New Recruits (Junkrat x Male!Reader)

Chapter 4

   After the junkers were both properly dressed you all headed down to the cafeteria for breakfast. It was much like a school cafeteria in sense that it had trays, a line, and tables where everyone would claim and fight over seats, yet nothing like a school cafeteria as the food was amazing. The chefs were only the finest, and gathered from all over the world to serve the diverse palettes of Overwatch. Even dishes as simple as an omelette were somehow fantastic when made by them.

   You guided them through the line (you got a bagel, Junkrat got a ton of sausages, and Roadhog four stacks of pancakes) and over to a table with your close friend, Tracer, and her assigned criminal, Widowmaker. Being friends with Tracer for years,  you knew all about her hatred for the French sniper, and knew she was even more devastated than you were with her new roommate. You wanted nothing more but to comfort her in her time of need. 

   But then you saw her. She seemed her usual self, save for the tiredness in her eyes. You sat down at the table across from Tracer, while Junkrat and Roadhog sat to your right across from Widowmaker. "Rough night?" Tracer chirped. You gave her a small smile and shrugged. Last night honestly wasn't that bad, but you didn't want to admit that you had gotten used to your new...accommodations. 

   "What about you?" You asked. Tracer giggled and leaned across the table. She shielded her mouth with her hand and whispered, "Widow-" Widowmaker threw a fork at Tracer but she quickly blinked away with more giggles. Now the fork was headed straight at you. Thanks to your Genji-like reflexes, you we able to catch it before being impaled. Everyone saw the drama. Some were snickering, others rising out of their chairs to beat the shit out of Widowmaker, and Winston was writing down another bad mark for her in his notebook. Out of all the baddies, Widowmaker was definitely the one that was most pissed about getting captured, and, consequently,  the one in for the most punishment.

   Surprisingly Roadhog and Junkrat hadn't caused any trouble for themselves. Junkrat was a little loud, but other than that they acted like normal people. You were pretty sure all that was going to change soon, though, as they would get their weapons back soon. You weren't really worried about Junkrat getting weapons, but then there was Roadhog. Sure, he hadn't necessarily proven himself to be the heartless killer in the news headlines, but you knew after years of being a double agent that no one could be trusted.

   Except Tracer. Always trust Tracer.

   "Oi! Love, c'mon snap out of it! We've got to discuss the rules for the newbies!" Tracer's cheerful voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Looking around you could see that everyone had already left except for you, Tracer, and your respectively assigned criminals. Then you noticed a strange sound -  a muffled, breathy sputtering. You found the source, which was Junkrat with his hands covering his mouth, trying to hold back laughter. All at once he burst out into a cackling fit that rivaled the likes of the Wicked Witch of the West. 

   "Y-YOU! WERE JUS' SITTIN' THERE!" he screeched gleefully. "IT'D BEEN A STRAIGHT MINUTE!" He resumed his donkey-like laughing. He was a mess, wheezing and crying and snorting all over the place. Just as his laughter was dying down, you raised a single eyebrow at him. He immediately slammed his face down on the table and started laughing again, this time even louder and more obnoxiously. 

   "SNERK! BUWA'HAWWWWWWWHAHHHAHHAHHAHH!!!!!! SNORT-SNERK!"

   He grabbed onto Roadhog's shoulder and started (trying) to shake him. "DID YA SEE 'IM ROADIE?!" Roadhog grunted in response. This prompted Junkrat to laugh more. Meanwhile you and Tracer looked on at this display in wonder. Did he really find it that funny? Or was this just some side-effect of radiation? 

   "HE'S JUST SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed.

   EXCUSE ME?!