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Pietra - Overwatch Wiki

Italy’s former hero, Pietra will stop at nothing to make sure Omnics burn in their own oil. Even if it takes away his life. But dare not touch his home, his loved one, less you want him as your enemy. - Official Description

“I’d let myself burn if it meant saving them…”

Real Name: Massimo Caputo

Age: 30

Birthday: October 21st

Nationality: 🇮🇹 Italian

Occupations:

Massimo: Singer, Performer

Piera: National Protector, Military Aid

Base:

Former: (Rome, Italy) Base Di Difesa Italiana, (Bengaluru, India) Vishkar Corporation

Current: Watchpoint: Gibraltar, Atlantic Archology

Affiliations:

Former: Vishkar Corporation, Militare Italiano

Current: Overwatch Agent, Solo Protector

Relations: Marisa Mezzasalma (mother, unknown but believed to be deceased), Silvio Caputo (father, deceased), Niran Pruksamanee (boyfriend), Satya Vaswani (friend), Jean-Baptiste Augustine (close friend, doctor), Sofia Segreto (manager, boss)

Story

A masked and cold protector, Pietra’s determination and golden heart for his people and nation were the main factors that pushed the man to let go his life of luxury and take on a life full of pain, death, disappointments, broken hearts and suffering.

The once happy and cheerful singer turns into a cold-hearted and brutal protector when the horned mask is placed on his face, trying his hardest to leave that facade with his mask but finding it extremely complicated to separate the two, especially when it comes to his night terrors and difficult consequences attached to Pietra, but he’s lucky enough to have found people who care for him, willing to get close and remind the man that he’s not alone, that he has support and that it’s more than okay to detach to take care of one’s self.

Childhood

The son of one of the most intelligent engineers and inventors in Italy, his father’s cold-heart toward his ‘stupid son’ only increased as Massimo took a major dislike to any sort of mathematical subject and love for any sort of artistic and creative subject when he was a young kid; his father’s hope was that he’d grow out of it when he became older, but it never came true. Because of this, Massimo’s father began to disregard him, emotionally abusing him to the point of making the young boy feel stupid, even though he really wasn’t; having given up on his son, Massimo’s father refused to communicate in any sort of manner with his son, forcing him to come to Vishkar with him, never telling him what happened to his mother as well as not accepting his sexuality and using it against Massimo as another means of isolation from him.

For Massimo’s entire childhood, the man remembers one thing about his mother; her screams of pain and his father’s incomprehensible insults to her, a bruise to her eye and a single letter the following morning with the simple words ‘I’m sorry, amore. Love, mamma.’ Massimo’s mother is rarely talked of as the Italian man doesn’t like to bring her up, his only memory of her being that day.

Vishkar Corporation

In his early teens at the time (early13M), Massimo was forced to follow his father to Vishkar once Silvio was offered a high-earning position, caring less to ask for his son’s opinion, as for everything else.

Quickly, Massimo hated the place… He hated the teachers, the students, how bland the building looked, how distant and uncaring everyone was, especially how much he was undermined and casted out; because of his fame and reputation, students and teachers alike rendered him an outcast rather quickly as they deemed him a snob and arrogant alongside ‘not as smart as them’, which only added to Massimo’s dislike to mathematical subjects. Safe for one student, a year older than him but in a couple of the same classes; Niran Pruksamanee (early14M - late14N).

The Thai student always had been a fan of Massimo’s music and image, taking the opportunity to meet with him when the singer organised a music club, hoping to gain some interest from his peers, but to avail, safe for Niran who was the only student who attended said club before it was permanently shut down by school staff.

Within their mid-teens (late15M - early16N), Massimo and Niran understood that they both held romantic feelings for one another, beginning to date in secret when confessing to each other; the only one who knew about their relationship was Niran’s roommate Satya Vaswani, who was quick to realise Niran’s attention was caught somewhere else when he seemed more concerned about his messages than his work, among many other things that Niran was rather careless to hide and forget them about his desk and bed. The two lover’s feelings for one another grew intensely rather quickly (mid16M - late17N), so much so that both of them agreed that Massimo could announce to his fans that he is taken, but still keep Niran identity a secret.

Meanwhile, while Massimo opened up a new chapter in his life and finished his studies before than all his peers independently and separately from Vishkar (late16M), Silvio had created a bionic arm that could transform into a huge mech, the first of its kind, creating this machine to pass down to a man which would use said machine to protect Italy as Omnic attacks were on the rise again, but Massimo managed to see that the older man, who was in his early 20’s, cared nothing about the responsibility it took and only flaunted the possession of the machine, ignoring the trainings and preparations and lying to Silvio as well as Vishkar’s higher ups; Massimo understood that the man would do nothing to change and that Italy would fall into ruins at the hands of this man.

