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mercy, meanwhile, is in there, acting out, “ 2 Hours of Sleep Since Last Saturday, the Show” and trying not to murder Winston as she cleans out the cut on his hand 

”You need to be more careful,” she chides him halfheartedly. It’s not really his fault that all of his equipment is self-made, since his hands are much too large for normal lab equipment, but he could be more cautious in making his own. then maybe he wouldn’t be in here, with glass shards scattered across his skin, making her squint with her reading glasses and praying she’s actually seeing three shards and she’s not about to pass out into his lap 

from behind her, a blue hand reaches out and plucks a bit out that mercy had been struggling to grasp with tweezers. it’s really, really hard not to jump and shriek, but mercy manages, somehow 

“you would think your eyes were closed, ange.” widowmaker says lowly. 

“it’s hardly my fault you have 20/10 vision,” she retorts. “not all of us have been enhanced as you have been.” 

“most of your team has been enhanced in one way or another. it should be a day’s work for you to improve all of their eyesight.” 

mercy grumbles under her breath but puts her tweezers down and pulls her gloves off. “If you’re going to hide in here from your girlfriend, you’ll keep busy. wash up and put some gloves on, then tweeze all of the glass out of winston’s hand.” 

“angela, i’m sure i can get it myself--” winston says quickly. “I wouldn’t want to inconvenience amelie.” 

“No no, sit, ape-man,” widowmaker rolls gloves on easily and grabs his hand, jerking it into her lap. “it shall only be a moment. i’ve always wanted to play nurse,” she purrs. 

winston gulps and mercy rolls her eyes. 

it happens more than a few times--widowmaker sneaks in and is dragged over to help mercy with random tasks. easy ones, but ones that would bore mercy to tears. or ones where widowmaker’s eyesight would help 

“read that passage to me,” she shoves a book into widowmaker’s hands as she pulls up different documents on her tablet. 

“can you see what that says?” she asks, squinting at the picture that has been sent over to her. “and would you say her leg is more green than blue?” 

“grab the book that says neurons--i think it’s blue, it’s higher up and i can’t see the spines” 

widowmaker bitches and complains when she thinks it’s something stupid, but most of the time she does it with a small tease, a short barb-- 

“your eyesight is going, old lady. haven’t you thought about getting glasses? maybe fewer people would mistake you for a teenager if you tried the ‘distinguished’ look.” 

mercy flushes red and widowmaker is startled into a laugh. “are you really that vain?” 

“Shut up. i don’t need glasses.” 

“you are,” she breathes in delight. “i knew you were a conceited bitch, but this? pride will be your downfall, ange.” 

“shut. up.” 

“oh, but you’d look so delectable in glasses. with that stick up your derrière, you could have the librarian pornstar look. sombra assures me that is ‘in’ now--” 

mercy sets off the security system and widowmaker’s booted out of the infirmary, wheezing and laughing. 

at least until tracer pops in, stands over her, and says, “you look WAY more human when you laugh, mate. angela’s been good for you.” 

widowmaker hisses, “you’re an irritant that i have no time for and your accusations are ridiculous.” 

lena laughs and laughs and widowmaker tries to kill her for the fiftieth time. 

when widowmaker goes back to the infirmary, days later, mercy has a pair of thick-rimmed glasses on, that have slid down to the bottom of her nose. when she pokes her head up and out of a stack of textbooks to look at widowmaker, she pushes them up the bridge of her nose absently 

“oh,” she scowls. “it’s you. get over here, i need your opinion on if this is fuschia or magenta.” 

“Your fashion sense must hideous if you need my help with that,” widowmaker says. 

but she walks over anyway. there’s something flattering (a little high-inducing, almost like a power-trip) knowing that an arrogant child like mercy would take her advice. and the glasses look good on her

it’s easy to lean in close while she peers at the photos and listen, feel, ever so carefully. there’s a hitch in her breath, and she shifts in her seat, and if widowmaker isn’t mistaken, there’s a small, tiny flush right across the apples of her cheeks 

because frank and doris aren’t doing too great when they’re around each other (putting blame in all the wrong places, they barely speak most days and when they do it’s more than a little harsh on both ends) and while doris has always been more social, has always been able to make friends and find support when she needs it since she can reach out for it, frank’s never been like that

frank’s always been stoic. he and harry aren’t the most verbose of people, but they’re /good/ people. they’re good at helping others, have always wanted to help others, and frank is decidedly Not Used To Needing Help 

so harry drags him around and makes him feel useful, doesn’t let him be alone too long at all. he’s there and grasping frank’s shoulder firmly when things get overwhelming, is always conveniently available to work from home for the day when frank doesn’t want to get out of bed 

