Missing in Action || McCree x Reader x Hanzo

Chapter Three: Welcome Home

"So, you're saying you want back in?"

"I don't have an awful lot of time to explain," you huff into the glowing panel. Your hands grip tighter onto the steering wheel of the small, private ship you had "borrowed" years ago. You were definitely out of practice in your flying skills.

"We can open up the base for you to fly in," the old commander's voice groaned. "But you really should start calling before you head in here."

"This is literally the first time I've done this."

"Regardless, if I wasn't so determined to have you back on the team, I would have denied your request to fly in."

"See you soon, buh-bye!" You quickly ended the conversation. This wasn't the time to deal with another one of Soldier's relentless chastising.

Your heart swelled with joy as Overwatch's large watchtower came into view. Part of you wanted to go back home. Part of you wanted to see what would happen to Anette, but another large part of you told you where your duties lie.

Something about seeing the two former teammates had stirred something within you. Perhaps you missed them or maybe you were just lonely. But the solitude had gotten to you and being a cook wasn't what your [weapon] was meant to do. And as its loving owner, you were not going to lock it away any longer.

The hangar opened up to your ship coming aboard. Your landing was a little bouncy but you managed to park perfectly. You unbuckled yourself to emerge from the lowering doors of the ship. Much to your surprise, a small crowd had gathered for your homecoming.

Your eyes welled up with tears as several of your old friends and comrades waved at you. You can hear Lena's voice cheer from behind the crowd. When your feet finally touched the floor of the watchtower's hangar, the youngest girl came out and hugged you tightly.

"Hana!" you couldn't help but laugh. Lena joined and soon the three of you were lifted by the titan known as Reinhardt. Everyone else crowded around you with laughs and 'welcome home's.

"Slow down, everyone!" the medic of the group chimed in. You looked up to see Dr. Angela Zeigler and grinned. She gave you a smile and a slow nod of her head to acknowledge you. "May one of you show her to her room? She must rest after a flight like that!"

"Teach her how to land first!" Lucio joked and the crowd laughed. You flushed with embarrassment as Lena took your bag out of your hand and offered to be the escort to your room.

"Please meet me in my office as soon as you're settled!" Angela called out to you as you walked off with Lena. "You are much overdue for a physical!"

"I will!" you chimed back.

"You're lying," Lena whispered.

"I know."

~*~

While unpacking in your new/old room, a knock came upon your door. Assuming it was the infamous Tracer, you easily invited them in.

But when you looked over your shoulder at the sound of the door opening, you jolted at the sight.

"Welcome home," the cowboy's southern drawl hit your ears like a train. "Did my little visit persuade you?" His smirk made you roll your eyes.

"I came back on my own terms," you say. You watched his dark eyes flit over your body before meeting yours, acting like he wasn't caught looking at you. Your uniform was always rather form-fitting to your curves and muscles. And suddenly, you were very self-aware of the fact that the last time he saw you was when you were wearing baggy cook clothes. Now, your uniform was taut against your chest so that it protected your skin from chafing against your armor.