"Right up here, big guy! C'mon, quick! Before they get you!"
It was hard to hear his friend's voice over the sound of taunting war cries, laser-fire, and the pounding of his own heart. But thanks to his keen gorilla senses, Winston could isolate his friend's calls from across the dark, neon-lit city streets. They came from the top of what looked like the balcony of a restaurant, where he could see a woman's gloved hand wave him over from the upper doorway. Gritting his teeth and giving a determined huff, Winston broke out into a brisk run on all fours and leaped into the air by using a parked car as a springboard. While the bespectacled ape wasn't able to achieve the ridiculous height that he'd get from using his jump pack, he was still able to grab onto the edge of the restaurant's balcony, and just barely managed to pull himself up and away from a hail of laser gunfire.
"Lena! Lena, I'm here!" Winston huffed after using a tactical combat roll to safely enter the restaraunt's empty top floor, where his scrawny, spiky haired sister-in-arms Lena "Tracer" Oxton was pressing her back against a wall and breathing heavily.
"Oh thank God you made it out of there alive, Winston!" Tracer huffed as she nervously eyeballed the staircase leading to the ground floor, "Those savages have been kicking our behinds like crazy!"
"You're not kidding. The way they ganged up on Peter, ambushed Carlito, and sniped Timothy?! They're downright merciless!" Winston anguished, gesturing wildly while his eyes widened in panic.
"After going toe to toe with these guys? Give me Talon or the Deadlock Gang any day of the week! Or heck, Null Sector for that matter!" Tracer groaned as she glared down at the unweildly laser rifle she was clutching in her hands. "Oh, how I hate this stupid gun! I'm not meant to use weapons like this!"
Winston grabbed a similar gun that he had slung to his back and gave a sympathetic sigh. Indeed: this firearm was something he was incredibly unfamiliar with and nowhere near as comfortable to use as his trusty Tesla Cannon. But this was no time to complain: Winston could hear multiple sets of footsteps entering the downstairs room and it was only a matter of time before they had company. They needed a plan, and fast.
"Alright Lena, soon we'll have hostiles coming up those stairs, and we're outnumbered seven to two. But if we play our cards right, I think we can tip the odds in our favor..."
"So what's the plan, big guy?"
Winston looked out the doorway leading to the balcony and pointed. "We go for a pincer manuever: I stay here and hold them off! Meanwhile, you jump off the balcony, rush back inside from the ground entrance, and surprise them from behind! With any luck we'll both come out unscathed and with less hostiles to worry about."
Tracer furrowed her brow, held her gun closer, and nodded in understanding. "Got it."
"Alright then. See you on the other side, Lena."
The friends parted ways: Winston headed for the stairs while Tracer made a break for the window. The gorilla made it halfway down the steps before he was ambushed by a quartet of attackers who blocked the foot of the stairs and aimed up at him.
"Take this, monkey man!"
"I'm not a monkey..." Winston growled as he readied his gun and took aim. "I'm a SCIENTIST!" A primal roar erupting from his chest, Winston fired a flurry of noisy laser shots at his opponents. He could feel a grin spread across his grey lips as a pair of noisy alarms confirmed that he nailed two of his targets... only for it to be wiped clean off when his vest's weakpoint was shot and a similar alarm sounded.
"Yeah, got him!" The shooter, a black boy who couldn't have been any older than nine cheered as he high fived the blonde kid next to him.
"NO! Agh..." Winston grumbled as he fell onto the floor in defeat. As his attackers celebrated, he looked up at the sky and reached upwards before clenching his hand into a defiant fist. 'Lena, it's all up to you...'
"AW, RUBBISH!" Tracer hollered from outside the building as another vest alarm sounded off.
'Or not...' Winston thought with a sigh as Tracer's vest siren was soon drowned out by an even noiser alarm that rang across the combat zone through overhead speakers.
