#oversmut

Soldier 76 x Mercy smut. NSFW Objective A Captured Athena’s voice filled the abandoned German town, announcing the Attacker’s current status to victory. One minute hadn’t even passed, and yet the match was already almost over. Soldier: 76 silently sighed to himself, kids these days were just a bunch of jokers and pushovers. One of the enemies was AFK, and another was being quite verbal about how they felt about. With the enemy team in shambles, Jack’s team had quickly organized and taken the first point without much contest, and now continued to push for the win.Except for Soldier: 76 himself. The day was starting to get long, and Jack wasn’t as youthful as he once was. He felt tired, and straggled behind the Payload his team was so keen on delivering. Before he knew it, they had breached the castle, only a slight amount of space separating them from the throne room, and ultimately, victory. Seeing as how his team had the situation was under control, Jack pulled away from the payload, and opted instead to go for a health pack. Maybe I slight pick me up would help his mood, he thought, his boots thudding against the stone floors of Eichenewadle Castle as turned the corner to a corridor containing a health pack. However, as he rounded the corner, he saw someone come into view. A small, red, and nearly depleted health bar was all it took for him to raise his heavy pulse rifle to his shoulder. “Don’t move!” He growled, focusing his sights onto the target. “Nobody has to get hurt… Angela?” He questioned, lowering his rifle as he recognized the enemy.   With her team losing due to poor communication between the players and lack of a plan– Angela was exhausted from flying to each team member doing her best to keep them alive while avoid being hit herself because her team-mates lacked the competency to protect her. Health now low, her breathing labored as she left her team to themselves to grab a med-pack from the corrider here she knew the nearest one would be. Her heels clicked on the ground as she took off in a tired jog; finding the room thankfully empty she took a moment to catch her breath.  If it wasn’t for her nanobiotechnology she would look old and gray by now thanks to them, but even at thirty-seven now she looked just as young as ever. Brushing her blonde braid to the side, she walked over to the med-pack and was about to place her hand on it when she heard a heavy thump of feet hurdling towards her. Angela froze in place, “This is where I die.” She waited and a figure came into view, a rifle pointing towards her as she stuck her tiny pistol out in defense, but it was Soldier 76 she was faced with or rather Jack. Of course, of all people to run into. She groaned openly as he said her name, but instead of firing he dropped his rifle. That was.. unexpected. Was this a trick? “Jack..?” She spoke sheepishly, keeping her pistol in hand, but lowering it not that it would make much difference if he chose to attack her– she’d be dead.  "I need healing!“ She could hear in distance, the Genji on her team had been crying that the whole match. “Oh for gooodness sakes, Genji… get a health pack.” Angela sighed, shaking her head in defeat. Jack could hear a commotion behind him, something about healing, right before Genji’s face appeared in the corner of his HUD. Another enemy take down, promptly followed by a stream of complaints and insults in chat. He made a small grin beneath is visor, and let out a little snicker. “Heh… nice team you got.” He said in a condescending tone. His eyes moved to the handgun Angela held, only cautious for a moment before returning to a relaxed stance. “Don’t bother, you’re in no condition to fight, and we both know you hate violence.” He gruffly mumbled out. Jack approached her, analyzing her scrapes and wounds, evidence of her low health bar. “This match is over, and I was never one for unnecessary causalities.” He gestured to the health pack. “Go on, take it. No need to walk around all torn up like that.” “Not all of us were lucky enough to be on your team..” She grumbled back at him as he seemed to revel just slightly in the fact that her team had been demolished this match. Placing her pistol in its holster on her hip, she flinched at Jack approached her and studied her battle worn form before he pointed to the health-pack, offering it to her. Was this really happening? She questioned as he was just going to let her walk away and not opt for that one last kill. How noble of him to pity her.  Gently she placed her hand out and touched the pack, absorbing the life giving substance it offered her before she stood back up again; feeling better and looking less worn. “.. Thank zhou, Jack..” She spoke softly, almost akwardly as a slight blush crossed her soft features. Her azure coloured hues studied the mask across his face, before adverting away. “You should go celebrate your win with your teammates while I go listen to them complain about how this was my fault..” That brought a sigh to her lips. Angela couldn’t see it, but underneath his mask, Jack scowled. Celebrate with those idiots, he thought to himself. As if, he already knew what would happen. Those spoiled brats would demand another match, and another, and another, and another. All his teammates ever did was jump from one fight to the next in a mindless bravado to prove how good they were at beating up each other. He shook his head and sighed. War used to have a purpose, consequences and massive risk were involved. Now it was just another game for kids to play when they got bored.He looked back up to Angela, and frowned once more. It took a lot of patience to be a support, sometimes he didn’t understand how somebody could take so much abuse from ungrateful teammates, and it made his brows furrow just thinking about dismissing her to receive another verbal beating. “Hey Angie, I got a better idea.” He said in a coy voice, leaning one arm onto a nearby wall, trying to look smooth, or, how had Hana put it, “play it cool”? “It’s been awhile since we’ve spent time together, ever since the disbanding of Overwatch. Why don’t we catch up?” She had been staring off into space almost as she looked towards the large castle doors; the sounds of groaning due to loss and celebrating for the win as they taunted one another. Most of them were around her age or even younger and yet the all acted like children sometimes. This made Angela frown softly, wondering when Overwatch had become all about destroying your opponent rather than getting the job done. Jack, though he was the glue that seemed to hold the band of misfits together. One of the older team-mates, he’d seen a lot in his time but somehow he didn’t seem to let it bother him. Slowly she turned her gaze back to him as he seemed to be leaning into her “bubble space” while he spoke of “catching up.” She couldn’t see the look on his face behind the mask, but she assumed he had that same smirk from two decades ago when she had first joined Overwatch.  Angela raised a brow as she cantered her head to the side just slightly, “Oh Ja? You are not afraid of being seen with the "enemy”..?“ She brought her digits up in a quotation fashion before letting the hand rest on her round hips. (Let’s face it, Angela has big hips for her body size.) Leaning some of her body weight on her healing staff, she too played a coy card at him trying to get Jack to be a touch more informative with his question, "What did you have in mind?” Jack’s eyebrows frowned. Still playing hard to get I see, he thought to himself. He remembered all the way back to when Overwatch was founded, to when Angela had just joined. She was incredibly young then, but had a body that could not be ignored. Gorgeous blonde hair, gentle white skin, angelic features, a curvy figure, ample bust, and, on the rare occasion Jack was in the right place at the right time, he even got a glimpse of her round bottom. She looked just the same as she did 17 years ago, still pristine as ever, thanks to her biotic nanobots or whatever she called them. Thoughts of the past reminded him of himself as well. Back when he was still a strapping, handsome man who was going to change the world. He hadn’t aged well in the past few years, his blond hair turning white, and all the scars he’d accumulated were getting hard to hide. He was thankful at least for his body, the Super Solider program’s conditioning keeping him as healthy as if he was still in his prime. But still… would Angela accept him like this?He got a bit nervous under his mask, uncertain of what to do next. However, he was a man on a mission, and he wouldn’t let something like embarrassment get in his way. “Oh, I don’t know. I just remember how we used to fool around way back when.” He growled seductively, trying to sound superior. “You wouldn’t have any interest in trying something again, now, would you?” He added a bit of cockiness to his tone, well aware Angela knew what he was talking about. (To be continued..)