Missing in Action || McCree x Reader x Hanzo

Chapter Sixteen: Extinct

The morning sun glared at you and you groaned. You look around your surroundings and sniffed the blankets; it was your bed.

"I'm home?" you talk aloud to yourself as you slowly sit up. You rub your head and huff out a laugh. You didn't remember even leaving the club. "I'm getting better at drinking."

But what startled you wasn't the fact that someone had tucked you in, but rather the smell of fresh-brewing coffee that morning. The timer for the coffee maker was broken—it couldn't have made it by itself.

Panicked, you get out of your party clothes and get into comfortable jeans and a tee, and rush out, ready to attack.

In the middle of your kitchen, Hanzo was preparing you a cup of coffee. When he saw you, he jolted for a second before he relaxed.

"I apologize for using your kitchen," he started to say, placing two mugs on the round table that separated the kitchen from the living room. You suddenly hated how small your studio apartment was. "But I did not know if you like lattes, thusly I made a cup here."

"I like my coffee with one sugar and light cream," was your response as you sat down at the table. You look around and realize that he had even taken the liberty to organize your things.

"What happened last night?" you ask as Hanzo handed you your coffee. You sip it—perfect.

"You were too intoxicated and I agreed to take you back here," Hanzo said, taking a seat across from you and sipping his own coffee.

"And McCree?"

"He went back to Overwatch to cover for us."

"Cover?"

"It will buy us some time."

"For?"

"We...," his quick, confident answers came to a complete stop. You watched the man fidget with his mug before taking another sip. "We must talk."

You stare at him, waiting for him to speak. You observed him for the first time that morning. Hanzo had found the time to dress down in a plain shirt and sweats. Oddly casual for a man who is in someone else's home.

Hanzo reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar-looking dog whistle. Your eyes widen at the sight of it—it was the instrument that had hurt you so badly in the past. Now that you stared it down, you see the slight blue glow in the sides of the whistle as though it was charged with something.

"It is the last copy of the whistle," Hanzo continued. "And it is yours."

"How did you—"

"It does not matter how I attained this," he interrupted. "But you must know that I do not blame you for what happened. I only wish to see you finally be freed from your shackles."

You stare at the whistle. You gently take it. It was slightly warm. It vibrated with energy. It intrigued you, but suddenly you began to hate it.

You crush the whistle in your hand. It didn't break easily, but the crack when it finally gave was satisfying. You open your hand to see the crushed participles of what once was a powerful weapon to use against anybody who opposed Overwatch. Or, as experienced in the past, to be used against innocent people.

"You will never be used as a weapon again," Hanzo said gently. You kept your eyes on the broken whistle in your hand. "You can do whatever you like now."

You remained silent for a while. You weren't sure what to do. You could go back to Overwatch, but you couldn't trust that your superiors would try to recreate the whistle and make you a weapon again. You couldn't stay here and be a cook or a barista forever—you would go crazy from boredom.

"I don't know what to do now," you admitted. Your voice came out hoarse and you sipped your coffee, clenching your fist and keeping the whistle concealed from your view.

To your surprise, a tattooed arm came into your view and a hand went over your clenched fist. You look up, startled. Hanzo was looking deep into your eyes. The sudden intimate contact made you blush.

"Come to Hanamura with me," he said. You blink, trying to make sure you heard him right. His words echoed in your mind and you shook your head, trying to clear it.

"You can live at my home as a personal guard," he offered. "You can be paid salary. It will not be as much as Overwatch, but it is a decent living. The temple is huge and you may even have your own section if you desire. But it is also well-guarded. Overwatch cannot touch you under the Shimada jurisdiction."

You huff out a laugh as you pulled back your arm. You got up and put your mug in the sink and threw away the whistle into your small incinerator trash can, which disposed of the item quickly under intense heat. All the while, Hanzo watched you.

You went to the fridge and took out some eggs and uncooked bacon. You began to prepare your stovetop for cooking.

"Want some breakfast?" you say, barely looking over to speak.

Hanzo came up behind you and gently took your shoulders. It made you stop moving, but you were shivering. Whether it was from excitement or fear, you couldn't tell.

"You do not have to answer now," Hanzo said gently. "But when you are ready, I will be waiting for an answer."

You turn around to argue, but he simply took your cheek and pressed his warm lips against yours. You whimpered, your hands moving to either push him away or bring him forward. When you couldn't decide, you ended up resting your hands on his arms.

The kiss was soft, gentle, and warm. All the while you can feel his need to feel you behind it, to kiss you deeper, to take you and claim you as his.

The knock on the door interrupted the two of you and the kiss ended with a slight popping sound. Your face was flushed and you could see a tint of redness in Hanzo's well-defined cheekbones. You smile shyly before approaching the door.

Nobody stood there, but the newspaper for the day was delivered. You pick it up and you were about to toss it to the side as usual, but the cover stopped you. Hanzo approached you slowly, watching with curiosity.

"Is something the matter?" he asks gently.

You hand him the newspaper and it only takes him a moment to read the cover.

'OVERWATCH'S SECRET WEAPON FOUND IN LOCAL CITY: POLICE ON SEARCH FOR HER WHEREABOUTS'

Fear clenched your gut and you look at Hanzo with wide eyes.

Hanzo immediately took action. He went to find a bag and when he did, he handed it to you.

"We are leaving," he said, moving quickly. "Get ready."