Avoidance (McHanzo)

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"If my brother sent you, I have no interest in conversing with you."

Hanzo said firmly, his grip on his bow only tightening as time went on. It was typical of Genji to interfere, though he was never raised to respect boundaries so it left him unsurprised at the revelation.

"As I said, not exactly. Stormed away before I could getta word in edgeways."

"Well then, what did he say to you?"

Hanzo said with a hiss, anger beginning to fill his veins and he found himself become tempted to shoot that ridiculous faux hat off the man's head in a bid to knock some sense into him.

"Not so much what he said, more what I 'eard. Ya need to learn to keep ya spats more quite."

"Get to the point cowboy."

"Calm yerself down. He told me to go afta you, something' about me bein' the best bet. Left after that."

"Well, now you've told me that would you please get out."

He said strongly, pulling out a sole arrow and sliding it into place with his fingers poised and ready to shoot at any second. But god, the man seemed blissfully unaware of that fact and leant against the wall with a sigh.

"Nah, ya gotta hear me out. Didn't come 'ere just for kicks."

Jesse said nonchalantly but not before he found a bow pointed towards his face, a glare plastered across the elder Shimada's face. Of course, he was well aware the man could shoot him without a second thought, he'd seen it many times and he never showed remorse afterwards. The bodies only seemed to be a mere memory to him, and he didn't want to end up that way therefore he fell silent for a few seconds before continuing.

"Genji ain't lyin' when he says ya a tough nut to crack. And put the bow down, just tryna help ya out."

"I do not need your help. I am perfectly capable of dealing with my own problems, I do not need you interfering with such personal issues."

He said, though he lowered the bow slowly to scan him up and down. Of course, this wasn't his first time seeing the cowboy-wannabe but it did happen to be his first conversation. He was just as pushy as he'd expected when he'd flung open the doors and interrupted his training, though for some reason he found himself unable to put him in harm's way. It was abnormal and unwelcome and he honestly wanted to slap the stupid smirk off the man's face, however his self-control was preventing that.

"Aight, whatever you say. Jus' go talk to the man, not seen 'im this down in a while. If not for his sake, for yours."

With that, he disappeared leaving the shorter man stood watching the door swing shut with a bang. God, this man was going to drive him crazy and he knew it. He'd known him only a short time and yet he was already ballistic with him. Pushy, so pushy, lacking manners and almost a polar opposite to Hanzo. But somehow he felt himself yearning for more of it, more petty conflicts, and he had no idea why.

Regardless, he continued on, his shots still landing as if it had never happened and the arrows piercing the dummies as his anger faded away. Even years after the incidents, his hatred for his family never faded. Even Genji, who stood by and let it happen as he partied late into the night was to blame for what he had become. One after the other, the targets fell to the ground with a satisfying bang and he let out a sigh of relief.

Retrieving the arrows and slipping them into his quiver, he left the range without a second thought, more at peace with himself than before. Entering silently, and taking a second to listen to the conversations going down between his team he let out a barely audible huff of frustration. Winston seemed to be planning out a new mission, and as he rested against the wall behind him he looked at the sheets. Seemingly, he had partnered up most of the team leaving them to their own antics.

Dva / Lucio

Mercy / Soldier 76

Scanning his eyes down the paper, he had to supress a hearty laugh at some of the names that popped up. They had been so incredible in their eyes when they thought of them, but now here they were, all middle aged looking as if they were going through a midlife crisis. The thought amused him and his mind began to wander as a small yet foreign smile fell on his face.

Winston / Tracer

Hanzo / Genji

McCree / Zenyatta

Of course, it was seemingly typical that Winston would try to be some kind of mediator even with issues he had no backstory for, however Hanzo knew he would have to suck it up for the sake of their mission being somewhat of a success. There was no more to it, they would go in and he and Genji would cover for each other, forgetting the past if not just for a second. It was bliss, one reason he loved the lifestyle so much. Whoever he was with or whatever he did, it helped him forget and gave him some kind of freedom. Feeling a light tap on his right arm from something cold, he perked his head up and turned to the face. Everyone had disappeared, leaving him deep in thought, all besides the damned cowboy-wannabe.

"Ya okay there mate?"

"Why would I not be?"

He asked, though his voice faltered and he let out a sigh.

"Winston was worried, ya weren't focusin' on his plan. Got upset for a second before writin' a buncha crap on his notes. Never seen the ape write so fast."

"I was merely thinking; it is nothing to worry about."

"Ya sure? If ya find yourself needin' to talk, just gimme a yell."

"I am sure, and I will not be giving you a yell. It is not courteous to the others residing here."

With a chuckle, the Texan walked off and he felt yet another frown slip onto his face. 'Probably another one of those dratted Americanisms' he thought, before retiring to his quarters to stew in private.