Markus Alvaros, Or Just Alvaros

Airplanes

The terminal of the airport was boring and there wasn't much to do but wait for their plane. Markus kept himself occupied by reading about the animals of the arctic. Wolves, bears, fish, birds. The birds were his favorite. Getting on the plane wasn't much fun either, sitting and reading the last bit before he had to put his phone away, or only read the books he downloaded was a bit annoying, but he sat through it. McCree was silent now, which eased his frayed nerves. He even ate the burger that McCree got for him.

Overall the flight was fine, relaxing almost. Reading silently was the best and McCree's gentle snoring made him seem more like a man than a criminal. Almost like he could actually be a good dad. Markus tried to not get his hopes up.

He was going to doze off himself around midnight when there was a sudden rumble. It was terrifying, the plane was going to crash and he wasn't going to be able to save anything. He gripped McCree's arm and felt his breath get caught in his throat when he realized it was metal. He was missing an arm. He felt his breath get tighter and louder but no one seemed to notice, His hand wouldn't let go of McCree to reach his water, the one thing that could soothe him.

"Hey partner, that's a bit of death grip there.." McCree's sleepy voice said. Then a rumble passed. "Oh, I see. It's just turbulence buddy, ain't nothin gonna get you right now. Hush hush." As if part of some lost instinct, he pulled the kid closer to himself, practically letting the serape wrap around the other. He was surprised when the kid practically buried his head in his chest and sniffled. "It's alright now, I'll make sure nothin gets you."

"I'm scared Mr.McCree."
"It's alright, no shame in being afraid, it'll be over soon." McCree caught the precariously placed cup and wondered just what the hell they were doing to cause so much damn turbulence.

It took a while, but the rumbling soon turned to gentle shakes, leaving Markus well asleep in McCree's arms. He did his best not to take a picture and send it to the team back at the base, but it was so damn cute he couldn't resist. No, this wasn't for the team to see, it was for him to remember and for him to talk about years in the future.

It was still a little early when McCree woke, Markus was still asleep but leaned off to the side somewhere in the night. His phone was on the floor, having slipped from his grasp. McCree picked it up, setting it on the seat's table and noticed that the boy's hands were still on the serape and the handkerchief that he put on the day before. Progress, he thinks, progress is something that can be made if you're patient. Sounds like something that Angela would say but it's something that he's proud to think of now.

From London, McCree had the both of them go to some out of town airfield where there was the one and only Tracer, or Lena Oxton waiting for them in a small plane. "G'day loves! It's nice to see you Jesse, and Mr.Alvaros."

Her accent was funny Markus as english accents weren't heard often in his old home town in Arizona. Sometimes they were heard on the T.V, but again, it was rare. She was excited, a little too excited and jumpy for someone who he just met.

"Thanks Tracer."

"I've heard that you're quite the gentleman, Mr.Alvaros. Prefer to go on last name basis. You can call me Tracer or Ms.Oxton if you'd like. " She piped from the pilot's seat. "Off to Gibraltar we go!"

"Thank you for picking us up Ms.Oxton." He smiled a bit more to be polite.

A fairy like giggle came from her. "You're just like your father, a gentleman when he wants to be."

He couldn't help but feel sick again as they climbed into the plane.

Jesse didn't remember falling asleep on the plane with Lena, but he heard snippets of Tracer's questions.

"How old are you?
"Twelve"

"Favorite color"

"Red."

"Animal?"

"Birds"

"Nice!"

All of them were innocent, but he felt defensive in a sense. Like he wanted to tell her to ease up. He drifted back into sleep.

Gibraltar was a beautiful sight to Markus who hadn't seen much outside of Arizona. The base that they landed in looked old and worn. Somehow inviting. McCree woke when they landed and led Markus into the base, glad that the others were out on a mission. It would give his kid some time to settle in, and he was smug about it until he remembered that he didn't' take the time of day to clean his room.
"Just sit in this here common room so that I can clean up my room, and then I'll set up a cot for you so that you'll have a place to sleep. I'll ask Winston if he's got a spare room for you while I find an apartment for the two of us to hang out in."

"Thank you Mr.McCree."

"For you, anything."
McCree couldn't help but smile as he heard a little bit of lightness in his voice. Maybe things would end up alright.