Deciding to amputate his own left arm (early17M - late17N), much to Niran’s major distress, Massimo managed to secure the machine and began to train with Vishkar, deciding to flee Vishkar in his late teens (late17M - early18N), despite the heartbreak that it caused the couple; saying their final goodbyes and giving their last kiss, Massimo finally departed with a heavy heart and tear filled eyes, having done what he could to keep his love with him, but to no avail.

It wounded both men deeply, but it wounded Satya as well, who Massimo gave no proper goodbye to as he didn’t want to cause anymore distress to his good friend who already had her plate full with other, more important worries; he wished he’d never done that, wishing that he gave his good friend a proper, heartfelt goodbye.

Italy’s Omnic War & Overwatch (New Blood)

With the new-found identity of Pietra, Massimo fought long and hard to save Italy and its people from the omnics, losing the mechanical arm just two years into the war which led to a self-amputation as the wound was too big to let heal; as quickly as he could have, Massimo returned to Vishkar Corporations, much to the Italian Military’s warnings and denies, searching for his father in hopes of stealing another arm and fleeing again, managing in his mission rather quickly and easier than he thought, finding the perfect fit to replace his fully lost left arm alongside half of his shoulder, dismantling the arm’s tracker and alarm and fleeing back to Italy.

This theft didn’t go unnoticed by Vishkar, who were quick to send out their best forces to hunt down Pietra; quickly enough, Italy’s borders were closed to any sort of Vishkar activity or employee in order to protect Pietra to allow him to keep doing his duty without any further worries, to which they succeeded in as Vishkar quickly gave up on the search, ordering Silvio to create another one, only for the man to suffer a stroke in his sleep and pass away.

With the war over after seven years, Massimo kept up his Pietra facade to still protect Italy from any sort of other threats, specifically to recurring omnics and Talon activity, to which Italy’s people were more than grateful for, keeping up his double life for other six years, until finally letting his mask sit for longer then he wore it as he was sure Italy was rid of all omnic and Talon activity.

Just after three moths, Pietra was visited by Cassidy on his day off, who was in search of new recruits for Overwatch’s recall; after a rather intense battle and concussion, Cassidy transported Pietra with himself along his way back to Watchpoint: Gibraltar, where Pietra met one of the medics by the name of Baptiste. Much to Massimo’s displeasure, Baptiste met him without his mask and knowing his true identity, attempting to keep this happening a secret by threatening the medic, unsuccessfully. Instead of successfully pushing the medic away and keeping him at a safe distance, Baptiste managed to get the man to open up, especially once Massimo began to wear his mask less and less in their shared quarters as well as dropping his facade, being more himself, to which Baptiste majorly appreciated.

Surely enough, once Massimo had opened up and began to share his struggles with his roommate, the two men grew close rather quickly, trusting one another with their past and present worries and problems, yet always reminding themselves that their primary relationship is doctor-patient in hopes to not let themselves get too attached to one another.

To this day, their relationship is still close, with the medic throwing in the occasional flirting, both of them knowing that it’s mere teasing between close friends.

Atlantic Archology

Coming when the chapter is out! Stay tuned!

Heroes Ascendant

Coming when the chapter is out! Stay tuned!

Trivia

- Massimo’s name ‘Pietra’ was chosen by himself as he believed it would represent what kind of protector he wanted to be for Italy; firm, cold, strong and always there as someone to lean on when needed

- In his opening quote ‘I’d let myself burn if it meant saving them’, its unclear who he is specifically referring to

- Massimo writes his own songs and creates concepts for the music composition, passing it onto Sofia for approval; the music composition is executed by one of the top bands in Italy, which were extremely excited to work with someone as famous and talented as Massimo

- Massimo wrote music dedicated to Niran, but he never published it nor showed it to Niran, as he was too embarrassed to do so, even though he knew his boyfriend would appreciate it

- Massimo has called Niran ‘Niran’ when they first met, then began to call him ‘Bua’ once they got close, finally calling him ‘amore’ or ‘tesoro mio’ in private when dating, still sticking to ‘Bua’ when they were in public; Niran always called Massimo ‘Max’, then began to call him ‘khon dii’ or ‘tii rak’ in private when dating, sticking to ‘Max’ when they were in public

- Massimo was extremely fearful when meeting Satya as he was scared she would see him the same way the rest Vishkar scholars do; he was proven wrong and the two hit it off rather quickly

