So A Cowboy, A Healer, And An Archer Walk Into An Illegal Organization..... (Part 3)
Hanzo POV
Nearly every day that I have spent locked up in my barren room, (Y/N) came by. Often having offerings of food and water. It must be a medic thing I suppose, keeping everyone alive and well-fed. It has been three days and the dull grays of the walls are starting to annoy me. Perhaps it's time to practice again, the storm bow is sitting int he corner, waiting to be used... And the shower is waiting to be used as well...
Stepping into the side bathroom and stripping down while the water flows, slowly heating up, I step in. By the time I get out, steam is everywhere, some of it trying to escape through the crack in the door. Yelling was heard from the hallways as well. Must be quite the argument if I can hear it.
Stepping into the bedroom, the shouting match grew as stomping footsteps came closer to the door. It almost sounds like (Y/N) and the masked man from the other day. The one with the red visor.
"HE HAS BEEN IN HIS ROOM FOR THREE DAYS!! WE NEED A SNIPER AND HE IS OUR ONLY OPTION!!" Red visor yelled. "WELL I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!! YOU TREAT A BROKEN LEG WITH REST AND CARE, YOU DON'T WALK ON IT AND MAKE IT WORSE!! ITS THE SAME WITH EMOTIONAL AND MENTAL ISSUES!! RUN THE FUCK UP JACK!!" (Y/N) screamed back.
'Jack' stormed into the room, nearly breaking down the door. Low and behold, red visor and (Y/N) are there. "Get. Out." I growl, tightening the towel around my waist. (Y/N) politely looks away but Jack stands firm. "You have been out of service for three days. We needed a sniper for the last mission but (Y/N) wanted to wait for you to come out on your own. Now HURRY UP AND GET READY!! YOU ARE ON THE NEXT MISSION AND THE PLANE IS LEAVING IN 50 MINUTES!!" Red visor shouts before marching out.
"Hanzo you don't have to go if you don't feel up to it." (Y/N) sighs, glaring at the hallway where the marching faded off. "I was going to go practice before I was... Interrupted. I am fine to go on a mission." I say while going through the small bureau. "... Ok, I'm on the roster too so if you need anything just give a shout and I'll be there in no time." (Y/N) says before walking out, closing the door behind her.
*Time Skip*
The low hum of the ship was almost calming, except that everyone else was fussing around. (Y/N) was shooting glares at Soldier 76 and concerned ones at me. McCree was trying to ask why she was so upset. The pink haired woman, Zarya was complaining to Junkrat about the Omnics in Overwatch, Junkrat agreed wholeheartedly. When McCree realized that (Y/N) wasn't going to give in, he walked over to me with a sigh and sits down.
"Hey sweetpea, ready for your first official mission?" McCree asks while chewing on the unlit cigar. Smoking is such a filthy habit, Genji would smoke from time to time, attempting to look cool. "I am unaware of the details of the mission. I only had a few minutes to get dressed before we left."
"Well, its somethin' about Talon wantin' to grab a shipment of weapons that's goin' into Austan, Texas. The run of the mill 'take them out before we are taken out." McCree casually slung his arm behind my shoulders, resting on top of the seats brim. I thought that he was with (Y/N)? Then why the arm thing?? Perhaps he is being friendly?
"Hmmm. Is there any other information?" I ask the strange cowman. "Somethin' about a gang? I don't know, I just skimmed through the details." McCree shrugs with his other shoulder. "Just skimmed through? That information is valuable and can help save our lives." I hiss. I refuse to die because this fool is not aware of what is going on. "Eh, I have faith that (Y/N) can get me patched back up."
"A simple battle medic cannot cure death." I huff. "Yeah but a simple battle medic can raise hell before anything happens to us." McCree laughs, getting the attention of (Y/N) who waves and smiles before going back to scolding Zarya and Junkrat for being robo-racist. This mission is probably going to end poorly.
A pleasant *Ding* stopped all conversation. -Now Arriving At Austin, Texas.- Athen chimed in as the ship landed. "Alright. We are going to be assuring that Talon doesn't get the shipment here." Soldier 76 said while circling a shady looking building on the holo map. "Hanzo and Junkrat will be here on the roofs. Zarya, McCree and I will wait and guard shipment. (Y/N), go where ever you feel needed. Alright, communicators on and let's Go!!" Soldier barked.
As everyone separated into their teams and got into position, (Y/N) was muttering seemingly random things, quiet enough so specifics were not heard but it was clear that she is talking. "So, arrowman." Junkrat started. Siiiiiigh "Wot was with the whole runnin' out of the cafe the other day?" The tips of his hair is burning bright against the inky darkness of night, making a beacon to any enemies.
"Keep quiet and alert. Especially you, Jamison." (Y/N) whispered, Junkrat flinched at the use of his real name. "Movement ahead." Soldiers gruff voice drowned out (Y/N)'s. Readying my bow, I wait. "At least twenty to our left," McCree adds in. "Let's try to do this quiet."
'Quiet' is not the best strategy for this team. A cackling manic to my left and a normally shouting Russian is in the shadow of the building. "Leave this to me." I take aim, there are two creeping close to McCree's spot. THWUNK!! Arrows found their marks, dropping the men without much noise. "Uh, yeah, I see a big fuckin' bomb." (Y/N) sighs.
"Then I think we need to really interfere now then!!" Junkrat laughs and fires five bombs into a now shouting group of Talon grunts. Whatever element of surprise we had is gone now. Everyone sighs.
Rounds were traded, the grunts are barely landing any shots. As they look up to make pot shots at Junkrat and I, the ground team starts to shoot and vice versa. Zarya was the first to truly get shot, right through the stomach. "Zarya is Hit!" Soldier said. (Y/N) rushed over and two tiny orbs appeared floating by her head. Golden lights erupted from the orbs while (Y/N) fiddled with something out of sight. Within seconds, the tank was back up.
"Hanzo, Junkrat. Movement in the building, keep an ear out." (Y/N) speaks into her con before dashing back into the shadows, a battle rifle in her hands once Zarya gives an ok. The door to the roof started to shake as it was pounded on, Junkrat nodded before jumping off of the ledge, pulling me down with him. Midair he throws one of his mines and lands us onto a shorter building.
"ARE YOU INSANE?!" I shout at him, watching as around 18 grunts stormed the previous roof. "Shuts it Hannie!! I just saved our hides!!" Junkrat gestures wildly with his arms, nearly smacking me in the face. "See?!" The manic pulls a detonator out of his raggedy shorts, probably found in a landfill with the rest of him. Men shout as the abandoned building goes up in flames.
"Do not do it again." I huff. One wrong move and we could be in the fire with those other poor souls. "Police inbound, we gotta go." McCree says while shooting off any stragglers. Zarya is shielding (Y/N) while she patches up Soldier 76. With adrenaline fading, everyone got back into their seats as the ship went off. "Sniper, your shoulder is bleeding." Zarya nodded to the infact bleeding shoulder.
(Y/N) Was up in an instant, nimble fingers fluttering over the wound, barely making contact to the sluggishly bleeding wound.
"Seems mostly like sharpel, easy to remove but it will hurt. Jesse may I see your flask?" she says while her hand making a gimmie motion. McCree sighed but handed over the metal container. "You may want to take a sip or two, my heal bots are on rest and we don't have the luxury of anesthetic." (Y/N) handed the flask over to me. Great.