Deceptive eyes (Moira x Reader) ON HOLD

Chapter 1

Y/n was walking back from doing some necessary grocery shopping. Just before the new law you were lucky enough to be sent away to a mission far away from any of the active overwatch bases. Of course they had nothing to complain about, but the small safehouse wasn't in the best states when they arrived. The fridge didn't hold much space and they needed to get new supplies every week. In the first few weeks after the Petras Act you couldn't do anything but anxiously wait, because this was an official registered overwatch hideout, but after some time no one came and Y/n decided that it was safe to act. They started to help the people that lived in this downtown area. Just small things like bandaging up some wounded people and giving food to small children. They made sure to not create too many big medical miracles to avoid unnecessary attention.

You'd managed to follow that rule apart from one incident. It was a helpless child and you wouldn't have been able to live with yourself if she had died that day.

The houses here weren't that great. Yes, there were alot of two-story houses, but they were badly kept. A lot of gangs were keeping this place unsave and drug addicts aren't uncommon. Maybe because the large amount of armed gangs caused more conflict than the authorities could control... Well, to say they had given up on this neighborhood would probably be a solid explanation as to why it was so normal to hear muffled cries of pain in unlit parts of the street.

Just when Y/n was about to turn a corner, the sound of gunshots erupted and pained screams could be heard. It continued for a few minutes before the silence returned. Only to be interrupted again by the muffled voice of what you assume is a gang member. "Find her," You heard him say "Make sure she pays for what she did." You were still having an inner discussion about rounding the corner when said gang members appeared.

They didn't do much more than sparing you a glare while hosting their wounded friend. You knew that if it wasn't absolutely necessary for the two of them to support the third one, they would've robbed you without hesitation. The pained moaning became less audible after the three disappeared into an ally. You would be able to protect yourself, your basic training had seen to that, but you'd rather avoid conflict all together.

You decided it was safe enough to finally walk into the street and were met with a worrying sight. Five corpses. Three belonging to the gang members and two with the trademark outfit of Talon soldiers. Seeing dead people spread across the street was, again, not uncommon, but Talon soldiers in this area most certainly were.

The soldiers were the only ones that seemed to have physical wounds. Mostly gun wounds, but one had a broken nose and the other a nasty black eye. The gang members were just... Weird? You didn't know how to describe it. There were no wounds. At least not created by the guns the Talon soldiers had carried. They seemed pale as if a vampire had sucked them dry. But they didn't have any wounds on their neck, so Y/n concluded that there were no vampires.

Throughout the walk home you passed multiple gang members and couldn't help but feel tense. Why would there be Talon soldiers in this area? It is the literal definition of a hellhole in the middle of nowhere. Could one of the local gangs have stolen something important? You would probably have heard rumors if that was the case- Your stream of thoughts got interrupted by crashing sounds coming from a nearby ally. It almost sounded like someone was throwing themselves onto the trash cans.

Your curiosity got the best of you in the end, and you couldn't help but be optimistic. Maybe it was just a really fat cat that hurt its leg? Your mentor would have scolded you if you left an innocent person hurt knowing you could've helped them. With this in mind, you

huffed and put down your grocery bag, freeing your hands. If someone would jump you at this moment you'd at least be able to throw some hands before dashing back to your safe house that was just around the corner.

Greeted by dripping walls and barely any light, you managed to maneuver yourself, slowly descending into the ally.

"Hello? If you are a cat please show yourself?" Y/n's voice echoed through the seemingly abandoned place.

"And if you're a wounded person please don't die, until I find you at least," you continued, trying to find the recognizable shape of a body.

After another few steps you started to smell the unmistakable stench of blood. Of course you'd recognize it. You and your mentor had patched up enough soldiers that had been bleeding to death, well to at least get used to it.

Boosted by your newfound clue, you started pacing faster until you finally found the shape of a body. A woman. Heavily breathing and half closed eyes meet yours. You need a better light source to be able to see what is going on.

But hey, at least no one had attacked you. Right? This could've gone a lot worse.

Dragging the woman out of the ally was not an easy job. The walk on your own had taken up a couple minutes and stumbling around in the dark with someone who is barely conscious and at least two heads taller than you didn't make things easier. All these pesky trash cans were keeping you from getting to your objective.

Even when you eventually did reach the safety of the street lights, you had decided it would be better to get back to the safe house. It was the place where all Y/n's medical supplies were after all.

So that day Y/n hosted a tall stranger through their doorway. The groceries are long forgotten and laying on a sidewalk.