- Massimo kept Niran’s first biolight lotus he ever created, as Niran had given it to him as a gift for their first year anniversary, then integrating it into his new arm by pacing it into his shoulder and connecting wires to it, giving him a soothing and helpful healing pulse; Niran kept one of Massimo’s shirts, which the man had forgotten in Niran’s room when he left, sowing it to a medium-sized pink teddy bear Massimo had given him on their first year anniversary, then consistently sleeping with it at night or keeping it on his desk while he worked

- Neither Massimo nor Niran knew of each other’s whereabouts when they two separated, having no method of keeping contact as well as having very little time

- Their first kiss was with one another, during Massimo’s music club; neither of them mentioned it again before they began dating

- Massimo is gay, being openly so especially in his music

- Massimo is 1.83m/6ft, being said to be shorter than Cassidy, Baptiste and Niran but taller than Satya

- Massimo’s songs are very different genres; romantic, angst, rock, hard rock, pop, EDM

- Massimo’s music has its own app; the songs became so vast and numerous that Sofia chose to move the man’s music to a free app for all to install, as well as having accommodations for those who require them

- Sofia’s age is never specifically mentioned, but she is referred as ‘the older woman’, implying that she is, at minimum, 5-7 years older than Massimo

- The only ones who know of Massimo’s double life are Niran, Satya, Baptiste; Sofia knows as well, but she has never spoken on it to anybody, even to Massimo who suspects nothing

- Massimo has always worked solo, residing in the Base Di Difesa Italiana as a place to live as Pietra, never having sent out any other soldiers during the omnic war; Overwatch is the first time the man has worked in a team

- Massimo is always kind and friendly to his fans, even to paparazzi, to which Sofia disagrees with, but she knows the man is too kind to tell them off; whenever Massimo needs to tell the paparazzi off, he can’t help but feel guilty

- Massimo has always refused to have a bodyguard around him, even if he was strongly recommended it

- Sofia has always been Massimo’s manager and boss ever since the man began to get famous at a young age, wanting to work with Massimo instead of having Massimo work for him; she is the closest to a mother figure Massimo has in his life ever since his mother departed, having unintentionally called her ‘mà’, the shortened version of ‘mamma’, some times when he was younger

- Silvio has never been to one of Massimo’s concerts and refuses to listen to his music, preferring on having no radio or phone rather than listening to his son’s ’screechy and annoying voice’

- Sofia has never liked Silvio ever since they met, always doing everything she could to keep him away from Massimo, especially when he would come to her crying and sobbing about him

- Massimo would go with Niran during his travels, not caring those who saw them together and always being careful with PDA

- Massimo would use his wealth to buy things for Niran and Satya whenever they needed, passing them off as gifts as to not make the two feel guilty about ‘spending his money’

- Massimo was never really aware of the true extent of his wealth ever since he became 16, when Sofia agreed to show and explain the sum of his wealth to the boy as he became mature enough to understand the true and proper concept of money; even after this occurred, Massimo’s attitude toward his fortunes never changed, always using and asking for his money when he needed to buy something for himself or for others, but Sofia would sometimes give him her own money without him knowing

- It’s never really explained how much Massimo’s wealth truly runs, but it is known that his fortunes are ‘three thousand times more than the Pruksamanee family’, which can imply that Massimo could be a billionaire, or even more than that; it is shown that the man does buy extremely expensive things for the purpose of it serving those close to him and not only himself as the man is only selfish with his money when spending it for the basic expenses someone needs to live

- Even though Niran and Massimo dated when they were young, the two truly loved and cared for each other, finally understanding it one year in their relationship; the two never stopped loving one another, despite the fact that they were separated

- In game, Pietra and Lifeweaver have some matching skins; this is seen with their matching skin ‘Anubis & Anput’

- It is a known fact that Massimo knows a vast array of languages; it is known that he knows Italian, English, Thai, Spanish, French, Japanese, Chinese, Korean fluently, as well as working on leaning Russian, Haitian Creole, Dutch, German when he has his free time

Wow, it has been a while since I posted anything on here!

Just remembered that character Wiki pages are a thing and decided to make one of Pietra!

This is not fully finished; it will be updated as chapters get added and as we all get to know the character together!

Hopefully you enjoyed this, even if it was long!

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Pietra - Mediumship {legendary skin}

“The known cloaked medium, this medium’s touch, sense and communication with ghosts & spirits has become a worldwide known skill, quickly making him rise above all other mediums.”

Pietra’s very first legendary skin!

