Mercys armor above. Lol.

Mercy POV

We all gathered the plan definetly unfolding. I sighed as we wrapped up, I grabbed my gun, set it in my holster and held my staff tightly. My palms were sweating and I was nervous. Everyone in the truck was. We were all silent. Our job was get as far as we could, take out as many soldiers, and Mission: Nightfall hopefully gets the target. Hopefully... I took a deep sigh, my knuckles turning white from my tight grip. "Nervous?" Reinhardt asked. I nodded slowly. "Don't worry love!" Tracer said confidently. I smiled. "Aye." I said. The truck had slowed. "Get ready for a walk." I nodded. We couldn't drive any further or they would hear the engine, so we all had quietly headed out of foot, we all seemed to have a silent march. Bastion began to whistle to clear the angst. And soon, D.Va was stomping past while making a beat with her feet. And then, the whole troop had joined in and if you listened, it was almost like a lullaby. Quiet but bright.  But, Bastion stopped, and them we all did. We had neared the base, the sounds of trucks, machinery, and men shouting had stricken us all with grimace. "Luck to us all loves." Tracer whispered, she was the first to go out. And hopefully the first to come back. She had disappeared into the trees and suddenly there were gunshots. And then our queue to go, the alarm. We all bursted out of the trees like the sun peaking over the mountains, an instant barrage of bullets heading our way, Bastion had his metal body to deflect some shots. Zarya shielded us as we push on, as soon as I got the shield I stopped healing and pulled out my pistol, shooting rapidly at a sniper. Widow... I shouted to Bastion. "The sniper is to the right!" I yelled to the group, Tracer had started dashing up immediately. She had hers laughs dancing around her but then he used her grappling hook to get away, swinging in a window. "Damn it." She muttered. "Ah whateva' Well get er next time!" We all nodded and pushed on, I was slightly annoyed that Tracer let her go like that. Like, what the hell, but whatever, Like she said. Next time. As soon as the outside fleet was taken down we pushed forward, Tracer ran to it and I glided to her to pull the lever as she covered me. I hastily pulled the lever, wasting no time to return back to the group while Tracer took out the ones coming from the back. Bastion turned around and shot. The blood stained trail we left behind wouldn't leave my head as we cleared the massive garage. A vehicle tipped on its side began to spark. "ZARYA!" I screamed. She tried to bubble herself but the car blew up and sent her flying backwards. I glided to her side as everyone covered me, I helped her up and healed her minor cuts. Little bruises and a large gash with glass inside left. "Here, bite." I said, handing her a piece of cloth torn from her shirt. She bit and scrunched her eyes. I tried to focus and took the glass out. It dripped with blood and I immediately healed it with my staff. It left a scab that would need some time but for now it was the best we could do. Zarya jumped back to the front and bubbled the team again, we pushed on. But eventually their forces just kept coming, and we were soon outnumbered and forced to turn back. Then, the purple girl from the last attack came. A purple spark barely visible went to Bastion and he collapsed in his spot, turning into a small metal cube. "Thanks." She said, winking. "BASTION!" I screamed, a pain in my heart as Zarya grabbed me a quickly brought me to the team. I punched on her back and tried to worm free to save him but... I couldn't. And it was a long, quiet, and eerie walk to the truck. But, as we sat inside of the truck and drove off, the silence became annoying. "We should've turned around!" I complained. "Mercy, we couldn't." D.Va said sadly. "Then why not let me?!" Zarya sighed "Because your just th-" I cut her off angrily. "Just what!? The Medic?! Just flaunting around with just a staff, my pistol is sudden useless huh?!" We all sat in silence. I never snapped. 

"I'll show you what 'the medic' can do." I spat coldly.