Naked Heroes

Episode 1: Naked Angel

Written by Ewong

Overwatch was an elite squad, whose unmatched skills brought peace and security to the world. Any threat to destabilize peace was swiftly handled by Overwatch. However, when plagued by rumors and accused as criminals and terrorists, they were quickly disbanded. Its members found new purposes around the world, but it has become evident that the world needs Overwatch again. Winston, an ape with human intelligence, and original leader of Overwatch, has sent a mass communication in the old Overwatch emergency frequency, urging any members, old or new, to join. So far, the only person to answer the call is Tracer, one of Winston's oldest friends. Seemingly teleporting from place to place effortlessly during battle. The two of them now search for any others with the hope they too will answer the call.

Inside Overwatch base, Tracer and Winston wearily watch a bank of monitors, all showing footage from surveillance cameras. Each monitor shows a different person. D.va, McCree, Symmetra, Zarya, Zenyatta, Torbjorn, Genji, Hanzo, Widowmaker, etc. Sombra was always hard to track with technology, but some seemed to have dropped off the map.

“So, anyone respond yet, Big Guy?” Tracer asked.

It had been weeks since Winston sent out the mass communication on the Overwatch emergency frequency. So far, only him and Tracer were occupying the cavernous base. They knew it would take time for some to respond, but they were beginning to lose hope. Many of their friends moved on. Most became mercenaries for hire. Had they decided not to re-join?

“Tracer, we must be patient. They may be on missions, taking vacations, or perhaps ran into trouble. If anyone needs our help, we'll go. Otherwise, we stay here.” The large gorilla replied.

“Oh, it’s just so…boring here.”

“If you wanna go for a quick run around, you can.”

“I did already! Five times!”

“Well, you can always watch the monitors.”

Tracer sighed and cycled through the different camera feeds for each of the old Overwatch members they’ve been able to find. However, when a still image appeared, she noticed it was a placeholder screen. It depicted an angelic woman holding a staff aloft as she appeared to be floating in midair. On the screen it said: Dr. Angela Ziegler, Codename: Mercy. Current location: Unknown. Status: Unknown.

“I wish Mercy were back. She was such fun. Wonder why she’s been keeping a low profile.” Tracer sat back, restless.

“She’s a grown woman. She can do whatever she likes. Even if she takes jobs with less than savory characters sometimes. I know her heart's in the right place.” Winston commented.

“She always knew how to brighten our spirits.” Tracer mused.

“Hmm. She had the best laugh, brightest smile. And so beautiful.” Winston added.

“Oi! Am I that bad looking?” Tracer asked, indignantly.

“Well, she has grace and is much more soft spoken than you, dear friend.” Winston smiled.

“You're right about that! Well, maybe we can see if social media has any updates about her, eh? Perhaps she saved an orphanage or something?” Tracer asked.

“Social media? You think we can find our Angel in that rats nest?” Winston replied.

Tracer could only smile and shrug.

Meanwhile in Oasis, the marketplace was buzzing with its usual activity when a large armored truck lumbered down the road towards a large stone building. There were several armed guards in military grade armor standing outside. As soon as the truck stopped, their commander approached the vehicle and waited for the rear hatch to open. 

"I was so afraid no one would come to our aid. Once I heard Sombra will be attacking our vault, I had to do something." The commander said.

The hatch lowered, revealing a woman. She wore a dark purple coat with pink trim, her face barely peeking up from behind her collar as she stepped forward.

“Ah, nice piece of engineering. Sorry it was so easy to commandeer.” She spoke with a Latina accent.

“What have you done with my men?!” the commander demanded 

“Oh, all dead. Sorry about that. Not like you'll be around long enough to remember it.” She said, stepping aside as a bright purple beam suddenly shot out from behind her.

A cloud of dust rose in the air as the blast destroyed part of the building and part of the truck. 

“Pathetic.” She said under her breath.

The soldiers scrambled to try to find where she was. None of them wanted to accidentally shoot civilians through the dense cloud of dust. She was clearly toying with them, and it was working. The platoon of soldiers walked through the dust until they found their fallen Commander. They raised their weapons, ready to defend against another attack.

Through the dense dust cloud, a beam of light began to permeate until a form broke free, bringing with it the full bright light, allowing it to make the form glow like a spirit. This being then floated to the ground effortlessly until her feet landed with feather-like weight. She was tall, blond hair in a ponytail, a white and black bodysuit covered her from her neck to her feet. Her torso was covered in white armor from her chest to her waist, and an armored skirt covered her to her knees. The most impressive piece of equipment she wore, however, was her large robotic wings that allowed her to fly. Now, they were in their collapsed state, jutting out only a foot from behind her, but still very obvious. Above her head, she wore a golden halo that hovered, showing her angelic persona. She held her staff in one hand, tapping it on the ground to command attention. Her posture and demeanor was stoic and graceful. Her face was beautiful and betrayed her otherwise cold manner.

“Eugh…” the Commander tried to talk, but was in too much pain to do so.

“Hang on, Sir!” Mercy ran to the commander, knelt down and quickly used her staff to revive him. 

As he stood up, he noticed his soldiers standing in attack position, ready to fire at Mercy. 

“Stand down, men!” the commander ordered. 

The soldiers lowered their guns, and the commander reached out his hand to shake Mercy's.

“When I sent out that message, I wasn’t expecting anyone to attack so quickly. Nor did I expect to have you be the one to answer. I’m glad you did, on behalf of me AND my men. Thank you.” The commander said.

“Don’t thank her yet!” a Latina voice shouted from behind them.

Mercy looked up to see the source of the voice. She recognized the accent, and the purple coat confirmed her suspicion. She was a Talon agent named Sombra, a technomancer capable of manipulating nearly any piece of digital equipment to do her bidding.

