Hello to the good people of fanfiction. I'm here with my first story on this site, and I hope that the rest of yous will like it.

With Talon defeated once again, The overwatch crew get to enjoy a period of rest and relaxation. During this time Hana is sucked into playing matchmaker for Angela, and Fareeha. She reluctantly helps, and learns a little something along the way.

was currently sitting in her gaming chair near her PC, grinding away on Final Fantasy XIV as the double EXP event was drawing to a close.

"Hey Lucio, how much time do we got left on this here event?" A thick old western accent asked in Hana's ear.

"Three more hours, and then it's over. You lookin' to take a break or something?"

"Nah I can go for another 3 hours. I was just asking cause it feels like we've been grindin' away for weeks."

"You get used to it." Hana mumbled through her headset as she easily dispatched another mook.

"Well I suppose so," McCree laughed. "As long as I got ya'll two here with me, I think I'll stick to this game."

Hana smirked at that. Lucio, and her had been bugging McCree to join them in their PC gaming sessions for weeks. Since Talon had been turned away again, the Overwatch crew had experienced a nice string of peaceful times. Although everyone was still training to keep themselves from getting rusty, Soldier 76 of all people recommended that everyone take some time off. His explanation being that they wouldn't wanna be worn out from training the moment Talon decided to strike again. It was a bit weird at first, but everyone began to enjoy their time off, splitting up into their own groups, doing their own things, and occasionally they all got together and had fun like one big family. Hana almost wished that these times would never come to an end…almost.

"You guys think we could get someone like Fareeha to play this game with us?"

Lucio asked.

McCree laughed loudly, and Hana chuckled.

"I don't know man. I think she's too busy trying to get with Angela."

Hana's jaw dropped. Ms. Captain Falcon was trying to get some action? With Angela?!

"No freaking way!" she exclaimed.

"Way." MCcree responded before breaking into another fit of chuckles.

"You've seen those two getting close?" Lucio asked.

"Mhm. Well, it's more so Mercy trying to flirt with Pharah, and failing miserably."

"Shut up!" Hana exclaimed, not believing her ears.

"Just today I saw her trying to act all cool in front of Pharah at the gym. Pharah

was spottin' her, and Mercy thought she could impress her by lifting more than she could."

"What kind of reps was Angela doing?"

"Squats. I'm pretty sure she was trying to show off what her mama gave her. Long story short, she ended falling forward cause she put on an extra 100lbs on either side. She did a whole frontflip, and her arms were trapped so she was rolling along with the weights almost halfway cross the gym!"

The trio became hysterical. Laughing at the doctor's failed attempt at courting. As Hana began to calm down, she heard a knock on her door.

"I-in a minute." She called behind her. "I'll brb guys." She said to Lucio, and Mcree as she took off her headset, rested it on her keyboard, and turned in her chair to answer the door. As she reached for the latch to slide it open she took a deep breath. She wouldn't want to be laughing if one of the overwatch crew came to her for something. She didn't want them thinking she was crazier than they already believed her to be. She counted to three, and opened the door to see a downtrodden Angela, looking down at the floor, and clutching her left arm which was in a long sleeve. When Angela noticed had answered, she looked up to match her stare with sad, blurry blue eyes.

suddenly felt very bad for laughing at the poor woman seeing her now. She failed to think about the pain Angela must've been in when it initially happened.

"H-hey now! Don't go crying on me." Hana looked both ways down either side of the hall before continuing. "At least not out here." She continued before letting Mercy in, and sliding the door shut behind her.

The silence and awkwardness made Hana feel like the gravity pressure in her room become more dense. She didn't know what to do to console a friend so she decided to pull the slightly taller woman in for a hug, but she stretched out her arms, she heard Mercy speak.

"Sorry to bother you Hana, but…do you have you a-any advice for getting a girlfriend?"

"SO BLUNT!" Hana screamed in her head.

Angela stared down at the young Korean with that same pained expression as before. She looked like she just helplessly watched someone kick a puppy. It was slowly killing Hana's will to live, seeing Angela like this.

"G-getting a girlfriend?! W-where is this coming from so suddenly?"

