Over the course of the next week, you've gotten surprisingly... popular.

Your not sure what caused it, or why in the ever loving world people started regarding you in such a good light, but left and right people would try and start conversations with you.

Someone would always be asking you to help them lift something heavy, and trying your absolute best to fit in, you'd do just that.

Oh! Need help scooting the helicopter you landed in the wrong spot? Sure, I can give it a nudge- Oh! Need me to lift the scrap metal someone accidentally dropped all over the outside of the base? Sure, why not.

You assumed people heard of your apology? But you couldn't quite be sure- because how the crap would so many people catch wind, and how would they all decide the apology was for them...

Sometimes when people talked to you, you could still smell fear lingering on them.

You couldn't tell if people were being genuine or not, but how could you know- being tortured can apparently socially stunt someone, because you couldn't tell up from down in a friendly conversation.

A week of nonstop visuals and chatter in your ears and you were a complete husk. So many questions about your physiology- and how you worked, and you were sick of spouting the same thing to every which when and person.

The only thing that kept you partially sane was sparring, fighting toe to toe with those of the same combat level as yourself. The thrill of a victory, and the lessons you've learned through defeat.

Steadily, you were becoming primed for battle. The way you were, and the way you were by nature.

Which is what you were doing now. A fair amount of

Standing still, inside of a practice arena, the blood rushing through your body kept you feeling alive. Jack was standing across from you more out of breath then you were.

The fur spiking out of your hair shook with every step you ran, straight towards Jack.

A block, a jab, a tear of clothes, and a growl, before you all but threw your commander across the floor.

No hesitation, simply the instinct in you being revived. Instinct that pushed you towards your boundaries, and made you stronger..

Launching your body onto him, you locked him onto place on the floor.

This fight was over, and with a laugh and exhale out your mouth, you released him, flopping onto the floor out of breath.

Jack was quicker to get up, dusting himself off huffing a good natured laugh of amusement right back at you.

His hand was extended to help you up, so of course you took it, letting yourself get tugged, strewn limbs righting themselves into their proper positions as you stood.

There was a crowd of people outside the arena, most clapping and cheering at the victory, and it grated your ears- so many people- too many. Soldier didn't say anything to you after he helped you up, merely grabbing his stuff and exiting the arena.

You wanted to fight again... but to be fair that was nearly the 10th time today you sparred with him- you supposed he could stop when he wanted. He won most of them anyways.

You took his initiative, leaving the arena, but instead of gruffly slipping past everyone, you were stuck in the mob.

Everyone cheering you, even though a good sum smelled of fear. The thought of people faking kindness just made you angry, so you didn't even bother to acknowledge them.

You wormed your way out of the room, taking off the moment you got to the hallway.

You wanted to bug Mcree for a fight... again...

Nothing better to do other then practice for field work.

Practice practice practice- that's all you seemed to do.

Not today it seemed- halfway to Mcree's scent and an alarm blared out through the base, a loud siren of sorts.

You had to clench your ears with just how loud they were. Just how much panic was clipped into you through one simple noise.

The siren stopped, instead an intercom beep played and a voice spoke over the system, "Attention Overwatch- will agents Mcree, Genji, Junkrat, Roadhog,  (Y/N), and Tracer report to the Arsenal to gather their weapons. Deployment information shall be briefed once gathered."

With another resounding beep, the intercoms were cut off, Athena's voice leaving a dead silence in the halls.

That's what they did for field agents. Holy shit- they did that for field agents- puffing up in a mix of nervous glee, a grin set itself on your face. A grin that stunk of vengeance-

You set off for the weaponry with quick feet, arriving in roughly two minutes. You moseyed inside, unsure of what you were supposed to do- as you had no weapons.

It appeared someone else had already gathered there, a stark glance at the sticky figure to your left and you saw a rat you'd have rather not seen.

Junkrat was stuffing all sorts of contraptions into his pockets, even filling up a second satchel with hunks of metal and those smiley face grenades you always see him with.

He didn't look up until he finished stuffing things into his pocket.

Bent back and eyes curious, you felt his stare on you.

And honest to God, you tried ignoring him, but with a giggle and a drag of his false leg, and he was at your side, "First field mission?"

"Yeup." You flatly answered.

"Nervous?"

