Drack calls, his heavy footsteps echoing over the glass walkway. The cockpit doors hiss open, and then closed, and open again. Drack comes back out while Liam’s in his second lap of the center console. He’s strolling now, with Ryder grinning wide and triumphantly holding a scrap of green fabric over her head.

Liam groans and releases his hold on Peebee’s legs, letting her step down to the floor. “Damn,” he says.

Drack and Ryder do a slow lap around the room, high-fiving their crew mates.

“You tried,” Peebee says, a half-hearted attempt at consolation. “Dibs on Vetra next time, she’s speedy.” She twirls a bit and leans against the console, next to Vetra. She winks at the turian.

“Ouch,” Liam says, clasping his hand over his chest. “Harsh.”

She shrugs. “You lost this on the ladders. To Drack.”

“All hail the undefeated champions of the Tempest obstacle course!” Ryder shouts at the end of their victory lap, raising both arms up in triumph.

“You’ve done this twice,” Lexi says.

Jaal’s new to the Tempest, only been on board a week and a half, and his fellow crew often need to explain their tone or sarcasm or jokes. But Lexi’s disapproval is as clear as the waterfalls on Aya.

Drack shrugs. “Still won both times, didn’t we?”

Lexi just shakes her head, and mutters to herself under her breath.

Ryder hops down, a wide smile on her face, and drapes the green fabric in a haphazard sash over Drack’s armor. He slings his thick, armored arm around her shoulders and she stumbles a bit under the sudden weight, but stands straight, grinning.

She catches sight of Jaal watching, and gives him a little wave.


There’s a crown to consider now. Made of a dull metal amalgam with mismatched gemstones (and several pieces of what Jaal thinks might accidentally be bone) around the tips, the crown is hideous. But it is a crown nonetheless, and ever since Suvi and Vetra finally defeated Ryder and Drack several months ago, the crown has passed from team to team. And it is up for grabs again tomorrow.

Ryder plops back down on the bed, tucks her bare legs under her, and turns on the holoprojector. Kallo’s plans for the new obstacle course flicker into the air. The lights dim, and the windows darken, letting the map glow bright blue.

Three teams of three this time. They’re allowed to switch configurations as often as they want, but one member must be on the back of another at all times. The rest of the rules are the same as always: no intentional physical contact with other teams, and don’t break the ship.

(Other, rather specific rules have surfaced over the past months, for participants and course-makers alike: leave the pyjak alone, walls are not floors, access hatches and crawlspaces are not valid means of avoiding the laser grid section, the floor is not allowed to actually be lava.

Jaal’s favorite is “no use of biotics to adjust local gravity,” which turned, after the very next race, into “no adjusting local gravity by any means at all.”

But by and large, the basic rules are enough.)

“Okay,” Ryder says, pushing her hair out of her eyes. She zooms in on the cargo bay. It’s a mess of ropes and rickety makeshift bridges, with no clear route from the armory up to the second floor doorway.

Jaal tries to trace a path with his finger, but winds up in a dead end inside the Nomad within six steps.

“This the configuration he’s using?” Liam asks.

Ryder takes a swig of her beer. “Hope so.” She squints at the hologram. “I take that back. I hope not.” Her lips twist into a frown and her nose scrunches up.

The Concentration Face, Peebee calls it. The expression looks absurd on her, but Jaal’s never seen it fail. Ryder’s eyes shift slightly right, and she tilts her head.

“I have an idea.”

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The beginning of forever

A much needed proposal fic for Andromeda’s cutest couple.  Enjoy!

Scott’s not exactly sure what prompted Gil to wake him and drag him by the hand to the cockpit of all places in the middle of the ship’s night cycle. Everyone else was sound asleep, including Kallo, so whatever is was, clearly Gil wanted to keep to themselves.  They weren’t in any immediate danger; the mission to help the Resistance mop up remaining Kett forces on Voeld was a complete success.  Scratch not sure, he was at a complete loss.  His boyfriend refused to answer any questions he had, just told him to move his ‘pretty ass’ (which earned Gil a playful swat on the arm).

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No Son Of Mine, a Yondu & Peter snippet from an upcoming fic

It’s called a Stavloxian canon, and they’re gonna steal it. Or rather, Peter is.

“You gotta be kidding me.”

Yondu points to his smirk. “This look like the face of a kidding man?”

Quill, examining the specs for the Stavlox fortress they’re due to arrive at in T-minus forty, decides it’s in his best interests not to answer. The pad projects the base’s blueprints over the m-ship console, a tactile diagram that can be rolled, turned, moved from side to side and exploded according to the inexpert twists of Quill’s gloved hand. It’s a glistening bauble, tethered to the holopad by a stream of photons which whirl fast as dust in a tornado. Yondu nods at a cluster of pipes on what is currently the station’s underside. 

“Thas yer in.”

“You want me to crawl through them?” Peter spins the map so the pipes are at eye-level, and fumbles up the scale gauge. His gape almost dislocates his jaw. “They’re tiny!”

“So are you. Now, you bang your chest and do what yer told, son. Like any other Ravager.”

Peter stiffens. “Don’t call me that.”

“What, a Ravager?” If Xandarian brats shock their mommies and daddies by saying they want to be space pirates when they grow up, do juvenile space pirates tell their captains they want to be Nova Corpsmen? But Peter doesn’t start babbling about wanting to pin a star to his lapel and swear his loyalty to the Prime. He hunches on his high-boosted copilot’s seat. His pink face is dappled by freckles and the reflections from the hangar lights, which glance off the toys glued along Yondu’s dashboard and strung from the curved cockpit glass overhead.

“Don’t call me ‘son’,” he mutters, to the clenched fists in his lap. “I ain’t.”

Yondu guffaws until his gut aches. “Well obviously,” he says, still sniggering, “You ain’t nearly so blue. Or pretty.”

Peter scoffs. Yondu feigns offence that the kid thinks he’s anything less than a Celestial’s Great Gift to the Galaxy, and makes a mental note to call Peter son at every given opportunity. By the time he pins the spacemask behind Quill’s ear and boots him out the airlock with an order not to get himself dead, he’s still chuckling.

Him, a father? Fuck, that’s like calling Vogon slam poetry nights a good first date.

Eight Stirlings of 75 Squadron and seven crews were lost during two raids over Berlin in August 1943.
By this time the Germans were using fighter versions of the Junkers Ju-88 medium bomber against British bomber streams, equipped with the schrage musik system -high-angle cannons that enabled the Germans to attack the vulnerable underside of the bomber.
One was shot down by Stirling rear gunner Sergeant Iwi Te Aika of Christchurch during a raid over Hannover in September 1943.
To let Te Aika get the shot, pilot Des Horgan stood the Stirling on its tail and the big bomber fell out of the sky.
Horgan recovered only 200 feet above the streets of Hannover after a maximum-G pullout that caused massive damage to the aircraft –but he managed to nurse his aircraft back to England.

Kiwi Air Power: A History of the RNZAF to the End of the Cold War, by Matthew Wright

“Towards the end of 1943, Bomber Command had become aware of a rapid spike in their loss rate over Germany… This increase was mainly due to the Germans having developed vertically firing 20 mm cannons that were mounted on the fuselage of their night fighters. Dad explained that, with this new development, the Germans would fly directly beneath the bomber and fire vertically up into the open bomb bay doors of the Stirling.
To counter this, Dad devised and practiced a manoeuvre over England whereby he would pull back on the stick and point the plane skyward. This position would enable Dad’s tail gunner, Iwi Te Aika, to have an open shot at the ‘bogey’ (enemy aircraft) below.
On Dad’s 4th Op over Hanover, this scenario unfolded with near disastrous consequences.
Te Aika radioed Dad saying there was a bogey coming in directly underneath them. Dad initiated the practised manoeuvre, pulling the plane up and Te Aika was able to shoot and destroy the JU 88 beneath them. However, instead of slipping to Port or Starboard, Dad’s 20 ton Stirling bomber, fell out of the sky backwards, into an uncontrolled inverted dive. At this point, Dad found himself pinned to the plexi-glass cockpit dome by his Bomb Aimer, who had fallen on top of him.
Dad managed to put both feet on the control console, strap himself back into the pilots seat and with every ounce of guile and determination, got the aircraft under control, clearing the ground by a mere 150–200 ft. Dad said while he was pulling the plane out of this dive, he could hear a chorus of bolts popping in the fuselage and wings. Dad clearly recollected seeing three people on a street corner in Hanover looking skyward and running for all they were worth.
In testament to Dad’s piloting skills, they managed to successfully limp home where the Stirling was declared a hopeless write-off, never to be flown again.”

