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princevolker2788 · 7 years

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Mercy76 Week 2: Day 3 – Post Downfall

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The Orca set down in the hangar, engines stuttering. Soldier 76 looked over the interior, grimacing at the sullen sight before him. Bullet holes and scorch marks pockmarked the interior, and a thin layer of smoke permeated the air.

D.va was nursing a wounded arm, her skin suit was torn away at the shoulder, revealing torn muscle and shattered bone. Angela was at her side, using her staff to repair the damage. After a minute or so the wound managed to close, though it would still need tending back at base.

Regardless, she offered the medic a smile and turned to her damaged MEKA. The machine would need at least a weeks worth of maintenance to be ready for action again. Next to her lay Lucio, currently snoring against an equally exhausted (and soon to be infuriated Sayta Vaswani).

“It could have been worse.” Whispered Angela.

“Mmm…”

She rested a hand on his forearm.

“Come on, I need to check your wounds.”

“I’m fine.”

She snorted and moved him to the front of the aircraft.

“You took a piece of shrapnel to the back of your shoulder, either I pull it out here, or we wait until we get back to base.”

He chuckled.

Without further ceremony she started removing the leather jacket and his shirt from his shoulders. He grunted as the strand of leather that remained was pulled from the wound.

“You were lucky.”

“We all were…”

She hummed, then stuck a hypo into his neck.

“Ow!”

“Oh don’t be such a baby.”

He took a quick look back and saw the faintest edge of a smile on her lips.

“Now this part, you can winge about.”

He grit his teeth as she readied a laser scalpel and a pair of pliers. The hypo did enough to dull the pain, but not erase it completely as she began removing the piece of steel bit by bit.

“How many times have we done this?” he asked.

“Countless.”

She removed the last piece and thrust a pad of gauze into the gash. He hissed, biting his inner lip as the disinfectant did its work.

“Hana has ten inches of steel to protect her, what do you have?” she chastised, bringing the staff to bear on the wound.

“The Mech was damaged, and Lucio was busy with Fareeha and the others. She needed a second, nothing more.”

The wound closed, leaving nothing more than an ache.

“Your scars are almost faded.”

She ran a finger along the largest one; it ran from his left shoulder to mid back. A larger Omnic had done it, any deeper and it would have cut him in half. Angela had moved quick then, it was the first time she’d used her staff. It barely worked, but it had been enough to stop the bleeding.

“You told me to watch myself.”

“And you elected to ignore my advice.”

He chuckled.

“Hadn’t intended to…”

Angela turned him around, placing both hands on the side of the mask, and pressed the release catch. Slowly she removed the mask, bringing her doctor’s gaze to bear on him.

“Still the wise cracker.”

“The years couldn’t kill that.”

She smirked and pressed her lips to his.

“Gross…”

They both turned their gazes onto Lena, who giggled and snapped a photo before rushing off.

“Uh oh.” He whispered.

“I don’t care anymore.”

She brought him in for a deep kiss, tangling her fingers into his locks with a giggle.

#mercy76 week #Day 3 #angela ziegler #Jack Morrison #Week 2

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dodadum · 7 years

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Mercy76 week - Day 1 “Firsts”

I just realised that this old draft kinda fits with the theme of day 1! First "date" and first kiss. I hope you enjoy my first published Mercy76 fic! (I am super nervous about posting this hahaha)

(Btw, the song I quote is The Devil by Michael Mott performed by Sierra Boggess. Go listen to it! It’s a great song ❤)

Jack, you really don’t have to do this..“ Angela groaned as Jack pushed her along with him out of the building. She could admit that she had been locked inside her office for a bit too long, but she had things to do! Jack couldn’t just barge into her office and force her with him outside. Not that she didn’t like it, she enjoyed having someone care about her own health for once.

“Oh yes I do! Angela you’ve been glued to that desk for three days now, you need to get some fresh air.” Jack said in a very scolding manner, but laughed it off. They exited the building and walked out into the chilly November weather. It wasn’t snowing, but it was still quite cold. Angela immediately felt her cheeks redden from the cold, as she was used to the heating in her office.

“Where are we even going?” Angela asked, tightening her scarf around her. She asked, a little irritated as she thought about all the work she still had to do when she got back. This had only delayed her research even further.

“It’s a surprise. And would you stop thinking about work? I can tell just by the look on your face that you’re thinking of that big heap of papers on your desk. Can you please try and relax? Just for today? For me?” Jack smiled and looked down at her with his puppy-dog eyes. Angela sighed and pouted her lips.

“I might try.” The corners of her mouth turned up into a soft smile.

“Alright, we’re here! You don’t even know it yet, Angie, but this is gonna be your new favourite restaurant.”

They rounded a corner and Jack pointed at a medium-sized building with a tiny sign in front of it that read “Maurice’s Angel Bistro”. Angela snickered and Jack glared down at her.

“What’s the deal? Are you mocking me for my taste in food?”

“No, no..” Angela laughed. “You do know that I know Maurice, right?”

Jack’s jaw fell to the ground.

“You know THE Maurice? How?!”

“I thought that’s why you brought me here.. He and I met while I was studying for a year in France and after meeting me he decided to branch his restaurant into Switzerland. I’ve been a loyal customer ever since. He’s like family! But we haven’t spoken at all since I joined Overwatch, so I doubt he’ll recognise me..” Angela gave a half-hearted smile and put a strand of her hair behind her ear. They stepped inside and the warm atmosphere was like a shock from the cold air outside. Before they were even barely inside they heard heavy footsteps quickly approaching them. Angela felt a pair of thick arms around her as she was swept into the air.