“Sombra. I should've known.” Mercy asked the hacker.

“You did know. I intercepted his message to you and moved up my plan of attack to today. I hadn’t expected anyone, let alone the famous healer Mercy, to answer it.” Sombra explained.

“You can leave now. All you did was injure the Commander. If you abandon whatever mission you’re on, we will let you go. However, we will use force if you choose to ignore my warning.” Mercy stated.

“I don’t think so. You clearly are outmatched without your old teammates.” Sombra teased. 

“You didn’t do this alone. There was nothing around here that you could hack! Which means…” The blonde raised an eyebrow and turned.

“How astute, Doctor Ziegler.” A voice came from Mercy's right. Ominous, yet familiar.

“Moira. Still seeking a means to an end?” Mercy asked, shifting her gaze to see the woman now standing at Sombra's side.

The mad scientist had enhanced her body with biotic implants that encompassed both of her arms, and gave her superhuman abilities. Besides her arms being massive, the rest of her body was still that of a lithe scientist with a short cropped haircut. Her white lab coat and glasses completed her look.

“If it can aid humankind's evolution, who am I, or you for that matter, to stand in the way of progress?” Moira said, raising her hand as it began to glow purple.

The blonde doctor leapt out of the way as a purple tendril shot out from Moira's arm. Her Biotic Pull nearly missing her target. Moira then combined her yellow and purple beams as an ultimate attack, before firing at everyone. 

"Géill do mo thoil!" Moira yelled as the beam left her hand.

“EVERYBODY, WATCH OUT!” the lone healer managed to cry out just as she dodged the attack, but the beam hit a nearby building, causing it to collapse. 

“Oh, no!” Mercy said, as she instinctively used her wings to fly towards the damaged building, always the brave hero.

“Hmm, abandoning her post, which means…” Sombra began.

“We get to walk in and take what we want.” Moira concluded.

Seconds later, the Commander peeked from behind the truck where he hid from Moira's attack, and saw Sombra with Moira. They were engaging his platoon of soldiers in combat. He looked to where Mercy was headed, and decided to stay hidden behind the truck until she returned.

As the building began to collapse, a huge dust cloud emanated from the crumbling structure, and the good doctor looked around for anyone in need of care or a way to safety. It seemed the building was mostly empty, and only adults who were able to get themselves out were running about. However, her attention was piqued when she heard a child cry out. Flying as fast as she could, she found the source: a trapped girl.

The girl’s foot was pinned under a cinder block wall, and was unable to remove it or dislodge herself. The doctor flew in, clearing the dust out of the way, and revealing her majestic beauty to the child, who thought she was seeing a real angel. She cried as she thought she was dead, but the blonde healer-turned-mercenary held out her hand, and the girl took it, feeling the texture and weight.

“I'll help you, just a moment.” Mercy said, clearing the rubble off the girl's foot.

The girl nodded and relaxed as the woman pointed her staff at her. Mercy saw that it was a mild sprain, something she could easily mend. 

“This may sting a little, ok? But you’ll be fine.” Mercy warned.

The blonde doctor once again pointed her staff at the child's ankle, a beam of yellow light emanating from it, and going directly to the ankle, healing the girl. The child winced a moment, but then moved her foot and smiled as all the pain was gone.

“Can you stand up for me?” Mercy asked.

The girl hopped onto her feet and jumped up and down, excited to be ok.

“You saved me!” she cheered.

“Not quite yet. I need to get you out of here. Can you hug me?” the healers knelt down before her, feeling the floor rattling as the building slowly lost its structure.

The little girl smiled and wrapped her arms around the woman's neck. Mercy used her arms to hold her close before she began to fly out of the collapsing building. They barely got out when a wall fell directly where that had been standing mere moments ago. The girl cried out in fear.

“Its ok. You're safe now. Where are your parents?” she asked.

The girl looked around beneath them. They were hovering not too far off the ground so she could see the faces of people gathering around.

“Over there!” the child pointed.

Mercy smiled as she landed nearby, lowering the girl to the ground.

“Thank you! What is your name?” the girl asked.

“Oh, I'm…” Mercy began, but was interrupted by a large explosion near the Commander’s men she was supposed to be helping.

“I'm sorry, I have to go.” Mercy said as she quickly flew towards the explosion.

“Bye angel lady!” the girl waved.

Mercy flew as fast as she could, but saw Sombra and Moira finishing off the last of the Commander's men. As he fell to the ground, Mercy felt guilty for leaving the men behind.

“Oh no, I'm too late!” Mercy thought as she saw the duo about to head inside and take the precious piece of technology. 

She took a deep breath to reinforce her resolve and landed in front of them, blocking their path inside. All around lay the Commander's men, limp.

“You can’t attack these men and not expect to be apprehended!” Mercy spat at them.

“You've seen what I can do. Perhaps you should give up while you still have your lives.” Moira returned.

“I'm afraid I cant let you go in there.” Mercy said.

“Look around. You've lost. Now step aside.” Moira replied.

“We'll stop you.”

“Yeah? You and what army?” Moira asked, gesturing at the fallen soldiers.

Mercy quickly summoned the energy to use her ultimate healing move.

“Heroes never die!” the blonde proclaimed, lifting her hand in the air as a yellow glow expanded around her to the fallen men.

Suddenly, the defeated men stood upright, fully healthy yet not quite sure what happened, but trained their guns on Sombra and Moira.

“Enough! Let me tell you how this will go. You and your men will stand down, Moira and I will go about our business, and you let us keep whatever is in that vault.” Sombra explained, walking up to Mercy, and touching the tip of her staff.

