DISCONTINUED • Nuclear Chemistry (Junkrat x Reader)

Chapter • 5

"What do I do now?" Jamison asked you in a panic, looking over his shoulder to you - which meant it was worse for him because you were ahead of him. You looked to him and sighed,

"You put that wire there and connect the two, adding the gunpowder," You mumbled, looking back to yours and screwed in a few things.

. . .

"What do I do now?"

"Jamison if you watched my demonstration you would know,"

"Oh, Alright (Y/N), but what do I do?"

You groaned in annoyance and showed him what to do, turning back around to put the last wire in

. . .

"Ey (Y/N), what do I do now?"

"For crying out loud Jamison!" You cried out, annoyed.

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After about half an hour of hearing your friend ask you every second 'what do I do now?', you finally got to your end goal of finishing a makeshift bomb. He smiled at you with glee, clearly grateful for this experience. Even though you were thoroughly annoyed with the experience, you just smiled and nodded.

"Let's take it outside so I can show you how to detonate it, yeah?" You said, already leaving through your bedroom door, forcing him to follow... and so help me if he set it off in the house this would be a crime scene. Victim; Jamison Fawkes.

He followed you silently, catching up to your fast, rapid movements with his slow, calm ones. You huffed down the hall, almost speed-running whilst he just calmly walked beside you, poking around with the bomb.
"Don't," you warned, him nearly detonating it. He put his head down and gently held the invention in his lap, careful to not touch anything considering you probably just made him feel like he was targeted by a teacher at school. You sighed and opened the door with your elbow and head, he didn't even help. Just skipped outside like a young girl and stood there giddily. You followed behind him, placing it on the floor and sliding your gas-mask on. You looked to him, in which he eyed you in confusion.

"Oi, isn't that for gas not bombs?" He questioned you, pointing to the mask you wore. You stood there annoyed.

He was right though.

"Shh," is all you said, "put the thing down." Jamison let out an offended gasp.

"Thing, it's my child. My precious Mako. I will take care of him forever!" he blurted out. Mako? That's a New Zealand name, and we were in Australia.

"1, that's a kiwi name and 2, place your kid on the ground, watch his guts and organs fly as he explodes." You said, pointing to his feet. He just stared at you in disbelief.

"Harsh but sure?" He said hesitantly, placing it down.

"Press that and get behind the doors, not in-front like last time," You warned, watching as he pressed a small blue button before bolting for the doors. You knelt down and pressed your own, turning around and walking at a calm pace.

"You told me to hurry so come on!" He yelled to you in a childish manner, pointing to his feet like you had done to him earlier. You giggled and ran, standing beside Jamison.

BOOM!

Metal, smoke, ash and scrap flew from a bright, burning mass. You smiled under the mask, watching as smoke pillowed into the bright sky.

Jamison stood beside you, stunned.

"Opinion?" you questioned, cocking your head to him, hands in your pockets of your dirty overalls.