Overwatch x Reader

Cassidy x Reader: Who Could Stay?

I listened to The Archer by Taylor Swift, and this spawned out of it aka angst city with a pitstop at the fluff cafe. 

I led the way to my condo as Cassidy followed behind. I didn't ask him to be here, but he doesn't have to be asked to do anything. He just does as he pleases. The most annoying thorn in my side out of all the Overwatch agents. I can't catch a moment of peace with him around, but I'll indulge this insistent need for him to be the noisiest man alive. Cure his curiosity for good. I stopped by my door, and he followed suit.

"So, this is where you live?" Cassidy arched his brow as I grabbed the keys from my sweatshirt pocket. "Not under a bridge or a haunted house?" He jokes, catching my eyes.

"Don't tell you came all this way to see a ghost?" I said sarcastically, getting a chuckle out of him.

"A country boy like myself doesn't just come all the way to the city to see a ghost." He smirked like he always does when he feels oh so clever.

"No, because you got scared thinking I was a double agent."

His smirk fades, "Well when you put it that way it makes it sound like being concerned about you is 'cause of our job."

"You said it, not me." I unlock the door, "Wanna look through my stolen documents?" I rolled my eyes, opening the door as I allowed him to enter, which he hesitated to do.

"I ain't looking to investigate you like that." He seemed disgusted by the thought of it.

"Ok, then what?" His concern was getting on my nerves. He always seemed to care too much about me, so much for a work-life balance. We're practically co-workers, I don't care how dangerous our jobs are. In or out of the field, he is still my co-worker and I don't date co-workers.

"...You've been distant lately." He scratched the back of his neck, averting his eyes from me for a brief moment.

I snickered, "Yea right. Forgot I was supposed to share everything about myself to the people I work with." I rolled my eyes, "Guess Overwatch doesn't fancy a work-life balance." I go to walk back in, knowing full well that a stubborn man like Cassidy would walk into my condo eventually; anything to get this worry shtick off of his chest.

"It's not like that and you know it." He persists, walking in and closing the door behind him. I put down my things on the small counter near the kitchen. "Is it really a crime to have someone worry about you?"

I shrugged, "Is the sky blue?"

He sighed, "Y/n... I've been down this road before, and I know how it's gonna end if you don't start accepting that we are a team. This ain't some office job you can escape from whenever you want to. In Overwatch, you become family whether you want to or not. Seems much harder to fight it than accept it."

I didn't look at him, fiddling around with my stuff. I tightened my lips. "I don't do families, Cole."

He stays quiet for a second, I could barely hear his footsteps approach some corner of my living room. "Really, I don't think that's entirely true." I could hear the grin on his face. I turned my head to see him looking at an old photo of me and my family. I sprint towards the photo and snatch it out of his hands, my face heating up.

"That was a long time ago." I said quickly, tucking the photo into my back pocket.

"Sorry, couldn't help but notice-"

"I don't know if it's ever occurred to you, cowboy, but I don't need to be noticed. I don't need to be seen. I don't need a new family. I appreciate the gesture, but I'm fine where I am." I was trying my best to not yell at him, to not explode. To be honest, this was just comfortable for me. I've been alone before, and as much as it sucks it's familiar. In this world that is so unpredictable, where you can't quite determine who to trust or what bad guy you're gonna fight next... Being alone at the end of a fight was something I could count on. Having Cassidy show up out when I'm on my break wasn't something I thought would happen. It would've been creepy if I didn't know him as well as I did, he displays himself like a trophy. He shines in a room full of people while I just take up space. Not only that, but he's helped save my ass a couple times on the field. I know his actions aren't bad per say, but I just can't help but think that his actions towards me are misplaced. He shouldn't care what I do. He shouldn't care about how I feel. He should just do what every other person does and leave me alone. I can do things by myself; I can follow orders. I don't need a lot to survive. I'm not some wilting flower he can save. I saved myself long ago. No one was there to save me, to hold me, to kiss away my tears. I ran away from home and made it on my own. I joined Overwatch just to give me some kind of purpose in this world so I wouldn't end it all or rot away like a coward. Pain is now nostalgic to me. Loss is all I know so why would I want to gain anything? Something you have is just another thing you're going to lose. I'd rather have nothing if it means I don't get hurt again.