Hey guys. My buddy kept bugging me about writing a story like this because I've told him about it and he thought it was a good idea. Now that I've finally gotten around to it I want you to know that this will be a long story and a slow burn. Not a one shot. Anyways, enjoy.

Chapter 1 Regretful Past

April 22nd 2077 1932 Hours

FuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuck. Were the only words that could come to my mind as I ran through the alleyways, dodging bullets that seem to have skimmed my body. Cold air and rain pelted my face as I continued to run, desperately trying to find some kind of cover. My body was in pain, I was pushing it over it's limit, but I knew that if I stopped, I was a dead man. My legs throbbed with every step, my lungs burned with every breath. I took a sharp right, feeling a bullet dig into the back of my leg. I fell forwards, extending my arms to cushion my fall. I rolled and saw that my rifle had been knocked away from me. I decided to go without it, quickly getting up and limping as fast as I could. I heard the footsteps behind me. They sounded like a stampede. I took another right, only to see a solid brick wall. My heart sunk in disbelief. I pushed up against the wall, hoping it was some kind of door or something. It was just a wall, my heart ached. After all that running, all that fighting. I'm just gonna be captured by Overwatch like this. I turned around to face my captors. Squeezing my leg tightly to stop some of the bleeding. I let my back fall against the wall, looking up at my captors, their flashlights burning my pupils.

"Hands up fucker." One of them demanded.

I did as I was told, slowly raising my hands above my head and surrendered to them. I was angry, both with myself and with these Overwatch scum bags. I glared at all of them, gritting my teeth in fury.

A soldier raised his hand to his earpiece. "We've got him sir. Orders?" He said coldly. "Understood." He continued as he approached me with a evil smirk. "Nighty Night Fucker." He mocked as he smacked me with the butt of his gun, knocking me out cold.

December 13th 2065 0934 Hours

I sat in the waiting room, looking at the walls I've seen many times before. Both for me and for her.

"When will we see Angela daddy?" Rose asked me with an innocent smile.

I looked at her and smiled back, "Soon honey, she's taking care of the other patients first." I ruffled up her hair a bit, getting a giggle from her as she pushed my hand away.

Dr. Angela Ziegler, codename: Mercy, is a great doctor, maybe one of the best there is. She's even patched me up after some of my missions. Hell I would've lost my arm if it wasn't for her. None the less, I've become good friends with her. Making small talk over the years. She a wiz with kids, my daughter loves her, sometimes I think more than me. Yeah, it isn't really safe to keep a kid around a military facility, but being one of the top agents has it's privileges. Besides, she has no where to go. This is the best place for her. I need to retire soon, get a home. For her. She doesn't deserve to live here, she needs a normal li- I was knocked clean out of my thoughts by the door opening and Angela walking through it.

"My, My, is it already time for another check up Rose?" She put her hands to her hips and smiled gently at us both.

"Hi Angela!" Rose practically yelled before running over to her and hugged her tightly.

"It's good to see you again. You've gotten so much taller." Angela said with a chuckle as she knelt down to Rose's level.

"I'm 3'6 now." Rose proudly stated while puffing out her chest.

"I can see that, you're growing up so fast." Angela praised happily and stood back up. "Come on you two follow me." She continued as she guided us to her usual work space.

I followed Mercy, Rose grabbing my hand as we did. We all arrived at the check up room and I lifted Rose onto the table.

"This shouldn't take long as usual Hunter. Just a few minuets." She explained to me as she began to check Rose's breathing.

"That's a shame, kinda wanted to talk to you Doc." I flirted harmlessly. I've always liked Angela, she's a very attractive woman if you ask me.

I could see a bit of red on her face, "Uhh...tha-thank you Hunter..." She stuttered and continued to check Rose, who looked at us both confused.

I chuckled, and sat down in a chair. Waiting for her to finish.

"So...what'cha been up to doc?" I asked trying to make some kind of conversation.