“Angela! Mon ange!” The man named Maurice exclaimed with a large smile. Angela smiled back with a laugh as Maurice put her back on the floor.

“Hello Maurice, it’s been way too long.”

“Indeed it has, mon cheri. You should know better and call every now and then!”

Jack could barely hear the man trough his thick French accent. He chuckled as Angela was put back down on the ground. That’s when Maurice looked at him.

“My my, isn’t it Jack Morrison, the poster boy of Overwatch itself? What are you doing with my angel out like this?” Maurice raised a brow and leaned in close to him. He was a very tall man, and easily overshadowed Jack.

“Oh, it’s nothing like that Monsieur! I’m just treating Angela dinner.”

“That’s a shame, she’s a very good girl you know.” Maurice whispered to him and grinned with a chuckle. Jack blushed.

“Come on, l’ll get you two a table before I go back into the kitchen.” Maurice led Jack and Angela to a table by a window, a little separated from the rest, and left them with some menus as he went back to the kitchen as he said he would.

Jack noticed there was someone up on the stage playing piano music and an empty mic standing in the middle of the stage. Perhaps it was open mic night?

“Maurice can be a bit overwhelming the first time you meet him, but I promise he’s a good man once you get to know him.” Angela said as she looked up from her menu.

“Oh, that was nothing. He seems nice.” Jack chuckled and closed his menu, having already decided on his dish. “Pick whatever you want, by the way. My treat.”

Angela wanted to resist and urge him that she could pay for herself, but knew she would be starting an already lost argument. She smiled in response and looked back into the menu.

“I’ve never been here on an open-mic night before. You think anyone will sing?” Jack asked as he looked back at the stage, making him miss Angela’s eyes widening with an expression similar to fear.

Not today. Any day but today, she thought to herself.

“I-I don’t know, no one has ever sung when I’ve been here!”

She tried to laugh away her nervousness but failed horribly.

Not long after they had been seated Maurice returned with a expensive-looking bottle of wine which he poured up in two glasses and placed them in front of Angela and Jack. They made their orders and Maurice took the menus. That’s when he glanced at Angela with a smirk.

Angela shook her head furiously.

“No, Maurice I am not going up there! I haven’t…”

“Nonsense! Pierre is here, he remembers your song well! Couldn’t you do it, just for this old fool? S'il vous plaît? For old times’ sake!” Maurice batted his eyelashes which made Angela laugh. Jack was staring at the two, wondering what in the world was going on.

Maurice then suddenly grabbed Angela’s arm and pulled her out of her seat.

“I’m very sorry, Monsieur Jack, but I am going to have to steal your angel for one moment. You will see her again soon, I promise.” Maurice winked and hurried with Angela towards the stage.

“I’m sorry, Jack!” Angela called back to him with a nervous smile before she was rushed away. Jack just chuckled, still very confused about the whole situation.

Jack watched Angela get put onto the stage and sat down on a bar-stool type of chair by the mic. The man by the piano finished his piece and looked at Angela, awaiting her call. She looked very nervous. Somehow Jack’s eyes met hers despite the distance between them and Jack gave her a reassuring smile. It seemed to calm her down as she smiled back and looked at the man by the piano who started playing soft notes. Then she started singing.

“Oh, the devil has a secret… And he’ll keep it as long as he can… He will mask his face any time or place, but beneath is one hell of a man.”

Jack was absolutely baffled and mesmerised by her voice. He could never have imagined that she could sing, especially like that. His heart seemed to flutter just listening to her.

“But when he calls out my name, I submit to his game… I remember the night when he followed my light as he came face to face with my flame…”

Jack never wanted that magical moment to end, but as the song drew to a close he cheered and clapped loudly along with the rest of the audience. Angela bowed with a wide and bright smile on her face before she made her way down from the stage back to their table. As she saw his gaping mouth she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Should I take that as a positive response?”

“Angela, that was absolutely amazing! I had no idea you could sing like that.” Jack gave her the most genuine smile he could as they sat back down and their food arrived. During their dinner, Angela couldn’t help but glance up at Jack’s few times, who looked very handsome in the candle light. She caught Jack’s glance a few times as well, thinking she had been caught when it in fact she caught him staring at her.

They said goodbye to Maurice on the way out of the restaurant to brace the great outdoors. It had already gotten dark and the only light now came from the moon and the dim streetlights. It had also started snowing, which left the both of them shocked. But it served as a reason for Angela to stay close to Jack so they could both be warm.

“Well, here we are.” Angela said as they closed up on her apartment building. She stayed close to him, wrapped around his arm all the way to the door.

“I had a great time at least, filled with lots of surprises.” Jack chuckled and looked down at her.

“I had a lovely time as well. Thank you for dragging me out here, Jack.” She smiled up at him. She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek but Jack’s head turned at the last second, by accident or not she’ll never know, and their lips met with a weird mix of cold air and warm breaths. What surprised them both was that neither of them pulled away at first, they simply stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity. Jack’s arm wrapped around her back and held her close, even when they parted. They both had a deep blush on their cheeks. Then they started laughing. Her laugh was one the most beautiful things he’d ever heard in his life, tied with her singing.

“Goodnight, Jack.” Angela smiled and kissed him on the cheek this time before slipping out of his grip and walking into her apartment building. She waved goodbye before she was completely gone. Jack’s heart felt like it was beating a thousand beats per minute and he grinned to himself as he made his way to the bus stop.