"I-I…" Mercy clutched her left arm again, and looked away from Hana, a furious blush painting her face.

"I'm madly in love with Fareeha, and I'm trying to get her to like me more than as a friend, but I feel like whatever I do ends with me looking like a fool, getting hurt, or both at once!" She posture slumped as she described her situation to .

"So you thought it was a good idea to come to me?"

"I'd figured that you've probably dipped your hand in the dating pool every once in a while considering how popular you are outside of Overwtach. Since you're so popular I thought you might have dated around with either people who've had the guts to ask, or fellow streamers."

Hana didn't know what to say. Angela must've really been desperate to come to her of all people for advice.

"Plus," Angela continued. "You, and I have always been so close. I figured that as a dear friend that you could provide me with some help."

Hana wanted to die.

"I'm sorry," Hana sighed. "I've never dated anyone, nor have I actually really though about it. Most experience I've had with romance are the shows I watch that has elements of that in them."

Angela looked at Hana once again, and the Korean girl shrugged at her, wearing a sheepish smile on her face as she did so. Mercy groaned sadly, and collapsed to her knees as she started to cry.

"Ich werde nie heiraten!"(I'll never marry!)

"SO DRAMATIC!"

Hana felt a shock run through her body. She was beginning to panic. A woman in her late thirties was on her knees, in her room, crying over a loved one, and she couldn't do or say anything to help. She didn't like seeing her peers so upset, especially Mercy, because the benevolent woman was known to to become extremely mopey if any situation went completely south. Hana could only imagine the depressed state Angela would be in after this. She begged for something, anything, someone even to help her in this very moment. That's when a knock on the door was heard, and her panic washed away instantly as she quickly made her way to the door, and Angela stopped crying. She slid it open slightly being mindful of the current state that Mercy was in.

In front of her stood none other than Fareeha.

"I am sorry to bother you at this time Hana." The Egyptian woman spoke.

"Oh," Hana chuckled a bit too forcefully as she waved her hand at Fareeha. "Trust me, you came to me the perfect moment!"

Fareeha's left eyebrow lifted quizically at that.

"And why might that be?"

Before could answer, Angela approached her from behind.

"Hana, who is it?"

Before she could answer Angela, Fareeha spoke up

"What is Angela doing in here with you?"

"Oh, uh, she was-"

"I wanted some time to unwind and relax, so I came to play video games with Hana."

"Oh. Well I'm sorry for bothering you. I was looking for you to see how you were doing."

Angela shoved Hana away from the door, sending the young woman flying towards the nearest wall.

"Really?!" Mercy asked the tall Egyptian woman with hands clasped together, and eyes sparkling.

"Yes. I was worried about your arm, and I felt guilty about letting you try more than you could even handle." Fareeha noticed the sleeve with elbow padding that Angela was wearing.

"How is it?" Fareeha motioned towards it, and gently rubbed Angela's bicep. It took everything the Swiss woman had to not throw herself at Fareeha.

"I-I mean it's…it's an arm."

Fareeha's hand never left her arm, but she was now looking at Angela.

"Are you sure you're okay? You also banged your head pretty hard against the floor as you were rolling." Fareeha stepped in closer, using her free hand to exam Angela's forehead.

"You're burning up! This isn't good, Angela, we must-"

"Fareeha wait a minute! I'm fine. R-really! I'm just a bit tired from our workout session today."

"I see," Fareeha looked down with furrowed brows. "So it's my fault. I shouldn't have let you push past your limits like that. I am such a fool!"

"Oh god, I'm going to die if this conversation does not end!" Hana rubbed her forehead as she watched Fareeha continue to be more dense than hard cement.

"Oh no no no Fareeha don't blame yourself. I was just trying to impress you if I'm being honest."

"And she needed advice from me?! She may as well just confess, and fuck her right now!"

"Were you now? Well I'd be more impressed if you worked your way up to lifting 250lbs instead of going for it all at once." Fareeha said in a playful tone.

"Is that flirting?! Holy crap she's bad!"

Much to Hana's dismay, Angela laughed and responded.