For the First Time in Forever

Could you do a sister reader x Starlord where the reader was left on earth when Peter disappeared and it’s like a few years later where he comes back. Double points if you work that the reader is dating Bucky and Peter gets all overprotective.

Note: I decided on fiancé rather than dating since I figure that would be a bigger deal and call for a more overprotective Peter. Also I made the reader and Peter twins.

“Do you think he’ll remember me?” you said as you wrapped your arms around your waist looking up into the clear blue sky.

“He will doll. If you two were as close as you say you were then he would be crazy not to” Bucky said as he moved behind you wrapping you up in his arms. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart, if anyone should be worried it should be me” he mumbled into your neck after placing a sweet kiss there. You leaned into him and sighed. You were (Y/N) Quill and Bucky was your fiancé.

It had been 26 years since you had seen your twin brother Peter. You were both young kids the last time you saw him. You missed him so much and you thought you’d never see him again. Besides your grandfather, he was all the family you had left. With your grandfather’s passing a few years ago, you thought you were all alone. Then you joined the Avengers and finally found a place where you belonged and a new family. You found your soon to be husband whom you loved with all your heart. Just when everything started to fall into place for you, Tony received some sort of transmission requesting help from space. After answering the transmission you all soon discovered that this outlaw, Star-Lord, was actually your brother. He needed to land on Earth to fix his spaceship and Tony offered him the perfect place to land without causing too much trouble. He even offered to help fix Peter’s ship. You were so excited and nervous to see your brother after so long. You always knew we was alive, call it intuition, and you were finally going to see him again.

“He’ll love you Bucky. Please don’t worry. Now that I think about it, you both act a lot alike” you said as you turned around in his arms to place a kiss on his scruffy cheek. He looked at you with such love and adoration that you knew Peter would be happy with your choice, and if he wasn’t? Well, you’d make him see. You took Bucky’s hand and led him to the couch as you both waited for Jarvis to alert you of the ship’s arrival.

“In what way?” Bucky asked as he slipped an arm around you.

“I just remember how stubborn Peter was when we were kids, and he could always make me laugh” you said quietly resting your head on his shoulder. “You and I both know how stubborn you can be and I love how you can always make me smile”

“Hey, you’re one to talk doll. Stubborn, pff” he joked.

Miss (Y/N)?

“Yes Jarvis?” you asked as you sat up and held Bucky’s hand tightly.

Mr. Stark has asked me to inform you that Mr. Quill’s ship will be arriving on the landing pad in 5 minutes.

“Thanks J!” you replied as stood up quickly and began adjusting your clothes and hair. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to gain composure and not burst into tears yet. You felt a cool touch to you cheek and opened your eyes to see Bucky gently caressing your cheek with his left hand.

“Calm down doll. I know you’re freaking out right now but you don’t have anything to worry about. Come on let’s go. We don’t wanna be late” he said as he kissed your forehead and slipped his human hand into yours, tugging you to the elevator. You smiled and followed him inside as he pushed the button and the doors closed. You could feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach and your thoughts were running rampant. Will I even recognize him? Will he recognize me? What if he doesn’t remember me? What if he hates me for not trying to find him? I tried, didn’t I? I did everything I could. I just- the ding of the elevator signaling your arrival broke you from your train of thought. Bucky looked at you with a furrowed brow and squeezed your hand to reassure you as you stepped out onto the landing pad on the roof of the Avengers facility. You took a deep breath while squeezing his hand back and walked towards the others who were standing nearby.

You waved in greeting as you heard the sound of an engine fast approaching. Looking up into the sky you saw a ship that looked more like a plane to you, it was getting closer by the second and you could make out the blue and yellow detail of the sleek vehicle. Everyone moved back towards the elevator to get a better view as the ship prepared to land. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you almost couldn’t breathe as the ship landed and the glass over the cockpit was lifted to reveal a man with a red leather jacket. Your grip on Bucky’s hand grew stronger as you squeezed it hard, knowing that this man was Peter.

“Bucky, it’s him” you whispered as your vision began to cloud with tears. You knew it was Peter, you could feel it. The man stood up and began to exit the ship as you let go of Bucky and sprinted to him. He turned around just as you tackled him with a hug.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, stranger danger” he mumbled as he tried to entangle your arms from around his waist. You just held on tighter and lifted your face so you could look at him for the first time in so long. Recognition flooded his face and he smiled so bright your heart fluttered. Tears streamed down your face as you remembered your voice.

“Peter, it’s really you! You’re here, you’re here!” you squealed as he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close. He laughed and buried his face in your hair as you both clung to each other.

“(Y/N) you’re so beautiful. I missed so much. I’m here, I’m here and it’s me” he shushed you as happy tears streamed down your face and you pulled back to kiss his cheek.

“Eww gross cooties *gag*” he mocked and pretended to wipe his cheek clean. You giggled and sighed as you stepped back from him, finally remembering you had an audience. You glanced over to the rest of the team, as did Peter and waved awkwardly, before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards your friends.

“Guys, I want you all to meet my twin brother Peter” you beamed as they all took him in. Steve was the first to step up to greet him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Peter, I’m-”

“Holy shit! You’re Captain America. I thought you died!” Peter exclaimed.

“Watch your mouth kid the Captain is a stickler for language” Tony snickered, “I’m Tony Stark the owner of the fair establishment you see before you” he said with a wave of his hand. Peter reached out to shake both their hands quickly. The others stepped up and made their introductions on by one until there was only one left.

“Peter I want you to meet someone very special to me. This is James Barnes” you said as you moved to stand next to Bucky. “He’s my fiancé” you said as you gripped Bucky’s left arm and flashed your engagement ring at Peter.

“You’re getting married!?” He exclaimed. “But, aw hell I’ve missed so much!” Bucky extended his flesh hand in greeting while Peter babbled on.

“(Y/N) has told me so much about you. It’s great to finally meet you Peter.” Peter shook hands with Bucky, a small scowl on his face.

“Well, we’ll just leave you all to get better acquainted won’t we guys?” Tony coughed out, leaving the three of you still out on the landing pad.

“Uh, let’s go inside Peter so we can catch up” you said as you took Bucky’s metal hand in yours and led Peter to the elevator.

“What’s up with your arm? Is that metal? Are you a marrying cyborg?” Peter questioned as the doors shut and the elevator started to move.

“Peter! Enough! We will explain when we get to out floor, but stop being rude to Bucky” you hissed trying to control your anger. You couldn’t help but get defensive when it came to Bucky.

“Alright sorry sis” Peter said as he put his hands up in defense. You could feel Bucky tense next you so you rested your head on his shoulder while running your hand up and down his arm.

***Time skip brought to you by pouty Bucky***

After arriving at your floor and heading to the kitchen to make dinner, you decided to leave the boys alone in the living room hoping that they would magically hit it off. Needless to say it was awfully quiet until you got dinner finished.

“Okay boys, dinner is ready” you said as you walked into the living room taking in the two of them. Peter was sitting across from Bucky eyeing him and Bucky was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. You shook you head and sighed before taking Peter by his ear to down the hall.

“Ouch damn (Y/N) I need that to hear when you start yelling at me!” Peter yelped.

“Peter Quill you stop being such a jerk! Why can’t you give Bucky a chance? I love him more than anyone I’ve ever loved. He makes me happy and he was here for me when I didn’t have you. I’m marrying Bucky and I want you to be there to walk me down the isle, but if you can’t accept that I chose Bucky then I don’t think I want you there at all!” you were near tears by the end of your rant, but it hurt to see your brother treat Bucky like that.

“(Y/N) calm down okay? Listen to me. I’ve missed you so much you have to know that right? I’ve been gone for so long and then I finally get to see you again and you’re all grown up and beautiful and work with all these superheroes and then you tell me you’re getting married. I don’t know it just hit me how much I wasn’t there for you and you don’t need me. This other guy is there for you and he’s dangerous. I’m afraid he’s gonna hurt you! Look at him! He could crush you in your sleep and that arm? What the hell? Are you doing this to punish me? I just want you to be safe (Y/N). I love you so much” he said as he hugged you close.

