Forgotten Friendship | Genji x Reader

Recovery

"Y/N Are you alright?!" Genji was the first one to greet you when you got off the aircraft. As in he was running onto the aircraft as soon as it landed. "Athena announced what had happened. Are you harmed?"

"Not at all." You try to seem confident, but you weren't really sure. Jack's comments on the ride here were confusing and you didn't want Genji to pick up on them. "Torb's flick shoes; whatever he calls them, saved me from getting sniped."

"Ah, so they vorked." Torb walked up to you, "Return them to me when you change so I can duplicate them."

"Sure thing." You turned back to Genji. "Can we get off the carrier now? I wish to rest."

"Of course."

You head off the air craft, hearing the heavy boots of the rest of your team as you walk to your room. The sound of the door clicking shut being enough for you to let go. Your hair was removed from its tight braid, your boots were off; a reminder to return them to Torb was put in place, and your pants came swiftly off. 

You wanted to rest, and try to think things through. Jack never seemed to be the type to flirt, especially with another agent. While he wasn't your commander, he was your commanders commander and the same rules should apply.

You lay back on your bed with a sigh, closing your eyes to get a small nap before turning things to Torb and getting a post mission workout in. You're going to need to punch something.

~

You were sitting in the med bay, Angela looking you over for any injuries that may have been ignored in the heat of battle. The worst you came out with is a slightly sprained neck and wrist, nothing more.

"I told the commander I was fine." You muttered as you hopped off the table. "He was with me."

"Jack wasn't who asked me to check on you." Angela spoke calmly. "A fellow agent did, you mean a lot to them."

"Who?" You were sure it wasn't anyone you were with, Tracer was in worse condition than you were by a mile, and if Ana was worried she would have checked on you herself. "If it wasn't Jack, who-"

"Y/N..." 

You turn your head to the door, seeing Genji there, his mouth guard removed, a worried look on his face. "Yes, Genji?"

His eyes felt as though he was looking at every part of you at once. Only stopping when they fall on the bandages on your wrist. "What happened?"

You raise your arm to look at the bandages before shifting your eyes to his, "I have a sprained wrist."

"She is on rest for the next few weeks." Angela spoke on your behalf. "No missions. No training. Not until her neck is better."

"Her neck?!" Genji dashed over to you, his hand carefully examining your neck. "What's wrong with her neck?"

"It's sprained, Genji." You sigh, figuring out who asked for you to be checked out. "I'll be fine, nothing worse than from when we were children and I fell out of the tree. I will heal, you know I will."

He let out a small sigh, "I should have gone."

"You know you couldn't have." You place your good hand on his, bringing his attention to you. "I was a special case. You know you can't go on an Overwatch mission. I needed experience."

"And it got a sniper on you."

"If I saw them first they would be dead." You smiled at him, "McCree taught me well enough."

"And Ana taught me a think or two." McCree leaned on the door frame, spinning his gun around his fingers. "Jefe is lookin' fer ya, Genji."

"Reyes can wait." Genji didn't take his eyes off you.

"No, you go see Reyes now." You say softly, "I am fine. I'll be in my room soon enough. Don't get in trouble, we're not kids anymore."

Genji let out a sigh, but nodded. Reluctantly removing his hand from your face before bringing his mouth guard back to his mouth. Without words he walked past McCree, who just looks confused.

"What's up with 'im?"

"He is vorried." Angela spoke, "I hope the safety is on."

McCree looked down at his gun, stopping the spinning to hold it properly, "Always is" He opens up the revolver, "Empty too. Was cleanin' 'er." 

"Well return to that." You say, hopping off the table, "But first help me to my room. I can't turn my neck much."

McCree held out his arm, which you held onto with your good arm. Leading you back to your room, McCree places his peacekeeper back in its holster before putting an unlit cigar between his lips.

"Smoking after you drop me off?"

"Yeah. Last one for a few hours."

You manage to look up at him a bit, "Mission?"

"I mean I guess?" He shrugged, "Jefe hasn't said what it is exactly. Just that we will be gone for a couple days, can't smoke during the travel. Can't smoke properly on the job anyways. Can't be relaxed. Gotta rush it and then you can't savor it."

"I understand." Though you didn't smoke, you saw what happened when your father went without a smoke after a few hours of work. "Well thank you for taking time out of your relaxing to help a crippled soldier to their room."

McCree let out a low chuckle, "Not a problem, sweetheart. You recover fast now, I need my team."

"I will make an effort." You release his arm before going into your room, waving him off as he leaves for the back door.

You close your door and get yourself settled in bed with a book you've been meaning to read, taking in the events of the past twenty-four hours. Talon knows you're alive, and where you are. They won't let you go quietly, you're expecting a fight.

And that's exactly what you'll give them.