"Eh, nothing really. What about you and Rose?" She asked in return.

"I've been on a few mission, nothing serious. Rose here has getting into some trouble though." I told her casually.

She gasped heavily and looked at Rose, "Roooooose, what have you been doing?" She asked with disapproval in her voice.

Rose just looked at the ground in embarrassment and said nothing.

"She been sneaking into the shooting range and trying to shoot the pistols. McCree's caught her twice." I explained to her while staring at Rose.

"Rose. That's really dangerous, you could hurt yourself really badly or you could hurt someone else. Would you want to hurt someone?" Angela asked her gently.

Rose continued to remain silent, but shook her head no.

"That's right, you don't. Make me a promise that you will never go to the shooting range without your papa." Angela told her.

Rose looked up at her slowly and with an embarrassed face, "I promise Angela." She said quietly.

"That's a good girl, and you seem totally fine." Angela finished and helped Rose off of the table.

I got up and walked over to Angela, tugging on her shirt. She looked at me and I quietly asked her, "Can I talk to you in private for a sec?"

"Of course, one moment." She told me before turning back to Rose. She took a lollipop from her lab coat and gave it to her, "For being such a good girl." She praised and pinched her cheek lightly.

I led her out of the room, crossed my arms and looked at her with sorrow.

"What's the matter Hunter?" She asked me with a concerned look and tone.

"I've got a mission coming up, big one. I may not be coming back from this. If I do, I'll more than likely be missing a limb." I told her in a serious tone.

"Don't say that. You'll come back just as always." She tried reassuring me

"That's not why I'm telling you this. Look, if I don't make it back, I have no one take care of Rose. So I'm asking you, If something happens to me where I don't make it back, please take care of her. You're the only person I trust to do so." I explained to her, hoping she would accept the favor I'm asking of her.

"This is a great responsibility. I'm honored you think so highly of me." She stopped and pondered her decision with her eyes widened. "Ja...Ja I promise I will take care of her for you." She assured me with a gleeful tone.

I hugged her tightly, not being able to think of any other way to thank her enough. "Thank you Angela. I can't thank you enough for this." I told her with both relief and happiness in my voice.

She hugged me back, "It's the least I can do for you Hunter." She gently told me.

"It's the least I can do." The words echoed through my mind as everything began fading away. Was it a dream? A vision? A memory? I didn't know. All i knew was that I was out cold, my body trying to withstand the blows it just took. Both from me, and from my enemies.

April 23rd 2077 ? Hours

My eyes opened slowly, revealing a dimly lit room. I was seeming to be sitting in the middle of it, tied to a chair. The walls looked old fashioned and cold. My head was throbbing intensely, probably from that asshole hitting me with his gun. I could hear two muffled voices yelling at each other through the door, one sounded feminine, the other sounded low and raspy. Kinda sounds like someone I know...but who, wait...No, no it can't be him. He's dead. I thought to myself, trying to break the silence in my head. I began to tug at my restraints, trying to get some kind of freedom. Lucky for me, whoever tied them didn't tie them well. I wiggled out of the restraints and my hands were free. I wasn't looking to break out. They caught me, and I know this place like the back of my hand. The only I'll be getting out of here, is in a body bag.

I rubbed my wrists, trying to get all the blood pumping back into my hand. My wrists were red and sore, How long was I out? I pondered to myself. I shrugged off my own question however and raised a hand up to my head. There was still blood flowing from my wound, so I couldn't have been out long. Funny, you would think they would patch up a prisoner before interrogating him. Once again, I heard the two voice screaming at each other. Louder and clearer this time. "You will not interrogate a wounded man! Let me patch him up first!" It sounded like the feminine voice said.

It was still difficult to make out, but the man's voice was a little too clear. "Fine! But, YOU'LL be the one interrogating him then Angela!" The mans voice yelled what seemed like right at me.