“We can’t let you take that technology. It’s too dangerous!” Mercy pleaded.

“You trust so much in your little toys, but perhaps a little too much. What would you do if they suddenly…disappeared?” Sombra said, slyly.

“Do your worst!” Mercy challenged.

“Well, you asked for it. ¡Apagando las luces!” the Latina hacker shouted.

Mercy tried to fire a shot at her using her Caduceus Blaster, but it did nothing. She shook the gun and tried again, but then it began to disintegrate. She felt it get lighter, and noticed tiny cracks around it before bits of it began to fall off. As it slowly fell apart in her hand, she quickly looked at her Caduceus Staff, and noticed the end of it begin to fall apart as well. First, cracks formed from the front of the staff, and as the cracks began to reach her handle, the front began to crumble away. Within seconds, both her weapon and her means to heal others became little more than bits of scrap. Mercy dropped her hands and snarled at the duo. Before she made a move, she noticed that the vehicle the Commander was hiding behind was also disintegrating, as were his weapons. Mercy looked around and saw all the weapons in the area become scrap like her own. The men were soon exposed and vulnerable as ever. Mercy was still going to try to defend them, but then came the final blow. Sombra began to giggle as Mercy felt something off about her uniform.

“Oh, I didn’t know your armor was part of the same network connected to all these weapons. I suppose it makes sense now, but I hope you’re wearing something underneath.” The tech wizard scoffed.

Mercy gasped as she felt her halo loosen, and reached up to grab it, but was too late. It fell from her head, and smashed against the ground, shattering to pieces. Next, she felt her breast plate loosen, so she grabbed it just as the front and back of her armor separated. All clips, clasps, and bindings began to fall apart, causing small pieces to pop off or drop off entirely as she stood there, trying to maintain her stoic demeanor. Mercy saw her broken halo on the ground, and felt her resolve crumble like her armor, and her shoulders fell. Her arms slackened as she began to feel defeated.  Her breastplate fell away from her chest, showing how large and round her breasts were underneath. Her boots fell apart, leaving her legs and feet encased in the thin layer of her bodysuit. Her gauntlets fell off, unrestricted by her posture. Her armored skirt detached and fell at her feet, crumpling and snapping into pieces on impact. Last, her wings fell off her back, now making her merely human. They fell to the ground and fractured into several pieces. Everything that protected her, and made her who she was, now was a pile of broken pieces on the ground.

“Aw, are you feeling vulnerable now that your armor is disappearing?” Moira taunted.

Mercy knew she would be fine. Her orange bodysuit covered her from her neck to her feet. She was disheartened to see her wings clipped, but was thankful her body was still covered. However, without her armor or footwear, she couldn’t help but feel exposed, since her thick armor concealed the natural curves of her body. Now, with the bodysuit and underwear the only things between her skin and the outside air, she was keenly aware just how form fitting the bodysuit was, and it made her blush. She stood limply, arms at her sides, defeated.

“Oh, a bodysuit? How nice. Maybe we should play with you a bit before we make you live up to your name, and…beg for mercy.” Sombra quipped.

Moira lifted her hand as it glowed purple. Mercy saw this, and knew that in her vulnerable state that she was ill-equipped to defend against any attacks, nor could she attack the duo without any weapons. She was slow to react, but was able to dodge Moira's Biotic Pull, but just barely. Mercy felt something touch her arm, and saw Moira's beam retract from it. Moira smiled, and repeatedly toyed with Mercy, using her Biotic Pull to make her “dance". The blonde healer hopped, dodged, and rolled out of the way of the beams as best she could. The Commander and his men could only watch as their supposed hero was now nothing more than a scared girl being bullied. They slowly retreated out of sight, defeated. Leaving Mercy alone at the hands of the mad scientist.

Sombra had since walked into the building to retrieve the tech, and moments later emerged, holding a black box, which looked innocuous, but seemed important.

 “Moira, we have what we want, so let’s get going.” She said.

Mercy saw Moira turn her head to look at Sombra. With the thief's attention off her, she took the short distraction to do the only logical thing she could, and ran. Sombra balked as she saw the former healer run down the street.

“Run, little mouse. We’ll see how far you can go.” Moira quipped as she and Sombra took off after her.

Moira used Biotic Pull, firing a purple beam at Mercy. Instead of latching on and removing health, Mercy was able to turn a corner just after it attached, the maneuver causing the connection to break. However, she didn’t notice that where the beam connected to the small of her back now had a hole the size of her face.

“She didn’t even slow down! You sure you made contact?” Sombra spat at Moira.

“Patience. After you disintegrated their weapons and her armor, I adjusted my Biotic Pull to not take health from the person, but instead taking the structural integrity from her clothing.” Moira explained.

“So, the longer you are tethered…” Sombra began.

“The more naked she becomes.” Moira finished.

Meanwhile, Mercy ran down an alley to avoid them. She ducked behind a dumpster to catch her breath. When she heard footsteps, she took off running some more. Moira fired several shots of her Biotic Pull, each touching a different part of Mercy. One on her arm, one between her shoulders, then one just above her ass. Moira kept her beam there as long as possible, making the blonde doctor expose her curvy posterior as she ran. Sombra laughed as more of Mercy was revealed as they continued their pursuit. Mercy would try dodging and turning down every corner she could, but eventually she found that her body suit resembled swiss cheese more than actual clothing. 

