SAVIOR.

  First and foremost, Mercy did not answer Winston’s recall, she was already on strenuous terms with Overwatch from the moment she joined, it was a partnership of convenience. They needed her brilliance, she needed their resources, not once did she ever agree to their methods of keeping the peace and always did she question if Overwatch was truly what the people needed. She thinks Overwatch took their position too far after stopping the first Omnic Crisis and can’t help them do the same thing again, not after the first time.

  She still considers the agents at Overwatch her family, her friends, but she can’t lend herself once more to an organization she can barely stand. Keeping the world peaceful by having the biggest weapons is no peace at all to Angela. She knows her pursuit is idealistic and nigh impossible, but she’ll chase it regardless, it’s the cause she’s devoted her life to. 

bastion: beoow *turns into a minigun turret*

zarya:

bastion: brrp bup ba BEP ba BEEEHHHH *turns into a tank*

The Junker’s stance stayed hunched, still managing to loom over the woman with his massive frame despite her having moved. The pig-like mask hid his features, but a leer pierced through those tinted lenses and straight into her eyes angrily.

“Are you the one who keeps fixing people?” A heavy grudged weighted his question.

Composure was something that Angela had trained and trained for moments like this, she was not to be intimidated, a doctor was staunch in their stance and she was no different, in fact she believed herself to be held to a higher standard, she wasn’t merely a doctor after all, according to the people she had transcended the bounds of a simple doctor.

Mei wove her hand in a loose motion, tilting back and forth in her haze. “I am fiiiiiiine…I am fine.” But now that she really, REALLY thought about it… “…Maybe I am a bit warm, yes.”

Frowning, Angela circled around Mei and pushed her gently forward by the shoulders, guiding her to the bathroom before setting her gently against the edge of the sink and looking over to see just how much clothing she was wearing. Mercy was all for modesty, but this wasn’t modesty, she wasn’t sure what it was in fact, other than extremely uncomfortable.

Starting at the belt, she reached around and found the buckle, gently setting it on the space next to the sink, not knowing what was inside. Next the gloves which came off easy enough, then, moving her over to the toilet, she sat her down and managed to unstrap her boots and get those off. They were surprisingly heavy, she set them down with a louder than average thunk. 

  Finally, the jacket and pants, Mei was left only in her undergarments, which Mercy realized might be a little awkward considering they weren’t exactly the example of a doctor patient relationship, they were friends and Mei wasn’t even in the right state of mind. Either way, she was a doctor first and a friend second, reaching around, she unstrapped the others bra and slipped off her pants, deciding to leave on the lower undergarments before urging her up and gently getting her into the bathtub.