This is part of a Blackwatch AU of mine where Hanzo and Genji left the clan and joined Blackwatch thanks to Jesse, and (human) Zenyatta decided to put the fist in pacifist in order to ensure changes would be made around the world after Mondatta was killed by joining Overwatch (and eventually moved to the Blackwatch strike team).
I take massive liberties as to how far their abilities stretch in this as well, so if it seems a little op, it is.
A small strike team was all that had been required for this kind of mission. It should have been a simple search and seizure of an alleged weapon Talon was building. It should have been quick. And of course, it hadn’t been.
Hanzo tapped an impatient finger against the ledge of the building he was laying on, positioned to be hidden and still able to scope out the enemy. His bow lay next to his right hand, quiver nestled snugly on his back.
“Got anythin’?”
Hanzo sighed, pressing the comm.
“No.”
“Damn, I’m bored as all hell.”
“Me too.”
“I would literally take getting shot at over this,” Genji grumbled, Hanzo shifting his gaze to the general direction his brother was stationed in.
“You are going to jinx us,” Zenyatta piped up. Hanzo huffed a laugh.
“I would take a jinx at this point too,” Genji muttered.
It sounded like he had his chin on his arm. Hanzo found the strangely vivid visual with a bored looking Genji that followed the words vaguely amusing. Which meant he was also bored as all hell, if that was all it took to entertain him. He was about to reply when movement below him caught his eye.
“Wait. Gen, you got eyes on those guys to your two o’clock?” Hanzo murmured, crouching down lower, eyes locked on the line of men below him.
“Yeah. Standard issue Talon weapons, laser sight,” Genji answered immediately.
“Oh, would you look at that? I was correct...” Zenyatta sighed, annoyance clear in his voice.
“I got eyes on a crate leavin’ the back. They’re headin’ for a van, no license plate.”
“Copy. Zen, Jesse, stay in position. Genji, you go top floor, I’m right behind you.”
“Finally.”
Hanzo slung his bow over his back, stepping away from the ledge a few paces before running and leaping off the edge. He felt himself falling, ten stories above the street, still three jumps away from the next building. Hanzo glanced down, saw Zenyatta watching him, hands moving, platforms of gold patterns forming below his feet.
He pushed off of one, felt the next launch him up, the final one allowing him to leap and roll onto the next building’s roof.
“A little warning next time, Hanzo...” Zenyatta grumbled, Hanzo smiling as he entered the roof access.
“I knew you’d be there.”
“You were falling into a highway.”
“Key word there being ‘were’.”
Zenyatta muttered something in exasperated Nepali.
“Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the van’s about to take off,” Jesse warned.
“Okay...So, why is that bad news?” Genji asked, Hanzo moving through the building silently, wondering the same thing.
He jumped to the next one, running and catching the ledge of a window on the warehouse the Talon agents were guarding. Hauled himself up and slipped inside, landing in a crouch. No alarms had been set off, yet.
“Well, scan says they got radioactive material mixed with a funky electromagnetic field.”
“Again, so what?”
“So, it’s a bomb,” Hanzo growled.
“Oh, shit.”
“For humans and omnics,” Jesse added.
Hanzo went down a flight of stairs, then paused at a window, assessing the drop. Talon agents were gathered below, said van being loaded. Zenyatta inhaled quietly, the sound of him running following his reply.
“We cannot just let them get away with that!”
“We won’t. I’m engaging.”
“Han—”
Hanzo curled his hand around one of his arrow heads so just the point of it was peeking through his fist, slamming it against the window and breaking it. He threw himself out, nocking his bow and hitting a guard before he landed with a roll. Hanzo immediately stood and shot another two, shattered glass still raining down on him. Lept behind cover as the agents started to open fire on him.
“I got the van, I’m to your left, Hanzo,” Jesse called, Hanzo glancing up at the gunslinger as he shot at the van.
The hover-pads of the van short-circuited as they were shot, the sound rivaling that of the bullets ricocheting through the back alley.
“You got reinforcements coming in from the warehouse!” Genji shouted.
Hanzo shot a storm arrow at the warehouse doors as they opened, three Talon soldiers falling in succession.
“Jesse, you’re going to have to take care of the guards by the van, I’ve got a situation.”
“Yeah, I see that—Ngh!”
Hanzo spared a look over his shoulder at Jesse, saw him ducking behind the van and heard some more grunting.
“Jess, you okay?!” Genji called. No response.
Hanzo glared at the Talon agents in front of him, taking one out with each arrow, steadily backing towards the van. He was going to get overrun at this rate. A bullet clipped his cheek, another slicing past his temple in a streak of searing red. Hanzo cursed, eyes widening slightly as he realized there was no cover.
“Shit—!”
Zenyatta landed in front of him right as he was about to duck, a wave of purple energy shooting out from the impact. A row of Talon guards fell from it, Zenyatta twirling and flinging disks of discord as he backed towards Hanzo. He didn’t miss, Hanzo shooting over his shoulder as he held up a larger golden shield.
“Go back to the van, I will get on high ground!” Zenyatta demanded.