You shrugged, immediately flinching when he slung his arm over your shoulder and pulled you you into a strange mocking side hug, "Aww- look at youu- such an inexperienced puppy-" he was so ungodly tall that you just ended up smothered into his side.

"What the fuck..!?" You gritted out, words muffled by his skin, before you outright shoved him off, he just laughed, taking your shove with grace as he teetered near the wall.

"Who the actually fuck do you think you are!" The teeth you bared at him glinted in the lighting, dangerous and clearly a threat, yet he grinned regardless.

"Pretty sure ya know who I am-"

You slammed your fist into the wall, right next to his torso, because shit- its hard to get above someone so tall- your punch went almost straight through the metal, and it sure as fuck shut Junkrat up.

"I don't care who you think you are- I'm asking a simple question- who the fuck do you think you are to pull shit like that with me."

"You mean my comradely hug? It's called team bonding." He gave another try at being conniving towards you, but you just grabbed his chin and forced him to your eye level, golden rings growing thinner with how dilated his eyes had gotten again.

You couldn't tell what emotion it was- definitely wasn't fear.

"Try shit with me again, and don't be complaining when you get bit-"

"Oh I won't-" he murmured, and you scrunched up your nose.

"What??"

"What?" He mimicked- playing off what he said and just before you were about to grill him for answers, in walked another figure.

You both looked towards the door, catching sight of Roadhog. You realized just how compromising the position you were in was.

Junkrats face all too close to yours because of how tall he was, and how much he had to bend just to look you in your eyes. The arm that caged him in, your anger flushed face-

You yanked your half embedded arm out of the wall, backing away with a harsh look and a turn of your heel.

You proceeded to hide in a corner of your own shame.

Junkrat just laughed, nudging Roadhog and saying something to him, but you tuned whatever it was out.

You'd just like to die in a hole. Embarrassment usually wasn't something you were familiar with. Yet here you were. Standing. And very very embarrassed.

Another minute passed, and the rest of the group filed in, Mcree sidling over to your side and nudging you in your corned of shame, "Excited?"

That brightened your day, moderately,  "Yus.."

"This is gonna be your first field mission, so chin up-"

Smiling, you gave Mcree a nudge back, "I'm gonna do ten times better then you."

"That a bet? Coming from someone who's never been out and about?"

"Perhaps..." with a grin at each other, you both made a bet. Twenty to whoever does better.

Not that you had twenty, but you could find a way to cough it up.

The door opened, again, last person finally arriving and sidling into the room. They sat down in a meditating pose- odd for a such a chaotic environment.

You inhaled, smelling the scent he brought with him and nearly flinched when you recognized the scent as reptile.

"Who's that metallic dude?" You asked, Mcree following your eyes.

"The cyborg ninja?"

You nodded.

"That's Genji- we go a long ways back."

You eyed him for a moment, "Why does he smell like a... snake of some sort?"

Mcree chuckled, "Dragon, actually, he's a kind of a mythical too?"

Your eyebrow nearly shot off your head, "Really? What kind specifically??"

"Mmm- A lot of fancy stuff, and something like he's got a pact with a dragon spirit? I can't remember all the details myself."

Looking back at Genji, you scratched your chin in thought. Another strange and mysterious creature. Funny. Made you wonder what devices Talon had for countering him.

The thought of Talon turned your mood bitter- before you also thought of today's mission. You hoped it had Talon involved, if only to take pride in shoving everything they might be doing right back into their face.

Refocusing was hard after that, too many pleasant blood filled thoughts to really keep your eyes open to what was happening in the weapons room.

Admittedly nothing was happening, everyone was waiting to be debriefed before getting on with the mission.

White noise filtered through your ears, Mcree shuffling over and making conversation with the ninja, Lena fixing a few pulse bombs onto her belt, Junkrat fidgeting with his explosives before sliding a tire onto his back.

Shame its so heavy- makes him hunch. Bad posture is gonna raise hell for him when he's older. Better yet- eating habits- why in the world did he look like a starved coyote.

Made your wolf wanna lug a deer carcass up just so you could confirm for yourself that he was eating.

His face was sharp, and angled, just about as much as everything else on him was, his grin, his cheeks his eyes-

Eyes that you were now very aware of- eyes that were looking right into your own- and eyes that you had just been staring at for who knows how long-

Before the moment could get worse, the door to the room slid open.