“He won’t hurt me Peter. I know him. He’s been through so much in his life that I can’t even imagine going through. He needs me and I need him. You have to give him a chance to show you who he is. He is a good man Peter and I will always still need you. Bucky was there for me when I had no one, and I was there for him. He’s protected me more times than I can count. You should be grateful I have him in my life. Please give him a chance. I need you and I need Bucky, please don’t make me choose” you said as your voice broke, tears finally streaming down your cheeks followed by a sob.

“Hey, hey hush now (Y/N) I never said I would make you choose. Don’t cry, I’m here now” he sighed as he rubbed calming circles against your back. “It’s okay. I’m really sorry okay? I guess I never thought about how you must’ve felt here all alone. I’m glad that you’ve found someone to makes you happy. I’ll try okay? I promise.”

“Thank you Peter, I love you”

“Love you too (Y/N), now let’s go eat. All this sentimental stuff is making lose my appetite and if I don’t eat I’m gonna wither away” he said with a laugh. You shook your head while wiping away your tears. With his hand on the small of your back you made your way to the living room to find Bucky still sitting on the couch. At the sound of your approach he stood and noticing your red rimmed eyes, he looked to Peter with a glare. He walked up to you and pulled you into a hug rubbing your back.

“What did he say to you doll? Are you okay?” Bucky still glaring at a nervous Peter over your head while he tried to comfort you.

“Yeah, I’m okay Buck” you said pulling back to look at the two of them. Taking Bucky’s face in your hands, forcing his baby blues to meet your gaze, “Hey now don’t you start too Barnes. I’m fine. We just had a heart to heart and I got a little carried away” you pecked his cheek when Peter spoke up.

“I think we’re gonna get along just fine Bucky” Peter grinned. “You seem to care a lot about my sister and that’s important to me. Don’t hurt her and they’ll be no problems.”

“Alright guys enough. Let’s have dinner. I don’t need protecting, I’m a grown woman” you said as you walked off to set the table. Bucky and Peter shared a look.

“I guess we can agree on one thing right Barnes?”

“You’re definitely right Quill”

Hey guy! I’m back! Hope this is okay. I feel like this one one kinda short. The next thing I’m posting is Chapter 2 of Second Chance titled ‘Dinner with the Super Soldiers’ I know I’ve had so much great feedback on that story and I’m really excited to continue it! 


(n.) A dead word, esperance was a synonym of hope.

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Pidge never understood why the castle rooms were so cold.

Well, she did. That being rhetorical, she knew that space being a freezing vat of nothingness played a big part as to why she couldn’t feel her fingers at the moment, but she’d expected the advanced alien technology to at least regulate the temperature so that she wouldn’t die from hypothermia. But to be fair, the castle was ten thousand years old.

She blinked as the glint from her glasses flared within her vision. It sat a few inches away from her face as she lay on her side, blanket pulled up to her chin, cheek squished against the relatively firm pillow. The lenses were round, perfectly circular, and the thin frames shone a bright gold, reminiscent of the sun’s glare when the light reflected properly.

No matter how hard she tried to keep them in prime condition, it wasn’t surprising that after the multiple battles and journeys through space, they’d end up skewed. Being tossed around in the green lion’s cockpit with glasses too big for her face, always meant that somehow, they’d be thrown off the bridge of her nose and somewhere onto the ground. The possibility of them coming out perfectly fine wasn’t very high, to her dismay.

Multiple times, Shiro had brought the concern up with her, in fear that she wouldn’t be able to see during crucial moments in battle. But she always waved him off while pushing the crooked frames up her nose, saying that it’d be easy for her to repair them whenever. What she didn’t tell him, or any of them, was that she didn’t actually need them, per se.

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The Beetle was a robot designed for the Air Force Special Weapons Centre, initially to service and maintain a planned fleet of atomic-powered Air Force bombers, according to declassified Air Force reports, work began on the Beetle in 1959, and it was completed in 1961. It was 19 feet long, 12 feet wide, 11 feet high and weighed a ground-shaking 77 tons. The pilot was shielded by an inch of steel armour on the outside of the unit, half-an-inch inside and a minimum of 12 inches of lead plating around the cabin, which would keep him shielded from all but the most intense blasts of radiation. On top of all that, the cockpit glass was 23 inches thick, and was made up of seven individual panes of leaded glass. it was built on a M42 duster chassis, powered by a 500hp engine and had a top speed of 8 miles per hour, speed had been traded off for power, the robot’s bulk meaning it had 85,000 pounds of pull in its arms. Yet despite this raw power, it could also perform incredibly delicate operations. At a public demonstration in 1962, for example, the Beetle was able to roll up to a carton of eggs (pictured up top), pick a single egg up and hold it in its pincers without breaking it. when the atomic aircraft project was cancelled in 1961, it was earmarked by the US military for a role in cleaning up the debris caused by a nuclear explosion but that would have required a more active deployment, something its size, weight and most crucially unwieldiness (as in, taking several minutes for a pilot to get in and out) simply could not stand up to. It’s unknown what ultimately became of the Beetle.

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The small fishing trawler hit a rough patch of water, prompting Yeshua to grab onto the railing of the boat with white knuckles. Simon laughed, steady on bent knees as he helped Andrew drag the nets up onto the deck.

“Weather’s turning sour,” Simon said, nodding towards the turbulent grey sky. “It’ll only get worse from here on in. Maybe you should have stayed on dry land.”

Yeshua smirked at the taller man. “I’ll manage. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

Yeshua turned to watch the New Jersey shoreline shrinking behind the boat, the tempestuous breeze tugging his dark hair free from his hoodie. Andrew nudged Simon with his left shoulder, the one he had gotten tattooed with ocean waves and tortoiseshells the last time he was in Samoa.

“Why don’t you get rid of him, Simon? What’s the supervisor gonna say when he finds out we took some kid out in one of his boats? Worse than that, what if the kid gets himself hurt, or drowned? If he wants to talk to you so badly he can do it when we’re not on the clock.”

“Leave him be,” Simon replied, hauling handful after handful of empty net onto the boat with scarred hands. 

“He’s freaking me out.”

“Yeah well maybe I want to hear what he has to say.”

“We heard what he had to say. It was somewhere along the lines of ‘Hey, I know we haven’t spoken since highschool, but remember me? I’m coming to recruit you for God’s army.’ He’s crazy, Simon.”

Simon opened his mouth to reply but then he noticed Yeshua walking over to them, his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his hoodie.

“You guys don’t seem to be catching much.”

“Somebody give him a medal,” Simon scoffed as he scooped up the remainder of the sopping net and began to untangle it with deft fingers. He cussed the small flock of pelicans swimming impatiently round the boat, squawking and pecking at the nets in hopes of scavenging an easy lunch.

“These waters are shit,” Andrew said. “They’ve been fished down to nothing and what’s left is so regulated by the government you can hardly make a living off it. Hell, even the gulls are going hungry.”

“That’s the last one,” Simon growled, growing frustrated with his net and throwing it away. “Four nets and we didn’t catch a damn thing. Again.”

Andrew squeezed him reassuringly on the shoulder, but Simon just kept fuming.
“I’ve gone through three fisheries in the last year trying to land a steady job. This one’s gonna fall through soon, I can feel it. There’s no honest work to be done in the world anymore…”

Yeshua gnawed on his thumbnail thoughtfully for a moment. Then he said,
“Throw the net back in.”

Simon’s black eyes lit up with a kind of indignant disbelief.

“What did you just say?”

“I said cast the nets back into the water. One more time.”

Andrew made a disgusted sound and turned away from Yeshua, shaking his head.

“Listen kid,” Simon began, his heavy boots thudding against the deck as he advanced on the stranger. “I think I know a little bit more about this than you do. These waters are barren, capisce? I’m not going to waste any more of my time on them.”

“Once more is all I’m asking. You never know until you try, right?”

“I’ve got four baby sisters and a grandmother waiting at home for me. If I hurry I might be able to find some work at the lumberyards before the sun goes down.”


