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Hana groaned as she woke up, trying to wrap her covers as tightly around herself as possible as she crawled out of bed. They'd been in their new base for a month, and the heating in some of the rooms still wasn't completely reliable. She had quickly learned that the Scottish winter made for a very unpleasant morning when the heating gave out in her room during the night.
She quickly showered and got changed, sending Törbjorn a message to let him know the heating had gone again. He was spending most of his time repairing things around the base, and as much as he was moaning about it, Hana had noticed that he was smiling a lot more as he went about his day. He seemed to be enjoying this project, fixing up a base that wasn't even one of theirs. Not properly, at least.
She didn't know all the details, but apparently Winston had made a deal for them to take over an old military base in the north of Scotland. He apparently had more contacts than she'd expected, and was currently off in the capital discussing the ways they were going to justify themselves staying here. He'd been insistent that they weren't going to be offering military services, which ruled anything she could do out, but that still left plenty of engineers, scientists and a gifted doctor. All things a newly independent nation could use.
Hana checked her messages as she waited outside the gym, seeing if any of her own contacts had been back in touch. She'd managed to get some people back home to consider looking into getting a base set up for them there, something that had seemingly been a shock to their new Commander. Of course, up till then, Winston had been the only one to know that she was there with the permission of her government, something that made her pretty unique among their current group. The army knew that if Overwatch got back to a semblance of it's former self, it could be invaluable in defeating the omnic that had haunted their coast for the past 21 years, and were happy to lend a very deniable hand with that task. So Hana had been there for more than a year, helping them out and building them back up. Winston had been suspicious at first, but she'd proven her worth, along with providing a steady supply of MEKA's whenever one got wrecked.
She sighed when she saw that there were no new messages on her phone, wondering if something had happened to her people, thoughts that were wiped from her mind when she entered the gym and saw who was already in it. She quickly marched over to Lúcio, keeping her head down so as not to stare at all the women who were currently working out. Having one or two here at a time was distracting enough, but she couldn't remember a single occasion where all of them had been here at once.
“You're here earlier than normal.” Lúcio chuckled as she hopped onto a treadmill next to him, starting her warm-up and trying not to stare at Zarya squatting in front of her, her face burning as she caught a glimpse of the weightlifters ass straining against her shorts. “You OK? You seem a little flushed.” She quickly glared across at him, before turning away as she saw Ana stretching behind him, shirt pulled tight across her shoulders.
“Just shut up,” she mumbled, glancing across as Symmetra danced in front of Mei, who had sweat dripping down her body from whatever workout she had just finished. “Why the hell are all the women on this base working out right now?” Lúcio continued to laugh, picking up the pace on the treadmill next to her. She was still amazed by how fast he could actually move, even without his skates.
“Seriously, have you forgotten that Pharah wants us all working out together as much as possible?” Hana swore under her breath, remembering the briefing they'd had a couple of weeks ago. Their new Strike Commander hadn't pushed the idea, so she hadn't made any effort to change her routine. Seeing as almost the whole base was here right now, she figured that she was one of the few who hadn't. Genji and 76 were the only others absent at the moment. “Honestly, you're being kinda selfish right now. No thought for how I'm doing surrounded by all these sweaty guys. For shame, young Hana. For shame.” She would have glared over at him again, but her gaze settled on Pharah, watching her lift her hands high above her head as she stretched, shirt lifting up high enough to show of her hard, chiselled stomach.
“For one thing, you already have a boyfriend, so you really shouldn't be staring at other guys all the time.” He chuckled, gradually starting to turn down his pace as Hana sped up, eyes shooting over to her friend as the Commander turned and waved at her. “For another, there's only like three guys here, and one of them's Törbjorn, so that doesn't actually compare to my problem in any way.” She saw Mercy walking over to Tracer, chatting and giggling with the little Brit as she lifted weights. They were both wearing tight shirts and leggings, and she felt her face getting hotter and hotter as she thought about the differences between their bodies, Mercy's soft, chubby stomach and thighs compared to Tracer's lean, hard muscle.
“Don't be talking bad about Törbjorn like that. There's probably plenty of guys who've enjoyed his molten steel rod over the years.” Hana looked at him, horror and revulsion growing within her as the DJ smirked at her.
“That is, without a doubt, the worst thing that has ever been said to my face.” He giggled as he stepped off the treadmill, stretching his arms above his head and walking round to pat her on the back. “Seriously, I can kind of understand Reinhardt, even if he is old as hell, but Törbjorn? Really? That's like having the hots for Santa.”
“Well, no, not really my type. Not with how he acts towards Zen. Pretty sure he's got like a wife and husband at home, though, so maybe don't discount the appeal of his Santa angle.” She rolled her eyes as he leaned on the handle of her treadmill, smirking up at her. “Also, someone so desperate to call Ana Amari ʻmommyʼ really shouldn't be talking shit about how old the guys I crush on are.” She felt her body start to burn as she glared up at him, a feeling that only got worse as she saw Zarya start to walk over, waving happily at her.
“D.Va! Nice to see that you've joined us today.” Hana nodded, trying not to stare at the woman's arms as she flexed and stretched them over her head, grinning broadly down at her. There wasn't really anywhere safe to look, though. When Zarya was that close, she took up everything there was to look at.
“Yeah. Room was freezing, so I figured I'd get my workout in early.” She felt a massive hand land on her shoulder, turning to stare at it as it squeezed her hard. “Didn't know you would all be down here too.”
“Well, you should try working out with us more often. It's a lot more fun with other people around.” Hana saw the weightlifter bite her lip as she looked to the side, and followed her gaze, spotting Mercy and Ana chatting as they walked out, sweat causing their clothes to cling to their bodies. “Plus, maybe you could get a bit of help. Me and Pharah could work on a strength building plan if you want.” She imagined the three of them working out together, getting tired and sweaty before heading to the showers together. She'd end up between them, nervous and excited as they stood either side of her, slowly squashing her between them and-
“That's fine!” Zarya seemed bemused as she stared down at her, and Hana felt herself blush even harder as she stared at the ground, trying to get control of herself. “I mean, I'll think about it. I kind of like to work out on my own though.” The Russian nodded, patting her shoulder before walking back over to the weights.
“Well, just let me know if you decide you want a hand. I'm always happy to help.” Lúcio had been giggling throughout the entire conversation, and she punched him in the shoulder once Zarya had turned away, glaring down at him.
“I swear to god, I've never seen anyone so thirsty in my life.” Hana picked up the pace, trying to distract herself from the women continuing to work out around her.
“You've got a boyfriend,” she hissed, pushing him off the treadmill as he continued to laugh. “I'm surrounded by a bunch of hot women who are all dating each other, and even if they weren't, they all think they're too old for me. I'm nearly 20, and they act like I'm still a kid.” Lúcio's laughter died down, and he smiled softly up at her.
“I know it sucks, but you'll find someone, yeah? We've got the chance of a permanent base here, so maybe we can start heading down into town soon. I'll be your wingman. Get you loads of girls.” She looked up at him, a small smile forming on her face as she started to sweat, increasing her pace a bit more.
“Sounds good. For now, I'm gonna exercise till I can't concentrate on all the pretty women who aren't interested in me.” He chuckled again, nodding and walking backwards out of the hall with a wave. The others were starting to file out too, and soon, the only people left were her, Pharah, Reinhardt and Zarya. She sighed with slight relief, grateful that she might actually be able to concentrate on her workout, even if she was going to struggle through a couple of distractions.