Missing in Action || McCree x Reader x Hanzo

Chapter Seventeen: Decisions

Hanzo was on his phone as you grabbed the last of your essentials. The last thing you approached was your safe. You grab your thin armored "uniform" and shove it into a separate duffle bag. You carefully place your rifle on top of it along with all your extra ammo. The bag became a lot heavier than you expected.

"McCree agreed to pick us up at the nearest open field," Hanzo said, pocketing his phone and helping you with your bags. "I will give him the coordinates once we find a safe spot."

"There's an abandoned soccer field where local kids will occasionally play soccer or fly drones there," you offered quickly, shoving some clothes in another bag and handing it to him to carry. You kept the weaponry bag close to your side and Hanzo seemed to respect that and didn't try to take it. "Nobody should be there right now considering either everyone is hungover or at work. The kids should all be in school right now."

"Let us leave quickly."

~*~

As promised, Hanzo sent out the coordinates to the quiet soccer field. You were relieved to see that you were right—there was not a soul in sight. But the jet McCree was flying would gain a lot of attention.

McCree arrived quickly and you were rather relieved to finally be aboard the ship. The two men were silent as the jet gained altitude. You were in one of the front seats, buckled in until the jet leveled out again.

It didn't take long for the aircraft to level out and you immediately got out of your seat. Hanzo played with something on his phone, intentionally preoccupied. You decided to give McCree some company.

"Thanks for picking us up," you say as you entered the cockpit. McCree simply smiled and gave a nod.

"Is everything okay?" you try again. McCree was silent, as though he were contemplating his answer. His nose wrinkled a little as he thought. He didn't seem the least bit hungover, considering how much he drank and danced last night. You wished you had him metabolism.

"He kissed you, didn't he?" his sharp words jolted you out of your thoughts.

You froze. You stared at the ground for a moment before taking a seat next to him. You weren't quite sure where he got that notion or if he was even spying on you. But you didn't care at that point. And honesty would probably hurt just as bad as a lie. You were tired of lies.

"Yes," you admitted. "It was brief, though."

McCree's hands clenched on the wheel before relaxing with a deep breath. Why did you feel guilty? Why did your heart thud hard against your chest? It wasn't like McCree was a committed man. And what you guys did was pretty vanilla compared to what many others would consider a fun "fling".

"I care about you," McCree suddenly said. "You know that."

Your head snapped back to make sure Hanzo was out of earshot. He was on the other side of the jet, making a few phone calls. He primarily spoke Japanese and you decided to tune him out. Why were you worried if Hanzo had heard him?

"But I know what we did was just a fun thing for you," you finally say with an exasperated sigh. "I don't like messing with playboys. You know that."

"I do know that," McCree retorted. He put the jet on autopilot and turned to you. His hands were clasped in his lap. "I haven't been sleepin' around or even approached another woman since you came back."

You stare at him for a moment in disbelief. You had to admit; you assumed that McCree went home with another woman after you retired for the night at the club. He could also just be trying to manipulate you out of jealousy.

"Where are we going?" you ask, looking at the clouds whizzing by.

"That's up to you," McCree said. He looked at you in the eyes and his eyes didn't even wander down your body.

"Excuse me?"

"Hanzo spoke to me about his plans," the other man said. There was a sternness to his gaze that made you shiver. "But I got other plans."

"Okay?"

"I want you to come back to Overwatch with me," he spoke clearly. His forward attitude never ceased to catch you off-guard. "I'll protect you from the science-y shit they put you through. That way you can keep working for Overwatch. Do some good for this society. Hanzo wants you to run away. I want you to come with me and fight back and repair all the wrongs this organization has done."

You thought about his words and you look down at your own hands. You fidgeted for a while, trying to organize your thoughts.

You see his bionic hand reach out and touch yours. It's warm. But you don't look up; you couldn't look up. You feel tears prickling the back of your eyes.

"I know it's a tough decision," McCree's voice came much gentler. Softer. Kind. Empathetic. Your heart wanted to soar at his tone, his soothing words, but it felt heavy. "I'll be flyin' around fer a little bit. It's yer choice. Hanamura or Overwatch?"

You finally look up, tears threatening to spill. McCree looked startled that you were about to cry. Never have you cried in front of anyone. Seeing you so vulnerable made him want to hold you and protect you from the world forever.

"How am I supposed to choose?" you whisper, voice shaking.

"Just know I truly care about you, [Y/N]." His mechanical hand joined his other one, holding your shaking hands in both of his. The metallic hand's temperature was neutral, but you can almost feel a genuine touch behind it. "But I can also respect if you have feelin's for Hanzo. But everything I said is true. I know I ain't got a good reputation but I'm willin' to change that for you."

You close your eyes and think deeply. Running away from everything and starting anew was such an appealing thought. But going back to Overwatch and repairing the damage they've done with someone as powerful as McCree would benefit more people.

"I can fly this around under Overwatch's radar for a few more hours," McCree patted your hands before pulling back, turning the autopilot off. He took control back easily and you couldn't help but notice how confident he looked. "So just sit back and enjoy the scenery. I can wait for yer answer."

You nod before going to the back of the jet. You primarily paced as Hanzo made hushed conversations over his phone.

The few hours came by quickly and you debated both decisions thoroughly. You make your way to the front before sitting down next to McCree once you realize your time was coming up. Your hands were folded in your lap and he barely turns his head to speak to you.

"Have you decided?" he asks. His tone is sharp, yet kind.

"Yes," you say, clearing your throat. You sit up with confidence. "I have."