Tea With Cinnamon
Haa What The Fuck Im Alive???
Zenyatta POV.
(Y/N) walked over with a cup of tea and a cup of coffee. Both having steam lazily floating over the side. "Here ya go, love." (Y/N) smiles as she hands me the tea. Warmth seeping through the cup. She flicked (H/C) hair out of her eyes before sitting down and smiling.
"So how was the mission?"
Oh the mission. To go to Kings Row to defend the peaceful protests from mobs. Bringing Junkrat and Roadhog MAY have been a mistake. "Reinhardt's shield saved me from a few bricks being thrown at me. Junkrat and Roadhog did not help much. It felt as if they were going to join the mob at times." I hum as (Y/N) took a sip of her tea. "I swear if they try to do something I will bop them. Roadhog would be hard to beat but it would be worth it for you."
Oh my human is so lovely.
"There is no need to start violence. I would hate to be the start of yet another argument." (Y/N) and the junkers have been in many standstills on their very different views on omnics. From slurs and fists being thrown. Once, a whole office chair was whipped out of a window.
"I will argue with you right now if you say that your arn't worth protecting." She says, dead serious. A door opened behind me as (Y/N) made a face.
(Y/N) POV.
"Oh heeeeeell no." I whisper as Junkrat and Roadhog walked in, the lanky prick snarling while the fat one is peering down. Hard to tell what that one is thinking. "Greetings" Zenyatta waved and Junkrat spits at the ground where Zenny is floating. "Shut it scrap heap!! We need ta take ya to some meeting thing." The rodent screeched.
"Well, whoever sent you can go shove their foot up thei-" "Of course, give me one moment." Zenyatta interrupted. "Sorry loveliest, but it seems that I am needed to give my mission statement. I Shall be back soon." Zenny said while facing me, not seeing Junkrats filthy paw reaching towards him. Pulling Zenyatta to the door roughly, even making one of the orbs hanging by his neck rotate out of place. "C'mon C'mon C'mon I hate w-"
"Get your grimy mits off him, Rat." You huff out. Spoken more like a growl. "Oh ho ho! Look at that Roadie!! The machine fucker has somethin to say!!" Junkrat marched right on up, so close that the smell of oil and grime are probably going to stink up your clothes for a week.
"Yeah I do!! You treat Zenny here like he is trash or just a waste of space but he is an amazing person, healer, lover, better than you in every possible way but you have to TRY to bring him down to your level!! IT'S PATHETIC AND CHILDISH!!"
"Oh you cunt" junkrat raises his hand in the air in a striking motion, closing your eyes as you prepare for the blow that never came. Eyes slowly opening reveal... Darkness, radiating from Zenyatta. The usual gold extra arms are a swirling mess of inky purple and black. At the fingertips are long, knife-like claws. One set is curled around Junkrats offending hand. Six arms are holding Roadhog back, his strain to break free is visible.
"Now gentlemen... There is no need for such violence." Zenyatta's voice seems.... to be coming from everywhere. "Let us go to the mission room, hmm?" Zenyatta's actual arm opened the door while Junkrat kicks and screams bloody murder as he and his bodyguard are dragged from the room. "See you in a few minutes my desert flower" Zenyatta laughs airily before the door shuts behind him.
What the hell was that?