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The doors to Watchtower Gibraltar slid open and Winston walked in. Behind him was Tracer, McCree, Genji, Reinhardt, Torbjörn, D.va, Lucio, Mei and Pharah. Winston was the first to notice the two women waiting for their arrival. One was sitting on a chair, cross-legged, while taking a sip of coffee. The other was leaning back against the wall, arms crossed and a smirk painted on her face. Angela 'Mercy' Ziegler rested the mug on the table and gave the group a warm smile and lazy wave of the hand. Tyra first looked at the old members of Overwatch then shifted her focus to the new faces. After examining each of them, her smirk grew "I see someone kept in shape while they were gone." Angela stood and went to stand by her friend. Without warning, Reinhardt rushed to the two and enveloped them in a big hug "Ahahaha! My Friends, you have returned!" The two blondes smiled and returned the bone-crushing, hug. Torbjörn went to them and tapped Reinhardt "You're not the only one who wants to meet them, you know." Reinhardt set the two down, only for the women to get hugged again by a giddy, speedster "Angela, Tyra! I missed you two, so much. Where have you been?" Genji walked to them and brought a hand on Tracer's shoulder "Easy, Miss Lena. I think they'll have a better time answering your question when they're NOT being hugged to death by a short, squealing, British girl." Tracer let the women go and turned to the cyborg with an annoyed expression "Reinhardt hugged them. He's eneromous and they look fine. Why can't I hug them?" Genji just shrugged "You're a bloody git, ya know that, luv." Genji shrugged again. McCree was next tipping his and saying "Ladies, welcome back." Tyra let out a playful smirk and asked "Hey, Jesse. What time is it?" McCree just gave her a deadpan stare "Not funny." Winston was next to approach them "It's good to have you here. Doctor, Tyra. We need all the help we can get." Angela smiled before reaching into her lab coat and pulling out a jar of Peanut Butter "A little present for you." Winston took it gratefully and went to place it on his desk. Before the new members could greet the two, the doors slid open again to reveal a figure in a teal, army uniform with dark blue pants and grey boots. A bearded man with brown hair that was graying on the back stood before them. An eyepatch covered his left eye. Strapped to his belt were a set of grenades and loaded, magazine cases. Resting on his shoulder was an Assault Rifle with a wooden stock, grip and underbarrel. He examined the group before saying in a heavy, Russian, accent "The strength of the team is each member and the strength of each member is the team." Tyra was the first to respond "It's strange to see the Lone Wolf return to the pack he left behind and utter the words he had forsaken." The man grunted and said "The Wolf turned his back on his word. Turned his back on his family. Not anymore." Tyra glared intensely before dropping it and letting out a sincere smile "Welcome back, Viktor."

From a distance, a man in blue watched what happened and grunted. A scar can be seen running down his face, before being covered by a black mask and a red visor. He stared at the Watchtower one more time before turning around and walking away. Deciding not to raid this particular Overwatch facility.

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The doors to Watchtower Gibraltar slid open and Winston walked in. Behind him was Tracer, McCree, Genji, Reinhardt, Torbjörn, D.va, Lucio, Mei and Pharah. Winston was the first to notice the two women waiting for their arrival. One was sitting on a chair, cross-legged, while taking a sip of coffee. The other was leaning back against the wall, arms crossed and a smirk painted on her face. Angela 'Mercy' Ziegler rested the mug on the table and gave the group a warm smile and lazy wave of the hand. Tyra first looked at the old members of Overwatch then shifted her focus to the new faces. After examining each of them, her smirk grew "I see someone kept in shape while they were gone." Angela stood and went to stand by her friend. Without warning, Reinhardt rushed to the two and enveloped them in a big hug "Ahahaha! My Friends, you have returned!" The two blondes smiled and returned the bone-crushing, hug. Torbjörn went to them and tapped Reinhardt "You're not the only one who wants to meet them, you know." Reinhardt set the two down, only for the women to get hugged again by a giddy, speedster "Angela, Tyra! I missed you two, so much. Where have you been?" Genji walked to them and brought a hand on Tracer's shoulder "Easy, Miss Lena. I think they'll have a better time answering your question when they're NOT being hugged to death by a short, squealing, British girl." Tracer let the women go and turned to the cyborg with an annoyed expression "Reinhardt hugged them. He's eneromous and they look fine. Why can't I hug them?" Genji just shrugged "You're a bloody git, ya know that, luv." Genji shrugged again. McCree was next tipping his and saying "Ladies, welcome back." Tyra let out a playful smirk and asked "Hey, Jesse. What time is it?" McCree just gave her a deadpan stare "Not funny." Winston was next to approach them "It's good to have you here. Doctor, Tyra. We need all the help we can get." Angela smiled before reaching into her lab coat and pulling out a jar of Peanut Butter "A little present for you." Winston took it gratefully and went to place it on his desk. Before the new members could greet the two, the doors slid open again to reveal a figure in a teal, army uniform with dark blue pants and grey boots. A bearded man with brown hair that was graying on the back stood before them. An eyepatch covered his left eye. Strapped to his belt were a set of grenades and loaded, magazine cases. Resting on his shoulder was an Assault Rifle with a wooden stock, grip and underbarrel. He examined the group before saying in a heavy, Russian, accent "The strength of the team is each member and the strength of each member is the team." Tyra was the first to respond "It's strange to see the Lone Wolf return to the pack he left behind and utter the words he had forsaken." The man grunted and said "The Wolf turned his back on his word. Turned his back on his family. Not anymore." Tyra glared intensely before dropping it and letting out a sincere smile "Welcome back, Viktor."

From a distance, a man in blue watched what happened and grunted. A scar can be seen running down his face, before being covered by a black mask and a red visor. He stared at the Watchtower one more time before turning around and walking away. Deciding not to raid this particular Overwatch facility.