Soldier hurriedly made his way into the room, and all but slammed his hands onto the table, the spare guns shaking with the force.

"Alright- listen up soldier's-" Jack took one small intense moment to scan the room, visor commanding people's attention and focus, "Two hours from now and we'll be landing off the coast of Loanga National Park- this is an in and out stealth rescue mission- we've located a Talon base hiding on the outskirts."

Junkrat's eyebrow shot up in a 'really?' Sort of way, but whatever it was he wanted to say was cut off by Roadhog smacking him upside the head.

A glare at his body guard was all that happened before Soldier kept briefing everyone, "We'll land about 1.5 miles from where our objective is, make our way there by walking, and when time comes, Lena will come around with the ship for a quick exit."

"One question mate-" Junkrat finally piped in, unbelievably fidgety from holding back his question until soldier stopped, "I ain't exactly a 'stealth' fighter- why am I bein dragged along like a bloke who forgot half his ass and a coldie??"

"We need your bombs- there's a circuit board controlling all the main entrances and prison cells."

"Any rando can snap a circuit- what do ya really want m'for?"

The room paused. Tension building thick in the intense air. This was a serious mission, said Soldier's body language. This is life or death.

"The moment you cut the controls- everything opens, and all hell breaks loose. Every Talon agent inside that building will be armed, and alert and ready to shoot at any living thing that moves. We need an experienced diversion so we can get in, and do our job properly."

There was a moment of silence. Everyone eyeing each other, and Junkrat looking Soldier up and down with an inquisitive eye.

"Sounds like a bloody dog's breakfast-" a flash of teeth and a crooked grin, "Count me all in." His voice practically breathed mayhem, dripping and oozing with a severity level you didn't like to hear.

A few maniacal laughters, and a few short words from Soldier, and you were being loaded up into a jet carrier with a new set of ear chips in.

The engine hummed in your ears almost more then when Junkrat tested out the comms by yelling something into them, mechanical doors hissing and closing, sealing everyone off from what will soon become a ravenous wind.

Everyone was situating themselves in their seats, the two rows lining each side of the ship able to hold up to about twenty people.

You settled as close to the back as possible, the threat of the airlocks opening and sucking you out making you take the end seat.

With a disdain, Junkrat sat directly next to you, grinning and eyeing you as you tried to avoid eye contact. Oddly enough, Roadhog decided to stand just opposite to Junkrat, holding onto a handle bar and just... staring across the aisle.

You don't think you've heard the big guy say anything- and you'd imagine whatever came out of his mouth would be the last thing you ever heard.

You shook your head.. Focus on the mission. Buckle up, and focus. You couldn't let anything be a distraction. Focus on revenge- on the pain you were forced to take.

You growled, tugging the straps over your chest- a seat belt that connected in the center of your body.

Your priorities had to be straight for this.

Glancing over and up at Junkrat, you noticed he was still staring, still grinning. The fool he is. He's neglected to put his seat belt on- and despite the thought of him falling out being tempting, you decided to reach over and just click his straps on for him.

He paused his grinning, glancing between your angry looking face, and your hands, scratching his chin after you finished buckling him in.

"Ya know I can do that m'self?"

"We both know you won't though." Was your short reply.

A giggle came from beside you, Junkrat nudging you in the ribs a bit harder then he probably should have, "Ya know me too well sheila- almost warms up m' cold dead heart- like Chrissie, only with explosions...!"

That made you glance at him- a rather inquisitive look into his yellow eyes as though he could answer without you speaking, "Explain to me- whats a 'Chrissie'?"

"Chrissie? Ya know- Christmas?" Junkrat didn't even bother to wait for your response, plowing right on ahead with the conversation with a shrug, "Guess there's a first time for everything."

Again, you tried speaking, only to immediately get ran over again with him continuing on his rant.

"Ya know- If I were a werewolf I feel like I'd know what Christmas is- not ta say there's some'in wroing with not knowing, but I'd be mighty devo if I found out late-"

Sighing- thee possibly longest sigh you could, you squinted your eyes at him- outright shoving your hand over his mouth.

That shut him up, and he gave you a moderately irritated look.

"I know what Christmas is. I just don't understand your weird Australian slang."

Mischief rose to his face after hearing that- you could practically see him tucking that information away for later. Just in the way his grin curled under your palm, and the way his eyes crinkled.

