Find Mercy

Genji decides to find Mercy. If anyone could find out what's wrong with him, it'd be her. She was, after all, a guardian angel of sorts for him. Genji, at first hated what she did to him, but once coming to peace with his body, he didn't just forgive her, but also felt like he owed her a great deal. A flutter of butterflies scrambled inside his cybernetic stomach. She was one of the few girls that made him feel human too. Mercy being a "crush" seemed like a childish term for Genji, it was more of an deep respect that gradually turned into a matured love.

All of these thoughts about Angela Ziegler made the trip to her office seem much faster than it actually was, but when Genji paused at the door to her office it felt like it was an eternity.

She usually didn't like it when they spoke and he had his visor on, so he checked his surroundings before exhaling. Even after all these years in this body, he never felt the need for others to see his scarred face. With a slight hiss and click, his face plate parts from his headgear. He knocks a few times and then waits. There isn't that long of a wait before the door's lock disengages. The metal slabs that make up the door splits from the middle and slides open.

On the other side, a familiar blonde haired woman stands proudly. Behind pair of glasses, are two bright blue eyes that stare back at him. She's wearing a black sweater with a pinstriped skirt, as well as some dark stockings. The further Genji's eyes travel down her body, he finds that she's also wearing very simple high heels that have a very polished finish to them. Over her black sweater is also a doctor's coat with a few odds and ends which include a black and blue pen and her ID card.

When he looks back up, he finds that her eyes haven't left his and that she's smiling happily at him, despite the somewhat awkward silence that followed after she opened the door. "Oh, Genji! Guten Abend. Wie geht es Ihnen?"

A dry laugh came out of Genji. Whenever she spoke German, he found it a little endearing. Her native language usually came off rough, but whenever it came out of her mouth, it sounded very soft and caring. "Mir geht's gut...Doctor Ziegler?"

During his recovery, Angela taught him the basics of her tongue. She did it to break the ice or to simply talk about something that wasn't involved with his body or work with his time spent as a Blackwatch agent. He had no idea that the simple lessons had stuck with him until he thought about her. Even though he was never taught all that much, he remembered almost all of it. Luckily, however, after the initial greet was over, she nodded and spoke in English (a language they were both fluent in).

"Please, call me Angela." She said. "We're beyond those kind of formalities now."

His mind spurred. Calling Mercy other than her title or "Hero name" was kinda strange. No matter her comment, he continued - mostly by habit.

"My body hasn't been feeling quiet up to speed lately. I'm feeling sluggish." Genji explains calmly. "Do I need maintenance?"

Angela blinked. Her eyes washing over his silver body. "I see." She seemed a little disappointed that he only came her to see her about his body. . .Again.

Despite their close relationship, they always kept it professional or at least keep it that way. They had a very brief fling over one Summer, but it didn't mount to anything special. She fought those memories as she invited him inside her tidy and organized office. Genji stepped in, as quietly as possibly. His body was built for sneaking - even when he didn't mean to, his steps made little to no noise.

"Take a seat anywhere you please," Angela said as she circled to her desk. She found a pad and clicked a pen. Her eyes went back to Genji as he sat. "Tell me your symptoms."

Genji flexed his arms, telling her about the (imaginary?) delays between his movements, especially after moving quickly or scaling a wall. It felt like his body didn't so much resist his movements, as so much it struggled to follow his brain's commands. He flexed his fingers and then balled them into fists - making a squeezing gesture almost as he explained his recent experiences with his body. She listened intently, writing down her notes carefully. Every so often she'd ask him to stop so she could ask a few questions. How were his lights? If his armor had sustained any damage? Did he receive any kind of prolonged electrical attacks or comprises?

When all her questions proved to be worthless, she sighed and walked over to where he was seated. "Well, it might something physical." Angela proceeded to ask him to take off the rest of his head gear.

Genji craned his neck and reached around, taking off the sides and back pieces and placed them aside. His dark hair came into view, his patched facial hair and scarred tissue. All in all however, he had made a miraculous recovery - and looked much better than the last time she had seen him without his mask. Angela sucked in her lips to hide the smile that was forcing itself over her mouth. "You look quiet well, Genji."

His brown eyes met hers for a moment. He smiled at her. "Ha...Thank you, Dr. Zie-"

"Angela." She said, tilting her head slightly at him. "Call me Angela."

"Angela..." Genji muttered as she extended her hands out. She took his chin and pointed his face in different directions while she leaned in, examining him carefully. The touch of her soft finger pads made Genji's mind rush with thoughts. Angela always had a soft touch. He usually felt her point of contact through the sensors around his armor, but feeling her fingers against his cheeks and chin where his real nerves still resigned felt nothing short of being extraordinary. She leaned in, humming to herself as she explored for any signs of damage. She smelled wonderful. He blinked and cleared his throat before he swallowed.

"I don't see anything wrong with you," she said with a soft voice. "Take off more of your armor."

The remaining pieces of his armor was a little more tedious, but he did it in just a few moments nonetheless. Soon, his left arm was exposed, as well as his left hand. Her hands basically pounced on his arms. Her nimble fingers dragged along his biceps. He used have tubes running through this arm, but after a few more surgeries and advancements in technologies, he needed less and less of the loose additions to his body. He had healed exceptionally here too! A hard blush started to wash over Mercy's cheeks at this point, but she was genuinely curious how far his healing had come. She squeezed his muscles, feeling his arms all the way to the elbow, wrists, and then palm. She swallowed and looked up as her fingers intertwined with his. "Can you feel all of this?"

If Genji's body allowed it, she would have seen a slight discolor of red on his face too. It didn't however, so he looked as normal as ever. "I can feel it," he says, somewhat flatly.

Her eyes darted down to his crotch area briefly. She knew that was the only other part of his body that could be exposed-- STOP IT, ANGELA! Overwatch does not condone that type of behavior! Nor should you! He needs your help.

"Uh, how...how's the rest of you?"

Genji's brows knitted. His handsomeness bleeds through even his scars. The gentle brown of his eyes, the sound of his voice as he spoke...What did he just say? Angela found herself uncharacteristically confused for a moment. "I'm sorry. Could you say that again?"

"Are you feeling alright, Dr. Ziegler? You look flushed." Genji asked.

No...

No she wasn't. She missed talking to this playboy. And after teasing herself with his good looks and muscles, she found that her body was missing him too. Overwatch kept them separated - it was for the best, even if they never really knew what they had been doing that summer, but she never really stopped thinking about him! She intended on finding out the issue, but she was self-consciously dragging him into a compromising situation. She fidgeted slightly, squeezing her legs together. She felt hot and bothered. Even though she was silent to his question, her pink complexion spoke for her. Genji has seen this look of frustration on women before; it was just rare to see Angela with that same frustration too.