They talk and then head out to search for Winston.

“…And then I told the boy that the world could always use more heroes.” Tracer finished her story about how she and Winston had chased Widowmaker and Reaper into an Overwatch museum. “Nice.” Mercy said and placed a glass of water and a pill on the table in front of Tracer. “Athena mentioned a headache, this is my prescription.”

“You are the best Mercy.” Tracer said and gulped down the medicine as she looked around. The room she was currently in contained the table she was currently sitting on, as well as an enormous bed with a small nightstand with two drawers next to it. There were two closets, one for Mercy’s clothes and the other, smaller one, for her armour. Furthermore there were 2 doors, besides the one leading to the outside, which Tracer suspected would lead to a kitchen and the bathroom of the house.

Mercy must have gotten over a major cold lately as the nearby trashcan was filled with crumpled up handkerchiefs.

“So, you are in search of Winston?” Mercy said and sat down on a stool, her wings made it impossible to sit in a chair.

“Yeah, I have a problem with my chronal accelerator and I need him to fix it.” Mercy raised an eyebrow, “That sounds rather serious.” “It isn’t but better safe than sorry right?”

Tracer hated to lie about it, but the truth was just so embarrassing. ‘That Reaper.’ She thought to herself ‘Couldn’t he have thought about something that is actually evil instead of perverted?’

Thank god that she didn’t knew that an omnipotent entity had rewritten history for its own entertainment. But enough about you, let’s get back to the matter at hand.

“That is indeed a wise saying.” Mercy said and got up again. “Let’s get going then, I am currently on vacation and don’t want to wear this outfit longer than required.”

Thanks to the data Athena had provided and Mercy’s ability to fly and scout ahead the search was a quick one. So the real question is.