Missing in Action || McCree x Reader x Hanzo

Chapter Four: Rest and Rehabilitation

The skies were dark and grey. A small wisp of your breath escapes your lips against the cold air. You almost wished that you had taken McCree's offer on his cigar and taken a puff. You sure needed something other than just cold air and adrenaline to keep yourself calm.

"Come on out, chica!" a male voice shouted at you. It echoed in the alley and off the dumpster you were hiding behind. It reeked as you took a deep breath.

"Or her head blows!" another male voice chimed. There was laughter. You remember counting eight different pitches of laughter. A minimum of eight men holding a girl hostage.

"Let her go and you walk away!" you shouted back. You prepared your weapon, but it was jammed. You cursed yourself as your hands quickly went to work.

"You have some nerve to try to persuade us now, Overwatch slut!" the first male voice screamed. Your blood began to boil.

*Click!*

Your weapon was fully functional. You grinned as you leapt upwards. The gang members' paints were perfect little targets for you to aim and shoot.

The girl's wide, terrified eyes were overflowing with tears. You winked at her, trying to reassure her. But you knew that there was no way to cheer her up until you got the barrel of the gun off her head.

With a swift movement, you leap over the dumpster and shoot two of the gangmembers down; Killing the one whose gun was aimed at the girl's head and the man closest to her right. You swung around and hit another man to the ground with your weapon. He was out cold.

You still killed him. The remaining five began to open fire. You grab the girl and yank her away from the scene.

"Wait!" the girl panted before you. You suddenly realized that you were much more athletic than she was.

"Y-you're [Y/N] from Overwatch," she tried to say over her pants. "Right?"

"Of course, you're safe now," you say without a sweat. You finally pause, hearing the remaining five had become greater in numbers.

Quickly, you turn around to pick the girl up, holding your weapon away from her body. She shuddered as you held her.

"Don't worry, you're safe now," you mutter to her gently.

"No, I'm sorry," was your response. Your legs suddenly felt cold as a heat flooded your stomach. You freeze mid-run and felt yourself collapse. But regardless, you held onto the girl and protected her from the fall.

On your back, you look up into the grey skies. You immediately knew the feeling in the center of your abdomen; you had been stabbed.

The girl looked down at you with her brows arched in worry. She frowned as you were suddenly surrounded by all the gang members, guns pointed down at your head.

"Good job, Luisa," one of the men patted her on the back. "Finally got one of the peskiest ones down."

The girl looked down at you with sorrow in her eyes. You tried to tell her with your eyes that you forgave her; that you knew that she was coerced into doing this. That you weren't mad at her but mad at them.

~*~

"[Y/N]! Wake up!"

You jolted upwards, startled from your sleep. You felt your heart pounding that it felt like you were back in that alleyway. Your hair stuck to the frame of your face from sweat. Your eyes dart around the room to see Lena at the door. She was frowning.