The moment passed, and a few elongated seconds of just looking at each other turned into Junkrat muffling a few words under your hand before licking it.

You yanked your hand back so fast it looked like you burned yourself.

"Ugghhh- you godamn gremlin- why did you lick me!"

A giggle, yet another grin, and the short words, "I can do more then just lick..." had you almost die right then and there, but rather then say anything, or even react you just wiped your hand on his face.

"Take your germs back-"

Soot stuck to your palm from the swipe, and it appeared skin didn't work as a good thing to wipe stuff on, so you wiped whatever was left onto his shorts.

At this point- so much heat had gathered in your face that you may have well been a furnace.

To make matters worse- he was acknowledging the fact that your cheeks were on fire, smugly smiling a toothy expression before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and rubbing his wet cheek onto your face.

His innocent sing song voice grated on your nerves, "Who's taking what back now~?"

The rest of that jet ride was incoherent arguing and fending off Junkrat's never ending reign of touching and bantering. Occasionally Mcree would try to help, but after awhile he just started laughing at your misfortunes.

Everyone in the ship witnessed the encounter, aside from Lena and Jack who were in the cockpit, and you wished Jack was there to tell him off for being annoying.

Eventually, after a long and arduous trip that you couldn't fall asleep on, Lena's voice came in through the earpieces.

"Alrighty everyone! We're five minutes off the coast- everyone make sure you have your equipment!"

A rumbling sound echoed throughout the ship. Gravity shifted everyone about as the jet sloped downward, speed decreasing and the mechanical hissing and shifting of the hovering devices making your hair stick up all kinds of crazy.

The ship swerved, left twice, and right once, before it paused, midair, and the cargo door rumbled open, ramp still a good foot from touching the sandy ground.

Just as you reached to unbuckle yourself, Junkrat popped the belt open, laughing and scurrying off before you could say anything. What a dimwit.

Shaking it off, you stalked over to the edge of the ramp, jumping off and watching as Soldier walked over to the rest of the group.

"Stand up straight soldiers! We have a long trek ahead of us."

The ship's whirring got louder, picking up in energy as Lena flew it off the beach.

"As soon as we reach the parameters of the building you'll notice one of two things- One, there is a military grade wall surrounding the base. Two, there are a lot of guards, all of which are Talon." The visor that subtly looked in your direction was noticed, just as Jack seemed to tense at whatever thought you brought to his mind.

"Whatever you do, do not attack before the circuit breaker is broken." Soldier pulled out several small see-through visors, handing one to everyone except Junkrat, "Put these on, they'll give you a holographic layout of the building."

The junker hunching next to you grumbled, muttering about the fact that just because he broke it once didn't mean he should get left out.

Everyone ignored what he was grumbling and continued on.

"We reach that wall, and there is one way in- through the sewers. The moment we're inside we split into two teams," Soldier nodded his head at you, "(Y/N)- your with me. Decoy work is too risky for you right now."

Huffing, you simply nodded.

"Mcree, you're coming with us too."

The cowboy gave a cheer, slapping your back with a boyish joy.

"Everyone else- your on circuit board duty."

Everyone conceded, shuffling about to finish putting on gear. Soldier uttered a 'move out' and the walk began.

Despite how militaristic the walk was supposed to be, you found yourself enjoying it.

There were so many scents to take in. So many sounds and sights you hadn't seen in at least ten years.

The trees made you want to run and run and run, just to feel the breeze- run and track and hunt, just like you used to. But you held yourself back.

You were not the you you used to be. Now, you were a soldier in a war, fighting for a justice that might never be served without you.

Licking your lips thoughtlessly, you wiped some sweat off your brow.

However much this reminded you of home, it was incredibly arid out. Not hot, but so dry that breathing was just a pain.

"Where are we?" Nudging Mcree you asked him a question.

"The Loango National Park."

"I know that, ya dunce, where relative to the equator?- its so dry..." you squinted at him.

"Uuuhh-- Soldier what continent we in?"

Jack didn't even spare you a glance, "Africa."

"Naw- pretty sure we're in Europe." Junkrat stated matter a factually, mischief easily seen through. He wormed his face in between you and Mcree, so hunched over from the tire on his back that he was nearly eye level with you.

Mcree slapped his hand on Junkrat's face and shoved him back into walking pace with Roadhog.

