Deceptive eyes (Moira x Reader) ON HOLD

Chapter 2

Flicking on the light was definitely the best decision here. Sure you could've taken a look using the light of the one lantern that still worked in your street, but the risk of getting attacked by a gang member was high and with the amount of blood dripping onto the ground you were almost one hundred percent positive that the tall woman suffered from either a gun or a stab wound. Risking it too an infection was to simply put it not an option.

So when Y/n managed to put the heavy weight on their couch and weeze out, they finally managed to get a good look at the wounded woman. There was some strange device on her back and two purple tubes. Maybe she was into cosplay? You quickly glanced over her features and stopped at her leg. A large cut ran from the middle of her inner thigh towards the lower part of her leg.

Something in the back of your mind tingled when you took a look at her face again. Almost as if it was important.

Paying it no mind you grabbed some scissors and cut away the fabric to get a better look, silently praying that the clothing item wasn't something she was too fond of. It was not as bad as the blood made you think it was. It wasn't life threatening deep nor cutting into anything important. Stitching could be done, but wasn't necessarily needed. So the only thing you needed to do was grab some alcohol (thank god you didn't drink it) and some bandages to patch her up.

Y/n left the unconscious red haired women on their couch as they made their way to the kitchen. You opened some cabinets, before finding the right and reached for the bottle of alcohol. When you were reading the label on the bottle you couldn't help but let your mind drift back towards the woman on your couch. For some reason you feel like you have seen her before somewhere.

That's when you finally recalled where you'd seen her before:

You were an intern, fresh out of college and had been nothing but thrilled to work with the legendary Mercy, even if your job was just to keep order of her papers, you didn't mind. Bit by bit, and only because Dr Ziegler found your extreme curiosity endearing, she had started teaching you. And after five years you had become a proper field medic. In those years you had only seen this woman once. It was an encounter created by sheer luck.

Y/n had forgotten some papers and rushed back to the labs to grab them. They hastily opened the door and had failed to notice the muffled angry voices. So when you entered the lab you were faced with a furious Dr Ziegler and what you assume to be another scientist.

"-imagine if we were to continue, the results could be-" the sound of the door slamming close interrupted the tall scientist before she could continue. Both of their heads whipped into your direction and you couldn't help but shrivel at the look of distaste on Dr Ziegler's face. You had just noticed her knuckles were red, almost purple, because she had been clenching her hands on the side of the table as if she wanted to strangle someone. Y/n had never seen Dr Ziegler this angry. Yes, there had been instances with Commander Morrison, but that could only be described as plain annoyance and the reasons are usually something along the lines of a project that couldn't get funded.

"I could return later?" You had already turned around to leave, but a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

"Don't worry Y/n. I was about to leave," the tall scientist had brushed past you and continued mumbeling, somewhat as if these words were meant to herself rather than too you "This conversation proved to be a waste of time, just as I thought." She had a rather satisfying accent was all you could think.

She was gone before you could do more than get a quick glance at her face or register the meaning of her words.

"...What's going on with her eyes? They look so... strange. Are they even real?"

"They are either the result of heterochromia, or her own experimenting." That scientist- no - there was absolutely no way she would do something as risky as performing experiments on her own body. Let alone Overwatch letting her do so. But the unnatural way her red eye had looked. You should definitely dig into some genetics to see if it was possible to be born with that colour. Of course it was none of your business but like you thought before - You had never seen Mercy angry.

She must have read your questioning look, because she let go of the desk and spoke with a somewhat bitter voice.

"Moira and I have never been on...the greatest terms," Angela's gaze drifted towards some papers on a desk nearby while clearing her throat, before recollecting herself and resuming "Please do not think too much of it, Y/n."

"... Are your hands okay?" Changing the subject was definitely something that could make the tension in Angela's shoulders go away, right?

"Yes the edges of these tables aren't made of knives you know? Or do you believe in witches as well?" There she was again. The cheerful Angela you'd known for so long. Her hands did indeed return to their normal colour and when she showed you her hands, there wasn't anything unusual.

"I see you are studying the basics of nanobiology." She said, eyeing the papers.

"Oh yes, I hoped to get a better understanding of nanobiology and the basics of-"

Nothing eventful had happened after that. The two of you had talked for a bit and Angela had handed you the papers. You had left, returning to the safety of your home and calling it a night.

But this memory did make you realize that the person on your couch was Moira.