He just kissed Angela.

This had surely been the best day of his life.

Thanks for reading ❤

#mercy76 #76mercy #mercy76week #mercy76 week #angela ziegler #mercy #jack morrison #soldier 76 #soldier 76 x mercy #overwatch #overwatch fanfic #BOY am I nervous about posting this hahaha

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n00dl3gal · 7 years

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Mercy76 Week: Day 6 | AU

So this is all based around my Camp Overwatch AU from a few months ago! Click the link for more info.

Also I had no idea where this was going and it’s barely coherent.

Archive of Our Own: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9849701/chapters/22247996

Most of the time, Jack loves his job. He gets to spend his time outdoors, the kids adore him, and there’s free room and board. Granted, it’s in a bunk bed with some child who usually wets the bed and a diet of cafeteria food, but he wouldn’t trade being counselor for anything.

Most of the time, anyway. Not right now, though, when the (insanely cute) camp nurse is staring him down.

“This is the third time this week you’ve had to take one of your kids to me for first aid,” Angela chastises him. She grabs a bandage and places it over Jamie’s burn. “I never see Gabriel’s kids getting hurt.”

“That’s because Reyes runs his group like a military,” Jack says. “This is summer camp, not boot camp.”

She ignores him and instead gives the hurt boy a gentle smile. “Now then, Jamison, how did you get burned?”

“Mako dared me to put me hand in the campfire!” Jamie answers cheerfully. “Said he’d give me a dollar!”

“And Counselor Morrison didn’t stop you from endangering your life because...?”

“Lena had run off somewhere with Hana’s DS, I asked Mei to watch them for a second!” Jack says, face flushing. “I thought that-”

Whatever defense he had dies in his throat as Gabriel opens the door, leading a soaking wet girl and bleeding boy. “What happened?” Angela asks, jumping to her feet.

“Lucio and Satya got into another fight,” Reyes explains, voice gravely.

“He stole my art project!” Satya yells.

“I was just lookin’ at it! You didn’t have to throw scissors at me!”

Satya grimaces, on the verge of tears. “You didn’t need to push me into the lake and ruin my dress!”

“ENOUGH!” Reyes bellows, silencing the bickering children. “Both of you, sit down.”

Angela sighs, pushing back her bangs. “Jamie, Morrison, I need you to leave now. Gabriel, could you grab some towels for Satya?”

As the nurse sets to work on Lucio’s shoulder, Jack and Jamison leave the medical cabin. “Thin she’s comin’ around?” the child questions brightly.

“Hope so, Jamie. I don’t know how many more accidents I can ask you kids to get into.”

(In case it wasn’t clear, Jack is asking his kids to get hurt so he has an excuse to visit Angela. She’s semi-aware of this and lowkey sick of his BS.)

#noodle writes #mercy76 #mercy 76 #mercy76 week #camp overwatch #summer camp au #overwatch #overwatch fanfic #fanfiction

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nitr0glycer1ne · 7 years

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FALLEN FROM HEAVEN // MERCY76 WEEK 2017 Click here for all the illustrations & fics ♡ Thank you so much @mercy76week !! I had a blast, and it made my week of reviewing before finals actually enjoyable, while forcing me to draw and write daily. I had a blast working on this project and seeing everyone’s entries ♡ I know I’m still not done with the fic parts, they should be up in the upcoming days, but I’m still glad I managed to fill every prompt with an illustration on time! It was my first time participing in such an event while it took place and I had so much fun! Thank you everyone ♡♡

#mercy76week #mercy #soldier 76 #mercy76 #overwatch #my art #fanart #mercy76 week #ow #angela ziegler #jack morrison #otp #copic #nitro art #drawing #illustration

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rusticcelly · 7 years

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If I’m not mistaken, today’s the last day of Mercy76 Week (with an “anything you want” theme - yes?)! Being I have no creative motivation to write and/or draw I haven’t even finished previous projects I wanted to add just a little something, which, after seeing everyone else’s work, this pales in comparison!

Every time there’s a Mercy on our team I try to get her attention by putting sprays next to hers, or waving and emoting beside her. Most times they get the hint! Same goes for when I’m Mercy, I usually follow the Soldiers around boosting them.

I was Mercy last night and a Soldier kept purposefully running into me, so I boosted him and followed him around and helped him get play of the game, good times.

#Mercy76 #Mercy76 Week #Soldier 76 #Mercy #Overwatch #Mercy76Week #also I want to add that I spent 1000 coins on Soldiers daredevil skin and its the greatest thing ever getting potg with it

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z076 · 7 years

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Have Faith (Part Four)

First / Second / Third / Fourth / Fifth

Okay so I’m kinda excited for this part. I’m feeling better from last week and felt like I was able to write better. It’s a little longer than my normal ones, but enjoy. @xavirne , @imlostinatunnel , and @abahwrites , thank you guys for all of your support and you all inspire me greatly to write.

Also, yay for hitting 30 followers! I’m getting more and more everyday; know that I appreciate each and every one of you. I’m grateful for the support and feedback you give me. Next part will be up next week.