"You wouldn't know America from Antarctica-" Mcree jabbed at the Australian for his attempt to confuse you.

Should you even add anything to what Junkrat said? You doubted much would come of it, so you settled on just ignoring him and continuing on from Africa.

You huffed, "Never thought I'd end up in a different continent."

"Feel any different then any other piece'a land?" Mcree asked.

"Aside from temperature and foliage- no." You stated. Your lack of wonder was noted, Mcree shrugging, "Guess its different for everyone." Everyone just kept continuing to walk with that.

When you finally arrived, it was exactly as Soldier said. First the wall- and next the soldiers.

There were so many of them. So, so many.

Who knows how many had silver- and who knows which would be the one to spot you.

You shivered. Partially out of fear. Patially out of excitment.

Ahead of you, Soldier dropped to his knees, crouching and motioning for the rest of you to do the same.

Everyone was relatively stealthy, except for the junkers. Maybe it was how good your hearing was, but it wasn't until everyone started sneaking around that they got so loud. Junkrat's grenade launcher was constantly clunking around, lid opening and closing- grenades clunking about on his belt. Even Roadhog was loud, the chains of his hook jingling and his breathing louder then the rest of you.

Several times throughout the walking did the group have to pause, wait for guards to switch rounds along the wall.

Taking cover in the trees, you all hugged the tree line as tight as you could, making your way around the base and near a drain that lead into the sewer gates.

It was disgusting, especially for your sensitive nose- and you could tell Mcree thought the same, but after Soldier tread right in, you had no choice but to follow.

Junkrat giggled as you all walked in, and the laugh echoed down the tunnel.

Everyone turned to glare at him, and you tried your best not to laugh when he made an offended gasp at everyone's staring.

"Wasn't my fault- just thought about how fun it'd be to wreck this place-" was what he whispered.

Mcree instantly shot back with a, "Thats called 'your fault'."

Junkrat huffed and rolled his eyes, nearly bumping into you when you stopped.

He peered past your shoulders to look at why Soldier stopped, squinting and adjusting his bombs again.

"Why'd we stop?" He murmured.

"Sh." Was all Soldier said, looking up into the grates above him. He pulled a device out of his pockets, a small metallic device with a ring of blue glowing light around its circular edges.

Jamming it into the corner of the grate, he let it suction itself there.

Everyone waited in silence. Relative silence if your including Junkrat.

The ring of light blinked twice, and Soldier finally reached for the grate. With a harsh and controlled push, the grate slid open, to which he peered around the perimeter before hauling himself out of the hole and into the hallway.

You climbed out second, rolling into another crouch as you stood guard. Behind you Mcree climbed out, peacekeeper clacking against his leg with a muted click.

Junkrat came out next, getting stuck because of his tire. You had to wait an extra minute or two for him to pause, hand the tire to Roadhog, climb through, and pull the tire through.

He did not want to leave that thing behind.

You flinched as he dropped down in a crouch next to you, grinning at nothing instead of you for once. He seemed more excited then usual.

"Can't fit."

You turned your head to look into the grate again, seeing Roadhog's mask staring up at everyone.

He already had to crouch because of his height alone, and now that he reached the grate, there was clearly no way to get him through.

"Shit." Junkrat muttered, grin finally dropping long enough for something other then insanity to be displayed, "Well now who am I going to have a good time with??"

"You have Genji- don't complain." Mcree rolled his eyes.

"Well you 'ave (Y/N)- how'm I suppose ta not complain?" Junkrat aptly pointed to you, to which Mcree didn't seem to have the words to counteract.

"Both of you- shut up. No one is trading partners." Soldier gruffed, "Junkrat- be fucking careful- you don't have your bodyguard to pull you put of a sticky situation."

"UuAAarghh!! Come onn-" the fingers on his mechanical arm rolled against his knee, "This mission ain't gonna be any fun ya old bloody wet blanket-"

"Hush." You piped in eyes going wide as you tried to listen past the chatter of their conversation Mcree seemed to be picking up something as well when you sent him a glance.

"Dont hush me- I'm trying to-" before Junkrat could get any farther, you slammed your hand over his mouth.

"H u s h..." you all but growled, "People- coming from the right hall, get back in the grate, now-"

Mcree jumped back in almost immediately, landing on Roadhog, who threw him off of him, before moving out of the way.

