High Walls (Mccree x reader) [Discontinued]

Chapter 7

It's been three years since he left. Two since they tore you all apart. It's been rough. You wished you had someone. Alas you were alone. "(Y/n). C'mon they want you. You've been sitting back here staring off into space for an hour. You alright?" A soft voice said. You turned to one of your co-workers. "I think I need to leave early. Tell them I'm sorry." You stood up and walked towards the door, but stopped. "Who am I kidding I get off in a half an hour anyway. " You turned around. The brunette smiled. "The kids refuse to go to sleep unless you tuck them in. They've been screeching for you." The woman laughed.

You worked two jobs. 6am-9pm at an orphanage. You preferred to help people. All the jobs you've taken this far have been to help others. You felt particularly obligated to help orphans. You feel like a bunch of mentally unstable orphans like yourself running around would be a catastrophe. You needed to help these kids. Give them hope. Something. This didn't pay the bills though. You got paid just a bit more than minimum wage. As the government didn't focus heavily on helping orphaned children. But whatever.

The second job wasn't something you were particularly proud of. No one would be proud to have this job but it made sure you had a roof over your head and food to eat. An assassin. A hired gun to do someone else's dirty work. You did whatever had to be done to be able to live comfortably. Work came whenever it felt like. Some times you would get more than one job in a night. Some nights you would get none. Songbird was what they called you. They called you that because you engraved little music notes in your bullets and you wore a mask of a swallow. A widely know songbird. Your name doesn't seem threatening, you're aware of that. But what your name lacks your reputation more than makes up for. You were wanted dead by the government. The reward 750,000. You were responsible for several major assassinations of powerful. government officials and big businesses men. And there were a lot of other little assassinations here and there.

Tonight was simple. One assassination. You jumped from building to building in the pitch black. Then you stopped. You looked at the building in front of you. You pulled the sniper rifle off your back. You looked through the scope and pinpointed your victim. You took a deep breath. As you pulled the trigger you were pushed aside and the billet's trajectory changed. It hit a couple windows away.

You rolled out from under the person. You stood up and pulled out the tiny pistol from it's holster on your leg as it was much better doing close range. The person stood up. "Well, what do we have here?" The person asked. Their voice was deep and smooth. It sent tingles down your spine. You stayed silent waiting for him to make a move. "Songbird right? Let me tell ya, it was not easy findin' ya. But it will be worth it." He drew his gun. You couldn't see what kind it was due to the darkness but it doesn't matter. You had to focus on not dying. He made the first shot. You barely dodged it. You made a couple shots. The didn't make contact but you were sure some scraped him. As you were about to shoot he shot your hand. You dropped the gun and clutched your bleeding hand.

He walked towards you painfully slowly. You used your other hand to grabbed the gun and shot him in the left leg. He paid little mind to his bullet wound. The man grabbed you by your hair and pulled you up. "A helpful tip, not that you'll ever be able to use it, don't let one wound get the best of ya." You could sense the shit eating grin he wore. "F-f-fuck off." You growled. He chuckled menacingly. He dropped you. You tried to push yourself up and run but he pushed you down with his foot. Something on his shoes dug into your side. He crouched down to be face to face. You couldn't see his face. All you could see was the faint light of a cigar in his mouth. "Take off your mask and die with honor." He spoke. His tone flat. You squirmed underneath him. He reached for your mask. You tried to stop him but he tore it off. You doubt he could see your face.

The man could barely see your face. Suddenly light flooded his vision. On the building you shot at the lights in the windows turned on. The man saw a face he never thought he'd see again. He heard shouts from the streets below and out the windows near both of your positions. He grabbed you and pulled you backward. He had to get the two of you off this roof. He couldn't make the jump with you in his arms. He noticed a ladder going down the side of the building to an alleyway. There were some platforms in between. He picked you up and lowered you down to the first platform. He then climbed down to stand next to you. He repeated this a couple of times and you two were at the bottom. He picked you up again and carried you down a couple alleyways until you two reached another set of ladders.

He boosted you up to the first platform and climbed onto it after. He did this once more and popped open the window in front of him. He carried you inside and set you down on a couch. He then ran to the bathroom to get a first aid kit.

You squinted to adjust to the light. Your hand hurt like hell. This stranger abducted you and you had work tomorrow. Only you. This could only happen to you. The man came back into the room. His face was obscured by a cowboy hat. It made you almost laugh. Then it just reminded you of him. He didn't speak as he pulled out the bullet and wrapped your hand. He did the same to himself except on his leg. "You're quite the marksman." He grunted in pain. "So are you." You said dryly. You sat up. "Hope you ain't gonna leave." He said, clearly a warning. You stayed still. "I'm surprised to find you here darlin'. I thought you'd stay with Angela." He didn't look at you as he spoke. "How do you know me? How do you know Angela?" You questioned. "I'm kinda offended you didn't recognize me buttercup." The man took off his hat and you didn't know wether to punch him or kiss him.

"Mccree."

A/n: haha! More late updates! Sorry! Anyway hoped you enjoyed. May or may not re-write this chapter. Anyway later.