The Flirt (Kinda McCree But Also All Over The Place)
(Y/N) Pov.
You knew what people outside of Overwatch, hell, even IN Overwatch thought of you. Twink, flirt, booty call, heart breaker, one night stand, slut. Whatever though, its not MY fault i'm hot. Maybe its because of the innuendo's dropped in pretty much every conversation. And the long, girl like eyelashes. Or the winks. Or the booty shorts and smooth legs. Maybe sometimes, SOMETIMES!! wearing makeup to make your eyes pop. HEY!! Its a good advantage to let people think that you are not a dangerous target, it's easier to play the cute arm candy than the big buff soldier that is always the numbero oun guy. Sometimes the best hiding spot is in plain sight.
I huffed as I dropped my spoon in the mess hall, bending over to grab it, only for a sharp wolf whistle stopped me. "Nice view there mate!" Junkrat howled. Coolly smiling and walking over to his table, sitting next to him, all but sitting on his lap. "Y'know its an even better view?? These stuffy little shorts on the floor of your room." Batting your eyelashes, leaning closer. "Eh- wait wot?" He leaned back.
"Awww, whats the matter Junkie, rat got you tongue? Maybe I could help with that." You purr, running your finger tips up and down his arms. "I uh. Need to go to the bathroom!!" He all but jumped up from the table. "oh? Should I meet you there in a few~" You wink. Junkrat just sprinted/ hobbled to the bathroom with a dark blush under the film of ash.
Huh, he left his breakfast. "(Y/N) and McCree to the meeting room! NOW!!" Tight-ass 76 barked through the intercom. Snatching some strawberries from Junkrat's forgotten tray, you casually walk to the meeting room. Slipping inside and picking the chair in the corner of the room, getting comfortable, giving a short wave to Soldier 78. McCree walked in finally.
"I called you two here because we have gotten word of a Talon attack at an art auction. Find and kill any undercover agents you come across. And try to stay in character this time McCree." 76 sighed, sliding over a file filled with all of the missions information. Skimming over it quickly. "looks like we need to get matching tux's sweetie." (Y/N) slid the file to his new partner. "Hmm. Seems that way darlin'."
*Time Skip To The Party Because I'm Lazy!!*
McCr- I mean, James and I walked into the plaza, where people dressed in overly priced dresses and tuxedo's milled around. "What do you think we should do first love?" You coo, clutching to the other mans arm. Like said before. Arm candy. "Well my darling, maybe we should get a drink and... Go upstairs?" He winked. "Why James~ Buy me dinner first~" You giggle, making McCree laugh.
Sitting at the bar, McCree ordered a whiskey on the rocks and a plain Pepsi for you. Not really a fan of drinking, but a rather large fan of knife games. My favorite knife is a hidden one, disguised as a rose in your front pocket. The velvet like 'petals' are swaying in the breeze. Just a small click of a button inside on of the thorns and poof, things get serious. Hopefully things won't get that ugly that fast. "If you will excuse me, I need to go powder my nose."
After a quick bathroom break, you walk back to the bar to see a woman trying to talk up McCree. Key word there, 'trying'. Upon closer inspection, she let out some of the front of her dress, putting some of her *Ahem* assets out. Dear lord it looks like she used a paint roller to apply that makeup. "-ow about it hansom? Where's my drink?" The stranger batted her obviously fake eyelashes.
"Excuuuuuuse me? May I ask you what you are doing with MY man?" You ask, puffing out your chest. McCree actually looks relieved. "Hmph, I should have known any man that doesn't want to buy me a drink is a dirty faggot." the prissy girl crossed her arms. "EXCUSE ME?!" You yelled, lunging at the bitch. "Woah there partner, just calm it down." McCree had to drag you off, up a flight of stairs and to the first available room.
"Let me go so I can go down and gut her." You growl, grabbing the rose knife. "we are here for a mission, not to kill some homophobic gal." Jesse huffed. ".... If she tries to start something, I WILL hide the body." You growl. "I thought we were supposed to be the good guys here." McCree sighed. "Pfff, I had some jobs before Overwatch. What do you think I did to get their attention? Anyways, you can head back down to search. I'm going to stay up here."
