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“Quem está afim cumpre promessas. Diz a verdade. Olha nos olhos com doçura. Te dá uma rosa. Quem não quer foge do assunto. Não atende o telefone, protela, adia, desvia o olhar. Te dá espinhos. O “bom” jogador até se passa por um cara que está afim de ti. Mas, se prestares atenção em detalhes pequenos, a verdade se tornará clara. Escolhe. A opção é tua.”

— Clarissa Corrêa.

It’s been a while.

When Fareeha get’s hurt and she doesn’t think it’s bad and Angela needs to keep up with the stubborn Amari. Slow burn.

The low hum of VTOL’s engines sounded throughout the hold area. The roaring shouts of Reinhardt’s could be heard even down in the most deserted parts of the huge ship. The whole team was getting back to the watchpoint after a successful mission and nobody seemed to care about how tired they were. Zarya and Reinhardt were arm wrestling on the debriefing table in the main area, while Tracer cheered on them piloting the ship. Even the old Commander Morrison seemed to be in a good mood as he sat on the couch looking closely at the duel.

“Please do not strain anything, I would prefer not having you in the infirmary just because you went too far” Angela sighed, knowing that she might as well not say anything, either of the two wouldn’t dare to give up. She came up behind Winston asking how far from the base were they. Estimated time of arrival: 22 minutes.

“You are still coming in for a check-up when we get there” Mercy glared at Reinhardt, who just smiled putting all of his force in the death grip he was in with Zarya. Neither of them seemed to budge, but the grin on Zarya’s face showed that she was having fun.

“Don’t worry, my friend! I got this under control!” the old man roared trying to glare down the Russian wrestler.

“Yes mooom!” Hana smirked from the corner she was sitting in together with Lucio. Angela just put her fingers to the bridge of her nose. She loved whole of the Overwatch family they created, the old and the new additions, but after the recall first week of their comeback she became like mother to the younger members of the team, and after three months of operations she still couldn’t get used to being called ‘mom’. Even Bastion who seemed to be only understood by Lucio and Zenyatta, beeped happily and waved his armored hand at her, seemingly saying something polite.

She glared at the two youngsters that were lost in their world. “I’m not letting anyone go this time.” Angela sat down in her usual spot, close to the big door. She looked around giving each of them a quick glance turning on her visor and checking their vitals. Everyone seemed to be a bit bruised maybe had a few cuts, but they all seemed to be in the best condition they could, after the hell they just went through. Angela felt like she was missing something. Something or someone.

“Did anyone see Pharah?” she tried not to look as concerned as she was.

“She went downstairs, said she needed… HA! TAKE THAT!” Hana started to explain, tapping at the handheld game. “… some time off.”

“Ten minutes to landing!” Winston shouted from his chair. Angela decided she still had the time to find and check-up on Fareeha. She was excited when she first heard that she was going to join them, but she never expected to be hit with the familiar feeling from seven years ago. The feelings like her whole world was shaking and she couldn’t think straight. That feeling that only came to her when she was around Pharah. The once small child that wanted to find justice in the wretched world. Now grown up and battle-hardened warrior, with perfectly curved jawline and that long stare that seemed to look right into your soul. Angela melted under that stare. As much as she didn’t want to squander their friendship, she stopped lying to herself and admitted that she indeed might have had feelings for Fareeha, which were more than just friendship. She came down the stairs into the hold area, only to find Pharah halfway lying on one of the chairs still fully in her armor.

“Are you alright?” Angela asked quietly, voice filled with worry.

“I’m fine,” came the even quieter response. "I’m just tired.”

“You went ahead without backup, are you sure nothing happened?” there was a moment during their mission when Pharah suddenly disappeared from any radar. The only indication that she didn’t go AWOL was Jack’s 'I sent her ahead, she will be back in a moment’ when Angela gazed at him ready to find her at all costs. After they got back onto their transport Fareeha hasn’t said a word and disappeared somewhere. Angela didn’t have the time to even check if she needed any immediate help. Jack reassured her that Fareeha would say so if that was the case. Maybe she just needed some time alone.

“I’m fine,” the all known answer that Pharah had perfected.

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toreadorcarol

9 years ago

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