Missing in Action || McCree x Reader x Hanzo

Chapter Two: Second Attempt

The sun was still high in the sky as you walked yourself off the bus stop to go back home. You sighed as you finally climbed up the stairs up to your apartment.

Releasing your hair from its tight bun, you shake it out. You ran your fingers through your hair before heading straight toward the shower.

Sighing, you undress and stand under the hot stream of water, taking in the warmth and welcoming the hot water to help relax your tense muscles. Your mind raced as you thought about what McCree had said.

The way he had pleaded for your return, the way he had asked...it almost persuaded you. But you shook your head. Overwatch activities of any kind were deemed illegal. You set yourself up for a stable life and you could die peacefully.

You wouldn't have to worry about your name being on tabloids if something happened to you. Nobody stops you in the streets to question you. No cops. No trouble. Everything you had fought for and the countless lives you had taken—all for this peace. Though it wasn't completely satisfactory, it was the closest you could get to this "peace". And you planned on dying by it.

Finally, after the shower, your mind had finally relaxed. Your thoughts began to slow down as you put on cute sweatpants and a tank top to fight the heat.

Forget McCree. He probably went back to one of their old bases. You couldn't help but smile; McCree had looked like a defeated puppy when you walked away from him that afternoon.

Part of you missed the old crew.

Part of you missed him.

Sitting down on your bed on one side of the room, you flick on the TV that rested on the wall on the other side. It began to play a drama that was already halfway through the episode.

"Shit," you cursed at yourself as you plopped down on the bed. "Did I really miss what happened to Anette?"

The heroine of the drama was going through a turning point in her life; the young girl was to either choose her career or her omnic lover despite her father's protest. Though it was corny, you had found yourself caught up with the storyline rather quickly. It was your secret guilty pleasure; this one afternoon soap.

"No!" you found yourself shouting at the glowing screen as the omnic man, Rey, had lied and declared their relationship to be a lie to save her career. Anette looked torn, overhearing Rey communicating this to her father. Your heart nearly lurched when an urgent knock rapped against your door.

You groaned in protest as you shuffled to the door. You looked through the peephole and realized it was covered up. You sighed.

"Who is it?" you barked at the stranger.

There was no vocal answer, but more knocking. You take a deep breath. Should you answer or should you ignore it? You clench your fist, getting prepared to attack as you crack the door open.

Much to your surprise, a familiar man stood on your step. Your eyes widen.

"Hanzo?" you gasp.

"Let me in before someone sees me," the man demanded. You hesitate for a moment before stepping back. Hanzo easily slipped inside without another word. For a moment, you were glad to see him. The next, you were angry your private home was infiltrated without your consent.

"What are you doing here?" you hissed as you closed and locked the door. Hanzo was staring at your soap and you immediately felt embarrassed.

"Hey, are you listening?!"

"You need to come back," Hanzo articulated, turning to face you. "We are not the same without you."

"I already told McCree," you roll your eyes. "I'm not interested. Now leave."

"I will not until you agree to come back."

"Leave!" you snapped. Hanzo raised a finger to his lips. You realize that you were in an apartment complex. Such a small place like this is guaranteed to have some ears.

"Think it over, [Y/N]," he says, keeping his voice low. "We need someone strong like you back on our team. Do you not recall all of the good times on the field? How prosperous the organization once was?"

You pause for a moment, feeling awkward standing before one of your former teammates. Though you were fully clothed, you somehow felt vulnerable. The man gets closer to you and realize he's finally about to leave. But you couldn't help but feel your chest tighten; part of you didn't want him to go.

As one of the shorter members of Overwatch, you were forced to look upwards at the archer. His mightiness did not go unnoticed, but you forced yourself to ignore it. After years of loneliness, you found yourself easily attracted to his physical attributes. Hanzo eyed you and you flushed slightly, realizing you got caught.

"Answer your phone every once in a while," he says, bringing you back to reality. You didn't move as he made his way to your door and opened it. Before he left, he looked over his shoulder one last time at you.

"And stop watching those dramas," he articulated. "They are melting your brain."

~*~

The clock struck midnight and you scooted off of your bed, unable to sleep. Your feet pattered against the cold floor as you made your way towards the back of the apartment where your walk-in closet was hiding.

You turn on the light and the closet was now dimly lit. At the back of the closet, you push aside jackets and a couple of robes. You gently rapped on the wood until a small latch lifted right above your head. You pulled it and the large panel of wood gave way. Behind it was a five-foot tall, two-foot wide high-tech Overwatch safe, designed by Winston himself.

You watched the safe glow to life in your presence. A gentle voice called out to you.

"Hello, please identify yourself."

The voice was familiar. Your chest tightened. Your eyes nearly watered with the nostalgia. Almost without even meaning to, you whisper your full name.

"Welcome back, [Y/N], may I verify you by scanning your retinas?" the safe spoke gently.

You lean forward and the scan was done in a split second. The safe greeted you once more before opening up. The door slid open and you were face-to-face with the illuminated interior of the safe.

You stare at your armor and weapons for quite a few minutes. You exhale deeply and let your head drop. You shake your head before looking back up. You grab your armor and suddenly got a giddy feeling in your gut. Unable to shake it off, you grin goofily into the safe.

"Hanzo, you jerk!" you laugh. "Dramas aren't melting my brain!"