As she ran, frayed threads began to loosen and dangle from the circular holes. More holes appeared as Moira successfully connected her Biotic Pull. Each hit taking a small piece away. Like taking a single hole punch to a piece of paper, Moira slowly removed material as more of Mercy's skin was revealed. Some pieces fell off when Moira destroyed a piece connected to it, stripping her faster. Thin swatches of fabric still covered her, but more threads dangled, and even more threads were threatening to pop or otherwise be destroyed by Moira. Mercy was disheartened by the fact her dodging and ducking did not even slow down the rate she was losing her bodysuit. She passed by dumpsters, crates, gates, and corners, some threads would get stuck, unraveling her bodysuit if they weren’t being destroyed by Moira. Soon, threads were being snagged by nails and other sharp or jagged items. Suddenly, Mercy felt the threads pull taut, and they began to rip off, sending many of the last few patches of fabric from her body. The alleyway soon became littered with pieces of her orange bodysuit, leaving Mercy exposed in her plain white cotton bra and panties.

As she continued to run, she couldn’t help but hear whispers of people wondering why an attractive blonde woman was running around Oasis in her underwear. She heard a few whispers of her name, but she tried to keep her face obscured so no one would know for sure it was her. What disheartened her the most was the ubiquitous use of phones and numerous cameras around the city. Mercy found herself in a long narrow alley, and knew she couldn’t run down it without losing the rest of her clothes. She stopped, turned around and tried to run back out, hoping to escape before they could block her in. Unfortunately, Sombra and Moira soon stood before her, side by side, blocking the only exit as well as obscuring her from any spectators who might be sneaking a peek.  The unarmed healer had nowhere to go except down the alley. She took one look at the duo and chose to try to run down the alley. She felt her modesty wasn’t as important as not dying or being captured. As Mercy bolted away from them, Sombra looked at Moira, wondering when she would act, but the redhead waved her off. Then, the redheaded doctor raised her hand and shot an orb at the underwear clad blonde. 

The orb seemed to home in on Mercy, until it passed right through her, but not without any impact. As the orb passed through the embarrassed healer, it shredded her bra strap, causing the garment to suddenly slacken and sling shot off her chest. The shoulder straps snapped as the orb continued to push it away from her body. In an instant, Mercy was rendered topless, running down a narrow alleyway towards an unseen end. Her large, round, bare breasts bounced unrestrained. She crossed her arms over her exposed nipples, inadvertently pressing her bountiful breasts upward, and turned around. Sombra and Moira slowly advanced on the exposed angel, smiling as they felt they had won.

“What do you want from me?” Mercy asked.

“Oh, we just wanted to have some fun destroying your public image.” Moira replied.

“Once everyone sees how pathetic you look, cowering unclothed before us, no one will ever take you seriously. Say goodbye to any future jobs. I don’t think your friends at Overwatch would even let you work with them ever again, from fear of your reputation tarnishing their good names!” Sombra explained.

As the duo spoke to the topless Mercy, they didn’t notice the Orb had continued its journey to the end of the alley, and as it struck the brick wall at the end, it rebounded and reversed direction, now heading back the way it came. Not relenting until it lost momentum or Moira cancelled it.

“You certainly don’t have the physique I would expect a doctor to have.” Moira commented.

“Yes, you are much curvier, and…softer than I would have thought.” Sombra agreed.

“As a healer, I do not need to be in peak physical condition. I merely need to be healthy, which I am. Thanks…” Mercy commented, indignantly.

Mercy looked at Moira's shoulders, and knew their size was both due to the biotic mutation as well as how strong they needed to be to support her massive arms. She couldn’t see  what was under her coat or blouse, but she still assumed that the redhead was in peak physical condition. Mercy herself knew she wasn’t built like a brick house, relying on her wings and reflexes for movement. Of course, this didn’t mean she wasn’t active. She just had no time or use for such muscular limbs. Having them comment on her body made her a little more self-conscious about her appearance, and it made her blush.

Moira then saw her purple orb returning, and headed straight for Mercy. Sombra looked at the redheaded doctor, and smiled. They tried to keep Mercy’s attention as long as they could, hoping she wouldn’t notice until it took away her last item of clothing. However, Mercy was smarter than they thought. She saw their demeanor change, and they stopped trying to get nearer. She surmised that something or someone was behind her, and quickly jumped to the side.

The orb passed just by her, and seemed to miss. As Mercy stood up, arms crossed over her breasts, she looked to see the reactions from Sombra and Moira, who managed to catch and absorb the power from the orb. Mercy stood semi triumphant, chin up, looking down her nose at them.

“You think you’re clever? I was able to dodge that even if I don’t have your biotic enhancements!” Mercy spat.

“Oh, I don’t think it missed…” Moira smirked and pointed at Mercy's hip.

That’s when she felt an odd sensation. Mercy looked down and saw a small tear on the hip of her panties. She thought it was just a delayed reaction, and that was it, but then she saw the tear get bigger, and joined by other tears. Mercy’s lower lip quivered as she knew what was gonna happen. In a matter of seconds, the entire side of her panties ripped open, allowing for the remaining fabric to drop down her leg, uninterrupted, until it hit her ankle. As soon as the fabric reached the ground, Sombra and Moira began to laugh, uproariously. 

"EEEEEEEEEKK!" Mercy cried in embarrassment, covering her crotch with one hand while she cradled her breasts with the other.

“Good to see the carpet matches the drapes!” Sombra joked, having seen Mercy’s trimmed patch of hair between her legs.

“Now she really does look like a dumb blonde, standing naked in an alley!” Moira commented as they continued to laugh at the naked doctor.

Mercy blushed at the comments, and was too embarrassed to move as they leered at her.

“Don’t cover up on our account. Millions have admired your body when it was all covered up. Imagine how they will react if they saw ALL of you!” Sombra joked.

“In fact, why not? Uncover yourself now, and we’ll take a couple pictures. Don’t worry. it’ll be for our own collection. No one will know we have them.” Moira said, raising her hand.

