Jesse shot up from his seat, waking up from his unconsciousness, and trying to regain his senses; however , he was quickly yanked back down, his hands cuffed to a metal desk situated in front of him, preventing him from moving away from the table. McCree had a worried expression at first, scrambling at the cuffs, distressed, yet he quickly cooled down, getting to a calmer state and thinking more logically around his situation, letting his grip on the metal handcuffs go.
Looking around the room it was bare, grey walls, cracked and in a deteriorating state, red marks imprinted sporadically, not giving the young man an optimistic look as to what will happen to him, whenever the people, Overwatch, come to speak with him. He was alone in the room, but a lone chair sat adjacent to him, slightly ajar, perhaps someone had been sitting there recently, Jesse wasn't sure but he had to be prepared for someone to arrive back soon.
A buzzing yellow light hung above the young cowboy, piercing the quiet atmosphere with its abrupt sound, annoying the young man and preventing him from thinking clearly. Behind him was all the same, stone bricks all around, no changes in the structure of the room, besides a large metal door opposite him, impossible for him to reach. On the desk before him, his iconic wide-brimmed hat lay, and the young man stared at it for a while before coming to the conclusion that he had feared since the beginning of the bad deal. He had been caught, his life of freedom, devoid of rules and responsibilities gone, in an instant, and memories quickly flooded his head, from his childhood, his time with the Deadlock Gang, all the things he had done for his own selfish reasons, because he wanted to.
He had only done what he wanted for himself, not caring much about how it may affect others, and he had finally gotten his comeuppance. Though, he had always disliked this life, wanting to do something more, be greater than some two-bit cowboy running around the southern border hoarding guns. Jesse had always heard about the Overwatch team, their exploits during the Omnic Crisis and all the lives that they had helped save, but he just wanted the peace and quiet he once had on the farm, where he had no worries and could mess with the farm animals, play in the fields, live not an exciting life, but an easy one. In the end everything he had done for the Deadlock Gang had been for nothing, thinking that himself and Ashe were somewhat close, McCree realised that the whole time he was just being used, he was a good shot and an even better scape-goat.
Well there was no reason for McCree to think of that now, there were more pressing concerns, however, there was one issue that he was somewhat confused about. Why had they taken him alive when they had killed the rest of the gang members that they could? He pondered the question briefly, coming to the conclusion that they would torture him for information or something similar, though this wasn't the behaviour he had heard about from Overwatch.
Grabbing his head, Jesse quickly remembered the man who had spoken to him before knocking him out, his face forming a scowl as the memories returned. The man, whoever he was, did say that they weren't the same as Overwatch, so McCree was at a loss, and didn't know what to think. McCree, with his face lowered towards the table as he spoke, heard the screeching noise of metal scratching against the door, not raising his head but eyeing the newcomer out of the corner of his eye. A gloved hand appeared around the corner of the door, before a large torso appeared from the dark hallway, the figure of a toned soldier striding into the room. Having a darker complexion, the man's stern expression pierced through the young man and McCree immediately knew who this man was, the guy who had taken him out before, almost letting out a small snarl towards the man.
The soldiers marched into the room, placing a firm hand onto the back of the lone metal chair, before picking it up and placing it opposite McCree, with the back of the chair facing Jesse, sitting down and placing his arms over the top of the chair. Simply staring at the cowboy, Jesse only returned a glare of his own, acquainting the two men quickly. The soldier leans back slightly, stretching his shoulders, before doing the same with his neck, side-to-side, and reverts to his previous position, putting Jesse off-guard.
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- Doomsday - Volume One: Gods and Monsters
Fanfiction[Doomsday Male Reader x Overwatch/DC AU] An undisclosed black site, not registered on any official document or record, left barren and destroyed. Pools of blood and piles of bodies decorating the entire facility, and not a culprit in sight. Sirens w...