Jesse nodded and went back down stairs, I swear if that girl tries to... Never mind.... Stalking down the hallway, and pressing your ear against random doors. Half of them are just moaning and bed squeaking. Lucky. One room did have a faint ticking to it. As quietly as possible, opening the door and coming face to face with two men dressed in all black, holding large rifles. Between them is a ticking box the size of a loaf of bread. That looks like a bomb. Maybe Junkrat could have come on this mission too. But who could have gotten him cleaned and dressed up? Roadhog??
"What are you doing here?" The guard on the left snapped. "Oh i'm just looking for a bit of fun~ Maybe you could help me?" You wink, leaning on the door way. "Come on! Just meet me in the first door down the hall." Walking away, you listen carefully, hearing a set of foot steps slowly trailing after you. Creeping behind your closed door, waiting. A polite knock on the door made you smirk, pulling out the 'rose'. "Come in~" You coo.
The guard walked in. "Hey there beautiful. This has to be quick you know." The guard started to unzip his pants. Getting into the guards personal space, you flutter the fake rose petrels under his nose. "But be careful, this tiny rose has its thorns." Quickly flicking the switch, a two inch long blade popped from the stem. "What are you-" You bring your hand to the guys mouth, slicing a thick gash through his neck. "Sorry. This pretty boy is 'taken'. " You chuckle, letting the guard drop. The light slowly fading from his eyes.
Messing up your clothes, rustling your short (H/C) hair to make it look like you were doing... Never mind. Loosening your tie and popping open the top two buttons, flicking the switch again so that the blade disappears, hazardously putting the rose back.. Staring into the mirror, it looks like you just did the do. Perfect. Swaggering back to the bomb room, you open the door. The last guard raised his gun.
"Wanna join for round two? Your friend insists. So do I." You pant slightly. "Well-" The guard started. "Aww, please? It would be soooo good." You strut to him, dragging your fingers down their shirt. "Just for a few minutes?" You plead. "....I don't want to leave my post. Boss man would have my ass if I leave." He grunted. "Well maybe we could do it here, 'm sure that your friend would wait for me." You all but moan in his ears. "F-fine." He threw his gun in the corner of the room.
"Thanks for being such a good boy." You purr in his ear, he pressed his lips against your neck. "Oh I can be so good for you~" You mewl into his hears. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he bit into the crook of your shoulder, sucking gently. "Oh this should be a real... Snap." You chuckled into his ear. "Wait wh-" He starts but grabbing the top of his head and the bottom of his chin, forcefully twisting to the right with a loud SNAP!!
The guard dropped like a sack of potato's. "Sorry cutie, maybe in another life. Probably not though." You shrug. Panicking slightly, you go back downstairs to find Jesse. Perhaps he can disarm bombs. Hurrying downstairs, you survey the wide room. Shoot. "James my love~" You call out, weaving in between the chatting civilians. "Over here my dearest (Fake Name)." Jesse drawled out, his arm grabbing yours.
"I really, really think that we should have a quick talk upstairs." You urge. His eyes dragging over your disheveled form, they stopped on the forming hickey on your neck. "James." you urge again. "R-right... Lets go my darlin'." McCree stuttered out. All but dragging him upstairs and into the room with the bomb, he froze. "My god, what happened (Y/N)?" He asked, kicking the dead body.
"Not important. What IS important is that there is a ticking bomb here. And I maybe had to seduce the guards, using my amazingly hot moves." You wink,making McCree snort. "Damn. I don't know a lick about bombs." He opened the box, bringing out a thick stack of C4. "Should we call H.Q?" You ask. "Think we might have to." McCree put the explosives back into the box.
You nod, bringing out a com, placing it in your ear and turning it on. "Hello Hello. Anyone there?" You ask. "Winston here, what's the matter?" He asked through the static filled com. "This is (Y/N) and McCree. We may need a sudden evac. The two floors are clear but we have a bomb. Also bring Junkrat, he might know how to defuse it." You tap your foot against the ground. "Alright. The plane is on its way. There should be a clearing in the middle of the woods about a mile to your East. Head there now." Winston ordered before cutting the connection.