Mercy saw it glow Purple and Yellow, and knew it wasn’t an idle threat. She lifted her hands up in defense, letting the criminals see her naked body, the first to see her in her adult life that weren’t lovers or physicians.

“Don’t look so scared. Lower your arms. Act like we just caught you standing naked here.” Moira said.

Mercy gulped. Here she was, standing naked but for her hands covering her last bits of dignity. Facing her two worst enemies, and they had the audacity to make her fully expose herself? Part of her wanted to die than live with knowing they had detailed knowledge of her naked. However, her mind thought to the little girl she saved, and the Commander. If she had not been there, they would likely have perished. The world needed her to save lives, bit right now…it needed her to expose herself. Taking a deep breath, she complied. She zoned out, not wanting to think about what they were seeing. She was at least thankful that they blocked any passersby from seeing her. Her reverie was interrupted once she heard the tell tale sound of a shutter clicking a few times, signifying that the photos were taken. Mercy quickly covered up again, not wanting to be exposed much longer than she needed to be. 

“At least they'll keep those to themselves. If they leak them, they would be implicated too.” Mercy rationalized.

As Sombra and Moira looked at the photos, they began to giggle and laugh maniacally. Enjoying her embarrassed posture, her blushing cheeks, and of course they couldn’t miss her completely bare, large, round breasts. As they zoomed in on her crotch, they cackled at her blonde bush. Evidently, they thought her hairstyle was a bit prudish. Mercy saw the two of them laugh at her, but then noticed that as they were doubled over and had their eyes closed, she could make a hasty exit and hopefully put distance between them and her. Thinking quickly, Mercy ran past the guffawing duo, and was back in the main street again. The frantic blonde looked for a way out, but saw nothing but road and other alleys that might lead to dead ends. She realized there was an Overwatch base not too far away from here, but still a trek, even when not naked. She contemplated her current situation vs what she was about to do, but decided that heading for a base that likely had clothes was better than running around looking for clothes that might not be there. So, she quickly turned and ran down the street. Moments later, Moira and Sombra followed after her.

Mercy ran as fast as she could, but she wasn’t sure where she was going. She had a general idea, and hoped the base would be easy to spot. Moira and Sombra were quickly catching up to her, so she needed to find a place to hide for a while. As Mercy came across a diverging path, she looked at where both led. One, with fewer people, was behind an opened gate. She could easily sneak behind the people without them noticing. The other path led straight towards the middle of town where a large marketplace was located. Mercy didn’t have to think twice as she ran towards the open gate. Sombra saw this and reached her hand out against the wall.

“Hey, Naked Angel! You're going the wrong way!” the hacker teased as a control box next to the gate glowed purple.

“There’s no way in Hell I'm going the other way!” Mercy yelled as she continued to sprint toward the gate.

However, before Mercy could reach it, the gate glowed purple before it slammed shut, locking her away from the safer route. 

“I beg to differ.” Sombra snapped back.

Mercy cursed as she turned on her heel and ran down the path towards certain exposure. Moria and Sombra laughed at the way her bare buns shook as she sprinted. The blonde doctor was thankful that the path wasn’t lined with people right away, but she knew that would change soon enough. As she neared the town center, she began to hear and smell the marketplace with all the food and people shopping. She quickly slowed her pace and tried to think of the best course of action to shield herself from exposure. She skirted around the perimeter, making sure she wasn’t seen from the front or back. She kept her arm over her breasts and her hand between her legs as she moved. However, she found that she had to cross the street, and that would put her at a loss for any cover, and it would further make her pass close to many of the patrons in the marketplace, not to mention the business owners. Mercy was running on adrenaline, and her eyes darted frantically around for a way to preserve her modesty. As she neared the corner before she had to cross, she spied a trash can in the middle of the pathway, which put her very close to the vendors and patrons. However, she would be covered, if she crouched behind it. Steeling her nerves, she gingerly approached the trash can, and squatted behind it. Her backside was facing the street, but the can obscured her from view in case anyone tried to figure out the source of any commotion she caused.

Sombra and Moira approached the town square, and saw the marketplace bustling with people, none of them seemed to have been startled by the presence of a naked white woman. As they scoped out the area, Mercy saw them enter, and hoped they didn’t see her. However, as she ducked back down, Moira saw the flash of blonde hair ducking away from sight, and motioned to Sombra. They smiled and waved at the hidden streaker, making her blush. She hoped they wouldn’t start a confrontation right here and now. They were far away, so she figured she was safe. She continued to look at the crowd, and judge for the best time to make her move. She braced against the trash can, and heard the metal scrape against the concrete as its weight shifted. Mercy ducked down and hoped the noise didn’t attract attention. Moira smiled and whispered into Sombra’s ear, making the hacker’s smirk turn into a grin. Mercy didn’t like the look of that, so she tried to ready herself for her next streak. She covered herself once again and knelt down to keep balance as well as be ready to run in a moment. Unbeknownst to her, Moira was doing the same thing, only she wasn’t kneeling. Just as Mercy stood up, Moira suddenly turned into a blur and mostly disappeared.

In the same moment, Mercy suddenly felt a heavy smack on her rear, making her lose her balance, and fall directly into the trash can, toppling it over and making a loud crashing sound. Everyone turned their heads to look at the commotion. Mercy had uncovered herself to brace for the fall. Her arms shielded her face as she fell forward. She landed with a thud as her knees hit the ground, and her arms absorbed the impact. As everyone nearby gathered around, they were treated to the sight of Mercy's naked backside presented to them since her pose meant it was pointed straight up, showing off Moira's prominent hand print on her right butt cheek.

