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Watchpoint: Gibraltar, 5:04 am.
It has been an exhausting week for Angela Ziegler. Paperwork, Appointments, Sleep, Repeat. That's all her week has been.
She had woken up in her shared room with Mei, seeing the shorter women still sleeping, all warm and cozy. Angela stretched slightly before she got up, heading to take a shower. She slept horrible last night. She spent hours finishing her paperwork, getting everyone in overwatch’s medical records in order.
Genji needing monthly check ups to make sure his cyborg anatomy isn't cutting into his flesh
Mei with her low iron and PTSD
Reinhardt with his phantom pains and PTSD
Sojourn with her cybernetics as well as the new recruit, Mizuki
and anyone who ends up feeling ill.
It was draining but Angela is the only doctor they have! Other than Baptiste, who used to be a combat medic. Hence the 12-14 hour work days. Her most amount of sleep this week was an hour.
After the shower, Angela dried off quickly, getting dressed in a random clean shirt, some jeans and her comfortable tennis shoes and her valkyrie suit under her clothes, in case they get attacked. Walking into the room, Angela grabbed her badge to the medical wing and headed to the shared kitchen to grab a protein bar and make her pot of coffee. The doctor ate her protein bar, struggling to stay up. Her coffee was finished. Angela slowly walked over to her office in the medical wing, sipping her coffee. She sat down, rubbing her eyes, yawning softly until she saw a dark blue-purpleish line in the middle of the room.
Angela stood up, looking at the line, approaching it cautiously, but also curious about it with her Caduceus Blaster and Staff in her hands. It is always her go to, especially after the first falling out of Overwatch. She puts her staff on back and goes to touch the line before she ends up getting sucked into it. Going to the worm hole, Angela ended up losing consciousness.
When she exited the worm hole, she landed into a pile of trash in an alleyway, unconscious and vulnerable.
On the other side of Red Grave City, another life was shaken up.
Vergil Sparda, The eldest twin son of The Legendary Dark Knight, Sparda was napping. Living at Devil May Cry with his younger brother, Dante. Vergil was making pretty good money as a Devil Hunter. It was nice to have his brother back, despite how much they fight or disagree, especially over how Dante runs the place. It usually turned into a pigsty. Dante leaves his pizza boxes around, not cleaning up. It usually takes Vergil at least a day to clean up.. He really needs to start yelling at Dante for not picking up after himself which Dante still won’t listen to.
He was finally able to have some peace and quiet until a loud bang hit the wooden door. Vergil woke up, grumbling softly “ Foolishness, Dante-
Locked yourself out of our own sho- “ and froze when he saw a basket with a baby boy with pure white hair, the same as the twins. The Devil Hunter, confused and in shock, looks at the note.
‘ I followed you from Fortuna, This is your son.. Nero. ‘
Vergil froze. What? He has a son now?? Since when..?
Vergil’s face dropped as he remembered that one night stand in Fortuna. Oh shit. Then a loud scream engulfed the space. The baby started screeching and flailing as Vergil panicked, getting the small human into the shop.
“ shit, shit, shit- “ Vergil stammered. He was panicking, which he never does. He doesn’t know how to take care of a baby! He could barely take care of Dante! What was he gonna do now….