Junkrat x Reader

Junkrat x Reader Part 3

The next day you had woken up bright and early ready for the day. You might have gotten up a little too early though because it didn't seem like anyone else was awake. You checked the time.

6:00am.

"Hm." you went to the cafeteria and got some breakfast. You sat there alone for a while before Tracer walked in. Once she saw you she smiled, got some breakfast, and sat across from you.

"Morning, N/A! Sleep well?" she asked taking a bite of her food. You nod and smile, "Like a baby." She giggled at your reply and continued eating her food. After a while all of the other heroes came in one by one. Some looking more awake than others. It was quiet during breakfast. Everyone seemed calm and groggy still half asleep trying to fully wake themselves up.

After breakfast you had an hour and a half before training to get ready. Since you were mostly already ready you waited for everyone and sharpened your arrows and your daggers that hung at your sides. You weren't much for guns. You thought they made too much noise and you were afraid of accidentally shooting something or someone you weren't supposed to shoot. So instead you use daggers and a bow. You made the bow yourself. It was very strong and very pretty. You had painted it (f/c) and you felt proud of it. You have been learning how to fight since you were young. Your mother had passed away a little while after you were born and your father was a soldier fighting in the war against the Omnics. He had passed away a little while after deployment from a gunshot to the neck.

You were staring down at your bow, remembering past memories you would rather not remember. Especially not on your 2nd day in Overwatch. You then snap out of your trance upon hearing a familiar voice call your name, "Oi, N/A!"

It was Junkrat. You weren't expecting him to suddenly appear. You put your bow and arrows away and turn in his direction, "Oh. Hey, Junkrat. What's up?" The junker's smile got wider as he walked closer, "Wanna hang out later today?" You scratch the back of your head thinking about it, "I don't know..." His smile didn't falter. He explained, "I need some help in my workshop and nobody else really wants to help out except for Roadie but that's only every once in a great while." That made you feel sorry for him. "Of course I'll help. I don't have anything to do in my spare time anyway."

"Thanks! See you later!" he ran off to go find Roadhog.

Training started at 8:00am. It was pretty easy. You stayed close to Mercy so she could heal you. One by one you took down the training bots. All those years of training really paid off. As you were looking for more robots to kill you accidentally tripped on a piece of rubble that was lying on the ground, "Ow. Shit." you sat up and rubbed your leg. There was a small scrape on your knee. It wasn't very bad at all. You got back up and dusted yourself off. Just as you were about to continue walking you heard a robot behind you. Before you could draw your weapon the robot began firing at you. It had shot you in the shoulder. You scream in pain and quickly hide behind a wall. "Fuck." you thought to yourself and quickly spoke over your com to Mercy, "I've been shot! I need healing! Please hurry!" The robot was still shooting in your direction you went to grab your bow but noticed it was gone. Frantically looking around for it you spotted it a few feet away from you. You couldn't get to it without being shot by the training bot and you couldn't run out there and attack it with your daggers. You'd be killed before even taking one foot towards it. Just then you hear Soldier 76 and Mercy coming your way. Soldier 76 took care of the bot while Mercy hurried over to you. "N/A!" she examined your wound and put pressure on it to try and stop the bleeding, "The bullet seems to still be in your shoulder. I am going to have to take you in for surgery." You cringed. You hated getting surgery. Even the thought of it made you shiver in fear and disgust but you nod letting her know that you would allow her to. Soldier 76 lets her take you. You weren't at all excited to go but what had to be done had to be done. You followed her and helped her try and slow down the bleeding. You looked like a mess, covered in dirt, blood, and who knows what else. The second day wasn't going so well at first but things always get better eventually. Right?

((sorry if this sucks. This is the first time I've wrote fanfiction about overwatch and im doing the best i can.))