"Alright, help me bring this guy in the other room with his friend." You sling the dead mans arm over your shoulder. McCree copied the movements on the other side. The two of you dragged the body into the room with the other guards. Opening the door, McCree nearly dropped his side. "Sorry about the mess. If I knew I had company I would have cleaned up a bit." You chuckle without any humor. The two of you toss the dead man on the bed.
It looks like the other man tried to get help, leaving a bloodied trail for about... A foot? Maybe two. Towards the nightstand, where a phone lays, unused. "Come on, we need to grab the bomb and leave. Is there any back door we could go through?" McCree asked. "Well you could go through my back door anytime. But other than that, I don't know." You elbow him playfully. "Maybe later partner." He smirked at you. Ohhoho. Two can play at this game cowboy. "I'm going to hold you too that."
Doing a quick walk around the bottom floor, the least suspicious way out was through the kitchen, where a door for delivery trucks and quick breaks was used. Perfect. "Ok love, here's the plan. I'm going to make a scene out in the main room, then you sneak through the kitchen." You nod. "But what happens if security takes you out?" He asks. "Pfff, the security here is just for show. They would throw me through a window or something and then I can creep around to you." You smile. McCree nodded and you split off to the center of the room, where a familiar face was standing.
"Listen here you freaking homewrecker." You march over to the woman that called Jesse a 'fag' earlier. She turned to you with a sneer. "What do you want you filthy man whore." She practically spit. "HA!! I should be saying that you!! You're the one circling men that doesn't have anyone by them like a vulture!! You went after MY James because he was drinking alone! Waiting for me!! You are just looking for someone as easy as you!!" You shout. At this point, all other conversations have stopped, everyone is staring at you two.
"You are calling ME an easy lay?! Look at yourself!! You clearly are some dirty slut!" The woman screeched back. "And you!! You are a filthy whore that uses ten pounds of makeup trying to cover that awful thing that you call a face!!" You yell. "WHY YOU SL-" She shouted, slapping you in the face. Deafening silence fell through out the whole auction house.
Bringing your hand to your face, feeling the sharp stinging. "I would NOT have done that if I were you." You growl, usually your preppy and flirty voice going dark. The woman steps back, confusion and slight fear dancing in her eyes. You stalk closer, the circle of people watching grew as the woman tried to back away. "now listen here. I am giving you one chance to apologize." You whisper, waiting for her response. "I-I stand by my actions you- you fag." She mutters. A few startled gasps from the crowd arose.
running forward, you slap her across the face ten times the force she gave to you. Three much larger men dressed in fine tuxedo's sprinted to pull you off the shouting woman. "Woah there sir, please calm down." the first man tried. "THAT FUCKING FAG ATTACKED ME!! SOMEONE ARREST IT!!" The woman howled. "LET ME GO SO I CAN KILL HER!!" You shout, actual rage boiling over in your stomach.
The other two men dragged you out side, tossing you into the dirt. "We don't allow violence here." One of them scolded, a sharp golden name plate shining in the porch light, reading Kevin. "Pff, you are acting like she didn't slap me first, or call me such horrid names." You spit. ".... We will also be having a 'chat' with Ms. Christina. Enjoy your night.... Sir." Kevin acted like the word 'sir' caused him pain. "Have a lovely night." You sigh. Kevin and the other two gentlemen walk back inside, slamming the doors behind them.
"Bravo partner." Someone clapped behind a tree. McCree. "Saw the whole dang thing. Now lets go before you or the bomb explode." He laughed. "Ha ha cowboy." You deadpan. "and lets face it, I can really make people explode" You wink, McCree blushed slightly. "L-lets get going... They're expecting us"
*Time Skip!!*
The mission was a success, the bomb being thrown into the ocean when Junkrat announced that it was a remote controlled detonator. That made everyone on the plane worry. After landing, McCree pulls you aside. "So... About seducing those guards.... One of 'um left a little mark. Its sad really, I can make much better ones." He gave his signature smirk. "Well i'll see about that, won't we?" You smirk back.