Meant to Be: Mercy76 One-Shot

Hey guys! So this is my first request, requested by the lovely @imlostinatunnel :) I have been very busy lately so I have had to kind of just crank this out to get it done before I go to Disneyland this week, but it is now here nonetheless! Please enjoy and I’m sorry it has taken so long!!

Looking up at the sign above the train platform, she confirmed she was on the right hyper-train and climbed on. Immediately as she entered the train, she cursed herself in her mind for not arriving there sooner. Almost every seat she saw seemed to be taken.

Holding her bag closer to her body, she slowly made her way down the length of the train, looking for a place to sit. Every compartment seemed to be full. She let out a sigh of discouragement. She was headed out for her first official meeting with the Overwatch field team, who would be using her nanobiology technology on actual missions.

Overall, she was very proud of herself for creating something that was deemed useful enough to employ on the most importance of Overwatch assignments. While she had been part of Overwatch for going-on two years now, she had never met the strike team. They were the heart and soul of the whole Overwatch organization. They were what made Overwatch, well, Overwatch. The soldiers of the strike team were the ones in the field, putting the developments of other divisions of Overwatch’s into use.

In the beginning, Angela was wary of joining the organization, but after she was told she would be working in the Medical Research department and developing technology to help the world’s sick and injured, she was on board. Though she had to admit she was nervous about her tech being used on the battlefield, she was ensured by multiple individuals that she was not participating in any harmful activity, instead helping others. She wasn’t sure if she believed that, because it was her device that was continuing to heal the ones doing the killing, but over time, she had herself convinced that even though the person using her new biotic field might be killing, it would be better for them to remain alive than die too.

She had reached the end of the train, and she still hadn’t found an empty seat. All of the train compartments were filled, some less than others, but nonetheless occupied. Making her way back up the aisle, she stopped at a compartment filled with a single man. Smiling gingerly, she offered a wave. “Do you mind if I sit here?” she asked, ”Every other seat seems to be taken. “ All the man did was nod stiffly, so she gave him one more weak smile before sitting down.

As the train started, Angela breathed deeply and focused on the phone she had in her hand. She was nervous about the meeting, and was not looking forward to the three hour train ride ahead. Even though the hyper-trains traveled much faster than a regular train had been able to, it was still a long ride. She began scrolling through the notes she had transferred to her phone, reviewing what she was going to say to the commander of the strike team in order to let him know that employing her technology was the correct action.

As she went through her speech in her head, she caught the man she was sharing a compartment with looking in her direction. Whether it was staring or not, she did not know, but it made her feel uncomfortable none the less, even though he was very attractive. Once she realized that thought had crossed her mind, she almost felt like slapping herself. Who was she to think of this random stranger in such a way? As she stole a sideways glance at him though, she definitely knew why she thought that.

Dressed up in a pair of black dress pants with a grey dress shirt and a tie, he looked like a very professional man. He was not too tall and not too short, and through his shirt she could tell he was muscular and fit. His blonde hair was complimented by his ocean blue eyes, and his jawline was sharp enough to cut through a diamond. Although she could imagine how many women must fawn over him, she ensured herself she was not going to be one of them. Turning back to her notes, she attempted to block out the attractive man in close proximity to her.

About thirty minutes into the trip, she could still feel his azure orbs peeking at her from the other side of his newspaper. After acknowledging his attractiveness, his stares made her feel less uncomfortable but more self-conscious. Did her hair look okay? Was there stains on any part of her clothing? Sneaking another glance at the man, her eyes quickly darted back down to her lap when his deep blue eyes met hers.

“Is there something I can help you with?” she asked, a little more harsh than she had hoped. Looking back up at him, she noticed the look of surprise at the somewhat-forward move she had just made.

“Oh, no.” he apologized, running a hand through his soft, blonde hair. “I was just kicking myself for not introducing myself to you. I’m sorry, I get nervous around beautiful women.” He offered her a warm, lopsided smile, and she had to admit she was already slightly affected by his charm.

