Til she sits down in a common room to feed him when he gets hungry. When a tired mercy that should have gone to bed a long time ago comes out and starts asking about what its been to be a mother so far and they just have this nice conversation. Because I imagine that, yeah she knows textbooks what it’s like, but not real life since she never had a kid of her own and she just curious.(2/2)
Mercy does have Valentine before Sombra has Noé, but I really like this scenario, so I’m going to run with it because it’s really cute. I love Sombra and Mercy interacting.
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The baby in Sombra’s arms tugs heavily at Mercy’s chest. She almost leaves Sombra alone, but Mercy is too overwhelmed to not ask questions. After making sure Sombra doesn’t mind her talking with her as she’s feeding Noé, Mercy asks away.
Sombra answers amusingly at the look on Mercy’s face. She’s so tender hearted, yet here she is working in a war. After Sombra gets through all of her questions, Mercy confesses that reality is much more jarring then the textbooks. Her first surgery was nothing like they practiced on the cadavers.
She assumes it can only be the same for having children. Sombra agrees, saying she’s never felt so helpless and determined all at once. She wants to give Noé everything, and keep the world from ever giving him even a single scar, but that’s simply impossible.
Sombra finishes feeding him, and gently hands him over to Mercy without a word. Quietly, Mercy coos to the little one, noting how small he is in her hands. Sombra asks if Genji is unable to give her children but Mercy corrects her. They simply haven’t tried for a baby yet, but Mercy wants to soon.
Sombra laughs, and wishes her good luck with that.
Just imagine that, few weeks old Noé (or when they come check in after he’s like 3 or 4 months old) crying on night when their still at the overwatch base and sombra quickly quites him but then takes a walk with him. Just quietly not trying to wake anyone up, not cloaked, just walking quietl. She walks around outside, the training rooms, kitchen(s). Just everywhere cooing at him wrapped in his little blankets to keep him warm. Bouncing him a little bit to keep him calm. (1/2)
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