They landed after a few hours in a completely different landscape. Oak trees, real mountains, streams and snow… It was something that more so reminded him of home. Home was rolling plains, but this would be the closest he would ever get to that again. Jack liked to imagine the area could be extremely populated with wildlife. Even though he was supposed to keep up the strong façade of his, deep down he was still a caring farm boy at heart and loved animals. They moved through rusted abandoned structures, from what appeared to be as old as the Omnic Crisis; mountains that were so rigorous that it made even Ana lose her breath; woods that oozed life with every step that they took. They scavenged day in and day out and took whatever they could find. Old rusted tin cans, bits of string, rations (that were probably far past their expiration date, but they tried to eat them anyway), a switchblade, sticks, and old crumpled-up posters of propaganda, which would do nicely in the fire. The nights were cold and sometimes even a little snowy, but they stayed motivated. They knew what was waiting for them at the end of their journey. On one of their last nights, Jack had set up a fire when Ana asked, “Jack?” “Yeah?” “Do you think Fareeha will still love me?” “Of course she will.” — This was the last day. They were supposed to get to the makeshift base with a chance of the agents being there. Supposed to. The faster they approached, the more he second guessed himself. He panicked as they entered an open clearing but tried to conceal it from Ana. But the base was very real. It existed, and it was right in front of them. He frantically scanned the oaks for enemies or other agents. Ana broke out into a sprint for the base and Jack followed closely behind. It was too late. The moment the bullet cut through Ana’s head was when his life fell apart. His past, present, and future crumbled before him. Ana had always been there to support him. Been a better friend than Gabriel in many ways before the explosion. And here they were. The blood went everywhere. Blood was nothing new to Jack. But the bullet had shattered her mask, shattered her chances at a good life, shattered his own dignity. Jack wanted to imagine that she was at peace now. This is what she had wanted after all. To see her daughter and make her old friend happy again. He had to do this for himself and in Ana’s memory now. He attempted to move her body to behind a hill. A bullet hit his thigh from afar and he screamed out in agony. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t carry Ana, he couldn’t do anything but focus on the pain. His pant leg soaked and dripping with blood clung to his leg. Another bullet sunk deep into his shoulder, right where Gabriel had shot him months before. It hurt even more than the previous shot but he persisted. He dragged Ana and limped away. He managed to drag himself and Ana’s body past the hill and hunkered down, bullets raining past him every now and then. The sounds of gunshots ringed out across the clearing, and then, silence. He broke down in wet sobs which fogged up the entirety of his mask, but he didn’t care. “Please… I can’t do this alone…” He knew it was useless. He thought about Fareeha. He thought about how he would have to tell her this. He thought about Angela, and how she’ll - Oh. He was still bleeding. Shit. It wasn’t stopping. I can’t die now. I’m so close. The blood kept flowing out of his wounds like raging rivers. No! His existence felt light, dizzy, slipping farther and farther away. The biotic canister was close, but his strength was disappearing from him faster. Maybe he’d be happy like Ana knowing he had tried. A brilliant display of lights from above brought hope to his fading self. It helped to keep him conscious for a few seconds longer, but then darkness was taking its hold. Angela… “Now is not your time…” — “Now, Angela, you still need to take care of him. Regardless of who he is.” The man was recovering in the infirmary. They had taken all of his weapons and armor, left him a shell of what he was. Winston insisted that leaving his mask on for privacy was the right thing to do. Angela disagreed. She tried her best to be reasonable about the situation, but she didn’t know how to feel about the stranger in their home. She had an uneasy feeling about him and would rather be in her office than watching over him. “I know, Winston. I took an oath…” She sighed in slight frustration, “He might have just given us away to the enemies. Or maybe he is the enemy. What if he tries to kill us?” On the camera, the man stirred. “It’s about time we talked with him, Angela.”

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eostre94 · 7 years

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[Fanfic] Laid to Rest

Fandom: Overwatch

Characters: Jack Morrison/Soldier 76, Angela Ziegler/Mercy

Pairing: Mercy 76 (Jack x Angela)

Concepts: RoleReversed! AU for Mercy and Soldier 76 in which it was the former who "died" and came back as the vigilante Nemesis. The latter would be under the code SC - 76.

Preface: Greetings everyone! It's been quite a while since I wrote something like this, since I have been very busy with stuff happening (ie. LoA in Med School, seeking help, trying to now find work, etc.). I just hope to anyone who wants to read it to enjoy really. If you happen to like it, feel free to tell me. Comments/reviews/PMs? will be greatly appreciated (criticisms will be fine as well as long as it is fully meant to be constructive, let's all be nice here)

P.S.: I still want to say big thanks to the people who brought like Mercy76 around for me to enjoy being hopefully a part of! Big shoutout to people like @ynartistic, @xavirne, @angelicsoldier who made amazing fanart and fanfic that I wanted to contribute in the way I can. Hope to also meet more people! I also hope to put some more time into writing in general now!

It was dark for 2PM in the afternoon. Way too dark and cloudy for a supposedly nice Tuesday out. If I can recall, the weather omnic from the local news said that there would be a storm coming around Friday. I guess even today, with some much advancements in, weather reports can still get it wrong.

Tugging at my overcoat's collar more, careful not to ruin the thing I held onto, I continued my walk to where I needed to be. It was nice for the former higher ups to keep hush about where all the things were laid to rest. It was also nice that a lot of supporters still allowed the place to be kept nice and well. It was the same for those who remained to be here without welling up in anger and or sadness.

I continued my walk around the place, thankful that there weren't many people around the place. It was always a hassle when people noticed who I am. It was nice at first to be remembered as "The Poster Boy" for what was once loved. Then be hated, destroyed and now after so long, to have resurfaced. I shudder at the thought that history might repeat itself again, but I am confident at the new path the recall. Hoping it will lead a path much different from before.

'Not that I was of any fucking help.'