“I’m Jack.” he grinned, offering a hand out to her. She took it and gave it a firm shake.

“Angela.” she smiled back, failing to mention her title of ‘doctor’. She normally did introduce herself as Dr. Angela Ziegler, but didn’t want to come off as stiff or arrogant to the man.

“Where are you off to today?” he asked politely.

“Oh, just a meeting.” she shrugged, not offering up any other information. While Overwatch was not a top secret organization, the things that were shared in the meeting was not something that they wanted terrorist organizations to get ahold of, and she didn’t want to risk it.

“I am as well.” he said, rolling his eyes, “Not really looking forward to sitting and listening to people talk for a few hours.”

Angela laughed slightly, nodding her head in agreement. “Either am I.”

“You have a nice accent.” he noted, “Is it?…”

“German.” she smiled, “And from the way you speak, I assume you are from the United States?”

“You’d be correct.” he said, “I’m originally from Indiana.”

“You’re quite far away from home here in Europe.” she acknowledged, and he nodded.

“Is everyone from Indiana as cute as you are?” she asked teasingly, and almost slapped her hand over her mouth at her forward flirting. She was never like this. What was this man doing to her?

“No actually,” he laughed, “what you’re seeing right now is the best of the best.” he bragged with a playful wink.

Her golden laughter echoed throughout the compartment they currently shared. Angela started asking him questions about what his home was like because she had never visited Indiana before.

“Honestly,” he said, “you could live your whole life and never visit Indiana, and never miss out on anything. It’s honestly boring, but it is my home and I do love it.”

When he asked her about her hometown, she didn’t have much to say. All she really remembered about her birthplace was the fear and violence brought along with the omnic crisis and the death of her parents. Instead of describing these details she felt unnecessary to tell a complete and total stranger, she gave vague details of the sights she remembered and included the few good memories she remembered.

She was about to ask him what job he had that brought him so far away from home for a meeting before the ringtone of a phone broke the silence.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, looking down at his phone and getting up to go take the call. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”

Smiling, Angela watched as he answered his phone and headed to find a place where he could get more privacy. She assumed the call was for business. As soon as he left she noticed how much more spiritless the atmosphere around her was. Jack brought such an infectious energy to the room. It surprised her how easy he was to talk to, and how even though her description of where she was from was brief, he didn’t pry for any other information. Nothing about their interactions was awkward (well, minus the initial stares), and he was such a polite person.

Staring out the window, she tried to make heads or tails of what they were passing by, but the hyper-train traveled at such a fast speed that all that seemed to zoom by the windows was a blur. Yawning, she looked at her watch and realized that there was still an hour and twenty fifteen minutes left of this trip. Resting her head on the seat behind her, she stared up at the ceiling and yawned again. Her eyelids grew heavy, but she fought to keep herself awake until Jack came back. There was still a lot of conversation to be had between the two of them, and she wanted to know more about the gorgeous blonde that made her act and feel like she never had before. As much as she tried, her tiredness seemed to consume her, and she allowed herself to simply rest her eyes.

Minutes later she felt someone sit down right next to her. Fluttering her eyes open, she offered a sleepy smile to the attractive figure seated next to her.

“You sleepy, angel?” he laughed, and Angela’s heart fluttered in her chest. God, she felt like a lovestruck teenager who believed in love at first sight.

“Yeah, but I can stay awake and keep you company.” she giggled drowsily.

“No, it’s ok,” Jack smiled, “Get your beauty sleep. I’m tired anyway.”

“Are you sure?” she asked apprehensively. She didn’t want to make him feel like she was uninterested.

“Of course.” he smiled, leaning back and closing his eyes, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Smiling to herself, Angela closed her eyes and let herself drift off into a well-deserved sleep.

Angela felt so warm and comfortable when she woke up. Opening her eyes, she willed her body not to stiffen up at the position she found herself in. Her head was rested on Jack’s shoulder, and her legs were slightly intertwined with his. He had his arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her into him, and his head buried in her hair. To anyone that walked by, they would have looked like a couple.

