You wake up with a small headache as the ship lands. You shake off your stupor. You don't remember falling asleep. You stretch a bit before standing up.
McCree has already woken, or he never fell asleep. He's standing by a window, looking out to Overwatch HQ. You smile. You're home.
"Look, (Y/N)." McCree turns and faces you.
"You don't have to like me, but can we at least pretend for everyone else? I mean, try to be... nice to each other? For today..." You don't say anything, you just sigh and nod. McCree opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn't say anything. You hold your head, the headache smarts.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine." You stand, and feel like you're going to fall over. Crap. You steady yourself on the ship. The hangar door opens and you and McCree walk out.
You hear a squeal as a flash of blue light appears in front of you and you're nearly tackled by Lena.
"(Y/N)!" She's wearing a black tank top and grey sweatpants. "We were so worried about you! Y'know, Jesse told Morrison not to contact you but I wanted to so badly!" She zipped over to McCree and gave him a bear hug. You saw his eyes dart over to you, mouth in a thin line. He put on a good fake smile, and Lena didn't seem to notice.
"Aah, (Y/N), you're so bloody! You need to see Ange. Go on! I'll take care of Jessica." You can't help but smile, even though it's the last thing you want to do. You're bone tired, and the huge Deadlock shaped scab on your back must've broken. That better leave a pretty frickin cool scar. You chuckle a bit. Everything seems more under control.
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The second Angela sees you step through the door, she runs over to you and hugs you. "Thank God you're okay." She breaks from the hug and smiles at you. You smile weakly, and try to stay calm as you feel blood drip down your back.
"(Y/N), are you okay?" You feel faint.
"Nope."
You tell her about how the massive scab came to be. "You're in luck." She says as she cleans you up. "This will be a pretty good looking scar once it heals." She chuckles. You laugh too. You haven't laughed in a long time. It takes you back to your first day at Overwatch HQ. Laughing your head off with Angela. You miss the simple things.
She lets you go, and tells you to find McCree and report to Morrison to find your ranking. You almost forgot about the fact that this was a placement mission.
You enter Morrison's office to find Jesse already sitting there. He doesn't look at you. Good.
"Ah, (L/N). Glad you could join us." Morrison sits down across from you.
"I have a couple questions. What the hell happened out there?"
"I was captured, sir. It took a month for me to escape. There were no good opportunities-"
"Then why didn't you call us in to pick you up?"
"Firstly, I don't quit. Secondly, I lost my watch."
"McCree? Why didn't you get her out of there. That's your job."
"I knew if I walked in there they'd shoot her just to get to me. They also thought I was dead."
"So did I. That's why I waited it out. That's bullsh-" Morrison's glare is enough to silence you.
"I've heard enough. McCree, I need to talk to you later, about how a supposed mission to take out one person ended up being a mission to capture all of Deadlock, with an inexperienced agent."
He lied to Morrison? No wonder he let the mission go through... he must've thought it was safer.
"As for you, (L/N), you've shown serious discipline, intelligence, and strength. From what McCree told me you managed to capture all of Deadlock by yourself. Lower Agents, Gold Team. I suspect you'll be taking the Upper Agent test within a few years. You can head up to the sleeping quarters and put away your things. Thank you for your time, McCree, stay here."
You walk down the hall, feeling, well, mostly exhausted, but a little bit excited. You enter the lower agent sleeping quarters and head to the gold section. You check the list of people on the team.
[Gold Team]
Primary: Madison Haal [Attack]
Secondary: Mark Bareman [Defense]
Tertiary: Aden Striker [Tank]
4. Ginger Prowe [Support]
5. Jack Ryoto [Attack]
6. Hera Whitfield [Defense]
7. Alta Germain [Support]
8. Marcus Martinez [Tank]
9. Alen Smith [Support]
10. Hunter Jones [Defense]
11. Mary Gordon [Tank]
12. (F/N)(L/N) [Attack]
You take a breath and open the door. There's a main room with a table and chairs, which is littered, well, neatly littered with papers of all sorts. There's also a couch and a large TV mounted on the wall. There's a girl standing near the TV swiping holographic images away, and another boy sitting on the couch.
