McSombra Oneshots

˟New Years Resolutions˟

It was almost the new year. Everyone had their special someone with them. Overwatch held a party every year, welcoming past operatives, as well as members of Talon. It was a time of truce between the two organizations. The night was going great. The large hall that normally held speeches for new members was filled with various decorations. There were colorful lights all over the room, placed by none other than the DJ- which was the all-famous Lucio. The former Strike Commander, Morrison, danced next to his old friend, Reyes. Ana Amari watched the two on the side, a smile on her face and her hand within Reinhardt's non-armored one. The famous streamer, Hana Song, sat next to Lucio with a smile on her face while helping him pick out music to play while showing him her streams and playing games in between. Even Angela Ziegler, Overwatch's combat medic, was on the dance floor with her cyborg boyfriend, Genji Shimada. Hanzo, Genji's brother, was sitting with the sniper of Talon, Amélie Lacroix, talking about the different techniques they used on a battle-to-battle basis. Many others sat around the room, minding their own business or watching those on the dance floor.

     However, over on the side of the room, a lone woman sat at the bar with a shot of tequila in hand. She wore a strapless red dress that clutched to the curves of her body, falling off her hips like a calm waterfall. A split from her mid thigh down to the bottom of the dress on her right leg made it easier to move in the otherwise suffocating dress. One of her black heels sat on the floor, fallen onto its side near the bottom of the chair, while the other was still on her foot. Her perfectly manicured nails graced the edge of the now empty, and soon to be replaced, shot glass. The sound of footsteps and a gruff voice asking for a glass of whiskey shook her out of her thoughts.

     "Say, what's a pretty lady like yourself doin' at the bar all alone? Drinking shots of tequila, nonetheless," he asked, making a nod to the five shot glasses next to her right arm.

     The female looked over with a slight, yet extremely faked smile. "Oh, hey McCree. What're you doing over here? I thought you weren't into large parties like this." On the outside, she had a happy look. However, the male could see it in her eyes that something wasn't right.

     "I came for the drinks, but got caught up talking with Captain Am.. I mean Ana. About the good ol' days. Back when she used to fix my uniform when I put it on wrong," he told her, nodding to the bartender and taking a sip of his whiskey. "Y'know.. You never answered my question, Sombra."

     His voice was deep and shook her out of all her thoughts. "I don't like parties. There's too much... socializing.. You and Gabe both know that groups this big aren't something I'm a fan of. I work in the shadows. I wanna stay there, sabes? Ame even made me dress up for this. Shopping with her is the worst," she told him with a slight trace of sorrow. As much as she wanted to enjoy the fact that enemies were being friends for a night, she couldn't. Every single part of her body felt like leaving, like disappearing back into the shadows until Gabe or Ame came to tell her it was time to return to the Talon base.

     "...lin'.. Darlin'? Y'there?" McCree waved his mechanical hand in front of her eyes to grab her attention.

     "¿Qué? Dios Mio, McCree. You're gonna scare me out of my chair one of these times," she told him with a slight hiss. She wanted to be alone within her own thoughts, scrolling through all of the things she left undone back at the base. Her computer was still on, files were still open, but the computer was locked. She had left a few tamales in the microwave from the night before, and a coffee cup in her room.

     The night slowly grew later. Dances between the younger couples started to become more and more erotic after they showed up at the bar a few times. People had shown up at the bar for a drink before disappearing back to their tables. Throughout that time, however, McCree and Sombra sat together on their own, talking about anything and almost everything that came to mind. It was an enjoyable time for the two. After all, talking for almost a year after meeting once in Rialto. Gabriel and Sombra had been on a mission there, and McCree had been visiting for a possible bounty hunting job. While the female had stopped to buy something from a store as a souvenir, Gabe had been recognized the male he used to mentor. After fifteen minutes of talking, Sombra has walked out of the store. As soon as he laid eyes on her, something switched inside of him. He felt as though this meeting hadn't just been a coincidence the two were in Rialto that day. He felt as though it was fate that they met. She jokingly flirted with him after that meeting, contacting him on her own time.