Angela’s cheeks heated up at that thought. Why was she thinking about her and this man she just met in a relationship? Her questions were cut short at the groaning that came from beside her. She felt the hand around her draw back, and she quickly sat up as fast as she could. The sleepy smile that he offered her when he opened his eyes though, made her want to fall right back asleep next to him.

“I… I’m sorry.” Angela stammered nervously, chewing on her bottom lip.

“Oh hush…” he laughed, “A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t have to worry so much.”

God, why did her heart flutter when he said things like that? Yawning, she straightened her clothes and smoothed back her hair. A voice crackled over the speaker as she began to feel the train slow down.

“We are arriving at the Zurich, Switzerland station. We hope you enjoyed your travels and wish you a great day.” the synthetic woman said.

Standing up as the train rolled to a stop, she grabbed her bag and started to make her way to the exit. With Jack following behind her, she pushed her way through the crowd and out of the small door.

“I really enjoyed talking to you, Jack.” Angela said, turning around to address the man who was currently battling the crowd with her.

“Me too. I’m extremely glad that I was lucky enough to meet you today.” he grinned.

Turning back around again, she battled her way through the crowd. Her face contorted into a look of discomfort as she was squished between hundreds of people struggling to get out of the train station. As a doctor, she knew just how many germs people carried with them, and all she wanted to do was wash her hands and her body. Finally bursting out of the entrance of the  station, she was able to take a deep breath.

“I guess this is goodbye for now?” Jack asked, looking at his watch and back up at Angela. “I need to get on my way to this meeting.”

Angela’s face fell a little. She really didn’t want to have to leave him. She felt such a connection with him! “Yeah, I guess.” she shrugged. “I should be on my way to my meeting too.” she said with a yawn. Gosh was she tired.

“Ok,” Jack scratched the back of his head, “Guess I’ll talk to ya later?”

“Definitely” she smiled sleepily.

As they parted ways, Angela felt increasingly more empty. “Oh, Ang…” she rolled her eyes at herself, “You’re definitely overreacting.”

While trying to shake this thought , another one crossed her mind. Jack had said he would talk to her later, but that wasn’t going to happen. They never exchanged numbers. She felt her heart plummet at that, but tried to talk some sense into herself.

“He lives in the States, so I’d probably never see him anyway.” she tried to tell herself, but it wasn’t of any use. She was still terribly disappointed. Walking farther away from the train station, looking for a coffee shop to get some caffeine for her tired self, she continued to try and convince herself it wasn’t meant to be anyway.

“Are you Winston?” Angela asked inquisitively, sipping the last of the coffee she bought before making her way to the Overwatch headquarters.

“Why yes I am.” the gorilla smiled, turning away from his work. “And I assume you are Doctor Ziegler?”

“In the flesh!” she smiled, offering him a wave.

“You are just on time. I shall bring you to the meeting room to present your newest invention to our Strike Commander and his team.” he gestured towards the door. He began down the hallway, and Angela followed closely behind.

“Please don’t feel nervous Doctor Ziegler,” he smiled, “your work has not been in vain and the fruit of all your labor is quite amazing. They will definitely see your work as an asset to the team and their missions.”

“Thank you.” she said, chewing on her lip. Was she really so nervous others could visibly see it?

The gorilla took a sudden turn to the right through an open door. Upon entering the room, Angela noticed a long table, with the Overwatch symbol above the head of the table. “This must be their official meeting room.” she pondered to herself.

The eyes of the occupants of the room turned to her, and her eyes immediately moved to the floor. She was normally not as nervous as she was in that moment, but she had to persuade some of the most important people in the whole organization that using something she had worked so long and hard on was the correct choice.