I groaned in my head for letting that bit of self-depreciation blurt out in me, not that there wasn't any truth to it. Being here right now in this place is a testament to what had happened.

This place that held so many memories and now is a place of remembering those memories.

A memorial.

A memorial of what was once the Swiss Headquarters of Overwatch.

The memorial for the members that fell when it fell with them.

When she fell with them.

I had to stop for a bit from my steady pace along the way, trying to make sure I don't well up in tears. I even look down to see the thing I was holding on my left that made me miss her more.

'Some soldier you are.' My thoughts tease back at me when I try to wipe any excess moisture on my eyes. I take take a steady breath, feeling the slight chill that signals rain coming sooner than later.

"I better hurry up and see her before I get the brunt of the storm." I muttered to myself. I decided to make a hasty pace along the other parts of the long walk in the memorial. I did not even stop by to pay tribute to monument that engraved various members who fell.

I made an internal nod to these people who died for their cause, but I needed to reach a specific statue in mind.

One that was dedicated to the humanitarian views of Overwatch.

One who fought for the right in the organization to focus more on helping the needs of others. A goal on humanitarianism rather than more on the militaristic views.

The one they used to call the Angel of Overwatch.

"Angela." I whisper it out her name once I finally reached where she laid to rest, or at least where she was last seen.

A beautiful row of white and yellow flowers were lined it lead up to a marvelous statue of clean cut gray marble. The statue was like Michaelangelo's La Pieta. It had an unnamed Overwatch soldier cradled by the angelic beauty herself. Her features still showed grace as her hair was in the usual ponytail, accompanied by her halo. Her suit accentuated her lithe body and her wings were very detailed and real. It would have seemed the statue would very much have taken flight with the fallen comrade. Her right hand caressed the soldier's nape to lift it up while her left held the thigh. Her bio-tech staff held as well upright, to illustrate the action she was known best for.

The power to heal and protect. To very much bring those close to death's clutches back to life. A gift that spoke volumes upon volumes to how amazing of a woman she was.

I walk close enough to see the pedestal the statue was placed, embedded in it was a golden metal plaque that wrote:

"Angela Ziegler, M.D.

Code name: Mercy

Born: XX/XX/2039

Death: XX/XX/2070

Truly an Angel amongst Men.

'Heroes Never Die' - Mercy"

Her famous words engraved next to an engraving of her signature next to it. As I walked towards the plaque, my gloved hand traced the neat and cursive strokes of her signature. I imagined that she was saying those words she always does that quite literally brings life.

"Heroes . . . Never Die." I muttered under my breath, as though her words would have brought her back.

Taking a step or two back, I marveled at the tall statue more up close, how it had captured her image down to her calm smile. Major respect to the sculptors who made this statue. It was so well done, that it was always a lot harder to confront her resting place every time I go to see her.

I steadied my breath and began.

"Hey Angel." I stated out, hopeful that it was not loud enough for anyone to hear, despite being somewhat empty. The slight tinge of a cool breeze acknowledged my greeting, prompting me to continue. The scenery was starting to become more dark-gray.

"It's been a while since I last came here. I have been busy." Trying to keep this awkward one-sided conversation going, I tried to keep going. Thinking like she was still here listening which would pretty much be as awkward as before.

It was a good 5 or so minutes of random idle chatting when I finally felt the chill of the air become more prominent. I huddled in my overcoat more, and realized I was still holding onto her gift while I tried to ramble on.

"I brought you these. I hope you enjoy them . . . wherever you are now." I placed the beautiful piece next to where I usually placed them whenever I had the time to visit. I am thankful the cleaners of the memorial in having kept the area clean from any dried ones from before. Sitting down in front of her statue, I tried to find myself comfortable.

"I hope you love them. I know you like these flowers, apart from the ones the people planted in front of your resting place." I look back the row of flowers of white, orange and yellow only to look back at the rather large an elaborate bouquet.

"They're called Gladiolus. They reminded me of like those tiger lilies from before and I thought you'd like them. More so since I remember how you'd always tease me for not knowing flowers." Chuckling from remembering how she would chuckle at me from the instances I bought her flowers saying the incorrect name, to which she would laugh her beautiful hearty laugh.

I remember how she would laugh with a slight snort when she finds something hilarious. How she would shake her head slowly but have that smile still grace her face when she sees an embarrassing moment happen to me and my antics. How she would have a radiant yet unkempt glow in her face when she wakes up after our nights together, something that drew me in more and more to her. How she would scrunch her face in concentration when she patches my wound, partly due to being angry with me for wounded, despite knowing my job description. The little things that she does that makes her more and more amazing.

Remembering them all makes me yearn for her so much more, even after 5 or years of being 'dead' I still miss her. I find myself comfortable in sitting in front of your statue, not even giving a flying heck if the storm rolled in right now and drenched us in its cold unforgiving deluge. I wouldn't care anymore because while they said that time heals all wounds, it still hurts knowing I caused the fall of Overwatch, I caused the tensions to happen between Gabe and I, and that I caused the love of my life to die when I should have died during the end.

"It shouldn't have been you, Angela. It's been around 6 years and I still can never forgive myself for having killed you." I looked back up to the angel in the statue, thinking it's still her, looking down upon but not in anger since I know she would have hated hearing me say that.

"I hope wherever you are, you are happy; that's all I can now hope for and while I don't believe in an afterlife, but maybe . . . just maybe, I'll get to see you again." The breeze picks up more as slight moisture form droplets which signal the start of dark stormy days. I look up to the sky and see that the dark cloud have finally rolled in, welcoming me with light rain that will only be the first wave before the storm kicks in.

