Polyam reader/jack/gabe overwatch

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You're not sure how it happened. Maybe it was solo missions, with either overseeing your mission and being the only companion for social company.

Or maybe it was the late night talks over dinner and drinks after everyone else had hit the hay.

It was natural, whatever it was. Subtle touches, spontaneous kisses when everyones heads were turned.

There was never an awkward silence, or the dread of doubt. The three of you just worked well together.

Mornings were spent in Jack's quarters, Gabe cooked breakfast, Jack was mulling over paper work, and you were getting ready to train.

"How do you want your eggs love?" Gabriel called to Jack who was already buried in paper work. You smile and round Jacks desk, your hand reaching to squeeze his arm as you kiss his cheek

"Jack, your eggs?" You ask sweetly. He nods, flipping through the papers.

"Mhm, eggs sound find honey, thanks."

"Jack." You repeat, your free hand coming to push the papers against the desk, effectively breaking his focus. He looks up at you, slightly annoyed, but also confused. "Your eggs. How would you like them this morning?" You smile and the chalky blush the adorns his cheeks is all to adorable.

"Oh- just scrambled this morning, I have to go in early." He mumbles and your heart drops.

"Maybe overwatch will be okay if you take a day off?" You smile sadly. Jack returns it before reaching up, his hand cradling the back of your neck as he pulls you in for a soft kiss.

"At least you always know where my office is hm?" He returns the saddened smile and you sigh, standing up straight and heading to Gabe.

"He's heading in soon isn't he? Should I even bother..." slightly perturbed, Gabriel looks at the breakfast he had been preparing. Eggs, toast, bacon, pancakes, fresh fruit. Sliced potatoes to be seasoned and fried. Super soldiers sure had a uh, super appetite.

"He will stay and eat. He cant afford to piss both of us off." You smile and attempt to deliver the same cheek kiss you had with Jack, but Gabe wraps his arms around you and dips you. his lips meet yours just as your hands come to cup either side of his jaw. He lifts you back to your feet with a chuckle and you shake your head.

"Scrambled." You say remembering Jacks answer. "He said he wanted his eggs scrambled."

"And you?" He asks pointing the spatula towards you. You shrug,

"Surprise me." You grin.

Breakfast was something. You weren't sure how you were going to run with how saturated and heavy the food was. You had also eaten only a quarter compared to the two men seated across from you.

"This is so much food... i think I'm gonna take a nap at the table...." You yawn, setting your head down and looking into your water glass. The warped view made you giggle as you looked at both men who only raised an eyebrow.

"Ah, just give it a few minutes that food will be your energy for today." Gabe smiles and you shake your head.

"I'm not a super soldier, food just makes me sleepy." You yawn again, this one making your eyes water. Jack huffs a laugh, setting his utensils down and bringing a napkin to his mouth.

"Mm, when's the last time Angela ran your blood work? Maybe you should get your thyroid checked." He suggests and you stick out your tongue.

"My thyroid is fine. I just don't have the metabolism of a super soldier."

The two smile again and you roll your eyes.

"Alright... time to go run... and hopefully not throw up." You groan, standing to grab your plate.

"I've got it love don't worry." Gabe stands and plucks the plate from your hands before you can protest.

"Gabe you made breakfast, you don't have to clean up." You sigh and he rinses the dish before coming back to you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"I am the one with the day off, plus i don't mind. Makes me feel normal." He smirks.

"Mm. Normal. The dream." You roll your eyes and smile.

Jack comes up, with a hand slipping to the closest hip on both of you. "Alright, I'm heading in. I'll see both of you tonight hm?"

"And you won't be late?" You ask with a bit of a pout. He nods and bumps his forehead into yours.

"I will not be late this time."

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