Angela? Angela Ziegler? So...She's still working for these fuckers...Pity. I thought to myself with a smirk. I leaned back into the chair, and lowered my camouflage hats bill over my eyes. Waiting for someone to walk in.

As if on queue someone opened the door and walked in carefully. "Hello, My name is Angela Ziegler, and I will be your do-." She stopped at those words. I didn't look up, nor speak. I wanted to see her reaction. She chuckled halfheartedly, "Uh, excuse me for asking, but where did you get that hat?" Her question was more of a demand, there was a hint of anger in her voice.

I honestly didn't think she would recognize my hat, then again I wore it all the time. I laughed, "What's the matter doc? Don't recognize me?" I mocked a little as I looked up, "You always knew my daughter a little better than me." I finished with a evil grin.

She stood there, wide eyed, dumbfounded, and more then likely shocked beyond belief. Her clipboard slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor below. "Hu...Hunter?!" She asked faintly, seeing if I was the real deal.

"Long time no see eh Doc?" I asked in a aggressive tone, leaning forward and gritting my teeth.

"They...They said you wer-"

"Dead, Missing, A Traitor. Well, maybe only one of those things are correct. After what you all did to my Rose...I should kill you where you stand." I threatened while standing up and walking towards her menacingly. Well, more of limped. My leg wasn't exactly healed yet, or even patched up for that matter.

"Wha-What?! We did nothing to Rose! She's-"

"Up in heaven right now. Talon showed me pictures. Y'all used her as a hostage and shot her right in the back of her head. I'm no fool Angela. You should know this." I barked angrily as I continued towards her.

She immediately pulled her pistol out and aimed it at my forehead. "St-Stay back Hunter..I'm not afraid to shoot you." She threatened aimlessly. She was as scared as could be, her hands and arms were trembling.

I decided to mess with her, toy with my food, "Woah there Doc. From our little chats I remember you saying that you're against violence." I playfully put my hands above my head with a smirk.

"I may be against it b-but I'm not afraid to use it." She tried to threaten while shaking.

I laughed, "Alright Doc, alright." I turned back around, walked back to my chair, and took a seat. My arms still raised above my head.

She took a deep breath before lowering her pistol. "Please Hunter, if you don't mind, I would like to patch you up. You took a nasty blow to the head." She approached both slowly and cautiously, gently touching my wound.

I snarled, "Whatever." I replied coldly.

She walked out of the room and returned with a bag of more than likely medical supplies. I just angrily looked at the ground. I didn't want a member of Overwatch working on me, but I did need to get this wound patched up. At this point I didn't have a choice in the matter. She began to dab my wound with alcohol. I groaned slightly at the pain, squeezing my eyes tight and gritting my teeth.

"Rose is perfectly fi-"

"Save it. I'm not gonna believe a word of you Overwatch fucks." I shouted at her aggressively.

She sighed heavily out of her nose, and continued to work on my gash. Taking a needle out of her bag and stitching my wound up. I gritted my teeth harder and harder every time the needle pierced my skin. It felt like hell.

"What did they do to you Hunter?" She tried to mumble inaudibly.

"They opened my eyes Angela. Showed me that you people can't protect your own, or keep a promise." I raised my voice at her.

"If you won't listen to me then I will just have to show you proof." She shot back, getting annoyed with me.

"I don't know what kind of proof you could show me, but it won't be enough. And if you're done, then get the hell away from me." I demanded immediately.

"Fine, Hunter. I may be your Doctor, and hopefully still your friend, but I will show the light tomorrow." She firmly stated before gathering her things and walking out of the room.

"I'd like to see you try Doc." I angrily mumbled to myself before tipping my hat over my eyes and trying to fall asleep. "Wait..." I lifted my hat back up, "Damnit she forgot the leg!"

Well guys, there you have it. Keep in mind that I'm still working on my other story, this is just me taking a little break. And getting my friend off my back XD, anyways, hope you enjoyed and I'll see you guys around.