"I . . . I have to go now. The storm's coming soon and I am probably going to have to leave the country as well since I have to continue helping out in the new Overwatch. The one I've told you about a couple of times? Yeah." The rain started to drop harder than before, telling me to wrap this up. Picking myself up from where I sat down, I continued to look at the statue as it was still her.

"I'll see you soon okay, Angel? I promise you that." I started to feel tears form in my eyes again, trying to hold it in before I finally say what I needed to say to her again.

"I-i . . . I love you so very much Angela. I hope you can hear me say them." I felt the nearby trees and shrubs rustle, but I didn't bother to look since it's probably the wind picking up and or some animal trying to hide now from the weather, nor did I care anymore as tears starting rolling down my eyes, not giving a care anymore who was watching a grown man, a soldier nonetheless, cry his heart out. Wiping my eyes from any tears, I started to walk away, hoping though that the bouquet will be fine. Probably not, and it was probably a stupid idea for me to leave them there when a storm is practically approaching, but in the end, it's not going to be there the next time I have time to meet with her again.

Walking back to my vehicle was a good 5 or 10 minute walk since frankly I wanted to savor my time in the memorial, even when the gust was getting stronger and the droplets were becoming heavier. I didn't want to leave, but I knew I had to. As long as there's still things Overwatch can do to make the world better, then I have to put my service again.

As I finally reached my vehicle, the breeze mitigated a bit and the rain wasn't as heavy which meant that it was a momentary calmness before the second wave. A calm before the storm as one would say. I looked straight up to expect a slight rain droplet or a patch of light shining through the dark gray clouds, but what I somewhat saw was something completely different.

I could have sworn I saw a silhouette in the sky that looked like a large black bird, or rather something that looked like it had arms along with wings. It was hard to decipher it rushing past in the dark sky, coupled with the fact that the darkness of the clouds made it even harder to even see if it was even a black bird at all. What was the strangest of them all as what fell on my nose as it sped past from where the memorial was.

I felt the texture of what fell on my nose, seeing it as colorful in my nasal visual field. It felt like a big velvety paper confetti, colored in bright off pink. Taking it off my face for better observation, I was even more perplexed by the thing that fell on my nose.

It was a flower petal.

A pink gladiolus flower petal.

Looking up back to see where that flying thing flew, I could barely make out anything in the sky as it started darkening once again, signaling the end of the calm and the start of the real beginning of the storm. As I start the engine of my vehicle, I still look at the petal now at my dashboard. I am starting to have weird ideas that are way too exhausting to entertain at the moment. All I know is that she heard me.

My Angel heard me, wherever she is.

Everything has been strange.

Well, if you count the things happening to my life one can make a notion that it is strange. Dead but not really dead. Working in the shadows to heal people, but have no longer much qualms about taking down those who wish to harm others. Once a physician to stop wars throw at us, now turned to an adversary with the sole mission to cut the bud before more terror happens. Skilled with now both medical technology and the blade, I find myself wondering why life couldn't throw me a bone and not make even going to a place not be something that ties my past together with a neat bow.

Case in point, finding myself along the memorial which was once the Swiss Headquarters of Overwatch.

Second case in point, having to hide and be silent as I see someone walk towards the famous statue of my 'final resting place' with what appeared to be a large bouquet. That someone was greeting my and rambling as though I was there listening to him talk. Interesting how I was also getting interested in what he was rambling on about in this one-sided conversation.

Final case in point, said someone was my former lover who brought me a beautiful and large bouquet of pink lilie-

"They're called Gladiolus. -"

Sorry, a beautiful and large bouquet of Gladiolus flowers perched upon my statue. I see him comfortable sitting in front of it, marveling at the statue that depicted me in a way that was me, but no longer me.

"It shouldn't have been you, Angela. It's been around 6 years and I still can never forgive myself for having killed you." I hear him state it as though it was fact. I almost found myself wanting to glide towards him and prove him wrong, but I know that would jeopardize everything I have worked hard on.

"I hope wherever you are, you are happy; that's all I can now hope for and while I don't believe in an afterlife, but maybe-"

'Maybe what, Jack?' I find that voice within me ask in hope. It was a voice I haven't found in myself for so long. It was the voice of Angela, the woman who was still very much alive and very much in love with the man in front of me.

". . . just maybe, I'll get to see you again."

"Oh Jack . . . if that were only that simple." I mumbled to myself, finding my heart to still beat in ecstasy to see the man who should have moved on after my 'death' 6 years ago, still love me and want to see me again.

The wind started picking up once again, accompanied now with slight moisture and droplets; it was practically telling us that it had to be wrapped up soon. I find him get up from his spot, telling 'me' that he needed to go soon. I felt a wave of sadness wash over me as he said that, knowing that this was the situation we both now live in: The living who still loves the dead and the 'dead' wanting to stay hidden away from the living, but still very much alive for vengeance.

I almost lost my grip at the tree and shrubs I was leaning onto, almost ruining my position for him to have noticed, thanking the heavens he must have mistaken it for the wind picking up. It would have been completely unjustifiable when in battle, but what he said before he finally left just threw my seriousness out the metaphorical window.

"I-i . . . I love you so very much Angela. I hope you can hear me say them."

'Love.'

'I love you.'

'. . . hope you can hear me say them.'