Soldier motioned for you both to get in next, but after a glance to the tire on Junkrat's back you realized that wasn't an option in this situation.

You could always stay and fight. Stay and be ready to tear whoever comes through that hallway-

God knows you wanted to.

The footsteps were getting closer, so close that even the others could hear it- so close that you could smell the grit of gunpowder, and taste the metallic flavor of silver.

Before you could stupidly reveal yourself, a hand tugged you off into a room, door quietly closing with a small hiss of its automatic function.

Your nose died the moment you took a breathe, inhaling and exhaling broad strokes of a familiar spicy inanimate smell. Side effects of having your nose jammed into his bare chest.

You were tense, but Junkrat seemed tenser then you. Definitely not because of the guards.

Faintly under the overbearing and intoxicating scent of Junkrat, you picked up on old water, and chemicals.

Where were you- and how did you get here so quick?

Junkrat must've pulled you into the room. The very small room- with mops, and paper towels, and a vast amount of cleaning supplies.

Supply closet. Great.

Outside the door a scuffle of footsteps went pass, and you stilled yourself. Your breathe was bated until they finally tread down a different hallway.

You would have thrown yourself out of the closet if not for the fact that you didn't want to cause a lot of racket. Instead, you merely cracked the door back open to peek, taking in the empty hallway before completely opening the door.

You trotted out, Junkrat following on your heel. Peering into the now closed grate, you silently pulled it off, letting Soldier and Mcree back in. Genji had all but vanished.

Mcree laughed, gesturing to your face, to which you tried your best to wipe off the soot that had been smeared onto your face.

"Them ears of yours sure be useful- reckon ya could be like a radar." The junker nudged you in the ribs, making you huff and just roll your eyes.

"Doubtful." You muttered.

"Nah, we are pretty good at hearing stuff, I'll admit." Mcree spoke, hands on his hips.

"He has a point." Soldier spoke.

Everyone perked their heads, most noticeably Junkrat.

"Genji disappeared- and we're down a man considering Roadhog is out- Mcree, you should go with Junkrat."

"Mmmm-" Mcree scrunched his face up, "I'd rather not."

"It wasn't a suggestion. Junkrat can't sneak to save his life, your hearing could get him around people with relative ease." Soldier pulled his gun up into a more battle ready position.

With a groan, Mcree walked to the opposite side of Junkrat, "Let's get this over with."

"Don't get in my way cowboy-" Junkrat gave Mcree a glare.

"Oi. Rat." Roadhog grunted from inside the grate. With a start, all of Junkrat's attention was on his buddy, and he sidled up to the grate before leaning down to listen to whatever it was Roadhog had to say.

"Don't be stupid."

Junkrat's expression dropped to an irritated expression, "Yeh, yeh- oi can handle m'self."

"Don't use all of your concussion mines just to fly around."

"Oi- don't call me out ya-"

"AND...." Roadhog cut Junkrat off, "Don't light all ov ya bombs before the battle starts."

"ONE time mate- one time!"

"..." Roadhog gave him a blank looking stare with his mask.

"...two times.... but oi've learned me lesson! Honest."

A few more seconds of giving him a blank stare, and Roadhog nodded in an approving sort of way, "Don't get killed."

"sure thing- 'mum'."

Roadhog gave him yet another blank stare (you figured it was a common occurrence) before grunting and meandering back the way we had sneaked in.

"Let's move out." Soldier commanded, walking in the opposite direction of everyone. You picked up after him, briefly glancing back to see Mcree giving Junkrat a blank look, and the latter giving your fellow werewolf a dirty look with his arms crossed.

Huffing, you clicked the button on your visor, following along with Soldier.

It was all a very calm walk. Occasionally hiding from soldiers, and disabling camera's with those little circular devices Soldier had. You assumed the other team was doing the same, but who knew. Certainly not you.

Eventually you got to a turn, where you could hear a guard standing just down the hallway. Holding out a hand in front of Soldier you stopped him, shaking your head no.

Your objective was just up head. You supposed you'd need that distraction now.

Soldier decided to veer off into a different room, sliding in silently and waiting for you to come in before closing it.

It was clear of people, excluding yourselves, and it appeared to be some sort of break room.

It was there that the both of you waited. Complete silence, only your breathing and your own thoughts to keep companion with.