"Are you all supposed to be-" The girl turns to you, and stops when she doesn't recognize your face. She has dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. She also has a scar that runs down her cheek and disappears into her shirt.
"It's the newbie, Ginger." The guy doesn't even look at you. He has dark brown hair, it almost looked black upon first inspection. They're both wearing uniforms
"Oh, the one with no prior training. The one who McCree took on a suicide mission and survived." She pulls up your photo and Overwatch file on the screen.
"H-how do you know?"
"I know a lot of stuff. I may be a medic, but I do my research on new team members." She winks at you before turning back to the screen.
"I have some free time in 5 minutes if you want me to give you a rundown, (Y/N). You know, what'll be expected of you. Huh, looks like you've been put on attack.
"Ooh! You did a good job with the gang, and by yourself. Neato. Well, you'll fit in. We have a mission in 48 hours. Everyone else is out training, and our Primary, Madison-"
"Primary?"
"Team leader."
The boy gets up and walks out.
"Don't worry about him, he's a weirdo. Anyway, Madison should be done reporting to Commander Morrison soon. So you can meet her then. You're stuff's already in the girl's dorms on the left, you can go unpack and set up."
This girl talks a lot. "Thanks a lot, ah, Ginger was it?"
"Yep. Nice to meet you (Y/N)."
You enter the dorm to see an array of beds, nightstands, and shelves. From what you can tell, people put their clothing in the drawers under the bed, and their sentimental stuff on the nightstand or shelves above the bed. There're six beds, but only five used. Doing the math, there should be five girls, five boys, split even.
A familiar box lies on the bed. It holds the framed picture Angela taped together for you, and another one. A framed photo of you, Jesse, Genji, Angela, and Lena. You smile, but it wavers when your eyes linger on Jesse. You put both the pictures on the shelf above your bed. Your uniform and spare clothes have been neatly put into the drawers beneath the bed. You don't have anything else except for your watch.
"Athena?" You call out to the room.
"Yes, GA (Y/N)?"
"GA?"
"Gold Agent. What can I do for you?"
"I don't have a phone, can you contact Joseph (L/N) and ask him if he could bring some personal items from home?"
"Yes. I'll let you know when he responds."
Silence.
Ginger knocks softly on the door. "Hey, do you want me to show you the ropes? I thought you may, y'know, want some help."
"Yeah that'd be amazing. You chuckle."
"Well come on." She motions for you to come into the commons. You sit down around the table.
"So, the first thing you want to know is the ranking system. There's the Primary, Madison. She's the Team Leader of sorts. Then there's the Secondary, Mark, he's the second command, and then there's the Tertiary, Aden, who's kind of a leader in training, basically third in command. The rest of us, we don't have a title. You follow?" You nod.
"There're two main teams. First is made up of the Primary, and five other agents. That would be Madison, me, you, Hera, Marcus, and Alen. Other team is the Secondary and Tertiary, and the rest of the crew. So, Mark, Aden, Alta, Hunter, Mary, and Jack."
"So... we have a mission in a few days... and I have no idea how to deal with a team."
"Yeah that would be problematic..."
All of a sudden, the door to the Gold commons flew open. It was a tall woman with black curly hair that was styled into a tight Afro. "Prowe, (L/N), we have an issue. Mission's been moved, Clawe's moving into New York sooner than we expected. We leave in 12 hours. Pack your stuff. Nice to meet you (Y/N)."
She slams the door closed. "You heard the woman! Grab your stuff!" Ginger yells at you.
"I only have a pistol!"
"Yeah we'll have to deal with that."
She contacts someone with her watch and pulls you along, taking you down to the weapons gallery.
This is your first mission.
And you have no idea what you're getting yourself into.