UnderWatch

Chapter 1

"You know, I got an itch in my throat, is water an option?" the brown haired youth asked, handcuffed to the table in front of him, casually looking at the two in front of him. Tracer and Winston exchanged a look, before Winston huffed and got up to get their "guest" water. When the ape left room, Tracer took a closer look at the young man before her. He was tan, not like Symmetra or Pharah, but it was there. The Caribbean most likely, with his brown eyes and hair, it was a good fit. What drew her attention most however was the Talon uniform he in, which explained why he was cuffed to the table at the moment.

"See something you like do we?" That accent of his certainly helped make her think his place of origin was by the coast, his eyes exercising a certain carefreeness, but Tracer had no problem seeing the caution that swam underneath, though if that was from the time at sea or his occupation, she was unsure. His posture, while seemingly relaxed to others was, to her eyes, tensed and his eyes seemed to be searching the entire room, looking for something.

"Nothing as of yet love, but I do see a puzzle, and I quite like puzzles." she said, spinning her gun around her finger, totally at ease with the person in front of her, even if he was a member of a known terrorist group. Well, she reasoned to herself, he was immobilized at the moment. "Really, you seemed more the sort of person to enjoy something more fast pace than that" he replied, looking at her, no, next to her head at the door, like he was waiting for-

"Here you go, water straight from the tap," Winston said, placing a glass in front of the young man. His eyebrows rose in question, looking at the ape he asked, "You expect me to drink this?" Tracer could tell that Winston was annoyed at their young wards comment. "You asked for water, did you not" was the response, from her companion. The youth gestured to his hands, making his predicament clear for the two agents. "You asked for water, not if you could drink some", Tracer shot a glare at her hairy friend, thought the young man just rolled his eyes, bemused at them it seemed.

"Fair enough, lets get on with the questions, I'd like to get out of these cuffs quickly, and they are making my wrists so sore right now." He said almost like being held in bondage underneath a base filled with heroes was just a weekly occurrence.

Winston nodded, glad to start, he had a quest in hearthstone to finish up. "Alright, lets get started. Surname, then first please." The youth nodded.

"Silva, Alan"

So that's his name, Tracer thought to herself, looked more like an Alfonso if you asked her.

"Age?"

"19"

"Home"

"None" No pause, no hesitation, this boy truly felt like he had no home. Winston felt a sense of sympathy, remembering the time before the man he thought of as a father took him in. He shook his head, this boy was the enemy, can't get emotional, he had a job to do.

"Place of Birth"

"Havana, Cuba"

"Occupation" here Winston gave a slight growl, mostly cause he knew the real answer.

"Ex-Paramilitary, part time explorer, full time badass" the now named Alan said, a hint of pride and sarcasm in his statement. Tracer snorted in amusement, the lad had a piece of her own humor in him. The ex part of the first part still registered in her head however.

"Affiliations?" The million-dollar question, whatever he said next would mold how she and the rest of the team would treat him. Winston did a good job of masking any sort of emotion when he asked, and for this she had to give him props.

"Ex-Talon Squad Leader and Ex-Red Cross Rescue." Instantly, Winston's face became stone cold, and so did Tracer's. Alan had to take great care to not start sweating and keep a look of neutrality as he spoke. He kept repeating his mantra to not act in front of the two sitting in front of him. Calm is an advantage, can't capitalize on what they can't see, at least that is what he keeps telling himself.

"What do you mean, Ex-Talon" Winston growls, and god does that sound put fear in Alan's head. Breaths, he said to himself, in and out, yin and yang, neutral look, logical reply, now, speak. "It means exactly that. I am no longer a member of that group. That's why I came here the way I did. Or perhaps you think that it's normal to just walk up to your HQ, hands up and no weapons, and ask to chat. " The sarcasm in his last statement was a bit much, but hey, he was talking to an angry looking Ape and a stone faced time shifter, so what if he is feeling a bit stressed.

"So, what exactly did you want to talk about then?" Tracer asked, eying Alan to see if he was up to something. Even if that entrance was a bit unexpected, that doesn't mean anything, well mostly anything. Alan took a breath, the time had come, just say it, be quick and pray to God that the outcome is something that played to his favor, though knowing his luck, that wasn't going to happen.

"I'm willing to trade with you highly sensitive and secret information concerning Talon plans, hierarchy, equipment, all of it."

There, it was out on the table, now to see what they were going to say. Now he said the word trade, but what's stopping them from injecting him with a truth serum, of just torturing the info out of him. He was praying that since they were heroes that they wouldn't do that, but you never know. What he didn't expect was for them to just up and walk out of the room. Panic tried to seize control of him, but he fought it down, they were going to talk with the rest of the team, well, that's what he hoped was going to happen. Not use getting hopes up when it would be tie to fight out of the place, well, die trying to anyway.

Outside the Room

Tracer and Winston walked into the hidden room connected to the holding room. There, Mercy and Zenyatta stood, watching the Alan now alone in the room. Tracer started the conversation. "So, what do you think Doc, Zen?" The two seemed to talk with each other quietly, and then looked at Tracer. It was Mercy that answered. "According to own scanner, he was completely honest with his answers. Biologically speaking, everything checks out."

It was here that Zenyatta took over. "His spirit also seems to be honest, though the color looks odd. Normally, there are multiple colors that define a person soul, with a single base color that is their personality. His however, is a mixture of many shade of grey. The grey color is common with logic, though the many shade suggest a personality with of cynicism and sarcasm and cold humor. I believe that our young friend has done both good and bad, and he is searching for a second chance, and it is up to us to give him that chance, to both redeem himself and help him." The robo monk said. The four looked at each other, before they agreed that it was time to return to the boy with their answer.

As the two-walked back into the room, the same spike of anxiety threatened to take over Alan's mind. His teeth clenched and he forced himself to be calm. As they sat, Winston spoke. "We are willing to negotiate the terms of the agreement with you. Now this is a trade, so we are willing to listen to what you want, and we will try to find a solution that will help us both. Now that being said, what do you desire from us a Overwatch for your information concerning the terrorist group known as Talon."

Alan had a face of neutrality, but they both could hear the small sigh of relief that came from him. What he asked for was what made the two (four) members of Overwatch surprised. Out of all the things the young man could have asked for, this was not what they had been thinking of. "Can I live here for bit, please?"

Tada. Thank you all for the obvious applause going on right now. Anyway, yes I put an OC in there, but it is going to be a mostly funny story that is about how the rest of the characters interact with my character. A few serious moments will happen, but yeah, this is mostly for laughs. Thank you all and I'll see you guys in the next chapter. Peace.