So A Cowboy, A Healer, And An Archer Walk Into An Illegal Organization..... (Part 1)
(Y/N) Pov.
The new and old Overwatch members alike were walking out of their planes. Reinhardt's booming laugh was echoed throughout the hanger as he scooped up Ana and Soldier: 76 in a bear hug with loud complaints from the latter.
"Jesse, he is going to crush our spines, isn't he?" You muttered to the cowboy. "It HAS been quite a few years. Besides, I know that my nurse will keep me patched up." a sly smile was offered. "I'm kink shaming. Your Nurse fetish just got called out on. "
"Pffff, as if you are any better. Datin' a cowboy, shame on your kinks." Jesse laughed, the sound warm and happy. "So it's MY fault that you get your kicks by cosplaying a cowboy. In public no less. What would Ana say if she saw you like this? She would kick your ass. Then mine for allowing you to dress like that."
"Oh now we are talking about ass-kicking you kinky b-" McCree's sentence ended in a sharp inhale. "Ok, no homo but that guy that has his titty out is hot as hell. Three O'clock."Jesse made not so subtle glances to his left. "You are pan you dumb dum- Holy fuck you right."
The man in question had a bitter face, like some middle-aged white woman that wants to speak to your manager cause how DARE you not have dairy free lettuce or some bull shit that no one has heard about. His shirt has half of it cut off, proudly displaying a strong arm covered in blue. What appears to be a quiver full of arrows and a bow is slung across his shoulders.
"Oh fuck he is all edgy and mysterious." McCree dramatically swooned, putting all of his weight on you. "Can you not? Thaaaanks."
"Well now, we might as well introduce ourselves to the fresh meat. Startin' with that archer lookin' fella." McCree said while starting to strut over to the new guy. This is gonna be a trainwreck.
"Howdy there darlin'. Names McCree, this lovely lady here is (Y/N)" Jesse jutted a thumb over his shoulder, the other guy just gave a sharp glare in your general direction. How nice.
".... Hanzo Shimada, at your service." 'Hanzo' gave a short nod, Jesse perked up at the "at your service part. Fuckin kink shame this man. "Ok Hanzo, welcome to the team and what not. McCree here is a sharpshooter and I'm the resident field medic and communications expert, so if you need anything just give a call." You give a wild smile. Hanzo looks like he just got slapped in the face.
"Honeybunch, let's go uh, have a quick talk in the other room. Yeah?" McCree dragged you by the arm, through a few hallways till a door that had "BAMF" proudly displayed. Under that, a sticky note that says "Bad At Making Friends :'(" Is starting to peel off. Gonna have to re-tape that later.
"Dearest love of mine. Light to my darkness, the queen too my kingdom!!" Jesse falls dramatically on the king sized bed in the shared room. "Now ya know how my heart will always belong to you but that dang archer is somefin' else. Soooo maybe we can get kinda some t-"
"Uh, I think he was about to stab you for calling him "Darling". Maybe we shouldn't just casually say 'hey lets the three of us fuck, the more the merrier!!'. Hanzo seems like he needs to be wined and dined before 69'ed. Gotta get that classy approach." Jesse looked rather puzzled. "If... If there are three of us then how is it a 69? That's two people...."
"So the sex part is the only thing you have to talk about. Not the courting part." dear god help this man. "Nah. 'Sides I'm a master at gettin' pretty things to stick by my side, like my hat, you a-" wait wait wait....
"Did you just put your fucking HAT above me on the pretty things list?? What the hell?!" THE HAT GETS TOP TIER POSITION OVER HIS GIRLFRIEND?! "Ya know what?? Screeeeeew" You hiss while dramatically storming out of the room.
"SUGARPIE!! SWEETPEA!! STARS TO MY SKY I DIDN'T MEAN IT!!!!!! (Y/N)!!!! COME BAAAAACK!!" Jesse McCree... Wanted Man... One of the worlds best shot... Is whining about a threeway, the new guy, and a girlfriend who is mad for reasons he doesn't complely grasp. Siiiiiiigh..