“Stop calling me that,” He groaned. Nobody had called him by his middle name in years, except his grandmother, and only when he burned dinner. “I’m tired of whatever little game you’ve got going here. Why don’t you just tell me exactly what you want from me and then get out of my way?”

Yeshua lowered his voice into a calm, intimate place and looked up at Simon without a trace of fear in his eyes. 

“I want you to trust me.”

“No you don’t. You must have gotten your signals crossed, so you can just tell the Big Man upstairs that he gave you the wrong address. You don’t want me.”

“Yes I do. I know how bitter and stubborn and suspicious you are and I know half the reason you don’t believe in God is because you don’t think you’re worthy, but guess what, Peter. I don’t care. Nothing you can do will make me want you any less. I’m here because God sent me, because you’re the place everything starts, because you are important. I know how scary that is and how much you want to run from it, but if you stick around you will experience life so much more abundantly than you ever thought possible. And all I’m asking is that you trust me.”

Andrew had nervously lit a cigarette and was smoking it quietly, his eyes darting between the two other men. Simon’s entire body was tense, from the tendons in his neck to the bunched fists of his hands. Yeshua was as unperturbed as still waters, face open, eyes clean. Andrew was overcome with the sense that this strange person could last an eternity in the most uncomfortable of situations, perfectly happy to be quiet and wait.
Finally Simon muttered,

“Trust you, huh?”

“I know you want to. Let yourself.”

Simon glared down at Yeshua for a few more seconds, then he sighed heavily, defeated. He stomped back over the largest of the nets and began feeding it into the water. 

“Andrew, fire up the engine.”

“What? Simon—“

“For once don’t talk, okay? Just do what I ask.”

Andrew held up his hands defensively, then crushed out his cigarette on the trawler railing and disappeared to start the boat churning through the water. The nets billowed and caught in the deep, foraging through the same fishing grounds they had scraped clean weeks ago. Yeshua leaned against the stern of the boat next to Simon, who was staring into the blue black water with a sort of haunted look. Eventually the fisherman said,

“God say anything else about me while the two of you were chatting?” 

“Yeah, but you’re not gonna want to hear it.”

“Like this day can get any weirder.  Lay it on me”

Yeshua took a deep breath of the salty air.

“He said you’re going to be like a brother to me. Eventually.” Simon arched a disbelieving eyebrow. Yeshua shrugged. “Hey, don’t look at me. You’re not exactly what I was expecting either.”

Simon stared at Yeshua, then threw back his head and gave out a rich, deep laugh. Suddenly, Yeshua didn’t have so much trouble believing that this gruff, blustering person could become his best friend. 

Simon waved at Andrew through the glass of the cockpit and the boat slowed to a stop. Andrew ran back out to held Simon pull up the nets, this time with considerably more of a struggle. Yeshua stepped back. He knew what was coming.

The net crested over the stern with fibers creaking against the swollen bounty. Andrew gave one last mighty heave and the net spilled snapping lobsters and gasping mackerel onto the deck. They went skidding over the wet wood and piled up around their ankles, blue fish and sea bass and horseshoe crabs. Andrew let out a whoop and punched the air, but Simon’s olive skin had taken on a ghostly pallor. He dragged his fingers through his hair and squeezed the back of his neck, shaking his head at the impossibility around him. When he looked at Yeshua his eyes were wild.

“Who are you?”

“You know,” Yeshua said quietly. “You’ve been a fisherman your whole life, Peter. Follow me and I’ll make you a fisher of men.”

Simon staggered through the slippery catch towards the other man, and somehow his hand slowly found the ground, followed closely thereafter by his knees. He knelt there with saltwater bleeding through his jeans and pooling in his eyes, and when he spoke his voice was hoarse.  

“I’m not ready for this.”

Yeshua smiled softly, running a calloused hand along Peter’s jaw before tugging gently at the dark hair behind his ear.

“No one ever is.”

Chapter 7: A walk in the Park

Chapter 1: Heiress

Chapter 2: Vigilante

Chapter 3: Revelations

Chapter 4: A Tale of two Amari

Chapter 5: Old Friends

Chapter 6: New Blood

I finally got around to finish this chapter. Hopefully the next one won’t be as delayed as this.

As usual enjoy!

The return of former agents and the addition of new recruits meant that now Overwatch could begin acting against the evils of the world. As leader of the newly reformed Overwatch, it fell on him to call missions and assignments. The only problem was that there were too many threats to world peace: the Talon threat, the so-called Second Omnic Crisis in Russia, the deterioration between Human-Omnic relations after Mondatta’s murder, the list went on. Winston had his work cut out for him.

Well, they had to start somewhere. He began by looking at the hacking attempt at Gibraltar. The terrorists left no clue save for the Lamprey device that Winston destroyed to avoid the detection of the former agents’ locations. He tinkered with the device for hours, trying to find anything useful. After some time, he discovered a hidden line of code, written in a jumbled series of alphanumeric digits. Analyzing the code using different decoding algorithms he managed to translate the message. It was a Spanish sentence.

Finalmente lo hizo. Vamos a ver si es lo suficientemente inteligente como para resolver esto! –S

A couple numbers with six digits each followed the message. He had Athena translate the message it. The AI read it aloud for him.

Finally you have done it. Let’s see if you are clever enough to figure out this!–S

Winston looked at the numbers, trying to figure out what could they mean. He already decoded the message, could there be another encryption level?

While he was pondering on this enigma, Tracer happened to pass by his lab.

“Hey, Winston whatcha looking at?”

The great ape did not respond, deeply immersed in thoughts, and kept staring at the screen, holding his chin. Intrigued by her friend’s lack of reaction Lena looked at the decoded line on the computer holoscreen.

“Hm…” She hummed trying to figure out the mystery herself, mimicking his friend’s pensive pose.

“Nice set of coordinates you got there!” she exclaimed.

“Coordinates?” Winston replied. Of course: the first number was the Latitude and the second one was Longitude. Six digits for degrees, minutes and seconds.

“Lena, I could kiss you!” Winston said turning to his British friend.

“Eough, no thanks. Hairy guys are not my type!” Tracer replied sticking out her tongue.

The following morning Winston gathered all Overwatch members in his lab. Both new and old agents sat around him, anxious to hear what he had to tell them.

“Good morning everyone….” Winston started pausing for a moment to find right words.

“Oh for the love of… KEEP GOING!” Soldier 76 thought to himself, face palming in the back. He was in a terrible mood. He never wanted to join Winston’s attempt to resurrect a flawed organization like Overwatch and he definitely did not like his leadership. He also had little patience for the ape’s typically long-winded spiels.

Angela was quick to notice his annoyed gesture.

“Something wrong, 76?” she asked.

How could he tell her that he didn’t like that situation she had put him in?

“Nothing.” He replied.

“I’ve been, ahem,” the gorilla continued, “searching for the ones responsible of the attack here at Gibraltar. So far we know that their leader is a mercenary that goes by the name Reaper.”

He pushed a button on a remote he was holding and footage from the night of the attack played behind him. Everyone could see the black robed man attacking Winston and almost managing to end him. Mercy shivered hearing Reaper’s metallic evil laugh and averted his looked from the screen.

“Ruthless and dangerous.” Winston commented, “He is also known to have targeted former Overwatch agents and kill them. That is why I believe he was after the list stored in the database of this installation. Yesterday I managed to trace the stolen data to a local in the mountainous area of Djibouti.”

“Where?” D.Va rudely interrupted

“Djibouti, in the Horn of Africa.”

“Doesn’t ring any bell.”

Here.” Winston specified, showing the location on the screen.

The satellite image zoomed a first time on a valley in the small African country and then a second time to a small compound at the end of it. The main building was rectangular with a flat top and was probably two stories high. The outer wall, with two guard towers near the only visible gate, formed a square-shaped courtyard in front of the building. In the open space of the base, they could distinguish a couple of parked vehicles and a helipad with a large T on it.

Jack recognized that symbol and Winston’s words confirmed his fears.

“This is a Talon base.” The great ape continued. “For those of you who don’t know, Talon is a criminal organization with a hidden agenda. They seemed like any other crime syndicate some years ago but even Overwatch was unable to put it down. They are the ones responsible the assassination of Tekhartha Mondatta in London and they supported Reaper’s attack on my database.”