Mercy looked up to see nearly everyone there staring at her, and quickly turned over, using her hands as leverage. This left herself completely uncovered and with her legs open. She sat up, still not covering up, and saw Sombra high five Moira. Mercy had no idea what happened or how, and she didn’t pay attention to the onlookers now getting their cameras and phones out to record. 

“Oh my God, she’s naked!” one woman shouted.

“She’s gorgeous, wonder if she is famous?” commented another.

“Definitely a hooker or pornstar.” Someone murmured.

“If I looked like that, I'd streak too.” Came another voice.

Sombra couldn’t believe Moira would use her Fade skill like that, but it definitely made her day. Seeing the modest healer stripped down to nothing and sitting naked on the street was delicious. Mercy herself finally saw the glint of many phones in the sunlight, so she made a split second decision to cover her face instead of her body, to conceal her identity as the naked streaker. 

“Please…don’t…” Mercy paused, “look at me!” she shouted, which more people heard and failed to hear the first part.

She covered everything but her eyes as she stood up and ran away, her bare breasts and butt jiggling for all the spectators who questioned who she was, and how she got there naked.

As Mercy once again ran naked down the street towards the uncertain location of the Overwatch base, she realized she could cover her body again. Placing her arm and hand in their strategic places once again, she walked down the street, hoping she lost Sombra and Moira, who seemed to want her humiliated as much as possible. However, after running around, she was finally feeing the fatigue set in, so she couldn’t run as long as she hoped. Now slowly walking, she was able to see the deserted streets and up above were windows of people’s homes. Mercy kept her head down, not wanting anyone to recognize her as she walked. She not only didn’t want the attention, she didn’t want to alert police or worse, Sombra and Moira, to her location. As she started to calm down, she suddenly heard a rustling behind her. Mercy covered her backside in case someone had snuck up behind her. She then turned around to see what it was, and was relieved to see it was a rat. She dropped her hands and turned around to continue her walk, but was startled when she saw the little girl she had saved earlier, which now felt like a lifetime ago.

“Hey, you’re the nice lady who saved me!” the girl smiled, not caring that the woman before her was completely nude.

“Oh, hi...” Mercy feigned interest as she hoped this interaction would be quick.

“Quick, come meet the woman who saved me!” the girl yelled.

“Oh, I don’t think...” Mercy began, covering up.

“Whoa, you didn’t say you were saved by a naked woman!” a gruff and obviously male voice said behind her.

Mercy turned around to shield her naked ass from his view. However, she saw many people suddenly walk over from behind the girl in front of her, so she turned around, to show the man her naked backside again.

“Not that I’m complaining about the view, but why are you naked?” the man asked, politely.

“Oh, she wasn’t naked when she saved me. It must have happened after. Why are you naked?” the girl asked behind her.

"Oh, I'm not really naked. It's a skintight suit that is meant to look like skin. Its military grade. State of the art!" Mercy hoped her lie would suffice.

As the dumbfounded healer found herself surrounded by strangers, she checked to make sure she was covered. Thankfully, she had her arm draped over her nipples and hand on her crotch.

"Could've fooled me” said the matriarch of the group.

“Well, it's true." Mercy snapped back.

Mercy blushed, not wanting them to know her true state of (un)dress.

“Hello, everyone! Yes, I saved this child earlier, and I’m so happy to see she is safe and sound with her family.” Mercy proclaimed.

"Would you mind if we took a group photo with you? We would love to have a way to remember the brave woman who saved our beloved Nina." The old woman offered.

"Oh, I don't know..." Mercy said, not wanting to be too obvious that she was embarrassed.

"What have you got to hide? If you're wearing a bodysuit, why be so shy?" The old woman challenged her.

“I suppose it’s alright…” Mercy couldn’t back down from the challenge, so she acquiesced to the older woman's demands. 

However, she didn’t expect the girl and her family to so suddenly gather around her, wrapping arms over her shoulders and around her waist. The old woman held a cell phone aloft, and quickly took a couple photos before she made her son, Nina’s father, take a few pictures so the old woman was in the picture this time. Mercy blushed as the woman took her place next to her. The blonde healer gasped as she felt the matriarch cup her bare ass. With her arms covering her naked front, she couldn’t move or slap the hand away. The man held the phone steady and counted down. As he did, the old woman noticed the fading hand print on Mercy's ass, and thought of a fun idea that would truly test Mercy's “bodysuit story".

“Okay, get ready! 3…2…!” he began.

Just before he reached “1”, the old woman slapped Mercy right where that hand print had been. The naked and embarrassed woman had not been expecting the pain, nor did she expect it to be from the same spot Moira had hit her, which made the already tender flesh blaze with pain again. Without thinking, she moved her hands to soothe the pain in her rear, exposing her full frontal nudity to the camera and Nina's father. Her breasts bounced into view as her arm freed them from its embrace, her face contorted into wide-eyed shock as the embarrassment shot through her body just as the photo was taken. As soon as he took the picture, Nina's father stumbled back in shock as he looked at her.

“Oh my, she's actually naked!” he shouted.

“No, please…don’t look!” Mercy meekly choked out, blushing as she stared down with her arms at her sides, hands clenched in fists.

Thinking fast, the old woman grasped Mercy's wrists, preventing her from covering up. Everyone turned to look at her, and Nina was as surprised as everyone to see their hero had not only lied, but was standing naked before them. Mercy felt her nipples harden in the chill air, making them poke out, begging for attention. The breeze flowed between her legs, making her all too aware of how much was exposed.

“Wow, she really is naked. She lied to us!” the old woman feigned surprise and outrage.

“What a deviant, parading around in public like that.” One of Nina's relatives commented.

“I think she’s pretty. She was an angel when she saved me. Now she is a naked angel!” Nina tried to defend her hero.

