Authors Note: Hey guys! This is a fanfiction I've been thinking about writing for a while. I really like both Overwatch and TF2, and since a lot of the universe wants to see which is better, I thought a crossover would be fun. Then my sick sadistic side came in, and I decided to have the TF2 characters be hired to kill Overwatch. Just have to say first off, I'm not going for accuracy. This is just Overwatch dying from the mercenaries. I know that not all of this will be accurate, but I just want to have a little fun. Anyways, enjoy!

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Tracer was sitting in a small bar, with the drink in front of her untouched. She had taken her failure to save Mondatta very hard, and after it was all over, she had gone to one of her favorite bars to drown out her sorrows. The Omnic bartender looked at her and let out a mechanical sigh. "You know, getting drunk is easier if you drink." He said. Tracer didn't look up at him, so he walked away. She heard the door swing open, and saw a skinny man walk into the bar. The bartender walked towards him. "Hello sir, welcome to Remix, would you like something to-" He was cut off by a bang. Tracer looked up startled, and saw the Omnic fall down with a hole in his head. The shot had come from a pistol that was held by the man in red. Looking at him more clearly now, Tracer saw that he was very young, barely out of his teens. He was wearing a red shirt with a grey sack slung across his body, and a pair of dark grey pants that ended a little below his knees, the rest of which was covered by long white socks. He was also wearing a baseball cap of the same color as his pants, and a pair of headphones over it. Tracer could see the handle of a gun poking out of his bag, as well as the handle of what looked like a baseball bat. The man in red holstered his pistol and walked towards Tracer. "So, I hear you're the legendary Overwatch poster girl Tracer, am I right?" He said in a cocky Boston accent. Tracer stood up and got ready to draw her pulse pistols. "That's right. And who might you be?" She asked. The man smirked. "What, you haven't heard of me? I guess livin' in Britain cuts you off from important news. You can call me the Scout, and I've been hired to take you out." He reached behind him and pulled out his gun, which looked like a modified shotgun. He held it out straight at Tracer. "You should get out those silly little pistols of yours. I'd hate to massacre you too brutally." Tracer frowned, and drew her pulse pistols.

The Scout smirked. "Great. Let's get this thing started." He quickly fired a blast from his shotgun, forcing Tracer to duck and roll to the side. She gritted her teeth, and blinked towards him, jumping up and kicking him in the face as soon as she appeared in front of him. He stumbled backwards slightly, but quickly regained his balance, and fired another blast, Tracer blinked to the left, dodging his blast. She opened fire with her pulse pistols, forcing him to roll to the side. Tracer got up and ran towards him. She saw him raise his shotgun, and rolled to the left just in time to dodge the blast. She saw Scout run out the door into the street, and quickly got up to chase after him. She ran out the door, and saw him turning the corner into an alleyway next to the bar. She sprinted after him, and brandished her pistols, only to find the alleyway empty. She looked around, and then slowly started walking into the alleyway, only to jump back when a series of gunshots almost hit her. She looked up to see Scout grinning from a fire escape with his shotgun away and his pistol drawn. He then leapt up onto the railing, and then jumped off, spinning in air. Tracer thought he was insane, but then saw him pulling his legs closer to his body, and then he pushed down like he was jumping, somehow boosting a few inches higher. He grabbed onto the railing of the fire escape above him, and easily pulled himself up, swinging over the railing. Scout turned back towards her, smirking. "Well, Sweet Cheeks? Gonna follow me, or will I have to dunk on ya?" Tracer scowled as Scout laughed and started running up the stairs to the roof. Tracer jumped up and then blinked into the air, hoisting herself over the railing. She blinked up the stairs rapidly, running up the last flight and onto the roof-only to get hit in the face with a baseball bat. She fell onto her back, and when she attempted to get back up, the bat hit her in the head again. Tracer's head was spinning as she tried to focus long enough to trigger her Recall power, only to see that damn bat come down just above her chronal accelerator. "Uh-uh, Sweet Cheeks. You try to use your powers, and my bat busts up your little doohickey." Scout smirked as he stood above the dazed and probably concussed Tracer. He drew his pistol and pointed it right at her head. Tracer looked up at him, the light of defiance still shining bright in her eyes. "You...you won't get away with this." She croaked. "Overwatch will find you and..." "Overwatch?" Scout interrupted. "Well, Overwatch won't be able to find me, because they'll be too busy being killed by the other members of my team. See, we've been hired to take out every member of Overwatch, as well as a couple mercenaries, and some people from something called Talon. Long story short, Overwatch is getting shut down again. For good." A wicked smirk crossed the Scouts face. "Of course, you won't get to see any of this. Bye-bye, Sweet Cheeks." Scout pulled the trigger five times, and Tracer's body went limp as the chrono accelerator flickered out. Scout reached into his bag and put away the bat to grab a can of spray paint, some nails, and a hammer. He carried Tracer's body away, to finish up his mission.

Winston sat at his desk with a grin on his face that had been there since he had recalled Overwatch. He grabbed a tub of peanut butter and a banana and using his feet, went to his favored news website. He unscrewed the peanut butter, but almost dropped it when he saw the headline. BRITAIN'S FAVORED HERO FOUND BRUTALLY MURDERED. Stunned, Winston scrolled down and found a picture that nearly killed him. Tracer had been found with her hands and arms nailed to a tree, and with five close bullet holes in her head. Underneath her body was written SHE WAS THE FIRST. WATCH OUT, OVERWATCH in bright red paint. Winston gritted his teeth and growled, almost going into Primal Rage then and there. He quickly went to the Overwatch database and sent out a warning to all his friends-at least, those still alive. He growled again, thinking, I'm sorry Lena. But I promise you this isn't over. I will find whoever killed you, and I will avenge you. Overwatch has been recalled, and whoever did this is going. To. PAY!

AN: Well, that was the first chapter of my new story. Tell me what you thought, how I can improve, what to fix, that kind of thing. And I know Death Battle had a Scout vs Tracer battle, but again, the point of this isn't to be accurate, it's to have TF2 kill Overwatch. Sorry if you don't like how the fight ended, but you know where the door is. Aside from that, thanks again for reading this guys, and see you later!