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Mercy let out a frustrated sigh as she took a seat on the ship, her eyes holding some pent-up disappointment. She set her staff down as a familiar sniper appeared beside her, Ashe greeted her as she removed her hat.
“Greetings Angela, how you holdin’ up?” Her tone seemed carefree, like she didn’t bother with the mission. Mercy could only shake her head as she turned her gaze downwards to the floor, “terrible.” She answered, her Swedish accent slipping in as she fiddled with her hair.
The mission had gone haywire, Angela was healing her comrade, Reinhardt, as Kiriko was keeping Hanzo alive. Mercy was tunnel-visioned on Ashe as a means of keeping the Deadlock rebel alive, the enemies wouldn’t stop targeting her and Mercy was freaking out.
Still they did their jobs and left barely alive, everyone had suffered some injuries but nothing too bad. Mercy couldn’t even bear to look at Ashe until she got back to her apartment.
Mercy unlocked her apartment and tossed her keys into the bowl that resided by her door, she set her stuff down in her bedroom and sat down on her neatly made bed.
Every emotion overwhelmed her body as hot tears started to roll down her face. Mercy didn’t even realize she was making her way to the kitchen until she was standing in front of her fridge, hell she didn’t even realize her phone was going off.
Mercy couldn’t decide what to eat and just sat down on the floor, she was curled up into a fetus position, her breathing was labored, shaky even. Mercy knew what this was, the start of a breakdown.
Her thoughts were spinning as she tried to ground herself, so far it wasn’t working. The Swedish medic didn’t even register that she was crying hard now, her hands shaking as she texted someone and slid her phone across the room. Mercy knew she didn’t owe anyone her heart but she couldn’t grasp why people liked her, afterall, she was a shitty person.
The blonde didn’t want to move at all, she felt like her body was stuck to the ground, her voice shaky as she tried to reassure herself, “Get it together, Angela, know and do better..”.
Her tone laced with anguish as more tears rolled down her face, “I swear, I’m really trying. I promise! I’m doing my best!” She felt like she was screaming at the heavens, Angela wanted-no, needed an answer.
Her cries were falling on deaf ears as the medic grabbed her hair tightly. Angela’s thoughts were getting louder as she smacked herself on the head, she needed them to shush.
Mercy didn’t hear it, nor could she see the snow-haired rebel on her knees in the kitchen. Ashe’s ruby eyes were filled beyond with panic and worry, the American’s hands were soft as if her hands were clouds.
Ashe grabbed Angela’s hands gently as she held them, gently stroking them so that the medic would look up. “I’m not a real person..just everything you can’t make up..I swear, I’m really trying! I’m trying so hard!”. The Swedish woman’s words sounded slurred, as if she had drank too much.
Ashe held Mercy close to her, the warmth seeming to help Angela in some way. The Deadlock rebel’s words being gentle and soft, as if her words were made out of honey. “Darlin’..you okay?” The rebel knew she asked a stupid question, look at the state her girlfriend was in!
Still, it got Angela to muster out a measly response. “Good job angel, just focus on my voice. You’re doin’ amazing angel..” Mercy could barely register the words at all before she started rambling again, “How did I cause so much harm, Elizabeth? I just need to..pound..my head against the kitchen floor..”
Ashe simply shook her head softly, she didn’t want Mercy to hurt herself. She took a quick breath until Mercy interrupted her. “I’m sorry..I’m sorry for entering your life! I’m sorry for my own life! I k-know you got scars of your own..” Angela’s voice was so delicate, it sounded like it would shatter as if it was made out of glass. “My dove, there ain’t no need to be apologizin’. You haven’t done anythin’ terrible at all.”
Elizabeth wasn’t the best at comforting nor reassuring but hell be damned if she didn’t even try. Mercy was getting worse but Ashe stayed by her side through it, even if Mercy tried to push her away. The rebel kept reassuring the angelic medic, even if she just sat there in silence.
“I swear..I’m trying, Elizabeth! I k-know I’m still in the process..” Mercy’s blue eyes focusing on her shaking hands. “But you’re still makin’ progress. There ain’t no need for you to be feelin’ guilty, my dove. You’re doin’ your very best.”
Ashe flashed a genuine smile which made Angela start crying more, the medic wanted to push Ashe away but she always stayed. No matter the cost, Ashe stayed. “I’m not a good person, though..I’m barely a person..” Mercy said as if it was a final rebuttal for some mockery trial, her last defending words on why she was terrible.
Still, Ashe denied it. She did so many times that Mercy just gave up and sobbed hardcore in the rebel’s arms. “I love you lots, my dove. Don’t forget that, mkay?” Mercy could only nod as she ended up crying herself to sleep. Elizabeth only shook her head and carried the sleeping angel to her bed, she placed the blonde down gently and covered her with a blanket and kissed her goodnight.
Elizabeth headed towards the closet and grabbed a spare pillow and blanket and threw them on the couch, she hung her hat up and removed her boots. Her tannish hands cleaned up the apartment, putting stuff where it belonged. Finally, the rebel retreated to her makeshift bed and fell asleep.