Took inspiration from my favorite DC witch Raven as well as wanting it to be a somewhat matching/couples skin with Lifeweaver’s Ghostbloom skin.

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⚠️ Trigger Warnings ⚠️ - Injuries, drowning, mentions of when he lost the arm but nothing in detail, vomiting.

“Thank you for bringing me back to base, Baptiste… You really didn’t have to…” Pietra says with a lightly pained voice, his eyes on Baptiste from behind the mask “No issue at all, Massimo…” The medic chuckles back, helping the Italian settle on the medical bed, which causes the man to let out a sigh of relief once he’s seated “Besides, you and I both know you’re to stubborn to ask for help” Baptiste laughs lightly with a smile as he looks at Pietra before turning around to grab his medical equipment. Pietra chuckles lightly, starting to take off the armor patches on his chest and abdominals “Only months of knowing each other and it’s like you’ve known me for a lifetime…”

Baptiste gives a smirk at the Italian’s words, settling the medical equipment on the desk, looking back at Pietra to then grab the armor patches that he took off, setting them aside to give the Italian more space “You know you need to take your mask off for this, yes?” Baptiste says in a rather quiet tone, his eyes shifting back to Pietra, who reluctantly nods his head after a few seconds of stillness “I know… just give me a second…” He replies. Baptiste knows that, despite the fact that his friend took off his mask many times around him, he still needs time to adjust to the entire idea of someone knowing his face.

With a soft whirring sound, the horned mask comes off, revealing the Italian’s face “Good, now let’s get started, yes?” Baptiste questions with a smile, extending his hand for the mask, to which Massimo hands it over hesitantly and unsurely. Baptiste grabs the mask and settles it near the armor patches, proceeding to start checking the Italian; during the battle in Toronto, the Italian was slammed rather hard against a wall, to which caused his mech to retract back, leaving him open and vulnerable. Baptiste knows the Italian is feeling the impact, but he also knows he’s too proud to say anything “Feeling any dizziness, nausea, shortness of breath?” Baptiste questions with a tinge of worry “I’m fine, feeling the same pain as every day…” Massimo answers in a somewhat serious tone, but his gentleness is finally heard “What? Where?” Baptiste asks, his worry increasing, but it dissipates once he sees Massimo grinning lightly “Ah, you almost fooled me…” Baptiste sighs with a shake of the head, a grin painting his features “Almost? You completly panicked!” Massimo laughs back.

A loud ring interrupts the conversation; it’s Massimo’s communicator on his right sleeve.

Baptiste expected Massimo to answer the communication immediately, but he turns confused once the Italian’s expression shifts to puzzleness “Cosa? Ma, that can’t be right…” Massimo says as he looks at the name on the communicator then points at his mask and gesturing Baptiste to grab it for him, to which the medic complies, giving the mask to him and observing him as he places it back on his face with another soft whirring sound. Pietra answers the communication, tapping on the screen “Pietra qui, who is this?” He questions; it’s obvious his Pietra facade is back in play…

Baptiste and Pietra’s eyebrows shoot up as they hear the sound of gunfire and panic from the communicator, a panicked voice being heard “Pietra?! We need help! T-the omnics are back!” A female’s voice is heard, panting and seemingly sobbing lightly “Where are you?” Pietra wastes no time to question with critical information as he gets up from the medical bed, his face twisting in light pain as his feet hit the ground, but nonetheless he sucks it up as usual, grabbing the armor patches he took off earlier “T-the Colosseo! W-we can’t shoot through them and they’re cutting through us like paper!” The woman answers back in the same tone of voice, letting out another sob. Pietra places the armor patches back on, checking the status of his mech as he answers “I’ll be there as quick as I can, hold out for a little more, Sergente” Pietra answers, grimacing at his mech’s status: 60% recovery “Please hurry… Less than half a team remains and-“ Before the Sergeant could finish her stance, the communication gets cut, causing both men in the room panic.

Pietra groans and flicks his wrist, the communicator closing and screen turning off “Cavolo!” He shouts lightly, finishing to check his mech then looking back up at Baptiste “I’m going” He simple states, beginning to rush out of the room, but Baptiste grabs the shorter man’s wrist and looks down at him “You’re hurt, you need to recover first. I’ll call whoever’s available to go in your place…” He states with a worries and firm tone “I don’t have time for that. For all I know the Sergeant got cut, too” Pietra brushes off the medic’s hand and start to rush out again “Don’t follow me, tell the team I’ll be back soon!” Pietra shouts out, then fully rushes out of the room,

Baptiste sighs with defeat, shaking his head; he should have persisted harder to let the Italian stay… He knows him too well to know that even if he called in whoever’s available for battle, Pietra will send them back without protests and hesitation… Pietra’s stubbornness always has worried the medic…

With a swift and fast zoom, Pietra finally arrives at the Colosseum, landing on the top windows and looking down at the scene; omnics tearing and rushing through soldiers like nothing, tearing down pieces of the majestic architecture, throwing civilians around like bags of potatoes… It makes Pietra angry.

