New Recruits (Junkrat x Male!Reader)

Chapter 7

Ever since the criminals had arrived, there was a underlying tension between the two groups. The interactions were generally stiff and sarcastic, with the only exception being Tracer's kindness. It was a silence that both sides were too uncaring to break.

That was before Junkrat broke that silence.

Everyone was angry, either at Junkrat or at Overwatch. The criminals had become more snappy and disobedient, while your friends were more pushy and and easier to aggravate. Again, the only exception was Tracer. That's not to say that she hadn't changed, too. She had become quieter, avoiding anything to do with the fighting. She definitely wasn't her usual self. This bothered you, and so you decided to use the time that Junkrat, Roadhog, and Zenyatta were being talked to to do your own talking with Tracer.

You stepped out of the elevator and turned left. Right in front of you was the door to Tracer's room. It was surprisingly small, about the size of her old flat. She had empty cups of boba tea scattered throughout the space, but everything else was fairly clean. You don't know what exactly she sprayed in there, but it always smelt...happy. You smiled gently.

Tracer had been your friend all your life. Ever since you were adopted by your mom and dad, life had been pretty tough. You had always been an introverted kid, but moving to a new country made you a complete shut-in. You pushed everyone away, including your new parents. Most kids gave up on you, but then there was Lena. She was always kind, always optimistic, and never gave up on you.

Your smile widened. Yeah, Tracer would be there for you until the end of time.

You knocked on her door. She opened up almost immediately. Her face lit up when she saw you. "(Y/n)! It's so good to see you! Come in, come in!" She stepped back to let you in. When she did, you realized that you weren't alone.

Widowmaker was sprawled out on a beanbag, looking at her phone. She glanced up at your agitated face, raised an eyebrow, and went back to her phone. Tracer noticed your discomfort. "Oh, er, we can go in my room. Y'know, privacy?" You flicked your eyes over to Widowmaker and back to Tracer. You leaned in and whispered, "Lena, we can't just leave her alone!" You looked at her, expecting her to say, 'Oops, my bad!'

But she didn't.

Instead she frowned and said, "That's what I wanted to talk about." She turned and walked into her room. A hand peaked around the corner and ushered you inside. You stared at it in disbelief. What was she thinking? You gazed at Widowmaker suspiciously and made your way slowly to Tracer. Not once did she look up from her phone.

Tracer quickly pulled you inside and shut the door. She then sat down on her bed and looked at you, waiting. You sat down beside her and gave her a worried look. "Lena...? Are you okay?" She nodded. "I'm fine, (Y/n)." You both sat there in silence for a good while. You became more and more concerned with Widowmaker. You were just about to say you were going to check on her when Tracer spoke.

"Do you remember what you told me all those years ago?"" What...?" She looked at you sadly. "You told me that everyone deserved a second chance, that no matter what, every person had good in them." Her voice was nervous, shaky. She took a deep breath and spoke again, calmer. "When did that stop being true...?"

You stared at her, stunned. She actually thought that these scumbags deserved another chance? You tried to speak. "You...but...NO!" She flinched at your sudden shouting. "(Y/n), listen, Widow-" "SHE PUT THAT IDEA IN YOUR HEAD?!" She stared at you, wide-eyed, then glared at you. "No, (Y/n), you did."

You were about to yell at her when Widowmaker opened the door. "Lena, are you alright? I heard shout-" You lunged at her, daggers drawn. Tracer blinked in front of her, arms held up. In a blinded rage you swung anyway, leaving gashes leaking blood down Tracer's arms. Again you froze, disgusted by what you just did.

Throwing down your weapons, you stormed past them, your anger still boiling in your veins.

"Really?" you thought, "So serial killers are people too, now, huh?"