Neither of you spoke, and neither of you had to. You understood exactly what Soldier wanted you to do without him needing to tell you. Even when one unsuspecting soldier walked through, and you wanted nothing more then to crush his head in, you merely choked him out in unconsciousness. Because that was what Soldier wanted. He wanted you to have self control.

You knew it was time arrived for you to continue your mission the moment it was right. It was hard not to know. The alarms blared through the base, so loud and earsplitting that any other sound was all but drowned out. Soldiers charged down the hallways, boots stampeding and listening to what their headsets told them.

Hair bristling, you followed Jack as he slid out of the room and straight towards the hallway that was previously guarded.

As suspected. Everyone had left.

Soldier walked up to the door, pressing the button and freezing when it didn't open.

"Dammit!" He cursed, "They must have switched the power source for the prison locks. Cutting the circuit breaker wasn't enough."

Grinning, you stood up straight, "You do realize who your talking to right?"

He shot you a look before just stepping out of the side to let you do what you needed to do.

Punching the side of the door, you dented it far enough in to worm your fingers around the edge of the door. You didn't pause before peeling the door across, metal squealing nearly as loud as the alarm still buzzing through the halls.

Passing through the now useless door, you were greeted with the sight of a wide open room, prison cells lining each side of the very long passage way.

"Search for this woman." Soldier tossed a picture to you, to which you glanced at before taking the right side of the prison cells and began scanning everyone inside. Down, and down, and down the right side, all sorts of misfits chained up and looking at you with frowns and creased eyebrows.

Everyone except for one person should look like they belonged, and you could tell that the person in the picture was a good person. A single warm brown eye, tan skin, Egyptian marking just under their eyes. You searched and searched, but to no avail.

She wasn't here.

Glancing to Jack as you reached the end of your row, you grimaced as he seemed to realize the same thing.

She wasn't here.

"Fuck-" Soldier cursed, punching the wall with a silent and seething anger.

Whoever we're looking for must be important.

He punched the wall again for good measure, before tapping the device in his ears and saying, "Mission is a bust- who we're looking for isn't here. Get out of there now. Lena, get ready for pickup."

"Got it." Mcree muttered with a strained voice, gunshots heard in the background.

"Understood sir." Tracer chirped.

Junkrat didn't reply, but surely he heard as well. Neither did Genji.

Soldier stared at the wall for another moment, before sucking up his anger and just speed walking out of the room.

Shaking your head, you followed after Jack like a puppy, keeping pace with him, and trying your best to listen to anything other then the buzzing breach alarm.

The walk back to the grate was just as calm as the walk there- no disturbances- and by now the building was rumbling with explosions, and alarms, and very faint gunshots somewhere on the upper levels of the building.

That means their still distracting everyone. Slipping into the grate, you rushed back outside, the moment you set foot on grass Soldier immediately pressed on his communication device, "We're out safe, where are you."

"I am out." Mcree grunted from behind a tree, "Minute they saw me they pumped me full of silver-" He hissed clutching his abdomen, "I can live for a solid six more hours, but moving around efficiently is incredibly difficult."

"Where's Junkrat." Solder growled.

"Shit- I don't know, he just kept exploding things after you said to get out of there."

"Was he shot?" You questioned.

"No- hard to shoot accurately when grenades are under your feet. He got grazed by a few bullets but he was doing fine."

Huffing, you looked back at the building, alarms still audible, and explosions still going strong.

"What about Roadhog?"

Mcree took Soldier's outstretched hand, standing up and muttering, "He went in after the main entrances opened."

A moment of silence passed everyone, Mcree harshly breathing, Soldier sternly looking at the base with his eyebrows furrowed, and you simply taking everything in.

Soldier tried one last time to get a response over the comms, failing and letting out a long and disappointed sigh.

"I'm going in." You spoke. You couldn't just leave them there.

"No. You are not going in there." Soldier growled, "You're gonna come back out just as injured as Jesse."

"I think I've had enough experience with silver to survive."

Without further ado, you turned back around to head off into the base.

Soldier tried body blocking you a few times, but this wasn't a matter of if or not, this was keeping a part of the team alive. To say your instincts were flaring up was an understatement. Junkrat was a nuisance, but he didn't have bad intent. At least not with you.

He was a part of the team no matter how much of a jackass he sometimes was.

