High Walls (Mccree x reader) [Discontinued]

Chapter 1

Mccree saw her during lunch. The only time he really ever sees her. She sat alone. Like always. He kind of felt bad. For a moment more he pondered if he should go over to her. A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts. "You seem distracted today," Gabe started. Mccree just rolled his eyes. Gabe scanned the crowd of people in the room. "So, who is it?" He finished his sentence. Mccree groaned, covering his face with his hands. "I have no idea what you're on bout." He said dryly. Gabe chuckled. "I'm just messing with you."

You sat at a table alone. Again. It was better this way. No one to get attached to and lose. You were content. Well you thought you were. You looked over to where that alluring cowboy sat. You both made brief eye contact. You tore your eyes away. Don't even think about him. He'll end up just like the others. Dead. You scolded yourself. The thing that brought you out of your thoughts was the clicking of heals getting closer. "Y/N! Y/N!" You heard the oh so familiar Swiss accent. You turned to face Angela. You quirked and eyebrow. "We need you on the unit now! We're down one and a group just got back from a mission. It's real bad." Angela spoke quickly. You sighed, got up leaving your untouched food on the table, and followed the blonde woman. You risked one last glance at the cowboy.

The day went on as normal for Mccree. Nothing interesting happening. "Hey kid, you have to go out early tomorrow. Shit's hitting the fan down in King's Row. I need you to scope things out. I'm sending you with a field medic, just as a precaution." Mccree recognized Gabe's voice from behind him. He turned to face him. "Sendin' someone to babysit me, I'm wounded." Mccree quipped dryly. "Ha! Yeah that's exactly what I'm doing. Don't need you running off and getting killed now. Go get some rest and meet me in the cafeteria tomorrow. 05:00 sharp. Don't be late." Gabe said as he walked away. Mccree wondered who he would be sent out with. It would probably be Moira. He groaned at the thought. He was not excited for tomorrow.

"L/N. You better rest up for tomorrow." It was Gabe. He was standing in the doorway of your office. "Damn. You scared me. I just have to finish up some paperwork. I'll be going in a bit." You said not sparing him a glance. "Well then I'll see you tomorrow morning." He said walking away. You sighed and looked at the tremendous stack of paperwork on your desk. You then decided it can wait till you get back tomorrow. Your mind then looked back on the fact that you would be sent out on this mission with Mccree. You weren't sure if you were excited or annoyed. You decided to sleep on that.

Mccree was running late as usual. He had forgotten to set an alarm. Luckily Gabe has set a late alarm from him. Just in case. He mentally thanked the man. He sprinted to the cafeteria. There at a table sat that woman and Gabe. She seemed to dread being there. "You're late, as alway." Gabe spoke up not even looking at Mccree. "But I did plan for this. You are supposed to leave in 20 minuets. I gave you an earlier arrival time."  Gabe seemed overly proud of himself. Mccree groaned as he went to go get something to eat. He sat down next to the woman. "Howdy Darlin'." He gives her a soft smile. She just gives him a curt nod in acknowledgement. He looks to Gabe as he starts the briefing.

As Gabe was talking you, you found yourself sneaking glances at the cowboy. "Alright you guys should get going." Gabe said. You just nodded and started to walk away. You heard the clanking of spurs behind you, signaling that the cowboy wasn't far behind. Being in his presence alone makes you nervous. You both walk on to the ship and take a seat. You're nervously fiddling with your gun. You had no idea what to say, if you actually should say something. You mentally slapped yourself for thinking about interacting with him. Just remember the others. You thought to yourself. The others.

Mccree broke the ice. "Howdy darlin', I don't think we've met. Names Mccree, Jesse Mccree." He offered the woman next to him his hand. She didn't shake it and replied. "Y/N L/N." She didn't bother looking at him. He tried to make the atmosphere a little more comfortable. "So, you go out on missions much?" "No." All of her replies seemed to be short and curt. "Why?" He kept the conversation going. She didn't even respond this time just shrugged her shoulders. This was bothering him. A bit. A lot. She seemed to be content about the abrupt end of the conversation. "So you're in Overwatch, working under Morrison. What's that like?" He tried desperately to think of other things. She once again shrugged her shoulders. Mccree had seen Y/N and thought this would be good. Now he's not so sure.

A/n: hey. I did a thing. I don't know where this story's going lmao. I feel as I write more it gets worse. Idk. Whatever. Later doods.