Hello everyone!

Here I am with another chapter to "Soldier: 77". Again, thanks kindly for all your reviews. I appreciate your thoughts on the Widowmaker's change, and I feel a need to address it.

While it was true that Widowmaker no longer had an allegiance to Talon, this does not necessarily mean that she turned good. Think, a wild cat. Even if it eats the food you give it, it can still attack you if you come too close.

That's about it; any more would be spoiling the next chapters too much. What I mean to say is, I meant this story to be a light read, but not a simple read. *grins*

Last but not least, thanks Zabon95 for the protip. That is exactly the reason I put the mainstory one year after the museum event, so that any emotions kindled then would largely reduce to a fond memory at best.

Disclaimer: I don't own Overwatch.

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Chapter 2

Imagine a random ceremony. Like, Graduation Day, England's Accolade, or someone's marriage day. The time where everyone congregates to celebrate a common occasion, or an acquaintance's life-changing event. It was also a perfect opportunity to mingle and get to know new people, or reunite with a long lost friend that you'd lost touch with.

Lena particularly liked these kind of events. Being her bubbly, exuberant self, she made a point to talk to each and every individual she met at such meetings. That did not, of course, mean that she would intrude the personal space of unwilling people; she made sure to steer clear of them instead.

Somewhere in Talon headquarters, Reaper sneezed.

With that said, Lena marveled at the gathering of Overwatch agents in front of her. While the number was far from overwhelming- the organization WAS officially disbanded long ago after all- it was impressive enough for the young soldier who had spent too much time in separated hiding. In case of compromise, there could be no more than two agents hiding in one safehouse at the same time. This was arranged so as to minimize loss, as well as maintain sanity for those forced to stay for a long time.

No one could possibly be alone for so long, especially Tracer.

Lena spent some time reminiscing her good ol' times with former teammates. The first one to come to her mind was Zarya, whose imposing figure and pink undercut hair stood out prominently in the crowd. The bulky Russian had been the first to stay with her in the Novokuznetsk safehouse, acting as a guide and company for a whole year.

It had been a hassle at first. Being a quiet, industrous warrior, Zarya was greatly and continually irritated by Lena, whose ugly face only started to show when she was at home. Tracer was unusually talkative- and when restricted to one small area, this trait of hers was even more pronounced as she had only one target to chat with. While this did liven up the place and warded off any potential awkward moments, Zarya was not exactly glad. She would rather her peaceful workout sessions undisturbed, much less constantly barraged with "what does this machine do?" and "how many reps is enough?"

The only thing that kept the pink-haired woman from snapping at Lena was the fact that the younger girl was actually appreciative of her hobby; over time, the Brit was able to grasp the basics of fitness. For instance, she could now tell which exercise trained which muscle, when to workout and when to rest, an so on. After two months, Tracer also fell into a steady rhythm of workout that kept her limbs working and her mouth shut, much to Zarya's immense relief.

Thanks to the training, Lena now had the most glorious shapely ass in the history of Overwatch.

Until Russia, the brunette had been leading a messy lifestyle. Most of her possessions were kept in the same way she did her hair- ruffled and unkempt (it was a miracle how she managed to keep it clean and shiny though). To her, making the bed- as well as cleaning the dishes- was largely unnecessary and was only done when someone visits. This habit did not go unnoticed by Zarya; her orderly upbringing did not permit someone living like that, especially if that particular someone was living in the same house with her.

To Lena's dismay, she had to do the dishes everyday, when Zarya took charge of preparing healthy food for both. The Russian would not stand greasy fast food just so Lena could avoid the clean-up duty.

This diet also contributed to the glorious shapely ass mentioned above.

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"Lena!" Said girl jumped as someone- shorter and bigger than her- glomped her from behind. While the voice sounded a bit to high-pitched to be an adult's, Lena knew better than that. After all, there weren't many women working as agents.

"Mei! My favorite doctor!" Somewhere nearby, Mercy sneezed.

Tracer wiggled from Mei's arms, giving her a proper hug. "I miss you so much! How's the trip from the North Pole?" She asked before stepping back to look at the climatologist. My word, she looks even younger than me! Tracer thought. Working in the freezing cold for so long must have done miracles to her. Indeed, Mei looks as youthful as a teenager despite her age of 31. Rather than looking pale and blue-ish with frostbite, she somehow managed to keep a healthy pink complexion that complimented her even rosier lips. Combined with a pair of glasses and a constant smile, Mei was the epitome of inappropriate cuteness; no adult in her thirties should be that adorable.

"It's the South Pole actually, girl. And it's not a nice one, I must say." She looked down at her attire and pouted. "I forgot to change again, so it's freaking hot here." Lena laughed a bit at the scientist's miserable state.

Mei had always been a hero to the young British. Ever since she was young, she had been fascinated with saving the world; and just like any active teenager, she tried her best participating in many environmental campaigns. Therefore, upon hearing news of a scientist saving a nest of endangered wildlife from a collapsing iceberg, Lena was beyond fascinated. She began looking for more information about this heroine, and was even more thrilled to know Mei was the only one in her crew to survive a polar storm, yet remained unfazed active in her job. This marked the beginning of young Lena's fascination towards Overwatch, as well as everything that made Lena the famous Tracer today.

"Come, let's get you up to my quarters to change. I must have some clothes that fit you." Mei enthusiastically nodded.

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Imagine a random ceremony. Like, Graduation Day, France's Jour d'armistice, or someone's marriage day. The time where everyone congregates to celebrate a common occasion, or an acquaintance's life-changing event. It was also a perfect opportunity to mingle and get to know new people, or reunite with a long lost friend that you'd lost touch with.

Widowmaker particularly disliked these kind of events. She had never been an extroverted person in the first place, and her circumstances usually forced her to stay above and away from the crowd. Moreover, since her assassination targets were sometimes among the crowd, it just made her job harder having to aim even more precisely so as not to waste bullets and accidentally killed a wrong person.

However, on her grand quest of discovering herself once again, Widowmaker decided to participate in a more crowded event. A problem arose though; her skin had yet to come back to its original complexion, and she did not even know if it would. This would definitely compromise her locations should she choose to reveal herself in public, as a blue-skinned woman was unheard of and would attract everyone nearby.

She pouted to no one in particular. Feeling frustrated, Widowmaker pinced her cat, which was sleeping peacefully on her lap. Startled, it meowed angrily and leaped away.

A cat, huh… that gave her an idea.

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This chapter took me a while to write, since I was feeling a bit under the weather. I'm sorry to say the next one probably will take even longer, as there are still many things I need to think out before writing it.

Tell me what you think!