Bastards.” Tracer murmured, unable to contain her anger for the assassination of her hero.

“We’re going to strike this compound and retrieve the data they stole. Maybe we will find something about their next move.” Winston said clicking again on his remote. The image of the compound changed to an infrared one. The barren terrain became blue and yellow figures appeared in the compound.

“Thermal scans indicate that the base is lightly defended, 20 maybe 30 hostiles maximum. Perhaps they did not expect us to find it or it is just a small logistic base where they keep data before moving it to their home base. Either way it shouldn’t be a problem for us.”

Winston paused for a second, catching his breath, and then continued his speech. He thought he heard someone groan from the back. It was probably Soldier 76.

“That is why I have decided to test our new recruits on this one. Pharah will command the team composed of Lucio as Healer, Symmetra as Support, D.Va as Tank and Soldier 76 as Recon. I know it sounds strange but I believe it will be just a walk in the park. Nothing you can’t handle.”

The Egyptian woman stood to attention as the gorilla walked down to her.

“I trust you with this. I have faith you will not let us down.” he told her.

“I will not waste this opportunity. We will not fail!” she answered.

“I will be with Mercy and Tracer on the dropship as backup should the need arise.”

The named heroes looked at each other as the big ape turned back. D.Va and Lucio were quick to share a high five, excited to work together while Symmetra was less than excited to work with the Brazilian artist and his chaotic Korean friend. 76 did not mind them; they were young and foolish, they probably thought of the mission as a game. He then looked to Pharah. She was trying to hide it but he could see the pride in her eyes for the honor that was bestowed upon her. Smiling underneath the mask, he couldn’t help feel a little happy for her: this was the moment she had dreamt of all her life.

“Well then,” Winston concluded talking to the others, “If there aren’t further questions the meeting is adjourned. Dismissed!”

The MV-261 Orca was flying steadily south-west towards Eastern Africa. The dune sea of the Sahara desert extended for kilometers beneath its wings. Tracer and Winston were in the cockpit, discussing how to approach the Talon base undetected while Mercy was in the back area checking on her medical equipment. The members of the strike team occupied the main bay.

Soldier 76 was checking his gear as he always had since boot camp. He ran down the same checklist himself before every mission, even when he was Strike Commander. At his core, he always was a soldier.

All the equipment stood in front of him, ready to be put back together.

Utility belt and suspenders






Para cord line


Biotic canisters x6


Plasma magazines x5


Combat knife

He twirled the knife to check the blade and the serrated edge.



76 brought up his trusted sidearm. Pulling the slide back, he inspected the inside before releasing it with a satisfying click. Then he pressed the reload button. The electromagnetic chargers popped out the sides, spinning to recharge the weapon before re-entering inside the chassis.


Pulse Rifle

Lifting the weapon from the table, Jack looked at both sides of it. Nothing out of order.

He pried the magazine well open and verified that the plasma chamber was clear. He pressed the release button and the top of the gun closed without a hitch. He cocked the weapon twice to verify if the handle was unobstructed.


At the end of his checklist, he put on his belt and suspenders and holstered the pistol. Afterwards he secured the rifle to a rack on the wall. “Always secure your weapons during flight” his instructor used to tell him.

When everything was ready, 76 looked at his teammates. Everyone was preparing for the upcoming mission, each one in his or her own way.

Symmetra was near him, sat at the table. She was practicing with her light bending techniques. Jack stared in awe as she manipulated a small ball of light with her mechanical hand, morphing it into various geometric figures and then into more complicated ones, such as a Lotus flower. It all looked like magic to him. Disturbed by his unwanted attention she interrupted her work and moved to the recreational area. She started rearranging the books in alphabetical order and straightening all leaning pictures on the wall. She even turned all the cups so the handle was parallel to the wall so that the Overwatch logo was clearly visible.

D.Va’s mech stood on the other side of the room, under the basketball hoop. It was in Cargo Configuration with its arms and wings folded on the side and the legs and antennae retracted into the fuselage. In 76’s eyes, it looked just like a giant pink egg. Laying upside down on the cockpit glass D.Va was playing with some kind of hand portable console. Jack closed in to get a better look. The speed of her thumbs on the controls was unbelievable and he started to understand what her true capabilities were.

“Hey, what are you doing over there?” he asked

“Training,” D.Va answered without stopping her game.

“Looks you are playing to me!”

“DUH,” she said rotating her eyes “gaming is my training.”

“This is not a game!” 76 snapped, turning his back on her.

“Whatever! Who are you, my dad?”

“Dad? Young people today, no respect for their elders!” 76 mumbled leaving the Korean girl alone.

Bypassing Lucio, who was completely absorbed in his own music, Soldier 76 made his way to Pharah. She was studying the base layout on a holographic PDA, just like a good commander should do.


“Hello,” she responded “What’s on your mind Soldier 76?”

“Nothing. I wanted to tell you that whatever you need, I’m here.”

“Do not worry, soldier. I’ve got this.”

He looked down at her resuming her review of the enemy’s defenses and could not help feel a little proud of her. If only Ana could see what her daughter had become.

As 76 was climbing the stairs to the cockpit a familiar voice called him. Turning back, he could see Mercy gesturing him from the other side of the plane. She wanted him to come to her.

“What could she possibly want?” 76 mumbled walking back through the main bay towards the back of the dropship, faking annoyance at the doctor’s call to stay in character. He secretly enjoyed that she wanted to see him. Climbing the rear stairs, he looked up to her. He always felt beneath her. He always believed that a true angel like her could not mix herself with a grunt like him, but she did. Even more so, she stayed with him after he lied to her and abandoned her to become Soldier 76.

“So, what do you want?” 76 asked her.

“I just want to check your biotic canisters, to make sure everything is ok.” Mercy answered with a smile.

Jack looked her in the eye. That was as lame excuse as he’d ever heard. She was undisturbed by his stare and gestured him to follow. 76 followed her behind the corner, hidden from the others.

There she stretched her hand, waiting for him to give her the canisters.

“Come on Angela, you know I check all my gear before each mission. There’s no need for this!”

“It may be so, but we need to keep up appearances. Hand them over!”

Fine.” 76 sighed, and started removing the cylinders containing the yellow healing fluid from his belts.

“Someone’s a little grumpy today. So, what’s on your mind?” she asked while working on the canisters.

“Nothing,” he answered after a brief hesitation.

“You can’t fool me again, you are worried about something.”

Damn woman, she knew him too well.

“It’s…” he continued, “It’s the new recruits. Apart from Fareeha, I don’t believe they have what it takes. They are too young and inexperienced for this.”

“You’re too pessimistic. They had their fair share of fighting. They may even surprise you.”

“I highly doubt it; I’ve seen too much to be surprised anymore.” 76 said looking away from Mercy. His long combat experience and the sorrow he endured during his years on the streets did not left him with much hope.

She finished working and looked back at him. It pained her to see her Jack being so broody and sad. What happened to the man that smiled all the time and always found the best in people around him?

Her hand caressed the edge of his mask causing him to shiver.

“If what you say is true, they’re going to need you! They’re going to need Jack Morrison!” she winked, returning the canisters.

“Jack Morrison is dead.” He retorted grabbing his gear from the doctor’s hands. He then moved away to return to the main bay. Suddenly a hand grabbed his arm and brought him back behind the corner.

“Just be careful out there. And come back to me, Jack Morrison.” She said kissing him on the only part not covered by the mask: his scarred forehead.


Tracer’s voice announced to the crew that the dropship was about to touch down. For the last 15 minutes, the Orca followed a very low flightpath that grazed the Ethiopian mountains. That way no radar would be able to pick them approaching the enemy base. The dropship stopped about a kilometer from the objective and started descending behind the cover of a steep ridge. Inside, the strike team prepared itself to dismount. Pharah and Soldier 76 stood right in front of the hatch with Lucio and D.Va, inside her mech, behind them. Symmetra closed the line.


At the second announcement Pharah turned back to talk to her squad.

“Remember your training and we’ll get through this just fine.”

D.Va pushed 76 forward with one of the MEKA’s arm cannons.

“Hey dad, promise you won’t let those bad guys get me.” She mocked him.

