BitterSweet

Four years ago

A little filler between cliffhangers :) 

McCree's POV

Back in the Overwatch hideout, you slumped back to your room. You collapsed on the bed face first with a groan. You turned over onto your back and stared up at the ceiling while rubbing your face where y/n hit you but that wasn't the pain that hurt, your heart ached. You closed your eyes and tried to remember the day in Spain four years ago. 

Four Years Ago

You had surprised y/n by showing up at her apartment in Spain early one morning, you wanted to try your best to make her have a good time and forget her dead lover.  You sat at her kitchen table across from her with a cup of coffee in your hands, you glanced out the window at the morning surf. 

"I think you need a good beach day little lady," You said as you gave her a huge smile. You watched as she tried to return the smile. You stood up and ripped off your jeans revealing swimming trunks, she began to laugh at your goofiness, it warmed your heart to see her real smile. You pointed to her wardrobe "Well go get dressed...hurry" As she grabbed her bikini you started pushing her to the bathroom. When she came out you tried your best not to let your mouth drop open in awe. You tilted your cowboy hat with one hand "Fine as always miss" she again giggled before eyeballing your cowboy hat. 

"That is not coming with us Jesse" She gave a sly grin, you responded with a puppy dog face and a fake whimper as you removed the hat setting it on the table "Fine" you sighed. You felt your self almost melt as she began to put her fingers through your brown long locks. She stepped back and smiled "much better" she laughed. 

Down at the beach you watched as she squirmed from the cold water as she began to make her way through the waves. You smiled at her before chasing after her making sure to make as many splashes as possible. She let out a little scream from the cold water you splashed on her before playfully tackling her into the cold water. "Jesse!" She playfully hit your arm and pretended to be mad. You were taking it all in, all of her smiles. You knew deep in your heart you loved her....but she didn't fell the same, she still loved Gabriel and she always wood. 

Present Day

You opened your eyes and looked at the photo on your nightstand, it was from that day four years ago. Instead of bringing happy nostalgia it mostly brought hatred for that masked man. How could she love a terrorist that wants you and all of her old friends dead, she must have been brainwashed like some Stockholm syndrome or something. He was a monster...you wouldn't rest until he was dead and she could see the light again.