It was almost like those words now in my head taunt me with how he just said those words, almost as though he knew I was there all along and wanted to throw this charade we were playing. But it wasn't the case since I see his figure walk away from the statue.

Brisk walking my way to my monument, I found myself drawn to his bouquet. It wasn't like I didn't know he hasn't visited before with flowers, but this might be the first time I catch him in the act. Oh how fate can be a cruel and make my life even more strange.

I take the bouquet with me, but not before flying up to be at eye-level with the statue of my former self. The way the sculpted my face well that it even had the same expression I used to have when I would heal a person with my skills in peace. A peace that for some reason no longer resonates for me.

'Angela Ziegler is dead. Only Nemesis remains.'

The last thought finally brought me back to my conviction and resolve. I am who I am now because of what happened here. I cannot for the life of me back down now.

"I must fulfill my goal. Even if it means making necessary sacrifices." I whispered to myself in somewhat comfort. Looking back up to the sky I see that there is a brief calmness before the breeze and rain continue, to which I should take that as my signal to finally leave this place.

I jettison my way out of the memorial site, bouquet held tight with my right hand as I fly away from it all, back to where I need to pack my equipment and continue my goal. To fly away from my former life. To fly away from the name Dr. Angela Ziegler. To fly away from Overwatch's Mercy.

I can do all of that.

I felt slight moisture pool under my eye, thinking at first it was rain droplets once again, but I know that my visor will have prevented weather from hitting my eyes. I know it's my tears from the last thought I had but I don't want to acknowledge it enough to finally think of the answer for it like the others.

"To let go and fly away from the man I love." I mumble to myself as I continue flying away past the road that connects the memorial, and a parking lot for the visitors. Just thinking about the visitors of the memorial brought me back to him again, and what he said before he left.

"I hope you can hear me say them."

Thinking back to those words, and I am letting that inner voice within me answer it, since I know I can't even begin to think of it right now.

'I did hear you Jack Morrison.'

'I heard you loud and clear.'

The last one was enough to even get me smile at the thought as I continue flying past everything, eventually nearing my hide-away.

"Your Angel still heard you."

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nyiro · 7 years

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doesn't it bother you that angela was 17 when jack was in his 30s??

and does it bother you that I don’t care because I don’t actually ship them?

if you wanna know, I’ve reblogged the comics because I do appreciate my friend’s amazing art and she deserves all the recognision in the world for that plus Mercy76 is still slightly more appealing to me than Reaper76

but I will repeat it one more time, because I know that some people on tumblr have a huge problem with wrapping their heads around it... I don’t really ship Mercy76 and I definitely don’t ship Reaper76, even if like 95% of my friends do and I’m 100000% okay with that

I simply don’t care... I’m absolutely not bothered by seeing that kind of content on my dash every day

the only person that I truly ship Jack with is my OC, but I don’t brag about it... it’s my OC and my story that I write for my own entertainment and it’s absolutely not canon so Blizzard can do nothing to mess it up... I even don’t share it anywhere on the internet so tbh no one can mess it up for me and let’s keep it that way :)

so I hope it kinda explains the situation, my dear anon

have a great day!

#replies #I love how fast people jump into conclusions on tumblr #yeah... I reblogged sth from Mercy76 week so I must be their biggest shipper!!!!!#well... no ;)#if I started caring about any 'real' ships in Overwatch I'm afraid my life would be way less enjoyable #Anonymous

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Hi there fellow Mercy76 fans and supporters

One week to go before the start of the Mercy76 week!!!

Time is running out, Valentine Day with its shitstorm over small ships is probably incoming, but we can do it!

No matter what happens, let’s work together to show to all the beauty of this pairing. No hate, no resentment.

#mercy76week #mercy76 week #mercy76 #76mercy #mercy x soldier 76

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Mercy76 Week 2 – Day 6: Freestyle

@xavirne

@mercy76week

Little backstory, this is a sort of Honor Harrington/my sci-fi series crossover universe, where Overwatch is a force for good in the known galaxy, most of the characters are the same, save for a few additions and playing with the timeline of the canon.

Overall i’d like to explore this as an AU in the future.

Commander Morrison leaned over the guard railing, eyes scanning the 3D plot of the battlefield ahead. Little blue triangles represented his forces, whereas the red triangles symbolized the enemy: the terrorist group known as Talon. The only problem was that after the loss of Gérard’s ship-of-the-wall, Overwatch’s forces were severely out classed and outnumbered with the new AI controlled ships, along with the squadron led by this mysterious Widowmaker. Add to this a concerned government breathing down their neck and you had a recipe for disaster.

If they didn’t win a decisive victory here, the fate of the earth, and Overwatch was in jeopardy. He sighed and turned to his second in command, Ana Amari.

“How’s Oxton’s squadron?”

“Primed and ready sir, just awaiting your order.”

He nodded and looked to the plot once again. Lena’s mission was to punch a hole through the enemy’s left flank, drawing attention away from the right and leaving an opening for Fareeha’s destroyer.

It was a sound plan, under normal circumstances, but the men were uneasy, moral was low.

“It’ll be fine Jack, my daughter wont let us down.” She whispered.

“I’m not concerned about that. Its those damned Omnic units.” He whispered back.

She nodded, turning her remaining eye to the plot, scanning left to right. After a moment or two she looked forward, to the screen that displayed the ‘verse before them.

“We can do it Jack.”

He smirked.

“Captain Amari, you have the con.”

“Aye Commander.”