In this moment, he doesn’t even remember what made him think he could ever depart from Italy, his Italy and leaving her so open and vulnerable. He’s doing nothing else but kicking himself.

With a swift jump, Pietra lands on one of the omics’s shoulders, shooting down at its head and dashing down at it, crushing it into the ground, decommissioning it effectively. With another dash, the Italian slams against a second omnic, punching it in the lens and shooting it through the mid-section then punching it again; wrapping the mech’s arms securely around the omnic and facing a third omnic, Pietra dashes toward said omnic and slams the two omnics against one another, sending a ball of bullets through the two ominc’s heads, decommissioning them as well.

Turning his head to his side and gasping as sees another larger omnic rushing toward him, Pietra extends his arms to shoot through it, but it speeds up and harshly runs into the Italian, flying upward and rushing down to slam him against the hard ground; Pietra shouts out in pain, his blue eyes looking at the mech’s status which already reached 85% damage taken… He can’t hold out for longer and he’s very well aware of it…

Shouting as he pushes against the omnic, Pietra places the mech’s hand on its neck and shoots, pushing to stand on his feet again and facing another omnic, implying the same strategy of slamming them against one another, and effectively doing so, but failing to realize that another omnic, the same model as the as the two he’s in the process of decommissioning, is rushing to him.

‘Where did these come from?! Why can’t I-‘ But his thoughts get cut short when another pair of omnics rush into the mix, joining their three companions into throwing and shooting the Italian around.

Pietra’s utterly lost; he’s already in pain from the earlier injury, now he’s gaining more from the sole fact that he’s unable to defeat these new models of omnics… He tries to stand up and retaliate against them all, but every time he does so another pair appear and join in, but his entire soul comes crushing down once he hears the mech’s alarm and sees it shutting down and retracting back.

The omnic’s red lenses staring down at the defeated and injured Italian, then move again once they see him move to try to and stand up, one of them rushing toward him and wrapping its arms around him, flying at a great speed through the walls of the Colosseo and slamming Pietra against said walls, the rest of the omnic’s following suit.

As they all fly up above Rome and the rest of Italy and finally reaching the ocean, Pietra feels at the verge of passing out as he’s shot from one omnic to the other; he hasn’t felt this hurt ever since he lost his arm… Yet the man keeps his blue eyes open from behind the mask, tears pricking the corners of them as he looks at the group of omnics who still toss his around as they all zip and zoom up above the ocean.

What gives him a smudge of hope is when his communicator begins to rings loudly as beforehand, but it quickly gets crushes as one omnic buries its hand in the suit and rips it off, tossing it down below into the sea, then being tossed to another omnic who quickly wraps its arms around him again and rushes toward the nearest structure, slamming Pietra against it for what sees like seventy times, to then grab him by his left arm and tossing him down toward the ocean.

The water hits Pietra much like a slap to his back, sinking down into the deep blue; he tries his best to swim up, but every movement sends pain shooting through his entire body, the armor patches making much heavier than he truly is; he can’t bear the struggle and pain anymore, involuntarily opening his mouth from under the mask as his eyes close, letting his body go and letting the water fill his lungs; he can’t help but feel as if it’s truly over for him… all the people he left behind, all the last words he said to others… they all replay in his head… especially his beloved… how he’s sorry that he’s never going to see him alive again.

But… why does he faintly notice the shadow of a person swimming toward him?

The person wraps their hand around Pietra’s wrist and struggle to pull him up, then wrap their other hand around his wrist and dash upward, beginning to swim with Pietra in their grasp; gasping for air as they both reach up above the water, the person dashes again to shore, laying Pietra down on his back and attempting to remove his mask, but find themselves unable to do so. Their hazel eyes begin to carefully scan the mask, their gaze settling on the horns; placing their right hand on the tip of the right horn and their left hand just below that, they manage to snap the horn in half, which causes the mask to unlatch off of Pietra’s face. The person quickly removes the mask and tosses it to the side, rushing to tear off the patch of armor on the Italian’s chest and tossing it as well “Come on, please be okay…” The person’s soft and worried voice breaks as their hazel eyes look down on Pietra.