“A naked angel. With some fur for the winter?” the old woman joked.

Mercy turned crimson at such a casual mention of her hairstyle between her legs. She fought hard to shake the old woman off, but the old woman's grip was too strong. She couldn’t let them all see her like this! What if more people walked down the street and saw her naked?

“Okay, I'm sorry I lied! Please let me go!” Mercy said, begging for mercy.

“I will. If you agree to take one more photo with us, as our naked angel.” The old woman said.

“I…sure. I'll do it.” Mercy said.

The woman released Mercy's wrists as Nina's father began to set up for another photo. The naked blonde covered up her front once again, but felt a sharp smack on her butt.

“Now, no covering up or you'll have all of us to contend with.” The woman said.

The bare naked healer blushed and let her arms down as she stood amongst Nina's family. Now she looked relaxed as if she meant to be standing naked with them. This time, Nina's father was able to take a rock off the ground and used it to hold the cell phone steady. Setting the timer, the man gingerly walked behind Mercy to join the others. The flash went off, signaling the photo being taken. Nina's father rushed over to check, and smiled as he gave Mercy a thumbs up. Her pink nipples and blonde bush now immortalized.

“Muchas gracias! We have a new family portrait for posterity!” the man exclaimed.

“Speaking of posterity, perhaps a shot of her posterior, to have a view of both sides?” the old woman asked.

Mercy rolled her eyes and turned around, no longer having the will to argue. The man set up the camera in record time. Everyone got into position, and Mercy waited for them to say it was ok. The man walked away to check, but still no word. Everyone stood still, and said nothing.

“Um, is the photo ok?” Mercy asked.

“Oh! ALL OF THEM are nice!” she heard them man say from behind her.

She blushed at the compliment, but was surprised to see him standing directly behind her as she turned around. He then showed her what he meant by “ALL". On the phone, he showed her the group photos, but also showed close ups of her bottom from various angles, all capturing the hand print left by the old woman! Mercy was about to say something, but the family began to walk away.

“Thank you for the memories, Naked Angel" the old woman said.

“Thank you for saving me, Naked Angel!” Nina echoed the nickname, making it stick.

Mercy blushed at the new name, but felt it suited her, at least until she was clothed again. She waved at the family before covering herself again and walked away. Her blush didn’t cease, as she thought about how that entire family, especially that woman, now knew what she looked like naked, and could show it off to anyone they wanted. She just hoped that her choice of hairstyle between her legs would be kept a secret between her and that family. Needless to say, she now felt much more degraded than she had been in the marketplace. As she walked away covering herself, Mercy was unaware that she was being spied on…

“Are you sure she’s out here?” Tracer said, standing on a rooftop in Oasis.

“Last reported sighting was a few blocks from here. Oh! New social media ping with #Angel just over there!” Winston said, pointing to where the girl and her family was.

“Told you social media would help!” Tracer cheered.

“I cant believe it! We found her. We found Mercy!” Winston smiled as the two of them began running across rooftops to find her.

Mercy was completely unaware that Tracer and Winston had been monitoring communications for any sign of her, and today’s incident had lit up their alerts like a Christmas tree. They were able to land their dropship nearby for extraction, but had no clue in what state Mercy was in. Their alerts only scanned and displayed text, not images, so they were currently unaware of her current state of attire, or thereof. Mercy covered up as she walked, not sure if getting dressed at this point would help. However, her eyes lit up when she spotted it. She recognized this landmark, and knew the Overwatch base was not far. She even remembered the direction it was! She had no time to lose! She had to get inside and get dressed ASAP.

“Oi! I think I see her! No, no...It can’t be...blimey, think I’ve seen a little too much of her now…” Tracer lamented as her binoculars focused on Mercy streaking.

“Let me see what the fuss is...Oh, boy. Maybe this isn’t the best time for us to drop in unannounced.” Winston joked.

“You think? At least she looks like she’s headed for the old base. She’ll be dressed soon, and maybe we can try to recruit her together, ok?” Tracer said, walking towards their dropship.

“Right. As long as her old passcode works.” Winston said, to Tracer’s astonishment.

Mercy made sure her body was covered as she ran through the streets, not caring who saw her now. She kept her head down and focused on reaching the base. Soon enough, she found the entrance. She uncovered her crotch as she leaned forward, pointing her backside to the street, and carefully input her passcode. As she typed it in, she absentmindedly stamped her foot in anticipation, unknowingly causing her booty to bounce.

“Please, please, oh please…” she chanted as she waited to see if the code was accepted.

“Welcome…Doctor…Ziegler.” The robotic voice in the console said.

“Oh, hello. Can you let me in?” Mercy smiled, blushing.

“Retinal scan required.” The voice said, as a red light on the top began to glow.

Mercy had to drop her arms to lean forward, her hands bracing herself against the console. Her naked rear now more prominently displayed. She didn’t like how naked she felt, but knew she was mostly concealed from view of the public.

“Retinal scan…confirmed. Overwatch database shows…current identification is…expired. New photo will be taken in 3…2…” the voice said.

Mercy backed up, her eyes growing wide in shock. She had to figure out how to stop it before…

“…1.” The voice said just as a bright flash emanated from the console.

“New Identification card…printing. Retrieve…below.” The voice said.

Mercy saw the card poking out of the slot and pulled it out, not wanting to put off getting inside much longer. She stared at the photo, which she wasn’t surprised, showed her blushing face in a panicked expression. However, her blush intensified as she saw that her naked breasts and, more importantly, her bare nipples were completely visible! Mercy crossed her arms in front of her breasts, squishing the soft flesh. She looked at the photo again, confirming she wasn’t seeing things. She even saw the bottom curve of them as they hung unimpeded.