He strode through the crisp grey halls of the ship, heels clicking in time with his heartbeat. Jack always got the jitters before a fight, kept him sharp. But I the hours before, it was always a pain to deal with. Taking a left more out of habit than anything else, he found his way to the medical bay.

The ship’s doctor Angela Ziegler was attending to their newest edition, Hana Song, piloting the MEKA starfighter. The girl, because that’s what she was compared to everyone else, was undergoing last minute medical checks. Last mission she’d entered atmo at mach six, nearly tore the ship apart, and her.

“Alright, as long as you don’t do anything too fancy you’ll be fine.” Said Angela.

“Awesome.” The girl deadpanned.

Hana snatched her coat and rushed out the door to the hangers.

“Youth…” mused the doctor.

Jack couldn’t help but frown. It shouldn’t be her having to fight, should be him and all the old guard doing this. But now their children were in the war, the war they should have finished.

A gentle hand reached out to caress his cheek, pulling him out of his regrets.

“Hey, you ok?”

He captured her hand in his, locking steel blue with cobalt blue eyes.

“This is it.”

Angela’s gaze softened.

“It is. And we’ll win.”

He sighed, dropping her hand and turning to the door.

“Everyone keeps saying that. But I don’t think they realize the severity of the situation.”

The doctor blocked the exit with her body, a glare fixed to her slender features.

“We do Jack, believe me we do.”

He wished he could believe her, but from what he could tell, the situation was damn near hopeless. Lena was a great pilot, but not even she can outmaneuver computer controlled plasma bolts. If these Omnic forces were half as good as they feared, this’d be over in seconds.

“When was the last time you saw something this bad?” he asked.

“Never.”

At least she’s being honest…

“But we’ve come out of far more desperate situations before.”

“When the playing field was level. If we cant get to the human controlled ships we’re done.”

Angela shook her head, gripping a tuft of bangs that always hung in front of her eyes.

“We cant lose hope Jack, its all we have. With the recent crop of deserters morale is at an all time low, especially considering Gabriel was the instigator.”

Jack bit back a curse at the mere mention of the man. His third in command, best close range fighter he’d ever seen, gone in a flash, taking two ships of the wall with him.

“I haven’t lost hope. I’m just looking at the facts.”

“Well I say fuck the facts.”

Her words startled him, as did the fierce look in her eye. She leaned forward and captured her lips with his, pushing him against the wall. The kiss deepened as she entangled her free hand in his hair while he brought her in by the waist. His lungs felt as if they were aflame, forcing him to come up for breath.

The two gazed at one another, understanding plain as day between them. There would be no room for mistakes, or doubt. They had to win. Before he could leave she gripped his wrist and placed it over her stomach. His eyes widened as a coy smile crept across her lips.

“Come back to me.”

“I will.”

***

The hanger bay was abuzz, each man and woman rushing to their assigned task. Some of the officers offered a salute, others a nod as their strike commander strode to his personal transport craft.

He set one foot on the ramp then turned to the assembled troops, who stood at rigid attention at the base.

“Today, we face an enemy that has up till now known our every move. They’ve been able to match us blow for blow, man to man. But not today. Do you know why?”

No one answered, each troop, pilot, and crewmember’s gaze glued to him.

“Because we have the Tracer herself, returned from the dead: Lena Oxton, your ace, the tip of the spear!”

A cheer rose up from her personal squad, chanting her callsign over and over:

“TRA-CER! TRA-CER! TRA-CER!”

The young brit’s eyebrows disappeared into her hairline, the familiar grin making its way across her lips. She jumped up from her cross-legged position on top of her fighter with a giggle, striking a pose.

“Ain’t no one can best me in the black luvs, you can be sure of that. Especially with Miss. Prodigy over here.” She said, gesturing to Hana.

They younger pilot smirked as she rose to a louder round of applause, crossing her arms and blowing a bubble with her chewing gum.

“Just leave it to us old man. We’ll get you there.”

A chorus of nervous chuckles echoed through the hanger bay, as the eyes turned to him again. He chuckled as well, drawing himself to his full height to look Lena and Hana in the eye.

“Then do it you brats. Suit up, and bring down the hammer.”

A final cheer rose through the hanger, declaring that earth’s champions would not go into the dark without a fight, that they would fight to the last, or until their enemy was dust.

With this, he ushered his marines into the assault craft, locking eyes with Lena and Hana and offering a nod.

“Alright Ana, were in, countdown to launch is a go.”

“Acknowledged, troop transports ready to launch in five minutes.”

Jack took a breath, flexed his fingers, and started the engine, feeling the craft lift from the deck with a familiar hum.

“Tracer Squadron, you are cleared for launch, godspeed.”

“[Roger, keep the kettle on for us luvs].”

Jack watched as the pilot’s arrowhead shaped craft struck out from the hanger in a flash, her compatriots in tow.

Hana followed suit, her MEKA team forming at the flanks of Tracer’s formation. His craft would be next in ten…

He looked to the old fashioned photo taped to his dashboard of him and Angela last time they were planetside. Their relationship was one of the worst kept ‘secrets’ in the fleet. But the news of a child would beach her for a good long while after this.

Five…

He smirked, she’d hate that, but in the end he wouldn’t mind a bit of shore leave…

Four…

Jack activated his shields.

Three…

Said a silent prayer.

Two…

Gave a thumbs up to the flight officer on deck.

One…

And gunned it.

#mercy76 week #Mercy76week2 #angela ziegler #Jack Morrison #lena oxton #Ana amari #hana song #AU Universe #Sci-Fi #Honor Harrington

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