Growling and puffing up, you slunk through the main entrance, scurrying around and into the main building.

Follow the explosions. That's all you needed to do.

You didn't have his scent, you weren't were he previously was, so all you could do was follow the explosions.

Eventually you caught sight of Roadhog, walking through the halls and doing exactly what you were doing. Looking.

"Have you found him?" You heaved out, breathless after running around.

Roadhog shook his head no, to which you growled and kept running. Much faster then Roadhog, he was already out of your sight.

You kept running, even directly past Talon agents, who unloaded their silver into your passing figure. You felt more and more drained the more you ran, but you couldn't let up now.

The higher the levels you went, the louder the explosions got, until eventually, you stumbled across the scene of the crime, atop the roof of the building, with scattered bodies all across the steps up and along the roof, some shot with what looked like peacekeeper's bullets, but a majority scorched and exploded.

There was still too many soldiers. everyone who caught sight of you shot at you- the silver weighing you down so much that every time you breathed that damn metallic scent was in your nose, and every time you swallowed blood was in your mouth. There were far, far too many soldiers, that you kept jumping over, just to get a glance at what Junkrat was doing.

His tire was being swung off his back, slamming into the ground, wire being pulled like a lawnmower.

Last time he used that, it was on you- and last time he used that he took cover.

But up here, there is no cover. He's going to get blown to smithereens- and then his corpse is going to get shot of the roof of the building.

You darted up, slamming your arm so hard into the back of one of the Talon agents that your hand went clean through, blood soaking your arm and dripping to the floor.

You made eye contact with Junkrat- wild grin and bloody face turning friendly the moment he saw it was you. Absolutely nothing but joy and excitement.

But the damage was already done the moment he pulled that string. The most you could do was take the blow.

Which you did, shifting so fast, wolf side rushing out of you just to get to him in time, grabbing him too hard, and turning your back to the explosion with barely enough time to think.

"Good day mate! Whot brings ya to ma fine lil' part of the barnie?" He yelled flinching as you crushed him to your fuzzy chest.

The boom behind you was absolutely deafening, dead bodies being flung everywhere, your limp one included. Whatever you did, you refused to drop his body, a height from this high would kill him.

His manic laughing filled your ears, which were ringing as the explosion from the tire turned your back into living fire. You couldn't respond to his question, your eyes flicking as the fire licked at them, and your snout clenched into a snarl as gravity all but pulled your stomach into your throat.

Your stretched your feet out as far as they could go, trying to position yourself to safely land, but it was difficult while holding a 6 foot wriggling man and you couldn't properly see the ground.

So difficult that when you landed on your feet, crouching to ease the fall, your couldn't stand upright, immediately falling to your knees and collapsing onto the ground. Your fur was sticky with blood, but you attempted to stand, shaking your head as you rose.

Two soot smelling hand grabbed onto your face, stroking your head to try and sooth you, "....be good........ its........ bad.....gonna be okay...." You could barely hear what was spoken. Shoving the hand off of your face, you latched onto the words you heard.

It's gonna be okay.

You couldn't see or hear anything- eyes covered with blood as you tried standing again.

The silver made you fall again, but you puffed hot breath out of your nose and tried again- fuck-

This was so hard.

It's gonna be okay.

A person slung your long arm around their neck, grabbing your clawed hand and hoisting you upwards-

Garbled words reached your ears and nothing was making sense anymore. The difference from up and down were getting difficult to understand.

A hand dusted down your snout, snuffing out the fire on your eyes

Shit- the silver was so strong-

Burn burn burning-- your ears were still ringing ringing, and the silver kept eating at your skin and blood.

It's gonna be okay.

Your eyesight cleared just enough for you to glance over at who was holding you upward- catching Junkrat's moderately worried face, and still hearing a bunch of drowned out garbled gibberish. He was talking, but you couldn't hear him.

You looked away from his face, catching sight of two Talon soldiers, looking forward at the both of you, one shaking in his boots and clearly scared shitless and the other much more confident and ready to shoot at you.

Neither of your could attack though- and you supposed this is were you get caught again, and put in another lab.

You closed your eyes very briefly.

This was it.

The scuffling sound of a dragged body.

The clang of metal chains.

The tick of something slicing through the air-

And the gun shot that put your hearing out of commission again.

It's gonna be okay.