Beginnings
Doc Martens with tattered leather trudged onto the cement sidewalk, one hand shoved into an equally tattered and won leather jacket as the other held onto the handle of a suitcase with the British flag proudly printed on it. Choppy light brown hair bounced with each heavy step, hazelish-green irises darting around the bustling airport. Tons of people with the same blank looking faces surrounded the female, mindless chatter in a language she couldn’t understand filling her ears. The airport seemed to be unwinding before her, continuing for miles and never seeming to stop; of course, these were just her petty feelings— she felt as if she was always spending her life walking and waiting for something that was never coming. Sighing, the female stopped walking, but suddenly jolted forward feeling something heavy knock into her from behind. Head quickly whipping around, her eyes widened upon realizing who it was.
“Leeeena! How have ya been?!” It was a very energetic girl in a light blue jacket with white bunnies on the chest, a light blue skirt with pink rose earrings; long brown hair was neatly brushed and styled, needless to say this girl was very stylish and…very pleased with herself.
“Oh, I’ve been great, luv!” Lena smiled, taking her hand out of her pocket and giving a peace sign.
“Aren’t you going to ask how I’m doing?” The brunette spoke sharply, crossing her arms as her brows knit.
“Oh uh… I’m sorry… how have ya been, Hana?”
“Humph… well, I’ve been great! I went back to Busan for a while meeting back up with my family, then to Seoul touring for StarCraft, then—” Hana’s voice trailed off for Lena, mainly because she simply stopped listening. It was obvious she was melancholic, but the reason she hid from everyone very well—it was the only reason she was here. Lena was usually smiles and giggles, but now her smile grew dry and weary, eyes puffy from tears shed the night before. Today, Lena Oxton felt like she was accepting her death—but why?
“Hey look, Mei’s here!” Hana smiled, waving furiously at the petite girl in a burly coat. The girl blushed and looked around anxiously, then darted over to the two other females.
“H-Hello...Hana… Lena…”
“Hi Mei!”
“Oh, hiya, Mei.” Lena waved awkwardly, smiling at the other who blushed and shyly waved back.
After a few minutes of chewing over how great the weather was, what they had been doing lately, and a couple gossip about a few people they knew, the girls stuck together at the busy airport. They seemed to be happy and relishing in each other’s company, but there was some… tired tension between them all; this was indeed because of the fact that even though these girls were seemingly close, what brought them together made them a tad sad inside. Overwatch was an organization that had once tied all of these girls together, but once it dissolved everyone just split up and did their own thing. There had been talk of danger resurging again, but the wounds Overwatch had left still hadn’t healed for everyone, so getting together usually never happened. But today was a joyous occasion that everyone just had to attend—a wedding!
“Well hello there lil darlins’.” Breaking the awkward silence was a tall muscular man who tipped his cowboy hat, surrounded by an array of other members the girls’ once knew.
“McCree!” Hana whooped happily and hugged the tall male, then began to jump around and nudging against the others. The old gang was back together again…well…most of the old gang was back together again.
“Satya said…she’d be…late…” Mei mumbled softly, twirling lose strands of her dark brown hair.
“Is Fareeha not coming?” Lena spoke awkwardly, causing everyone’s gaze to shift from side to side.
“No…she’s uh…not…” A thick Japanese accent spoke quietly, averting the gaze of the others. “…she thought it was uh…not appropriate to…show up.” Silence fell upon the group of former teammates, each unsure on how to shift the conversation.
“Well, we should catch up with the happy couple, eh Hanzo? It is ya brother after all!” Lena tried to perk herself up, even though inside she was screaming.
“Ah…yes… we should uh… get going.” Hanzo directed the group of people out of the airport and into limousines graciously provided by the Shimada family. After a grueling ride, the members unloaded from the automobiles and were greeted by the happy couple—Angela and Genji.
“Hallo, everyone!” Angela, formerly known as ‘Mercy’, waved and smiled widely at her former friends, as Genji bowed respectfully in the back. “Thank you all so much for coming!”
“Angela!” Hana yelled, running up to the blonde and hugging her, causing a giggle to escape from the Swiss’s lips and hug the smaller girl tightly. “Who knew you two would end up together?! I thought that you and Fareeha were going to be together forever bu—,” A hand quickly swiped up from behind and cupped the chatty Korean girls’ mouth, holding her tightly.
“Whoaaa there lil darlin’ settle down now.” McCree chuckled awkwardly, holding the squirming girl and slowly reeling her back into the crowd. Angela’s crystalline blue irises shifted to the floor, saddened expression now smearing the blank canvas of her face. Ah, Fareeha… how Angela wished she would come despite all that had happened.
“We picked out some great rooms for you all; please, come in.” Genji broke the awkward silence, causing everyone to nod and walk into the Shimada’s estate. Hanzo briskly walked in and up to his room as the others funneled into their designated guest rooms. Angela, however, remained where she was—saddened by the thought of her former lover. Perking her head up, she noticed Lena sharing the same pained expression.
“Lena,” The woman spoke softly, placing her hand on the others’ shoulder. “Is…is this because of—,”
“No, luv! ’Course not!” The Brit smiled weakly and held up a peace sign. “I’m so happy for ya both! Race ya inside!” running inside, Lena left the other behind. Angela sighed and shook her head, making her way up and closing the doors.
After a few hours of settling in, the former Overwatch members sat around and reminisced about the ‘good old days’, laughing about fond memories and glossing over the ones that were still bitter. Lena smiled and tried to laugh as much as she could, but the growing pain in her chest was overwhelming. She shouldn’t have come, she would be ruining Angela and Genji’s wedding! This pain, it just wouldn’t dissipate. It was all because of one thing…one person.
Black heels clicked into the main room, causing all eyes to raise and see a tall girl with long raven black hair, a light blue purse, and a beige trench coat.
“Satya!” Hana smiled and waved, causing the other to give a half smile in response.
“Uh…hello…I found…someone.” The Indian girl spoke awkwardly, stepping aside to reveal a bluish-purplish skinned woman with thick dark purple hair tied into a ponytail. Dark brown hair whipped around as light bluish-greenish eyes met with the other’s unforgiving golden ones. It was none other than Amélie ‘Widowmaker’ Lacroix—also known as: Lena’s true love.