(And the nights that are really bad, where frank is drinking and breaking things (never screaming, harry doesn’t think his brother’s ever raised his voice outside of his nephew’s funeral), harry just waits and listens and hugs him when he can get in close enough. in a tight hug, mimicking the one coop gave him all those years ago when josie was killed and he was spiraling--it’s a specific type of hug, where you engulf the person you’re comforting as fully as you can and try to block the world out for a few moments. 

harry gets pretty good at it, in this phase of life. a few times, he tries to send a postcard to agent dale cooper to thank him for teaching him this skill. they never make it to him, but harry thinks coop knows anyway) 

he’s /there/ for frank, which is more than frank can say for his wife, and it takes a few years before frank can look at where he’s at and really, really get it

he’s strangely, mysteriously back on twin peaks’ sheriff’s department’s payroll without him noticing, with somewhat of a social life back with the bookhouse boys, and apparently doris and harry had been looking at houses for them to move into so harry can have his place back

and he looks at harry (his little brother, his partner-in-crime for nearly two decades) sliding eggs onto his plate and has to take a minute to just. take it in. 

“thank you, harry,” he says lowly, when they start to walk into the sheriff’s station. there’s more gray hair in harry’s mop than black, but he still has his signature mop. not like frank, who lost all of his hair in the first year of his grief. harry has more wrinkles around his eyes and the sides of his mouth than frank remembers--has it really been so long? 

harry gives him a small smile and grabs his shoulder. “of course. just glad you’re back with us, brother.” 

and of course there’s frank’s “big brother” instincts that attribute to him stepping up to cover for harry when he gets sick, that attribute to him calling him and checking in and backing off when it seems like he’ll add to harry’s stress, but. it’s also caring for his brother since he sorta dropped the ball on that for awhile 

frank’s def visiting harry every few days, if not daily, and they must both be present enough in the community for lucy to expect everyone to know about the two sheriff trumans and to say which one they wanted to talk with 

idk i love these brothers and i love harry taking a bit of a lesson from cooper, not on how to be a law enforcer but instead on how to be a better person. “give yourself a present every day” was a valuable lesson, but handling grief? cooper’s way of being kind to people? That was important too. 

and i think harry says that to frank at some point, or talks about agent cooper and how harry still believes in him despite him disappearing, despite the strange rumors he’s heard about the man, and that might be what decides it for frank to help out when cooper comes a-knocking 25 years later. 

1)  “gabe why’s mccree out there when blackwatch is suspended” “he’s on VACATION let the boy live *gunshots in the background*” << the best dad gabe moment holy shit. 

2) plus gabe giving a shit about omnics is A+ and being like “you gotta pay people for the work they do my pals it’s not that deep” 

3) plus what is up w/genji just having wires out everywhere wtf help him he’s gonna trip, why did angela do that and why does he just have one arm dangling that is a #aesthetic 

4)  and YES i love that we’re seeing jack’s struggle between what overwatch was intended to be and the red tape with it, and you’re seeing that he’s being pressured from all sides and YES THAT IS THE PROBLEM WITH OVERWATCH I LOVE IT i could talk about this for days, the struggle to knowing u have the ability to do something but having to go through management nonsense like DUDE I FEEL U I BEEN THERE IT OKAY 

5) lena, not even an active field agent, fucking speaking her mind to jack (i’m not going to apologize YES MY FRIEND DON’T U DARE) and being the hero we all know she is and UGH so good. i want her to be a leader in overwatch so bad i think that would be SO GOOD 

6) jack likes lena and honestly i love that. i have my jack being a dad to mercy headcanons but. honestly. him being a mentor figure to lena would be so. so. SO. good. because she’d learn from his mistakes while still respecting his opinions and judgment and experience. it’d be. so good.