“No promises in combat.” He answered returning to his position.

D.Va pouted behind him. Then rolled her eyes.


Following Tracer’s third warning the rate of descent slowed to a halt and the ramp lowered as soon as the Orca hit the ground.


At Pharah’s command, the team sprinted forward, climbing the ridge in front of them. The lyrics “We move together as one” drifted from Lucio’s speakers carried the team forward, allowing them to climb up the mountain with ease.

Behind them, the dropship lifted off and moved to a safe distance, ready back to be called back to the same landing zone to pick them up.

The team rallied just below the top of the ridge. Symmetra set up her teleporter relay while 76 crawled forward to scan the base.

On the other side of the ridge there was a large valley. Vegetation was scarce and most of the area was covered in rocks and dust. Right in the middle of the valley stood the compound. It was composed of a rectangular, flat-top military building with no windows and a peripheral wall that run around the building and a courtyard on the front. Near the wire mesh gate, a couple of towers guarded the entrance. 76 activated his visor to scan any life sign in the base. A soldier was stationed on each tower and about a dozen more were working inside the courtyard. Unfortunately, he could not get a reading from inside the building, maybe it was shielded from scanners or it was simply out of range. He slid back down to the squad and reported his findings. Pharah came up with a plan of attack and assigned to each member a task.

Shortly afterwards they went over hill and executed their attack. 76 hit one of the two guard towers with a Helix salvo while a well-aimed wrist rocket by Pharah took care of the other guard. D.Va rush forward with her MEKA’s boosters. She easily smashed thought the flimsy gate and started engaging the unprepared Talon soldiers. Soon reinforcements came from inside and the Korean pilot activated her defense matrix, providing cover for Symmetra and Lucio’s flanking action. In a matter of seconds, the courtyard was cleared and the team proceeded inside. D.Va’s MEKA was too big to fit though the door so she was left outside to guard the exit. 76 lead the way while the other team members checked all corners behind him. The inside of the base was rather Spartan and bare, with clear signs guiding them to the control room. Following the big arrows painted on the walls through a couple of hallways and a flight of stairs the squad arrived to the control room without encountering any opposition.

The room had been abandoned by the technicians during the attack and now was at Overwatch disposal. Symmetra immediately got to work on the main console trying to locate the stolen encrypted data with Lucio watching over her. Pharah and 76 checked the cameras on the security console nearby looking for any hidden enemy. There was none.

In no time the Indian architect was about to finish her work.

“Hacking almost complete. That was easy!” she said

“Wait; did she just said it was easy?” Lucio asked. “You never say it was easy!”

Suddenly the computer screens went black and a skull image appeared on them. On the main screen in front of Symmetra a phrase appeared.


In that moment, D.Va contacted them on the radio channel.

“Uh, guys. Something is moving out here!”

76’s fingers rattled furiously on the keyboard to bring up the camera footage from outside as the whole base was starting to shake. The pink MEKA was clearly visible in front of the camera and right in the middle of the courtyard a crack opened. It was not a natural fissure, like those caused by earthquakes, it was an opening between two artificial covers. As it widened, air blew out of the slit and a dust cloud formed around the opening. The image became foggy as the dust reached the camera but 76 could distinguish a large shadow emerging from the ground. When the dust settled everybody could clearly see what happened. An elevator hidden beneath the courtyard brought up a full platoon of Talon soldiers with a hover tank behind them. In front of the enemy ranks, a black figure stood alone, his arms crossed on his chest. Jack could recognize that white mask everywhere: Reaper.

It was a trap!

Reaper ordered his men to open fire and an incredible volume of fire poured on D.Va. Only her incredible reflexes and hand-eye coordination allowed her to activate her defense matrix and survive the onslaught.

“Holy Crap! I need help out here!” she shouted in her comlink.

Soldier 76 didn’t think; he just acted. He was out of the control room in a heartbeat and run as fast as he could down the stairs to get to ground level. Adrenaline was pumping through his system and his heightened metabolism was put to its limits.

“Where the hell are you?!” D.Va cried on the radio.

He needed to hurry, that girl could not hold out indefinitely. He saw the door at the end of the hallway and was soon on its doorstep. Taking cover on the side, he peeked out. The MEKA’s defense matrix was down and the machine was taking a heavy beating form all sides.

“Fall back, NOW” he ordered her. However, she could not respond nor oblige.

The legs of the mechanical suit failed under the heavy fire and D.Va was forced to eject from the rear hatch. The incoming fire was too heavy though and she was hit multiple times. Loosing balance mid-air, she landed poorly, injuring herself further in the process. Even though the pain from the bullet wounds and the fall on was almost unbearable, she managed to crawl behind the MEKA’s wreck and pull out her light gun. She was hit on her left arm, shoulder and tight and was bleeding copiously. Panting and swearing on top of her lungs, she prepared herself for a last stand. The loss of blood drained her energy and made holding her gun with just her right hand very difficult. However, she knew she could not pass out. The enemy was closing in and she had to be ready to fight back.

She heard the sound of steps.

Someone was coming.

She raised the gun in front of her. The hand was shaking and her vison was blurred.

Talon soldier came out from behind the MEKA and D.Va tried to shoot but the pain and shock made her hesitate.

They were on top of her.

She was done for.


Suddenly the enemy soldiers then started to fall down before her, hit by gunfire. It could not have been her, she didn’t have the strength to fire a single shot!

Looking on her right she saw Soldier 76 standing beside her, gunning down the Talon grunts. His visor glowed red and a red HUD was projecting in front of his eyes, allowing him to hit his targets with no ammunition waste. When his clip was finished there were only corpses lying before them. His rifle ejected a steaming spent clip and he slammed in a fresh one. Then he turned to the injured girl.

“Are you alright?” he asked

D.Va could not find the strength to answer. In fact, she was losing consciousness.

“Please! Stay with me, Hana!” He told her leaning on her “We need to move, other tangos will arrive shortly, come on!”

D.Va looked up at him. She was surprised by his genuine concern about her condition and was glad he was there now by her side. She tried to smile and say something but a dark shadow lurking behind 76 caught her attention. The smoke stooped being him, taking the shape and consistency of that black robed guy from before.

“Look out!” she managed to say with her remaining breath. Before Jack could react the shadowy enemy struck 76 from behind, stabbing him in the ribs with his clawed hands. Blood spurted from 76’s side and he fell on his knees, instinctively applying pressure to his new wound, while Reaper laughed rising his blood-soaked hand in triumph.

“You know, I was expecting the monkey to be here. I believed that nothing could bring you back to Overwatch.” Reaper told 76.

“What can I say?” 76 replied after getting back up with a grunt, “Someone has to put an end of you!”

Reaper laughed , circling around the wounded soldier, putting himself between 76 and D.Va.

“I am afraid it will not be you. Goodbye, old friend.”

As Reaper prepared to execute Soldier 76, he was hit twice from behind. Feeling cornered he wraithed away leaving the two heroes alone.

With the black-clad villain out of the way, 76 could see D.Va again. She was aiming her gun with both hands towards him. She looked at him and smiled before losing consciousness from the effort of aiming and firing her gun.

Soldier 76 returned inside under fire carrying D.Va in his arms and his rifle slung behind his back. This time, however, he could count on some covering fire from his teammates. He ran inside the building and closed the door behind him. An armored cover closed outside the door protecting them from the troops outside as he smashed an emergency button with his elbow.

Afterwards he laid down the injured D.Va on the floor of dark a room nearby. Lucio rushed beside his Korean friend and switched to “Rejuvenescência”, his healing song, and soon a faint yellow glow covered her wounded body. 76 took out a biotic canister and planted it beside them. The room lit up with the stronger yellow light that came from the biotic field. Jack looked at Lucio. The Brazilian boy was scared to tears in front of the blood soaked body of D.Va and was mumbling something in Brazilian

Não morra. Por favor, não morra!” (Don’t die. Please, don’t die!)

76 put a hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him.

“Hey, she’ll make it. You’re doing a good job. Keep at it.”

Lucio looked back at him. He nodded, drying his tears. Then he noticed a wound on his side.

“You’re injured too! You bleeding, man!”

“Don’t worry about that. Just keep healing her. Besides, I ain’t got time to bleed.”