“Angela, this is the strike team of Overwatch.” Winston said, pointing at the people throughout the room. Looking up, Angela took a deep breath and waved, trying her best to mask her nervousness. “And I would like to introduce you to the head of this team’s actions, Strike Commander Jack Morrison.”

When her eyes came up to meet the ones of the Commander, her heart skipped a beat. She knew those blue eyes. Hell, she was intoxicated by them.

“Angela?” he asked, and she offered him an awkward, nervous smile.

Winston had a confused look on his face, wondering how these two knew each other. What were the odds that the person she had practically fallen in love with would be the person that commanded the strike team of Overwatch? Maybe they were meant to be? When the meeting started, Angela was so insanely nervous, but as time went on, the small smiles of encouragement she received from Jack made her more confident in herself and her words.

When the meeting had been adjourned, she shook hands with many of the members and shared some small conversation. She was glad that these people liked her work and were eager to employ it in their own. The minute the last person left the room (a very bubbly and talkative British woman known as Tracer), Jack gave her the same smile that roped her into him in the first place.

“Let’s do this the right way this time.” he laughed, handing her a scrap of paper obviously torn from the corner of his notes from the meeting. Smiling, she pocketed what she recognized as his number and left her hand over it to make sure she wouldn’t lose it.

“Guess I’ll talk to you later?” he shrugged.

“Definitely.” she beamed.

And this time, she knew she would be able to.


Overwatch Heroes (9/21): Mercy

“Heroes never die.”

Dr. Angela Ziegler rose to become the head of surgery at a prominent Swiss hospital before pioneering a breakthrough in the field of applied nanobiology that radically improved the treatment of life-threatening illnesses and injuries. It was this expertise that attracted the attention of Overwatch.

Because her parents had been taken by war, Ziegler was opposed to the organization’s militaristic approach to keeping global peace. Ultimately, she recognized that Overwatch offered her the opportunity to save lives on a much larger scale. As Overwatch’s head of medical research, Angela sought to leverage her work for healing in frontline crises. The result was the Valkyrie swift-response suit, which Ziegler herself piloted on many Overwatch missions.

what mercy is: a jewish-coded character that probably suffers from ptsd due to both of her parents dying in the war that potentially lead to her dedicating her life to researching nanobiology to keep people alive. she probably developed an unhealthy, terrible savior complex where she believes in saving everyone and keeping everyone she cares about alive no matter the costs and consequences of her actions. she also has white savior imagery plastered all over her as a conventionally attractive blonde with angel motifs, which alone is an alright reason not to be fond of her. she also doesn’t have any true character development as far as the Overwatch canon goes and it makes her pretty uninteresting.

what mercy isn’t: a nazi witch that wants to experiment on poc

i just love how varied and impressive the women of overwatch are??? here’s a condensed lore post for people who are interested, or who don’t play but want to, or who just love these ladies:

zarya was a russian weighlifting champion (whose record was 512, higher than any olympic athlete to date) who gave up the competitive scene to save her family and homeland. was, at at 16, the youngest #1 professional gamer who joined up with other professionals to defend her country. she is fiercely competitive and very loyal.

mercy is a 37 year old doctor, and was the head surgeon at a swiss hospital who singe-handedly pioneered a breakthrough in NANOBIOLOGY before joining overwatch to save lives, even though she is a pacifist and very anti-war.

symmetra is a (canon!) autistic and ocd desi woman, a genius, and grew up in extreme poverty. even though she’s very logical, she uses the technology she mastered (top of her class) at an academy in a way that is conducive to her culture through dance. she has a prosthetic arm. 

pharah is an egyptian high ranking military officer who hails from a long line of distinguished soldiers. her mother was a renowned sharpshooter and one of the founding members of overwatch. after she left the army with distinguished service, she became a top-secret security agent for a research facility in giza, the most important facility for protecting the innocents in the area.

mei is a chinese scientist that specializes in abnormal climate phenomena. her team died but she loves the earth so much she continued the entire team’s worth of research by herself so she could try and fix the ecological crisis before joining overwatch

tracer was the youngest person to be accepted into an experimental flight program, and uses the powers she gained from an accident during one of her test runs to defend people.

