Summary: Angela gets left behind during a mission and happens to meet a familiar person.
Pairing: Mercy x fem!reader
Warning(s): Angst, some spice(nsfw?)
Requested: Nope
Song: Waste by Kxllswxtch
Angela felt her heart beating fast as she stood hidden in an alleyway, just as Talon agents flooded the area. She never had thought she would be left behind as the enemies made it to their route. She covered her mouth as she heard footsteps approaching, but they continued to walk farther to join the others. She took just one look, and to her horror, she was net with a masked agent who tapped her gloved fingers against the wall. Somehow, mimicking those same footsteps she thought were further away. A big wide tooth grin comes to the masked agent. A Talon agent crest at the neck of her feathered coat.
"You seem lost, little angel."
Angela steps back, holding up her own staff in self-defense. This seemed to amuse the woman as she stepped forward and grabbed onto Angela's wrist, tight enough to cause her to whine.
"What's your name?" She asked to which Angela looks at the person, confused written on her face. "It's a simple question. I don't really pay attention to reports before a mission.."
"Mh." Angela huffs as she feels no reason for introductions. She then felt awkward as the silence and the stare of the woman burning holes into her. Metaphorically, of course. "I'm Angela."
"No, last name?" She asked.
"What's the point when I know you'll kill me after?" Angela feels her hand loosen as she pulls her hand back to her side. The medic holds her staff close to her chest, just waiting for the inherent to strike. Even trained in shooting, some combat - she knew she was the weakest of the entire team. She had a job to do, and that was to support her team, but was this really the end for her? She felt scared regardless.
"Overwatch agents are such hypocrites." She scoffs as she steps back in humor and disgust. "Just because we have different ideals does not mean - I want to kill you just because you work with the good guys."
"You're point?" Angela asked, feeling skeptical. After all, she has never talked so long with a Talon agent, much less out of an interrogation room. Whereas if it was someone else, she probably would've been gravely wounded by now.
"I don't intend to kill you." She assures. "How about we do this? You tell me everything i want to know. I take you back to your heroic group? Alive."
Angela was even more confused, but if she really meant what she said, then maybe it wasn't so bad to believe she would come out of it alive.
"Alright, but don't think for one second I'm spilling out about our locations and mission plans."
"Deal." Angela moves off the wall she didn't realize she was pressing her back against. Her blue irises followed the masked woman who walked towards the direction where her unite had run off to deliver the cargo.
"How did you know where -" Angela flinched as a gloved hand came to cover her lips. Her eyes were wide as she saw her pearly white teeth, which reminded her of fangs. She wasn't human.
Just then, a couple of agents rushed by, away from them. She took a moment to admire her own lips. They looked supple despite her wide grin that seemed to creep on her lips. Angela's breath hitched as she felt a single gloved finger press to her mouth before moving off her plump lips.
"Shut up." Angela slowly nods as she alerts her eyes from her lips. Why was she even staring at someone like this? Especially an enemy! She should be on guard at all times.
When Angela turns, she finds that the woman is already walking ahead and the medic hurries behind her. Too anxious that she would probably die or be seen. What, then? How long would this Talon agent play nice?
"Can you come here?" Her voice brings her back to reality, along with her face bumping into her coat. She stumbles back, in her own heels, and adjusts her eyes.
"What exactly do you want me to do?" Angela flinched as she felt a mask be placed over her eyes. Her eyes soon meet the face of (Y/n) (L/n), an old agent of Overwatch. Her mouth fell open as she felt her heart beat a mile a minute.
"Don't tell me you thought I was dead too." Angela found her hands dropping the staff and ignoring it as it fell onto the concrete floor.
"But I couldn't resurrect you.." Angela couldn't tell why her eyes were brimming with tears now. "You died in my arms!"
"I did." Angela's stomach drops.
"Are you a ghost?" She asked quietly, which makes the woman chuckle.
"No, I am very real.." (Y/n) removed the mask once the Talon agents walked by. "Moira brought me back.. I was useful and still am useful."
"Don't say that.." she breathes as she nods. "You've always been helpful to us. Overwatch."
"They left me to die, Angela. Even you thought I was dead." Angela lowered her head as she knew she was right. What would she even say to her? "I'm not blaming you for anything. I just think when I woke up and healed.. I just think Overwatch was too.. scared to go down a certain path."
"Did they brainwash you?" Angela felt anger as she denied what her friend was saying.
"Not at all.." she shakes her head, looking at Angela who was still in disbelief at what her old friend was saying. "I just changed."
"You can come back." Angela steps forward as she held the others' arm. "You can come with me! Back to Overwatch. I'll talk to everyone. I won't let them do anything to you."
"You are too kind to think that Overwatch would even forgive me, Angela." She felt Angela hug her arm, (Y/n) turns to look down to see her in tears.
"Don't go.. please." She begged her as she sees (Y/n) slowly pull away.
"Angela, I can't come with you." (Y/n) steps back before her face is held. She feels the medic hurrily press her lips against her own.
"Stay." Angela begs once more with her voice quivering as the masked Talon agent seems mesmerized by her own actions towards herself. She almost doesn't hear the other Overwatch agents calling her name.
"Such a stupid angel." (Y/n) smirks as her robotic wings spread out before she flies off.
Angela is left on the floor, her mouth dry and her tears starting to sting her eyes as she watches (Y/n) fly off. Her heart drops when she no longer sees her.
"Doctor Zeigler, are you alright?" Lena asked as Genji helps her off the ground. But Angela only responds by heading to the cargo.
