Missing in Action || McCree x Reader x Hanzo

Chapter Nine: Delicate

The room was horribly bright. Your eyes protested by clamping shut just as fast as they opened. You heard voices chattering to the side but you couldn't make out what they said.

You mentally checked your body.

Nothing is broken. The headache was down to a dull throb. You were sitting upright. Your feet were clasped together in chains. Your wrists were also in chains, tightly bound to the arms of the hard metallic chair you were seated on. Your back and neck hurt but you assumed it was because of the position and hard furniture you were forced on.

Doors burst open and you jump.

"Good, you're awake," a woman's voice says sternly. Your eyes shift up. Your joints creak with the unintentional motion of your head.

You immediately recognized her from photos—Moira O'Deorain. She was much taller and definitely more intimidating than any picture could provide. Her piercing heterochromia eyes and analytical gaze made you feel like a lab rat ready for testing.

"Welcome home, [L/N]," she flashes her teeth in a tight smile. It was like watching a snake grin before its meal. "I see the whistle still works on you."

"Release me," you demand. Even as the words fell out of your mouth, it didn't sound convincing nor threatening. It was more like a plea. You hated yourself for it.

"You are in no position to demand anything from me, young soldier," Moira simply laughs. She writes on a clipboard and gazes at you. She looks over your body before jotting down more notes.

She lifts a nailed finger and places it under your chin, forcing you to stare into her eyes. The sharp red and blue seemed to see into your core.

"You have questions," she cooed. "I have answers." She lets you go roughly and you grunt. The forced motion made your mind swim and your headache to throb. She scribbles more notes before tapping her nails against the clipboard. You wince at the clacking. This was worse than being hungover.

"Well?" she finally says. "Ask." You stare up at her, partly with surprise, then with courage.

"Why am I here?"

"To wipe your memory out before more of it comes back," Moira says so casually it was as though she was talking about the weather.

"What happened when all those people died?"

"We triggered you to attack."

"Why am I obeying your commands?"

"Too many questions!" Moira finally decided. You sigh. Of course. "But since you won't remember this moment in a few hours, might as well tell you."

You watch as the tall Irish woman sets her clipboard down. She stands in front of you with a finger to her chin as she studied you once more before smiling.

"We took you in shortly after you were hired into Overwatch," she starts. "You were so young, so malleable, so gullible, so charismatic with all of the agents. Charming, yet beautiful. Nobody would never suspect you. Wiped out your memory, hacked your progress, and we had our own easy sleeper agent! And here you are!"

"But...why...that day?"

"Because it was Overwatch's anniversary," Moira grins her snakelike grin. "The public would love to watch them go once one of their best and trusted agents went insane!"

You grit your teeth. Everything made sense. Why Jack was reluctant to have her return. Why he had other Overwatch members keep an eye on you. All those innocent people—

"All this time I thought I was fighting the right people," you whisper. You shuddered; the nightmares which you had dreamed and hoped were just nightmares was a reality.

"You have a lot of thinking to do," Moira finally says. You dare not to look up this time. "Enjoy these last few moments before we wipe you out and dump you in another city."

She picks up her clipboard and you can hear her heels click away from you. All of the nightmares and memories come rushing back to you. You truly thought you were doing what was best for the world but...but...

"I didn't kill them!" you suddenly screamed, yanking against your restraints. The metal bit into your skin and you ignored the pain. "I didn't kill them! You did it! Not me!"

You kept screaming and screaming. Your voice went hoarse and you kept screaming. You jerked and yanked on your restraints despite your skin being rubbed raw. There was no doubt it would draw some blood.

You kept screaming and laughing at them until you finally tired yourself out into the blissful darkness.

Despite the pain and the uncomfortable chair, you slept deeper than you had in years.