Placing their hands into a certain grip with one another then starting to preform CPR on the Italian, they occasionally place their right hand flat against Pietra’s chest as a soft pink and yellow glow emits from their palm, then go back to preforming CPR; their breath catches in their throat as Pietra begins to cough, the water expelling from his lungs as air finally fills him, turning around and beginning to vomit and cough out the water that filled him, breathing deeply as his vision begins to unblur. The person sighs deeply again, placing two fingers on Pietra’s neck and checking for his pulse.

Pietra freezes when he realizes he’s not alone; turning around as quickly as he can and pointing his mechanical hand toward the other person, even if its deactivated, Pietra’s ready to put up another fight even if he’ll lose it. His blue eyes go wide as he lays his gaze on the person in front of him, completely unfazed from his action and only carrying a worried, teary-eyed gaze…

“Bua?” His hoarse voice whispers in disbelief, his hands dropping down as he stares at his former boyfriend.

Niran chokes out a sob, tears falling from his face as he moves his shaky hand to cup Pietra’s- no, Massimo’s- Massimo’s face “Oh, Max…” He simply whispers as he looks deep into his former boyfriend’s blue eyes “You’re alive…” He whispers again as chokes out another sob, shifting to get closer to Massimo and wrapping his arms around him, trying to be as gentle as possible “I thought I’d lost you for good…”

Yes, I am leaving it on a mild cliffhanger! (Insert evil laugh)

In all seriousness, here is Pietra’s chapter in Invasion!

Next one will be- ah, I’m not going to spoil it! But I’m pretty sure it can be guessed, right?

Stay tuned on here to know more!

Curious about anything? Asks are always open!

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Another MagicWeaver fanfic because I love them sm, they're on my mind 24/7

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Mentions of blood, slight panic attack, googled Polish🇵🇱

Word count: 2,5k

It's not proofread and English is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

Waiting for the ship to land, a couple of people were standing on the landing site, for the team that had been sent on this mission to show their faces. Niran Pruksamanee was one of them, he mainly wanted to check for injuries and get the latest updates on everything. As the ship opened its door after it had landed safely, someone quickly rushed out, seemingly panicking. Niran managed to get a glimpse of who it was, Aleksander. 

Pushing through the few people that were waiting, Aleksander ignored everyone who even dared to call out his name. He needed to clear his head from everything that had gone wrong during the mission. He had lost control again over his magic and it made him feel sick to his stomach. Aleksander never knows what is happening when he is no longer in control, all he knows is that people have most likely gotten hurt because of him. He needs to get away from people before something goes wrong again. Rushing through the door of his room and locking it behind him, Aleksander fell to the floor, clawing at his armor and throwing it in the corner once he'd gotten it off him. His boots and his eyepatch got the same treatment before the man pulled his knees up to his chest and pushed his palms into his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose Aleksander did not feel any better. He sees glimpses of what had happened when he lost his cool, and like he suspected earlier, people had in fact gotten hurt. 

Running around the base, Niran is looking for Dr.Novak, asking anyone who he came across if they had seen the man. Almost all of them told him no, they had not seen the man, until he asked an older member of overwatch, Agent Zero, “I’ve seen him rush to his room, seems to me he is not doing well, best you take it easy with him Niran,” and with that Niran thanked her and made his way to the mage’s room. 

Uncurling himself and getting up from his position on the floor, Aleksander slowly made his way to the bathroom, deciding that splashing some water on his face may do the trick in making him feel better. Letting the water run over his hands, they slowly began to tremble but ignoring this Aleksander splashes his face a couple of times before turning the water off. Gripping the sink with a deathlike grip he looks at his reflection in the mirror. A tired man stares right back at him, his hair is a mess and there are eye bags clearly visible. Scowling at what he sees, Aleksander straightens his posture, letting his hands wander to his hair and pulling it out of the messed up bun. His breathing becomes more labored the longer he stares at his reflection. What previously was panic has now become anger, anger directed at himself for losing control like that. 

In a blink of an eye he had smashed the mirror into pieces, not even registering the pain that shot through his hand nor the blood that was now covering some shards of the mirror. Letting out an angry shout, Aleksander walked back to the room with an ugly expression on his features. He begins pacing around while running his non-bloody hand through his hair, even gripping the sandblond locks. Being so caught up in his own thoughts and anger Aleks barely registered the knocking on his door, but he did hear it and he wanted to shout at the person to leave him the fuck alone. 