widowmaker was once amelie, the wife of an overwatch officer in charge of strategy against a terrorist organization. when they couldn’t get to him through their usual methods, they kidnapped and heavily brainwashed her, performed experiments and training to make her the ultimate spy, and sent her back as a sleeper agent. she got her name by by killing her husband, and now is the most effective agent of the terrorist organization.

and as a wonderful bonus, none of the woc are voiced by white women. their ages are varied, but they are all good, heroic people, and the diversity in this game is just SO so amazing.

mercy, reaper, and genji

Ok but consider: 

Genji, Reaper, and Mercy all operate using different developmental stages of the same medical tech. 


Mercy was Overwatch’s chief medical officer, and specialized in applied nanobiology. She developed the Valkyrie Swift Response Suit while there. At some point after the inception of Overwatch, she used this applied technology to save the life of Genji. 

Hanzo straight up thinks his brother is dead- whatever happened to him, it had to be pretty drastic for him to believe that he finished the job.

The same technology that created the VSR suit likely stabilized what was left of Genji Shimada, and his current “robotic” body is the direct result of a nano-tech suit being modified to bring a severely crippled man back from the brink and back into front-line fighting order. 


At some point after the Omnic Crisis, Gabriel Reyes organized an armed rebellion that ended in a massive explosion at the Overwatch Swiss headquarters. He was presumed dead, and yet, he too is still here, under the moniker Reaper. In game conversation between himself and Mercy suggests that she’s responsible for his current state.

Reaper’s abilities could come from an upgrade of the same technology that saved Genji’s life. Mercy, likely seeing what turmoil Genji’s new “body” put him through (and what sort of doctor doesn’t do follow ups?) likely poured her efforts into refining her nanotech- and Gabriel may have been the first field test of that (either through panicked necessity or through calculated risk). Cellular regeneration without a full body robotic sleeve keeping you alive. Only… 

Reaper’s cells are said to “decay and regenerate at an increased rate” (Overwatch Wikia), and it’s also said that the bodies of his victims seem to have undergone intense cellular degradation. So to add to the sheer edge factor, consider this:

Reaper is basically a nanotech vampire. The nanites that flood his system stimulate rapid regeneration- … and rapid decay as well. If Reaper wants to stay “alive” as he is now, he has to be in close proximity to things that his nanites can cannibalize for materials so his body doesn’t eat itself up in a non-stop biological overclock.

now, MERCY:

Years after the fact, Overwatch and its agents are recalled by Winston. 
When Mei and Mercy are on a team together in game, Mei expresses surprise, saying that Angela hasn’t aged a bit. Ostensibly, Mercy’s age is 37- for a woman pushing forty, she’s remarkably youthful. Now, Mei was frozen in cryogenic suspension, but Mercy hasn’t been exempted from the flow of time, so what’s her excuse? 

Well, nanotech. 

A doctor committed to helping people in dangerous parts of the world should have at least two- maybe three tricks up her sleeve, right? Passive healing, an unusually youthful appearance given her age: I’m willing to bet that Mercy’s perpetual youth is a late stage refinement of the same nanite technology that saved Reaper. Cellular regeneration without the horrifying side effects. For a master in her field, it wouldn’t surprise me in the least.

It’ll be interesting to see if more info on these guys gets released, and how well it’ll line up with my two cents. Of course, all this is extrapolation based on character relationships, so take it as you will!  |D

Something that’s been bothering me...

Mercy didn’t build Genji’s cyborg/bionic/robotic/whatever body. She’s a medical doctor, a surgeon, a pioneer when it comes to applied nanobiology, but she’s not a damned engineer. She saved his life and kept him alive until his new body was built, yes. But she had zero input on the actual creation of it. 

I’m seeing all these posts of ‘Mercy built Genji’s butt lol’ and just… No. She didn’t.