[ Angela's bursting in with the strike team before the day's over, but it wasn't quick enough. If ever her faith in Overwatch has faltered, this would be it; to allow Reinhardt to be captured by Talon— one of the original members, the ones with the most secrets. If only the old lion had retired like he was supposed to, but no. He was still out on the field, running missions near-solo.
When his team had returned without him, no one would have ever described her as "Mercy". There was none to be found when she ripped those soldiers down. She was "the doctor", and everyone knew exactly which doctor that had referred to when word got around later. She was furious and nearly crying in frustration when the story couldn't be told quickly enough, storming off to gather up a squad to go right back. Hell or high water, she was getting him back, and she'd be at the forefront.
It took another hour after clearing out the small Talon hideout to ascertain his whereabouts, multiple agents refusing to speak and instead dying for their cause, poisoning themselves. She'd shoved her hand in the fifth one's mouth before they even knew anyone had entered the room they hid out in, ripping the tooth clean from its socket as the soldiers with her rushed to catch the man before he could retaliate. That same man had relinquished the information she needed within twenty minutes. She couldn't believe how little security they had on him until the door opens and she can lay eyes on him.
Then it made plenty of sense. He wasn't going anywhere. His armor is discarded in a pile outside the cell and already blood-splattered, but his crushed hands on the cement floor are the first things she lays eyes on before the mess of his leg, the red edges of his clothing the barest hint to the raw flesh of his back, face bruised nearly beyond recognition. They hadn't even locked the deadbolt on the door in place. With his hands effectively out of commission, how was he to manipulate the small thing? It's flung to the ground angrily before she's pulling the deadbolt open and dragging the heavy iron door open, just enough for her to slip in and run to him. All anger and energy melts away from her as she sinks to her knees beside him, gentle fingers carding through thick white hair matted in blood when she whispers to him, slipping her arm under his neck to scoop his head up off the floor. ]
REINHARDT AT UR SERVICE ( 2 - 5 )
When his team had returned without him, no one would have ever described her as "Mercy". There was none to be found when she ripped those soldiers down. She was "the doctor", and everyone knew exactly which doctor that had referred to when word got around later. She was furious and nearly crying in frustration when the story couldn't be told quickly enough, storming off to gather up a squad to go right back. Hell or high water, she was getting him back, and she'd be at the forefront.
It took another hour after clearing out the small Talon hideout to ascertain his whereabouts, multiple agents refusing to speak and instead dying for their cause, poisoning themselves. She'd shoved her hand in the fifth one's mouth before they even knew anyone had entered the room they hid out in, ripping the tooth clean from its socket as the soldiers with her rushed to catch the man before he could retaliate. That same man had relinquished the information she needed within twenty minutes. She couldn't believe how little security they had on him until the door opens and she can lay eyes on him.
Then it made plenty of sense. He wasn't going anywhere. His armor is discarded in a pile outside the cell and already blood-splattered, but his crushed hands on the cement floor are the first things she lays eyes on before the mess of his leg, the red edges of his clothing the barest hint to the raw flesh of his back, face bruised nearly beyond recognition. They hadn't even locked the deadbolt on the door in place. With his hands effectively out of commission, how was he to manipulate the small thing? It's flung to the ground angrily before she's pulling the deadbolt open and dragging the heavy iron door open, just enough for her to slip in and run to him. All anger and energy melts away from her as she sinks to her knees beside him, gentle fingers carding through thick white hair matted in blood when she whispers to him, slipping her arm under his neck to scoop his head up off the floor. ]
My sweet old lion; I'm here.