“Sasha?,” 

That voice, that nickname, why did it have to be Bua of all people. Aleksander stopped in his tracks, he wanted to scream at the other man, tell him to leave him alone. But he didn’t, dropping his hands beside his body, his shoulders sagged. 

“Will you let me in please? I want to check on you,”

Blinking away the tears that swelled in his eyes, Aleksander took a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak, “Leave Bua, go away,” 

“No, not until you let me see you,”

“Go away!”

“Sasha-”

Walking up to the door, Aleksander glared at it, getting tired of this back and forth, “Odejdź” He spat out the word like it was venom, hoping that it would make it clear that he did not want to be seen like this. 

Niran sighs as he hears the word being spat at him, it is never good news whenever Aleksander will switch to his native tongue. This only made the white haired man more determined to get in the room and help the mage. “Nothing you say will change my mind Sasha, i just want to help you,” hearing nothing but silence for a minute, Niran was about to walk away until he heard the door being unlocked. Straightening his posture he looks at the disheveled man in the doorway. Before Niran could ask if he could come in, Aleksander already moved to pull Niran inside and closed the door behind them. 

Looking around the room Niran’s eyes landed on the armor, boots and the eyepatch that Aleksander had thrown in a corner, sighing softly he now understood why the other was so determined to keep everyone out. Turning around to face the man Niran noticed just how exhausted he looked, he also noticed the bleeding hand and he immediately reached for it. “What happened? Did you hurt yourself?” He was met with silence so Niran just assumed that is exactly what had happened. Taking Aleksander to his bathroom, Niran’s eyes fell on the broken mirror and the dots started to connect, but he didn’t comment on it. He simply sat Aleksander down on the edge of the bathtub and began rummaging through the cabinet for some bandages. 

Aleksander slowly began to feel the pain register, he was too caught up in his anger to notice before. The bleeding hand began to tremble as he tried to take deep breaths through his nose, he felt pathetic and he certainly did not like Niran seeing him like this. Getting lost in his thoughts, Aleksander didn’t even notice that Niran had crouched down in front of him with the bandages and spray in hand. He only snapped out his destructive train of thoughts when the other man gently took his hand and put the spray on it. Wincing at the stinging feeling Aleksander fought the urge to pull his hand away. 

“Sorry,” Niran whispers, almost afraid to break the silence that had settled over them. Putting the spray aside when he was sure he had cleaned all wounds, Niran slowly began wrapping the bandages around Aleksander’s hand with gentle fingers. 

Fidgeting with the fingers of his non-injured hand, Aleksander took this calm moment to look at Niran. He has always thought that the man in front of him was pretty, gorgeous even, but it was rare to be the center of his concern. Keeping an eye on Niran, Aleksander felt his heartbeat quicken, heat rise to his face and his previously destructive thoughts stop completely. He knew he should feel scared of these feelings, he has always been scared of developing them in the first place, but this felt nice. It felt good even. Watching the man rise back to his feet after he was done with wrapping Aleksander’s hand, he looks at the hand that Niran was offering him to help him back to his feet. Taking it the two walked back to the room. 

“Want to tell me what happened to cause all of this?” Niran knew the reason already, the others had told him what had happened but he wanted to hear it from Aleksander himself. Hoping to get a better understanding of this complex being in front of him. 

Averting his gaze, Aleksander sat down on his bed. He wanted to tell Niran what happened, he really did, but he was afraid of the judgment that might come with telling it. 

Sitting down next to the other man, Niran patiently waited for Aleksander to tell him. Raising his hand to tuck a piece of the sandblond locks behind the other’s ear, looking as the blue eye looked around the room. 

"Przepraszam,” Aleksander sighed, finally making eye contact with Niran, “I lost control over my magic… People got hurt,” He whispers, it still haunts him that whenever he is no longer in control bad things happen. “I never wanted it to happen, yet it did-” A warm and soft hand took Aleksander’s own and at that moment everything spilled from his lips, from the moment he had felt the control slip, to the glimpses he saw of what happened during it and the panic that filled his body when he regained consciousness. 

Niran listened to everything that Aleksander told him, not judging the man like Aleksander had thought he would’ve, but nodding and gently squeezing his hand. He felt safe, like he could tell Niran anything and the man wouldn’t hold it against him like so many others had done in the past. Taking a deep breath Aleksander stopped his rambling, squeezing Niran’s hand back he felt all sorts of emotion bubble to the surface. Including the feelings he had for the other man, the feelings he so desperately tried to bury and ignore. But he didn’t want to ignore them anymore, Niran might turn him down, not return Aleksander’s own feelings, but that would be alright, he would get over the rejection. 

