Overwatch x Reader

Ashe x McCree Part One: Should've Known You Better

Sorry McHanzo Shippers.

Narrator POV:

There she was. Hair white as snow, eyes red as blood. There she sat in the bar amongst all the noise; the laughter, the clinking of glasses. Beside her was her robotic butler, B.O.B, watching her intently. It was his job to make sure she was ok. It was what he was programmed to do. To be around the deadlock rebel at all times. Her gaze found his, "What are you looking at?" B.O.B looked away as ordered.

Something was bothering her ever since the Deadlock Gang lost their score to the Ex Gang Member Jesse McCree with his Peacekeeper and his smug grin. She hated that about him, how he manage to push down on every right button to get her so angry. And he did it without a care. What she would do to punch him to a bloody bag right about now. She clenched her fists at the thought.

"I need fresh air. B.O.B, take five." She mumbled under her breath. B.O.B looked up at her as if to ask if she was ok. She responded, "I'm fine, B.O.B. Just wait here until I come back." B.O.B hesitated to get up but respected her command. 

She walked out of the bar into the cold night with a teeth-chattering wind. Her hands went around her arms to keep warm as she began to walk to the side of the building. The bar was run down, rustic and rusty. Despite that, people still came to get a drink or to have a little fun. The noise from the bar could still be heard, muffled and jumbled. She leaned against the wall and looked outside, the sky was a deep blue with stars speckled in it. The world felt so big just by looking up at them. It was as if she was back when times were simple, less complicated unlike the way it is now. 

In the corner of her eye, she saw someone leaning on the same wall she was on; lighting their cigar and taking a puff out of it. It was him. That stupid cowboy.

His eyes look over to her, with a kind expression. "Nice to know you got off the payload, Ashe." His southern accent smooth as whiskey, but Ashe won't take any of that BS.

"What do you want, Jesse? To arrest me and my gang for a profit?" Her voice as sharp as a knife cutting into him.

He puts his hands up "I'm not interested in the money right now, I just wanted to talk." he chuckled at her feistiness. 

"Talk about what? We already had our little reunion. Your lucky I didn't shoot ya down where you were standing!" her voice building up with rage.

"And I'm thankful you didn't. Trust me on that."

"Why should I trust you? You left the gang to be some stupid Overwatch agent. We used to make fun of people like that, don't you remember?"

"I do, Ashe. But I wasn't given much of a choice. You should understand that at least."

"Understand that you left everything behind? Your friends, family, everything. You left it all to become some stupid hero?" There was sadness in her voice, outshined by pure fury. She couldn't look at him in the face. Not without breaking down crying. She has a reputation to maintain, she can't be caught crying at a bar like some lowlife.

"I can see that you're upset, can't hide that. I know you too well, Ashe." He pauses. 

"I am a better man than I was way back then. Overwatch gave me the chance of starting over and I'll never not be grateful for what they did. They showed me what a family should be like and helped pushed me to do the right thing. Deadlock was fun, but it will never be my family."

Ashe rolles her eyes, "Whatever."

"Why don't we just let bygones be bygones?" He asked.

"You know that's not it works, Jesse." Ashe starts to walk away from Jesse, determined to end this conversation as quick as possible.

"Do you honestly want to keep doing the same thing over and over again?"

She stops dead in her tracks, turning her head to Jesse.

"What do you mean by that?" She spat out, gritting her teeth.

"Recruiting more members into your little family of criminals and steal your way to get what you want. Ever thought about breaking from the routine?"

Ashe froze a bit, thinking about what to say. 

"I didn't think so." McCree let out a long puff of smoke, tapping off the ashes from the cigar.

"If you're trying to get me into you're little shin dig then you'll be sorry, McCree. I can choose how to live my life the way I want to and YOU can't say anything about it that will change my mind!" she yelled at him, not caring if the gang could hear her.

"Thought I'd try. Just because I left doesn't mean I won't forget the good times we've had together, Ashe."

"Whatever, McCree. Get going before I stick a bullet in your face."

He laughs, "I care about you too, Calamity Ashe."

"I don't care."

"You sure?"

"SHUT UP MCCREE!"

McCree laughs even more as Ashe's faces gets more and more red every time she denies it.

"Alright, I'll go. Don't want you turning too red on me."

Ashe growls at him as he walks into the night, taking out his cigar and stomping it on the ground.

"Tell B.O.B I said hi." He didn't look back as he walked away from the bar with his serape waving in the breeze.

"Happy trails, cowboy." she mumbled under her breath.

Walking into the bar, everyone was toned down with slight chatter amongst friends. B.O.B waited in the same spot as before. When he heard the sound of her heels hitting the floor, he looked at her with his emerald green eyes. "How did it go?" seemed like what he was asking.

"Everything's fine, B.O.B. McCree says hi."

Ashe sat next to him, leaning her head on his metallic shoulders. She would never admit it, but she loved that cowboy.

The End

Also I had a realization that B.O.B is basically Baymax from Big Heroes 6. Idk if anyone in the fandom hasn't realized it yet but now you know. I bet B.O.B and Baymax would be great friends. Thanks for reading!