In Hindsight... (McHanzo) | Bodyguard AU | ✔️

Chapter Eighteen

A week passed before Jesse put his plan into motion.

It was a December night, and Hanzo was in the interrogation room. Reyes was firing bizarre, unrelated questions at him, and he was gracefully dodging them. Through the reflective glass, the cowboy was silently cheering him on.

After an hour or so, the commander came out looking exhausted. "He won't budge," he muttered in an annoyed tone. "Wouldn't explain any of the details of how he escaped the Shimadas. All he said was he wanted a lawyer." His gaze flicked towards McCree. "Or you."

The brunet felt his heart stop for a moment. He heard the excitement in his voice and brought it down some. "Well, should I?"

"If it gets him to talk..." Gabriel sighed. "Go for it. But I'm going to bed. If he kills you in there, it's not my fault."

He couldn't believe his luck. "Yes sir," he purred, quickly heading for the door.

The room was a lot more dull than he thought. The dark, gray walls contrasted greatly with the yellow ribbon in the Asian's hair. It forced the southerner to focus on him.

As the door shut, Hanzo looked up. His dark eyes were bleak and swimming with unspoken anger. When they met Jesse's, they softened for a moment. The gunslinger bit his cheek and took a seat across from him.

The ravenet stared at the table, an unreadable expression in his face. "I'm surprised your commander let you come in here."

"I'm surprised you want me in here."

He sighed loudly, running a hand through his hair. His usually beat bun was in shambles, with loose strands sticking out and falling into his eyes. Through those strands, he glanced up at McCree with tired eyes. "We need to talk."

"We do." The cowboy noticed his quiver was empty and his bow was nowhere in sight. "They must've took it from 'im when he showed up..." he thought. He heard his spurs jingle as he crossed his legs. "I'm not sure how t' start..."

"Then let me." The archer let his hands fall from his head. "I want to forgive you, I really do. And I know this is a stupid thing to be upset about, but..." He swallowed, nervous. "I want to start over with you."

"Alright then, let's start over new." The brunet leaned on the table and held out a hand. "Jesse McCree."

The other looked at his hand warily, then shook it. "Hanzo."

"Yer folks just stop at Hanzo?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Shimada."

"Nice to know you, Hanzo Shimada..." he said quietly, intertwining their fingers together. The Asian let him.

They stayed quiet for a bit, hearing the hum of the air conditioner. Finally, the southerner said, "I've thought everythin' over."

The ravenet glanced up, a hopeful look in his eye. "And?"

Jesse clicked his tongue. "I made a promise to you, didn't I? A promise that we could run away together when we got the chance?"

They were quiet for a moment, staring at each other. Hanzo searched the gunslinger's face, seeing that be was telling the truth. "I... We're really going to... You'd risk..." With a gasp, McCree was tugged forward and a pair of chapped of lips met his.

He melted into it, running his fingers through the Shimada's hair. He felt the other's hands on his face, then they pulled away. Slightly out of breath, the archer whispered, "Tell me what you need me to do."