Lucio chuckled at 76’s joke. He realized that the old soldier was trying to lift his spirit.

Symmetra was standing behind them, repulsed by the sight of blood. She turned to Pharah for further orders but the Egyptian woman wasn’t there anymore.

“Where is Pharah? Where is our leader?” she asked, starting to panic.

Both 76 and Lucio looked around. Indeed, there was no trace of their team leader. While they were relatively unfazed by Fareeha’s absence, for the Indian girl it was nothing short of a disaster.

“What now? What do we do? What do I do?…” she started mumbling as her breathing accelerated and her hands started shaking. Soldier 76 watched her progressively lose control. He had saw that too many times during his time in the military: a soldier having a complete break down for lack of leadership. Back at the ship Jack had noticed her obsession for order and now that there was none she was losing her grip on clarity. He stood up and walked towards her.

She was now leaning against a wall, hyperventilating. Her eyes were wide open, locked in front of her, staring into the void. 76, standing in front of her, planted his hands firmly on her shoulders.

“Symmetra!” he called while shaking her.

She remained unresponsive.

“Satya” 76 said after a brief pause.

Haring her name she moved her eyes to 76’s red visor.

“How do you my…?”

“It doesn’t matter right now. As it doesn’t matter that Pharah is not here right now. What we need is you, here, right now. She’ll come back but in the meantime, I need you to stay focused!”

Her breathing started to normalize and the look in her eyes started to return human.

“Symmetra, our injured teammate needs your help. Can you do something for her?”

“I.” She stammered “I can create some bandages with hard light, maybe I can help clear the wound.”

“Good, get on that!”

Symmetra freed herself from 76’s hold and moved back to D.Va’s side. She hesitated at the sight of blood but kneeled nonetheless on the opposite side of Lucio and started weaving on an imaginary loom. A blue hard-light fabric took shape between her hands.

Soldier 76 nodded looking the two recruits teaming up to look after their injured teammate. Now that D.Va was in good hands, he could find their team leader.

Jack’s search for Pharah started from the control room. If he left his squad, she would have come there to assert the situation. She wasn’t there. 76 looked at the camera feed coming from outside. The Talon troops fell back into formation and stood there waiting for the technicians to cut through the armored door. The hover tank was still blocking the only escape route and Reaper was supervising the operations.

He started patrolling the rest of the base to find her. After a couple of minutes, he was running out of patience and places to look. Soon Talon forces would have cut their way inside and overwhelm them.

Where was she? Why did she leave? Where was she hiding?


That word awoke old memories in Jack’s mind: it wasn’t the first time he had to look for her.

He knew exactly where to look.

He searched for the restrooms entered cautiously in the men’s ones. From the moment he entered, he could hear sobbing coming from inside. Going around the corner, he could see her near the sinks. Pharah was sitting on the ground with her head between her hands. Her helmet was tossed aside and her wings were awkwardly spread to allow her to rest her back on the wall. She lifted her head for a brief moment as she sensed the presence of the old soldier, then returned to her weeping.

“There you are!” 76 said making a step towards the armored woman.

She didn’t react and started mumbling to herself.

“It was supposed to be easy. We were supposed to go in and out. Nothing could go wrong. I was too easy. I should have seen it. Instead, I walked right into a trap taking everybody with me. And now another one under my command could die because of me!”

She lifted her eyes one more time to peek at Soldier 76. He caught a glimpse of her dark eyes.

“You must think that I am pathetic. Crying in a corner like a little girl!”

The white haired soldier didn’t answer right away. He had already seen people crack in battle before.


She wasn’t pathetic.

She was scared.

Jack remembered the last time she hid inside a bathroom, all those years ago. Fareeha was just a little girl back then and she had lost her mothers’ UN medal, the one that was awarded to the original Overwatch strike team members at the end of the Omnic crisis. Ashamed and scared she disappeared and Ana dragged all her friends, Jack included, in a desperate search for her little Fareeha. Jack stumbled upon her by chance, entering the men’s restrooms to take a break from the search. That day she hid there, crying on the floor, fearing the consequences of her error. Just as that time long ago she probably believed that there was no redemption from it, that she would never made up for what she had done.

Soldier 76 became Jack Morrison once more.

He kneeled beside her and laid his hand on her shoulder pad. Pharah winced as she felt his hand on her armor and lifted her head from her hands, looking directly into his red visor. Her face was covered in dirt and sweat and a stream of tears was flowing from each eye.

“Do you want to know what I see?” he asked her, like that day long ago

She didn’t answered but her eyes begged him to tell her.

“Rise!” he told her. With a little support from 76, she got on her feet and was now facing the sink. Tired and emotional, she clung to it. Her head faced the ground, as she was too ashamed to look at herself in the mirror hanging on the wall in front of her.

Soldier 76 gently tilted her chin upward to face the mirror.

“Look.” He told her as she was keeping her eyes closed.

Slowly she opened her eyes and could now see her dirty face, wet with tears.

“This is what I see: Fareeha Amari, daughter of Ana Amari. One of the strongest women I’ve ever known.”

Pharah’s eyes widened and she quickly tuned her head to the old soldier standing beside her

“How do you…?” she tried to say without emitting a sound

“I’ve known your mother for many years. We fought together and I see in you the same strength that allowed her to be the outstanding soldier she was.”

Hearing about her disappeared mother made Fareeha sad again. She lowered her sight back to the sink.

76 continued his speech.

“Did your mother ever tell you about her eye tattoo?”

She nodded, trying to keep the tears from flowing down form her eyes.

“It’s the Udjat, the Eye of Horus. A symbol of protection. Gouged by Set from Horus’ face when the latter tried to avenge the death of his father Osiris” He continued, “She used to tell me that the vertical line beneath it is not a teardrop, it’s a scar. It remained there even after the eye was restored, as a reminder that to protect the ones you love will take sacrifices. She liked this interpretation of the myth so much that she wanted to carry that symbol with her forever. Your mother also told me that, as scars form over healed wounds, the Eye of Horus also tells us that the pain and sacrifices we go through makes us stronger, shaping who we are. That was your mother’s strength, and I see something of that strength in you, Fareeha. I’m sure that you are even stronger and you are destined to do great things. Never believe who says otherwise!”

Soldier 76’s words awaken something inside her, she had heard them before. Jack Morrison told her that same story and that she was meant for greatness. He was the only one whom her mother would tell secrets like the one Soldier 76 just told her.

She looked at her reflected image again and let her finger slide down the tattoo on her right eye. It was meant to honor her mother’s memory and it reminded her that her duty was to protect. However, with protection comes sacrifices, as her mother understood a long time ago. She realized that what happened was not her fault and that everyone was depending on her now. Like her mother did before her, she had to carry the burden and look out for her team. She wiped her face clear of tears and turned to 76.

“Let’s go. The others are waiting for us.” She told him.

76 nodded and bent down to pick up Pharah’s helmet

“You’re gonna need this!” he said.

Fareeha grabbed the hawk-shaped blue helmet. She looked briefly at it and put it back on. She then proceeded past Soldier 76 towards the exit.

“Thank you, Strike Commander Morrison.” she said before leaving.

She had figured out who he was but Jack did not care. He had to bring her back from the brink. He used the same words he used that time long ago. It did not matter that he exposed himself in doing so, what mattered was that, like when she was little, Fareeha came back to the ones that loved her. He removed his mask for a moment to dry a tear the edge of his eye. Then he followed his leader out of the bathroom.

By the time he entered the room Pharah was already at D.Va’s side, checking on her condition. The young Korean girl was now awake and smiled when she saw 76 appear on the doorstep. Her wounds were carefully wrapped in Symmetra’s hard-light bandages and the bleeding had stopped thanks to Lucio’s healing aura. She tried to sit up when 76 kneeled beside her but the old soldier carefully kept her down.

“Easy now, you need to rest! Don’t overdo it!” 76 told her.

“I’m a big girl, dad. I can take care of myself” she defiantly replied.

76 smiled beneath his mask. The return of the usual bratty D.Va meant that she was getting better.

“I just want you to get back on your feet” he said “And don’t call me ‘dad’. I’m not your father”

“You’re right, my bad. Appa.” She mumbled the last word so quietly, he almost didn’t hear it.  