There was a flash of movement above him, Genji leaping in front of him with a flurry of shruiken and flashes of bullets being deflected.
“Go help Jesse, I got this!” Genji yelled, hand curled around the hilt of his sword.
Hanzo nodded, running towards the van as he heard Ryū-ichimonji unsheathe, the air shifting as Genji’s dragon was unleashed. Zenyatta shouted something to Genji, then lept onto his blade, balancing on one foot, the ninja making an upwards swinging motion as Zenyatta jumped from it, a burst of discord launching him into the air with Genji’s help.
He made it to a window, disappearing inside as Genji lunged into the Talon soldiers, cutting through their ranks. Hanzo slid over the hood of the van after making sure Zen had made it safely, his reflexes being the only thing to save him from getting a fist to the face.
“Woah—!”
Hanzo dropped and knocked the legs out from under the Talon agent, then heard a familiar gunshot. The agent went still, Jesse’s lip curled as he spat blood onto the ground.
“They knocked my comm out. Van’s got some serious jammers on it,” He muttered, opening the front door.
“Should we just—” Hanzo stopped abruptly as he was interrupted by the gunslinger shooting the control panel. The screens cracked and went black, the van shutting down.
“Okay, or we can do that.”
“It’ll keep ‘em from takin’ it, at least.”
“It’ll keep us from taking it too...” Hanzo muttered, Jesse shrugging and grinning with bloodied teeth.
“Yeah, that’s the point! It probably ain’t a great idea to drive this at all, especially with Genji around.”
“Hey! Quit chit chatting and fucking help me!” Genji shouted, Hanzo startling slightly as his brother rolled under the van and popped back up into a crouch next to them.
“The hell’d you come from?!”
“We can’t let them shoot the van up, it could set off the bomb,” Hanzo hissed, peeking out from behind their cover.
“Yeah, well, I can’t deflect that many bullets.”
“I can use deadeye, but I need cover.”
“I can provide that cover,” Zenyatta piped up over the comm. Hanzo looked towards the top of the warehouse, the monk standing at the edge. He waved, Hanzo smiling and giving him a little salute back.
“Genji, Hanzo, you work on dwindling their numbers, we can’t have Jesse overusing deadeye,” He demanded, hands moving and tattoos lighting up golden bright enough to be seen from where they were hiding.
“Yeah, that’d be nice,” Jesse nodded, holding up his gun in a two handed grip and closing his eyes, back against the van.
“Got it.”
“Alright, I can hold a shield this size for only a few seconds, work quickly. Now!”
Hanzo slipped out from their cover, shooting through the massive, intricate shield in front of them, Genji running beside him, throwing shruiken. The Talon soldiers looked around in a mild panic as their numbers went down to the advancing Blackwatch agents, their own attacks proving to be useless.
Hanzo nocked his last arrow, tattoo lighting up and crackling as he summoned his dragons. They burst from his arrow in a flash of blue lightning, a distraction as the shield slowly disappeared and Jesse stood on top of the van, gun leveled, his right eye glowing red. Shots went off, then there was silence.
Zenyatta hopped off the building and landed next to Hanzo and Genji gracefully, Jesse spinning his gun and joining them in the middle of the alley.
“We did it!” Genji cheered, throwing his hands up. He was bleeding from a couple of bullet wounds and cuts, though, that didn’t seem to bother him.
Hanzo winced slightly as Zenyatta swiped a gentle finger over the cut on his cheek, hands alight with harmony. Jesse set his arm on Genji’s head, leaning against him. The white of his eye was red, face bruising, but he was relaxed.
“We sure did.”
Hanzo glanced at all the Talon forces sprawled on the ground throughout the alley.
“I guess an entire facility’s worth of guards wasn’t enough,” He hummed, Zenyatta rolling his eyes.
“It almost was.”
“Again, you have to focus on those key words, such as ‘almost’.”
“Oh, hush, you.”
Hanzo chuckled softly as Zenyatta tended to his wounds quickly. The monk moved on to Genji, setting down a biotic field as Jesse commed Commander Reyes.
“Hey, Boss. Just sent the coordinates; got a bomb here that needs to be dismantled and a couple of hungry agents that’re ready for dinner.”
“Oh, hell yeah, I’m starving!” Genji piped up, Hanzo nodding in agreement. Almost dying did often leave quite the appetite afterwards. Even Zenyatta smiled and bobbed his head.
“You...Took on everyone at that facility?” Reyes asked skeptically. Hanzo glanced at the warehouse, the troops piled in front of it, raising a brow.
“Aye aye, cap, we sure did.”
“And everyone is still in one piece?”
Jesse grinned, wiping at some blood that had started to drip from his eye.
“Yessir, only a few bullet holes here!”
“Goddamn. Copy that. You got an airship coming, eta fifteen minutes.”
“Thank you kindly, Jefe.”
“Sometimes you kids scare me with what you’re capable of, you know that?” Reyes sighed.
Hanzo smirked, arms crossing over his chest as Zenyatta narrowed his eyes, lips curling up slightly. Jesse grinned devilishly, Genji raising his brows with a cold smile.