“Please scan new badge for entry.” The voice said.

Mercy tapped the badge against the console, blushing even redder, if that were possible, as her new ID photo filled the screen. It seemed to recognize her, so she waited for something to happen. The large blast doors thrummed as their motors turned on for the first time in years, and the doors slowly began to open. Mercy hopped in excitement, but realized her bare backside was still pointing out towards the public, jiggling for whoever may have been watching. She calmed down and waited for the massive doors to open. The dark and musty interior slowly lit up as the generators kicked in and the base came back to life. Mercy stepped inside and uncovered her crotch to close the doors. Once they were closed, she finally let her arms go limp at her sides and she walked through the Base until she reached the locker room. She found a full outfit of hers from a couple years back, still in great condition. She walked past it, saving it for when she left. She went to the shower room first to clean off the dirt and grime from her adventure, but she could only hope that the memory of her exposure would be so easily removed. Afterward, she toweled off and got a robe from storage before she found the meeting room and turned on the TV  to hopefully lose herself in some stupid show. Her hopes were dashed when the only thing on seemed to be a breaking news story.

“Reports are still coming in about a mysterious streaker in Oasis today, who terrorized the marketplace in the town square, and even stopped to take photos with a local family.” a reporter said.

Mercy’s jaw dropped as she was seeing footage of her streak as shown from a bird’s eye view, as if it were taken by a drone or some small aircraft. She saw her naked body, albeit from afar, going across town and everything up until she dropped off the scene when she found the Overwatch base.

“We can only assume this was some sexual deviant who likes to show off her bare body, as evidenced by several recollections of her covering her face instead of her body when she was encountered at the marketplace.” the reporter continued.

Mercy watched as filmed interviews showed several people talking about how she seemed high on drugs or something because she didn’t seem to know where she was or that she was naked. While some thought she was someone important, since she tried to keep her identity secret instead of her body, others speculated she really was a sexual deviant who didn’t want people to identify her.

“We have received a photo of the deviant in question from social media. Due to the subject matter, it will be censored. Here she is posing with a family. They all seem happy to see her, and she seems to be enjoying her moment. It is still unclear who she is, and why she did what she did. The family could not be reached for comment.” the reporter explained.

Mercy at least was thankful no one was able to identify her, and her body was censored. Sure, her face and body were all over social media and her face was on the news, but maybe things were looking up?

“This just in! Some anonymous citizen has given this station a high quality close up of the streaker. It seems she was caught off guard, which seems like she didn’t plan on being seen or her face shown. I must warn our viewers that due to the live nature of this program, we will be unable to censor the following photo, so please cover the eyes of any children, and exercise discretion if any children may walk into the room.” the reporter continued.

Mercy’s heart fell. She recognized the image as soon as it was shown. It was the shot taken by Sombra, who no doubt leaked it to the press. She remembered that their promise was that “no one would know they had them” and not a promise not to anonymously distribute them. So, her full frontal nudity was now being broadcast, uncensored for who knows how many people. She was sure she’d be recognized now. 

“Yes, we have now received reports that the streaker has been identified as Doctor Angela Ziegler, the former member from Overwatch named Mercy! The resemblance is uncanny, but why would she be running naked around Oasis? A dare? A job? Perhaps a desire to be in the public eye once more? What do our viewers think? Is this Mercy, or is she merely an impostor or look alike trying to undermine her reputation?” the reporter asked.

Mercy sat back, not sure how to proceed. She could deny everything, and agree that what people saw was an impostor trying to undermine her reputation, and disgrace her so that she will never get any more jobs. She wanted to figure out the next course of action, but felt it was best to sleep on it and get to solving that problem tomorrow.

As Mercy tried to find some semblance of a silver lining, the thieves are also finding their victory a bit problematic.

“I can’t believe you’re wasting this life saving technology to upload nude photos of Mercy onto every adult site you can. We can use this to disseminate top secret files, expose secret agents, execute orders from the other side of the world!” Moira shouted.

“Relax. Once I’m done, no one will want to associate with the perverted doctor. If anyone tries, we have our new toy to test out on her.” Sombra smiled, glancing at the new addition to her collection, a small black box with purple lines around it as if it grew vines.

“We don’t have to stop at her either. There are plenty of women who Overwatch wants to join back up with. Maybe we can disgrace them as much, if not more than Mercy!” Moira said.

“Now we’re on the same page. The only question is...who’s next?” Sombra reclined in her desk chair and looked at several images of D.va, Mei, Zarya, Pharah, and Symmetra.

While our villains plan their next course of action, our heroes are trying to figure out theirs.

“You’re still running damage control for her? She’s not even on the team yet!” Tracer whined.

“True, but we can’t recruit her if she thinks she isn’t welcome, and we can’t have a known sexual deviant as a member either. So, I’m running with the story that it’s an impostor. I hope she sees this, and knows to come find us. After her ordeal today, I can understand if she drops off the grid again. But…without Overwatch, the world may be headed for another war.” Winston explained.

Tracer blinked behind Winston to comfort him, but then sees what is on his monitor: a recording of Mercy's naked rear as she typed in her passcode!

"You cheeky bugger! Perving on Mercy!" Tracer yelled.

Winston nearly fell out of his chair as he tried to close the window. 

"Huh?! Oh uh, I was just... just... yeah. I had to pull footage from every camera in Oasis." Winston explained, defeated.

“But you kept a backup?” Tracer asked.

“Yes. I can delete it if you want.” Winston replied.

"Could you…zoom in and enhance?" Tracer asked.

"Sure." Winston's eyes widened before making it so Mercy's naked ass filled the screen.

THE (REAR) END