It's an Overwatch-Avengers Crossover Event! [--Harem Route START--]

"Thanos!" boomed a Star-Lord cosplayer. "I got you now, Grimace!"

"What?" said the gauntleted cosplayer, who set down the merch he'd been eyeballing.

"You don't have any infinity stones," Star-Lord said. "That means I got the advantage!"

"Infinity stones?" the gauntleted cosplayer asked, confusion written all over his face. "What are you babbling about?"

"Can't fool me, Thanos! Gamora's not here, but she said to give you a message." Star-Lord reached into his knapsack- not a purse- and pulled out a scrap of paper. "Ahem. You are, and I quote, a totally shit father figure. And your chin looks like a nutsack."

"Why are you calling me Thanos?" the cosplayer asked.

Across the aisle, a Tracer cosplayer started giggling madly. Her name was Terri, and her smile was as wide as could be. She'd stumbled onto someone as excited about cosplaying as her!

"Wait. Hang on. Let me check something." Star-Lord reached into his knapsack again. "Big guy, gold gauntlet, totally evil... check, check check... wait. Did you get a tan? You're supposed to be purple."

The Doomfist cosplayer paused, stared at John- and then broke into laughter when he got the joke.

"Oh, shit!" he laughed. "Uh... I mean, are you here to fight me? Have you joined Overwatch?"

"Overwatch? That a band or something? Sounds like a bunch of a-holes."

Tracer stopped her giggling right on time to catch her cue."A-holes?!"

"Yes," said Doomfist. "That would be an accurate assessment."

Tracer giggled, hopped right up to Star-Lord and stuck her nose in his face. "Well, I guess that makes me an a-hole, then."

"Wait, what?" 'Star-Lord' could only blink and at the beautiful girl literally shoving her face in his. "Have we met?"

"The name's Tracer," Terri said with dramatic flair. She spun on her heel- which showed off her amazingly well-shaped legs- and struck a pose.

The Star-Lord cosplayer- John- could barely believe what was happening. He was talking- no, role-playing- with a Tracer that had practically leapt off his computer monitor. Was this really what happened at cons? Did hot chicks suddenly just decide to throw on asstastic tights and role-play in public?

Well, yes. Yes, that was exactly what Con was for.