"Well then, maybe if I had a strong, encouraging young woman to help little 'ol me get stronger." Mercy leaned against the edge pf the door frame, opposite to the door itself, and fluttered her eyelashes.

The two women laughed, while Hana watched from inside her room, ready to blow her brains out. It was like watching two parents still in their awkward dorky love phase flirting in front of their kids.

"Alright. So whenever you're feeling up to it, just let me know, and we'll get down to business!"

"Oh geez, why don't you two just fuck already!"

Hana immediately regretted her outburst when Angela whipped her head back to look at her with an intense glare.

"Watch your mouth in Angela's presence Hana." Fareeha warned.

"I'm very sorry." Hana apologized bowing to Mercy.

"Anyway, why don't we just do some talking over tea before we go to sleep." Angela offered.

"Sure."

As Fareeha turned to walk away, Angela quickly went back into Hana's room, and hugged the young woman.

"Thank you so much for bringing Fareeha to me!"

"I've never seen two women in their thirties flirt so horribly before. Also I'm sorry for that outburst."

"You think she was flirting with me?" Angela's voice was filled with hope. Hana deadpanned at the fact that the older woman completely ignored her apology.

"I dunno," Hana shrugged. "Fareeha is weird. Her idea of a date is probably just working out at the gym."

Angela closed her eyes, and hugged herself in bliss.

"She's so romantic!"

"You're really in love with her."

"Yes, and that's why I need your help."

"I dunno…"

Mercy's eyes grew ridiculously huge, and tears filled them as she looked at Hana. The puppy dog esque stare was too much, and caved.

"Damn it! Fine!"

"YAY!" Mercy crushed her in another hug before running out of the room, and catching up to Fareeha. She tripped, but quickly caught herself, and something about that little action made Hana smile despite the situation she was forced into.

She contemplated going back online, but found that she was kicked off the server for being AFK too long. She sighed, turned off her PC, and turned on her TV to act as background noise as she went to sleep. She climbed into bed, and texted Lucio, and McCree about what had happened.

[SO guess who's gonna be Angela's love advisor from now on?]

She didn't wait for a reply, setting her phone aside, and getting under her warm covers, Hana Song quickly drifted off to sleep, bracing herself for the days to come as something akin to a match maker.

A/N : And that's it for chapter 1. Let me know what you guys think. With the Overwatch league starting up, I'm in a bit of an Overwatch high, and decided to use my time to write a story for one of its major ships. I hope this chapter was good, any critiques, or praise in regards to characterization, and pacing please leave in your reviews as I am always looking to improve. As for now here are some trivia notes about the making of this story.

-Was originally called "Hana the clamjammer!" where was gonna be a little shit, and get in the way of Mercy, and Pharah trying to get it on in several hilarious scenes.

-Pharah was gonna be the one coming to DVa for advice, but I found the novelty of Mercy being head over heels in love with Fareeha more funny.

-Hana was going to be a secondary character only seen a few times, but I changed it to have Hana be the main character cause I want her to have a bit of a maturing growth as the story goes on rather than just be the crazy friend who offers wacky ideas.

-I originally wrote an entire scene of Fareeha, and Angela talking over tea, but I took it out because one I haven't developed the two beyond their archetypes that I've given them in this story, nor have I built upon this world beyond the three characters in a way to justify an extra thousand word scene of them just talking, and two I feel like this chapter would be overstaying it's welcome. I wanted something that simply sets up the rest of the story, and I feel like I did that well enough without that scene.

-This was written all in one day, and I spent the previous day jotting down plot points to hit as the story progresses. Expect a Talon invasion arc later on. Maybe Hana has a slow burn relationship of her own? If I go through with that plot point, don't worry, the OC wouldn't be a major part of the story, just someone Hana has a budding relationship with on the side. Lemme know what you think cause I'm not sure if I wanna do that.

Next time on Hana the matchmaker! Fareeha, and Angela decide to head out to do some shopping America, and they're bringing Hana along with them. This scenario is perfect for some scheming. What will Hana, and Angela come up with, and what the hell is up with that hooded figure following them?