Taking the silence of Aleksander as a sign he was done talking, Niran nodded slowly, not sure if anything that he might say would help, but he still felt the need to break the silence. “I’m certain that with time this will no longer happen, that you will be in full control at all times, Sasha,” Niran had seen the power the other holds, it would take time to be in proper control of it all, “But you will not have to do it on your own,” He offered a faint smile to Aleksander and snorted softly in light amusement when Aleksander averted his gaze again. It was almost adorable.

Fighting the urge to scoff at the snort he heard from Niran, Aleksander couldn’t help but feel the heat return to his face, “Thank you,” he whispered, returning his gaze to the one of Niran, not being able to help the faintest smile forming on his face. 

“Thank you for allowing me to help,” Niran whispered back before laughing when Aleksander dropped his hand and lightly shoved the taller man off his bed, covering his face so he avoided getting smacked by a pillow. He sometimes forgets just how easily Aleksander can get flustered like that. 

“Stop laughing!”

“Then stop trying to smack me!” 

Dropping the pillow he was holding back on the bed, Aleksander stood over Niran, which was a mistake because now the man on the floor could pull him down. Bracing for impact, Aleksander made a face at Niran, “Why did you do that?”

Shrugging from his position on the floor, “Now we’re even!” He still had a bright expression on his face, the tension from earlier now clearly broken by the two fooling around. Rolling on his side so that he could face the mage, Niran once again tucked the sandblond locks behind the other’s ear, “Hey,”

Rolling his eye Aleksander couldn’t help but smile, he had to admit that the idiocy of Niran was rubbing off on him, “Hey,” the man said back to him, letting his eye roam Niran’s face for the who knows how many time, “Can i tell you something?” Aleksander needed to get it off his chest now, he needed to tell Niran how he felt about him. 

Raising his brows, Niran adjusted his position, “Of course, you can tell me anything,” He thought it would be another bad thing that Aleksander had gone through, or something terrible he had witnessed that he wanted to get off his chest.

A deep breath, his eyes closed for a little while Aleksander was trying to find the right words. Once he found them he nodded and opened his eyes again, looking at the concerned face of Niran, “It’s nothing bad, I promise,” seeing relief wash over the features of the other man, Aleksander fought the urge to snort in amusement. Taking another deep breath Aleksander let it spill from his lips, “When I'm with you I feel like myself.  I feel like every side of me is present and accepted.  and I feel good about it—  I feel good about who I am when I'm with you,” 

Was Aleksander confessing his feelings? His feelings for Niran? Niran felt his breath catch in his throat, he felt his heart speed up, heat rise to his face. He knew he was staring at the other with wide eyes, happiness washed over him and a big smile made its way onto his face. 

“It’s okay if you don’t–” before Aleksander could finish his sentence Niran had grabbed his face and peppered it with kisses. Oh. OH. His heart skipped a beat as he genuinely laughed for the first time in months. 

Pulling back, Niran had a grin from ear to ear, “Of course I return them Sasha, I was afraid I might never get the chance to act on them,” running his fingers across Aleksander’s face the two layed there on the floor for a minute, or maybe longer, neither of them was paying attention to the time anyway. 

After a while Aleksander got antsy, “As much as I would like to have you do that,” gesturing to the calm tracing of the other’s fingers, “I would prefer to get off the ground,” Aleksander shot Niran an awkward smile, the floor wasn’t the most comfortable place to be.

Processing what Aleksander had just said, Niran sprung into action, quickly getting up himself before helping Aleksander off the floor. Holding the mage’s hand, Niran brought it up to his lips and gave it a kiss, “Better?”

Chuckling at the gesture Aleksander nodded, “Much,” cupping Niran’s face for a brief moment, Aleksander turned to look at the mess he had made in the bathroom and made an uncomfortable face. “Suppose I’ll have to explain what happened to the mirror,” Dropping his hands to his sides he then made an apologetic face at Niran, “I’m sorry for cutting this short, But–”

“But you need to clean yourself up and look presentable before you inform Winston about the mirror?” Niran finished the sentence for him and normally it would annoy the absolute shit out of Aleksander, but now it was appreciated. Aleksander nodded, “Tak,” 

Leaning forward to press another kiss on Aleksander’s face, Niran understood the need for privacy, “When you’ve done all that, come look for me,” making his way to the door Niran opened it and turned to face Aleksander, “See you in a bit my mage,” 

Smiling softly, Aleksander made a sound of approval, “I’ll see you soon then, Bua,” nodding the other goodbye he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, Aleksander felt like things would go better from now on. 

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