Fire in my Heart... (Junkrat × Fem Reader)

Welcome to the Team Sheila!

You had just finished grabbing your small amount of rations for the week when you began walking down the slummy town of Junker. You hadnt been there long but you never stayed anywhere long. You were a loner, a rebel with a cause. The air was humid and dank as you pulled your bandana up and began kicking at the ground.

Suddenly you notice the streets were emptied by the older junkers and you were waved inside a nearby shop.

"Whats going on here? Why is everyone hiding?" You ask while standing outside the garage. Curious eyes and confused stares met your e/c gaze as you soon began to glare.

"Anyone gonna answer? Or do I have to find out myself?"

Turning around you hear gunshots in the distance as the door behind you was slammed shut and locked. Great... Just Great. You sling your backpack off your back and take out your most prized possesion, your personalized shotgun. Loading a couple shells into the weapon you begin to feel a presence behind you causing you to grow weary. You stand quickly extending your gun and pointing it directly at a cowboy and a dj?!

"Woah Missy, You know how to handle a weapon like that? Why dont you put that down so we dont have any problems." The man asked while holding his gun belt ready to fire in an instant.

"Probably about as well as you know how to use that peashooter in your belt, cowboy. Tell me whats going on and maybe, just maybe I'll disappear." You spoke sharply while turning to the young man with speakers blaring behind him.

"Im afraid thats confidential sweetheart. Now drop your weapon."

Your surroundings began to grow dark as the 2 men stared at you waiting for a response. Without a moments notice a figure appeared like a ghost behind them pulling out two duel shotguns. You shot past both their heads hitting the man directly in the skull as he looked back startled and disappeared into the ground.

The cowboy and young man turned around to see the ghost like figure shift away when they directed their attention back to you.

"You saw him before he had even formed!" The young dj yelled getting pumped up.

"That is a pretty impressive feat..." The cowboy quipped while lifting his hat slightly. "I guess we owe some answers since you saved our hide. My names Jesse McCree and this here is Lucio, we are..."

"OVERWATCHHHH!!!" Lucio yelled while pumping his hands into the air.

You stared silently while looking at the two with untrusting eyes. "My names Y/n. Y/n L/n. Whats an Overwatch?"

The men laughed amongst themselves at the question before noticing you were walking away highly irritated shotgun thrown over your shoulder.

"Now wait a minute! We have never been asked a question like that before so forgive our outburst Miss L/n. I guess you could say we are a team of heroes that fight for humanities sake." McCree answered proudly as Lucio nodded in agreement.

You placed your hand on your mouth and laughed loudly at the hero remark. Pulling you bandana down you smiled and wiped a stray tear away. "Now I know you are joking, what would heroes being doing in this hellhole?"

"This Hellhole just 'appens to be my home Sheila!"

An Australian voice startled you as you felt a gun pressed against your back. Raising your hands you look up only to be met with a man in a gas mask staring down at you.

"Now wait a minute Jamison, Mako... we had this under control. This here young lady's name is Y/n and she saved our skin back there from Gabriel Reyes."

Feeling the gun slowly rake down your back you turn to meet a dirty junker with blonde smoking hair. You gaze up to meet his giant counter part as he huffs in your face slightly causing your h/c to blow back. The junker nudged him in the belly before extending his metal arm.

"The names Junkrat and this 'ere is Roadie my humble assitant."

You take his hand and shake it slightly before noticing his handsome features. Looking up at the larger man you extend your hand to him as well.

"Roadhog..." He muttered while shaking your hand.

"Since we are done with the formalities. Ill leave you all to being heroes or whatever you like to call it, as for me I'm on to another town, another adventure." You throw your shotty in your backpack before walking past the men. "Stay safe, Team Overwatch."

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A few months had passed and you soon found yourself in desperate need for cash and supplies. You run your hands through your hair and watch as a woman walks by eating a cinnamon sugar pretzel and drinking some sort of beverage. Rummaging through your backpack you pulled out a handful of change and groaned, 37 cents. When was the last time you had ate?

You pull your knees to your chest and continue to sit on your park bench as children played nearby. Listening to their laughter you let your mind wonder until you suddenly spotted a glimmer of light coming from a window nearby. Sniper... You glance over at the children and see a red mark on one of the kids before running over and blocking the shot with your body.

Screams echoed around you as children ran for their parents and the park turned into pure chaos. Feeling the blood run down your back you pick up the small child and hand him off to his parents leading them to cover.

"Thank you miss. I... I... Dont know how..."

"Dont worry about it. It was nothing." You speak softly while they run off to safety.

You place your back against the tree and feel darkness begin to cloud your vision. So this is how I die... Poor and alone, but atleast I'm a hero.

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Waking up in an unusually white medical bay you rolled over and felt a searing pain in you back. You cried out in pain as the door opened quickly to a familiar face.

"Hooley Dooley Sheila, you're finally awake!"

Stumbling over to your side he hit a couple numbers on a data pad next to you. You looked up and stared at him through heavy lidded eyes taking in his features.

"What are you doing here Jamison? Am I in heaven?" You ask quietly as your scratchy throat indicated you had been out for sometime.

Junkrat smiled at your remark and wiggled his eyebrows before moving a stray hair out of your face.

"If this was heaven darling then I dont think you'd be laid up an' practically dead."

The door opened behind him as a woman with blonde hair entered the room. Floating over she examined you as Junkrat stepped back and waved before leaving.

"Miss, Where am I?" You asked while trying to sit up.

The woman came over and gently laid you back down as she watched your vitals.

"My name is Angela Ziegler, but you can call me Mercy. You are at Overwatch Headquarters Ms. L/n. You did a noble thing saving a child and his family, you even sacrificed your safety and almost your life. After you are in good shape we would like to make an offer to you." Mercy responded while checking your bandages.

"An offer?" You ask while wincing at her touch.

"We would like to extend an invitation for you to join our team. The Overwatch Team."