The Fire In Her Eyes (Junkboi x Reader)
Junkrat's Pov.
"Can't believe they got us, eh Roadie?" I elbowed my partner in crime in the gut, getting a grunt in return. Maybe that town hall/ bank heist was just tad much. "JESSE GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE SO I CAN SHOVE MY BOOT UP IT!!" Was shouted behind us, Roadie and I turned to see a.... Cowboy running towards up. "Howdy fella's I was never here." He huffed as he ran past up.
"What ye think that was about?" I asked. "JESSE I SWEAR TO.... Wait who are you?" Some random sheila, holding a lit Molotov. She has curling (H/C) hair, tight black skinny jeans, a red shirt, and a flame designed bandanna hanging loosely from her neck. "New guys. Pleasure ta meet you Sheila. 'M Junkrat and this here is Roadhog." I greeted. "Huh, sounds familiar. I guess just call me Phoenix then. Or (Y/N), I don't really care. Also have you seen random guy dressed as a cowboy un- ironically?" She asked.
"Just mist 'um sheila, and you might want to toss that bomb there." I cackled, watching the last bit of fabric burn. "Oh yeaahhh." She shrugged, throwing it with out a care behind her. The bottle shattered on a few metal boxes, the fire licking around it, trying to find a way in. "And if some guy in a 76 jacket, looks and acts like he has a few sticks up his ass, tell him I wasn't playing with fire again. On strike.... Lets see." (Y/N) stopped to count on her fingers. "Six I think? At ten I have to do the dishes for a month. Bye new lads." Phoenix waved happily before walking off. On the back of her shirt, a black out line of a bird is rising.
"That sheila has some attitude, right Roadie?" I giggled. ".... You two should get along... Phoenix is a known pyromaniac in the underground. has been known to.... Rob, burn, kill, sometimes creates new and dangerous types of.... fire." Roadhog finished. "Well she's quite the bombshell then." I smiled. Who knows, maybe that girl could be some fun.
*Time Skip!!*
After being properly introduced to the rest of Overwatch, everyone walked to the mess hall. I just want to lay down. Maybe blow some stuff up. Yeah that sounds better. "How is your hair always on fire?" A familiar voice whispered behind me. I whipped around to see (Y/N) "OI!! Ya nearly gave me a heart attack!!" I scolded. "Oops" (Y/N) Smiled and shrugged. "and radiation got ta me." I blew a few burning strands out of my face, only for more ash and soot to rain on my face. Great.
"Huh. And a word for the new 'recruit', stay away from Widowmaker, she's a real bitc-" A ladle hitting the back of her head stopped her. "Je vais vous tuer pas !! Vous mettez le feu bambin brandissant!!" A woman with blue tinted skin yelled " Je vais aller à lite tout de la vôtre en feu tu baises croissant!!" Phoenix shouted back. I covered my mouth with my hands to stop the laughter. "What?" Phoenix tilted her head to the side. "D-did you just call her a croissant?" I Laughed, which cause the rest of the room to look at me.
"I said 'I'll go to lite everything of yours on fire you fucking croissant.' same difference though." She shrugged. I snorted, then full on laughed again, nearly doubling over. After a few more minutes of wheezing and cackling, I sighed and sat back up. "So Winston told me some facts 'bout you and your partner. Bombs experts yeah? I bet my Molotov's are way better than any bomb you could cook up." She boasted.
"'scuse me?! That sounds like a challenge there sheila." I stiffened. "Then lets go to the training room lad. Whoever makes the best fiery explosion wins." There is a twinkle in her eyes that I want to see more of. "lead the way." As we got up, a man wearing a jacket and has some weird visor thingy stopped us. "And where do you think you are going?" He growled. "I thought it would be a nice thing to do to show the new guy 'round. I remember how lost I was first few days." Phoenix casually threw her arm around the guys waist. I huffed angrily, feeling jealously rear its ugly head. Wait why am I jealous??
"Fine. But no more fire. Mercy was telling me how some of her new supplies 'mysteriously' got burned." The jacket guy crossed his arms. "Fine fine Jackie boy." (Y/N) Put her hands above her head in the 'don't shoot' sign. "Now come on Junkrat!" (Y/N) grabbed my wrist, pulling me down the hall. "That's 76, real hard ass. All work and no play. Plus we need a key card to get into the training simulator room." Phoenix snickered, holding up a small stripe of plastic with a bar code and '76's' face printed on it.
"Cleva girl." I laughed with her. "So here is where they have our weapons. On 'good behavior', you can use them outside. 'Coarse you are still watched but whatever." She put air quotes around good behavior. Inside is an assortment different guns, bows and arrows, an actual katana?? Roadies hook, and my grenade launcher. "aww there's my baby." I cooed, picking up any lose bombs.
"And here's mine." (Y/N) held up a large crate, clinking bottles with fabric sticking out of the top of them. "Different liquids for different effects. Even have one for green flames." She searched into the box, taking out a slightly darker bottle. "Now lets go cause some mayhem! Lead the way pretty bird!!" I wooped, (Y/N) laughed. Sliding the 'borrowed' key card into a locked door, it opened to a large white room.
"Hello hello Athena!!" (Y/N) chirped. "Hello agents. What battle simulation would you like today?" A robotic voice asked. "How about we bash some bots?" (Y/N) Suggested. "Loading Simulation.... Please stand by" Athena chirped. "So we can spend the whole day blowin' up omnic's?" I asked, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. "Pretty much. They arn't real but they hurt you if they get too close." (Y/N) winked, making the neck slicing movement. "This is going to be fun sheila."
*Time Skip!!*
(Y/N) And I panted as the last of those scrap heaps got blown to smithereens. "That was fun. Think I won though." (Y/N) hit her knuckles together, making them crack. "Pffff, nope. I was made to blow up the scrap piles." I smirked. "Are you mad?! I clearly-" The training room door opened, revealing a VERY amgry Soldier 76. "Hey there Jackie boy." (Y/N) rubbed the back of her head, shifting from foot to foot. "What did I tell you about stealing my stuff and breaking into the weapon closet?!" He roared.
"Hmmm, I think that Firecracker here and I should leave!!" (Y/N) Yelped, grabbing my hand and sprinting to the other side of the long room where an emergency exit door waited. "You are quite the bombshell Sheila!" I laughed as the fire sprinklers went off when the emergency door opened, 76 yelling at us the whole way. "Slow down bombshell!! I only got one leg 'ere!" Maybe this whole Overwatch thing won't be so bad with her.
She pulled me into a small room, a closet I think and covered my mouth with her hand. "shoosh. Not many people pay attention to this place." She whispered, I nodded. The sound of combat boots faded away. "What now bombshell?" I smirked. "Well I can think of a few things." (Y/N) purred, leaning closer.