A Rats Game (Part 2)
(Y/N) POV
Ever since that day, it became some sort of prank war between myself and the junker. Did he put gunpowder in your tea? Yes. Did you place a trip wires all over his room? Also yes. Was all of this dumb, petty, and at some times dangerous?? Oh, fuck yes. The top two 'pranks' was when Junkrat had a toothless bear trap and put it under your blankets. That was a pleasant surprise after a ten-hour mission.
In retaliation, you replaced all of his bombs inside of a box... Then the box was placed at the bottom of the ocean... He was not very happy but neither was the circle mark of a bear trap on our side.
Mercy and Lucio are probably the worst off, having to deal with minor injuries. The worst so far is when Junkrat hit a trip wire and landed on his nose, breaking it on the landing. Mercy practically dragged the two of us into a conference room trying to make us talk it out. That went as well as expected.
"Well ya see, she started it." Junkrat crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue like a child. "Oh that is sooooo rich!! You slapped my ass and left a huge handprint on my pants!" You shout, raising your hands in the air to prove some sort of point. "WELL THERE WASN'T MUCH TA GRAB WAS THERE?!" This bitch did NOT just say that you are flat. "yoU FUCKER!!"
That rat son of a bitch is lucky that Reinhardt is here, holding me back as Junkrat screeches and hides behind Roadhog. "YA LUCKY THAT I DON'T START THINGS WITH ANY SHILA OR I WOULD BOP YA ONE ON THE HEAD!!" Junkrat hissed from atop of Roadhogs shoulders.
"I WILL START SHIT AND FINISH IT!" You scream, blood boiling and punches ready to be thrown. "LET ME GO SO I CAN SHOW YOU HOW 'LUCKY' YOU WOULD BE!!"
Roadhog only sighed before walking out with Junkrat still on his shoulders, smirking like he just won something while pulling on his cheecks to make a face. And Reinhardt was having a struggle just to hold onto you, assuring that the younger junker wouldn't be murdered today. Probably.
"Bitte entspanndich! Let us go to the training room, Ja?." Reinhardt awkwardly carried you to the training deck, asking Athena to bring out a punching bag. "I shall leave you to it then." Reinhardt smiled before leaving. The punching bag has a smug aura around it, begging to be punched just like some other things in this base.
After about fifteen minutes of kicking, punching, and at one point stabbing, the doors open. "Weeeeell well well! If it ain't the Sheila that has been causin' me so much trouble." Oh heeeeeeell no. "Leave before I actually snap and kill you." You hiss, Jamison only smirks. "Yeah welps Roadie isn' here to hold me back so I would win without a doubt."
He isn't worth it, lashing out would just give him the satisfaction. That was the train of thought until Junkrat leans over your shoulder, whispering "I won't tell Mercy why ya are so beat up~. Leave it to her imagination, yeah?"
Thrusting your elbow behind you, catching the man in the ribs, who doubled over, winded. Junkrat only glared before growling and lunging. The two of us topped over, fighting for dominance in the fight. Junkrat pinned your arms above your head, panting slightly with a crooked smirk. I wanna punch him right in his mouth. Bringing your knee's up to your chest before straightening them out, launching Junkrat before grappling him to the floor.
Not to make the same mistake as him, placing your legs on his thighs and an elbow keeping his head down. His wrists are bound above him with one hand. "Yield." You murmur as Junkrat tries to thrash you off. "I said YIELD!" you put more pressure on his neck, face turning red from the lack of oxygen. The tips of his fingers rapidly hit the ground in a sign of submission after a few seconds.
Nodding and freeing up his hands and pulling away your elbow so he may properly breathe and leaning back. Back... into something poking your leg. "That better be your keys Trashman." Feeling a blush rush to your face.
"Wot? It's a compliment?" Junkrat smiled, wiggling his eyebrows and giving an overdramatic wink.