A headache and a medic.

The next morning was hell. Tracer awoke on the lab floor, she was only wearing her underwear, the bottle of Whiskey in her arms.

And her brain was trying to kill her. "I see you have awoken, Tracer." Athena said. "What happened?" She only remembered taking the Whiskey bottle back to the table and then...

Nope nothing.

"You kept drinking until you were so intoxicated that you begged me to do the table thing again." Athena said, "You were already undressing yourself, i did however advised against that, at which point you called me a 'sadistic robot built by a bloody monkey' and passed out."

The brit blushed, and looked at the bottle of Whiskey, it was empty. Her head however was killing her. "I need a medic." Tracer said and slowly made her way to the kitchen. "How fitting." Tracer stopped in her tracks, "Why?" the brit asked and looked confused.

"Because I got a signal from Winston while you were out, which is located in the Alps, Switzerland, and Mercy is currently there as well.”

Tracer smiled at the good news. “I have already made an appointment for you to get flown over there with a private machine, I advise you to get going.”

Modern technology was great, she boarded the machine, the owner of which had been saved by Overwatch before and was flying over Switzerland an hour later. The headache was killing her but the thought of finding Winston made that discomfort worthwhile.

“I belief this is where you get off.” The pilot shouted from the cockpit. “Yep, thanks for the flight, love.” Tracer shouted back and opened the plane door. “Don’t forget you parachute.” The pilot warned her.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Tracer laughed, “I won’t need it.” She felt the panic in the pilot’s eyes as she jumped out.

Air whistled in her ears as Tracer fell through the sky. Under her was an enormous green landscape and when she looked to the right she could see the mountains of the Alps towering high over everything else. The landscape was empty, safe for a couple of trees, animals and a lonely house.

A figure clad in white stepped out of the house and flew into Tracer’s direction. Now Tracer had seen and felt many strange things in her life, she was once ripped out of time itself after all, but getting hugged mid-air by the Swiss medic in her angelic battle suite was still a strange experience.

“Tracer.” Mercy said as she slowed down her fall until they came to a full stop. “How have you been? I haven’t seen you in ages.” Her platinum hair shook in the turbulent winds. “I would love to tell you.” Tracer said and laughed. “But could we land first? I don’t want to freeze to **** up here.”

Mercy laughed as she began to fly the both of them towards her house. “Silly girl. Helden sterben nicht.”