Jack was upset by her insistence of calling him ‘dad’. How dare she call him that? However, looking down at Hana, he could see sincere affection her eyes and in the most adorable smile he had ever saw, save for Angela’s of course.

“Just get better alright?” he said, running his hand through Hana’s long brown hair.

“Yessir” she whispered, closing her eyes and resting her head to the side.

Everybody else turned on Fareeha, waiting for orders.

“What are we going to do?” Lucio asked nervously.

“Yes, what is the plan?” asked a more composed Symmetra.

Pharah assessed the situation. They were surrounded, outgunned, and the Talon forces were cutting their way inside. Furthermore, something was jamming their communicators preventing them to ask for support. The mission’s objective was now to get to the LZ and evacuate. The only problem was to pass the overwhelming enemy forces waiting outside.

“Any of you have any idea on how we can get pass the enemy forces?”

“My teleporter is offline, the path is closed.” Symmetra answered

“Then I guess we’ll have to open our own path in the enemy lines.”

“What?” Lucio added “I don’t know if you noticed but they have a TANK out there!”

“Let me worry about the tank.” Pharah replied “What we need is a way to survive the heavy fire waiting for us.”

“I don’t know if my healing boost is enough to keep us alive out there!”

“And my Photon shield is too weak to effectively protect us!” Symmetra added “Unless…”

She started wandering about the issue, elegantly tapping her index finger on the corner of her mouth.

“Yes, go ahead.” Pharah prompted

“Since this street scum stole his tech from my company, Vishkar,” She said pointing at Lucio, who was visibly upset by the Indian woman’s condescending tone, “I can modify “his” Sonic Amplifier to project my photon shield, increasing both the protection effect and distribution range. That should give us enough shielding to get through our adversaries.”

Lucio was actually terrified about the idea of Symmetra tinkering with his gear and hid his weapon in his arms.

“NO. WAY.” He glared angrily at Symmetra.

Pharah laid a hand on his shoulder and tried to reason with him.

“Lucio. If there is any chance of survival thanks to this we have to take it!”

“I knew she only wanted to get her hands on my stuff. I don’t trust her!”

“I do. Look at D.Va. Would she be alive if you two didn’t work together to help her recover?”

Lucio looked at his idol, laying peacefully in the middle of the room, trying to rest in the middle of the argument. The young MEKA pilot looked back at him. Even she recognized that Pharah was right.

“No, I guess not.” Lucio admitted.

“Then you should give Symmetra a chance. Please.” Pharah begged.

The Brazilian artist kept looking at D.Va. If Symmetra was truly the heartless puppet of Vishkar he thought her to be she wouldn’t have helped them when Soldier 76 asked her to. Instead of thinking about herself as he expected she actually created the bandages that helped holding back the blood that was pouring out of his friend. Pharah was right to trust her, as was 76 before. Sighing he held the sonic amplifier and his backpack to the Indian who immediately started working on it.

“What about me?”

The attention shifted to D.Va once again.

“What can I do?” she asked

“Can you walk?” 76 asked

“I don’t know.” she replied sitting up and looking at her bandaged left leg “Maybe I can limp.”

“Not a chance. I’ll have to carry you out of here!”


“No but, little lady.”

The young girl sighed, unable to convince 76 she could move.

“Alright, dad. But I’ll cover you!” D.Va added cocking her light pistol.

Soldier 76 grunted again, the whole “dad” thing she had going on made him very uncomfortable.

Symmetra returned carrying the modified gear.

“Here you go,” she said handling it to Lucio “Now you can cast a powerful but temporary shield on us using the sound waves emitted by your Amplifier. Just press on the trigger for more than three seconds once it’s charged. To maximize the effect point it down, as close as possible to the ground.”

“Nice.” he replied examining his weapon “Thank you.”

“You are welcome,” she said shyly.

Pharah gathered them to go over the plan again. Everyone had a part to do: Pharah and Symmetra would provide cover, Lucio would cast his Sound Barrier and Soldier 76 would carry D.Va.

The sounds coming from outside became louder as the Talon engineers were about to remove the armor layer from the door. Behind that fleeting cover, the Overwatch agents prepared for battle. As the light of a welding torch moved along the borders of the door Symmetra charged up a light ball, ready to unleash it on the unsuspecting soldiers on the other side. The blue orb was thrown forward the second the door was opened, clearing a path for the heroes. Lucio sprinted forward, jumping through the opening. He charged the shot, ready to cast the Sound Barrier.

“LET’S BREAK IT DOWN!” he shouted as he slammed his Sonic Amplifier into the ground releasing the trigger. Carried by the sound waves a green aura covered the Overwatch agents protecting them. Once shielded they sprinted forward carving a path in the enemy lines. Pharah located the enemy tank that blocked their escape and soared into the air using her jetpack. Aiming at the armored vehicle, she unleashed all the rockets she had hidden in her suit

“JUSTICE RAINS FROM ABOVE” she cried as her rockets destroyed the tank. Once the main menace was dealt with, she shifted the barrage down to clear the path until all her 90 rockets were depleted. She returned to the ground and the squad moved forward to the now open way to freedom.

They exited the compound and started climbing up the ridge they came from earlier. Talon forces were regrouping in the courtyard, ready to give chase.

Looking back over 76’s shoulder D.Va noticed that her MEKA was still in the middle of them.

“Nerf this!” she said pushing a red button on her wrist device.

Soldier 76 turned his head to the side, trying to see what was she talking about.

“No, keep looking forward!” she shouted. “Cool guys don’t look at explosions!”

Behind him a green orb of light grew around the MEKA’s wreck and soon collapsed into a large explosion. The detonation of D.Va’s suit obliterated the remaining Talon forces, allowing the Overwatch squad to retreat safety to the LZ.

From the smoking remains of the base a black trail emerged. It stopped in the middle of the courtyard, condensing into the dark figure of Reaper.

“Patch me to the main base” he said activating the radio built into his hood. “She might want to know about this!”

With the team back on the Orca, Overwatch was able to pull back from Djibouti. Badly beaten but alive, the members of the team could finally catch their breath. Soldier 76, despite having those super soldier chemicals in his body, felt all the fatigue and the weariness of his age catching up with him and he collapsed on the soft sofa behind the table. He was happy with that everyone was safe and was ready to enjoy some well-earned rest. Closing his eyes behind the visor, he let his head fall back on the backrest.

His alone time was short lived however. He felt someone taking a seat beside him. He opened his eyes and rolled his head to the left, facing his unrequested guest. D.Va was there, her hands tucked beneath her tights, with the grinning face of a little girl waiting to tell a story.

“What do you want?” he asked with an annoyed tone.

“I just want to thank you for what you did for me today!” she said cheerfully.

“I was just doing my job.” He rightly told her.

“I maybe so” she added, getting closer to the old soldier “But no one has cared ever for me like you did.”

Jack was confused by Hana’s words. He only did what he had to do. What anybody would had done given the…

A quick movement by Hana interrupted his thoughts. The young Korean slipped underneath his arm was now hugging his chest, pressing her head against his left pec. Surprised by this, he didn’t know how to react and looked down at her, keeping his hands away. Her warm hug however won him over and he rested his left hand on her head, patting her slightly.

“Good soldier” he let out of his lips.

76 felt something else weighting on his right shoulder. Turning in that direction he saw Lucio, eyes closed, adjusting his seat near 76 and leaning his head back on his shoulder. He looked at him with frustration, and then he looked back at Hana. He went back and forth a couple of times. D.Va and Lucio were now sleeping against his body, probably because they felt safer with him. 76 was now struck between them, unable to move. He gave up and let them rest; they earned it.

Looking around he caught sight of Mercy and Pharah standing near each other the other side of the main bay. The two women were looking at him. Pharah was trying to hide her laugh as if there was something funny about Soldier 76 surrounded by those two sleeping youngsters. Mercy on the other hand had a completely different look on her face. Her eyes were squinting and her lips and hands were tightened together in an attempt to hold an outburst of joy. Looking in her blue eyes Jack knew that he had made the right decision. She was proud of him.

This is it for the first mission of Overwatch. I hope you liked my take on dad: 76. I just enjoy D.Va and Jack’s little exchanges. 

Anyhow I promise more mercy76 in the next chapters for all fellow shippers!