Tracer x Male Reader (no, I'm not clever enough to come up with a good title)

Curtain Fall: The Sequel (Electric Boogaloo)

(A/n): Ok, so like I said last chapter, I'm going to save the huge, gushy essay for after the story, or for even a completely different part. So, keeping it short, thank you again and again, and enjoy! Love y'all.

Voice #32: Here we go everyone! Bravo Six, going dark...

     "Shit. Who the hell cut the power?" Mccree muttered. "This wasn't part of the plan." 

"There was a plan?"

"Both of you. Shut up." Mccree and Genji shared a look and quickly fell silent. It was quiet. Way too quiet. "Hold."

"Ambush?"

"There's no way it's not, dumbass," 

"Both of you. Shut the hell up." they both fell silent again. Your (e/c) eyes flicked around the room, darting from shadow to shadow. Dammit you could use your suit right about now. You tapped your sword against the concrete wall, the sound reverberating through the chamber. "Genji."

"Got it." There was a small click and a soft whirr as Genji's visor began faintly glowing a striking lime-green.

"What do you see."

"Circuit box. 22 degrees North of your position."

You nodded curtly and clicked a button on your katana. The blade began to vibrate and spark, flicking your immediate surroundings in strobes of electric blue. You closed your eyes and inhaled a cold, calculated breath. 

The sword whistled through the air, slicing through the cool, artificial wind as it flew through the inky black. There was a solid thud on the far wall of the room. BZZZZZZT. You slowly opened your eyes. Giant overhead fluorescent lights began flickering on, illuminating the cavernous room in a sickly yellow. Your katana, its obsidian blue blade buried half way into a rectangular circuit box, was still quivering from the impact, sparks and electricity flying off the blade and hilt. "Hm." a deep voice remarked from across the room. "You never fail to impress." The figure stood, revealing its gargantuan form and dominating size. "Yes. You never fail to impress..." The figure stepped from the shadows, and Doomfist grinned with malice. 

     "Fuckin hell." Mccree spat. "Didn't ask for this today, man."

"(Y/n). Go. Door on the left, down the hall, third door on the right. Code is one, one, one...uh...one. We will hold him here. Find her. Find Reaper." Genji remarked, staring Doomfist down. 

"Wait what? Hold him here? We will?" Mccree shot Genji a look.

"Yes." Genji slowly pulled his own, legendary, infamous katana from its sheath. He twirled it a few times, flipped it over his knuckles once and gripped it with both hands, raising it to his eye level. "We will." 

Doomfist chuckled, stepping forward. "Well, are you ready for round two, ninja boy?" Genji muttered something under his breath and Mccree took a classic gunslinger's stance. "Fuck," you cursed. This wasn't part of the plan. You started sprinting for the door Genji had pointed out. "Coward." Doomfist muttered after you, despite not making an attempt to stop you. You grabbed your sword, still skewered into the wall, on your way out the door. You turned over your shoulder one last time to see your friends. 

"Omae  wa mou shindeiru" Genji started, still staring down Doomfist. "I will see you on the other side, (y/n). Good luck."

"Drink's on me!" Mccree called after you with a chuckle. You blinked and they were already gone, the automated door quickly sealing you off. You tried to start running down the hall but tripped over your own feet. 

      I-...What...What....? 'What the hell am I doing.' The thought struck you like lightning. 'What am I doing? What the hell was I thinking? Getting my friends involved in this? Genji, Mccree? Your trainee, Baptiste? Dude's not even cleared for an S Rank mission. Bringing your brother? Soldier 76? What are you doing, (y/n)? What the hell are you doing? You had it. You had Lena back. You had your friends back. Your job back. You had everything. And you just threw it all away. You let your goddamn emotions get the better of you. Again. Just like with Lena and Emily. Just like with your parents. With school. With your past friends. With your past life. Dammit. God fucking dammit.'