"THE RED TEAM HAS BEEN COMPLETELY ELIMINATED! THE BLUE TEAM WINS!"
All across the battlefield, the darkness was dispelled as the neon lights went off and were were replaced with more natural lighting, which made it more apparent that the ruined streets were little more than an elaborate laser tag arena. While Winston got back up on his feet and removed his laser tag vest, the children he was playing with began giddily celebrating amongst one another.
"Dude, we beat them! We beat Winston AND Tracer!"
"Yeah, we kicked their BUTTS!"
"Ooh! Ooh! If we beat those guys, it means we're better fighters than them! Does this mean we can join Overwatch?!"
"If we join Overwatch, I'm going to marry Tracer!"
Winston laughed jovially, unable to resist the contagious feelings of excitement from these kids. He and Tracer had been engaged in laser tag battles with kids all day long as a huge charity fundraiser the pair had put together: Laserfest. For just five dollars kids were free to spend the entire day playing laser tag with these two, and in turn the funds would go to under-funded children's hospitals throughout the United States of America, with plans to go international in the future. Sure, it may not have been as thrilling or larger-than-life as saving people from terrorists or hostile Omnics, but as long as he was making people happy and still making the world a better place, there were no complaints on his end.
"Alright kids, face front! Your pal Tracer has an announcement to make!" Tracer called out as she entered the "building" with the rest of the kids they were just playing with in tow. Having always been appealing to kids in particular, Tracer needed next to no extra effort on her end to get the children's attention: they faced her and fell silent almost immediately.
"I just wanted to give you lot a big whopping "congratulations" for that game just now. We didn't even stand a chance against you! You should be proud of being the first laser tag team to beat me and Winston today!"
The children began cheering and excitedly telling again.
"Again! Again! I wanna play again!"
"Come on guys, let's do a rematch!"
"Mr. Winston, Ms. Tracer, can we please play one more time?"
"Hey Tracer, my dad thinks you're hot!"
"Aw, real sorry luvs, but that's it for today!" Tracer's announcement was met with a cacophony of disappointed groaning while she removed the laser tag vest that bulged awkwardly against her Chronal Accelerator. She pointed at a huge digital clock display on a wall in the main battleground, which read 7:00 PM: the time that LaserFest would officially end.
"Oh my, it's seven already?!" Winston was completely taken aback: when he was a young ape his father figure Dr. Harold Winston taught him the proverb about how time flies when you're having fun... but he could have sworn that only a few minutes ago the clock read 4:53...
"Hey hey, don't go all "doom and gloom" on me now!" Tracer consoled the children, one of which had full-on dissolved into teary-eyed hysterics, "LaserFest is hardly gonna be a one-time thing, you'll get to hang out with us plenty more times in the future! Besides..." a knowing grin spread across her face, "You lot are forgetting about the pizza afterparty we had planned for you!"
Right on cue, an Omnic delivery boy walked into the battlefield carrying a stack of pizza boxes that were stacked to the point of nearly touching the ceiling. "Delivery for one Lena Oxton!"
Immediately, the tone of the children changed on a dime.
"YEAH! You guys are AWESOME!"
"Pizza! Pizza! PIZZA!"
"Don't eat all the cheese pizza, guys! I want some!"
Cutest of all, the crying child ran up and wrapped his arms around Tracer's waist in a hug. "Thanks Ms. Tracer."
"Aw, you're welcome, little guy!" Tracer cooed as she ruffled the little tyke's hair before turning to the rest of the crowd. "Alright you lot, let's go! There's pizza to be eaten, fizzy drinks to be sipped! Come on!"
She and Winston led the way to the party room, eager to tear into some tasty, tasty pizza. It had been way too long since Winston had this kind of fun, and he knew he'd savor every individual second of it: while he loved putting the hurt on bad guys, he couldn't say that it beat out good old-fashioned wholesome fun like this. He couldn't wait until he got back to HQ and shared today's events with his subordinates...
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