Arrows and Bullets | McHanzo Oneshots

Southern Charm

The faint snap of a bowstring was heard as the omnic security guard fell to the ground, an arrow sticking out of his head. The other guards turned around, surprised and on alert. Meters away, hidden on a rooftop, the archer snickered.

He quickly ducked behind a wall before he was spotted. Slowly and quietly, he knocked another arrow onto the bow. In his mind, he started picturing exactly where the guards were. Taking a deep breath, he got ready to peak.

A low whistle made him stop in his tracks.

"Well, I'll be damned, ya look even finer when you're focused."

Fighting the urge to draw his bow back and fire, Hanzo slowly turned to his right. A disappointed sigh escaped his lips when he saw who was with him. "Hello, McCree..."

"Aw, ain't you pleased t' see me?" The cowboy leaned casually against the wall, just barely out of sight of the enemy. "Thought I'd stop in t' encourage you."

"You and your antics..." The Shimada muttered, shaking his head. He tightened his grip on his bow and risked a look over at the omnics. "You'll blow my cover if you keep this up."

"Yer cover?" There was a click, and when the ravenet looked over he saw Jesse had his revolver in hand. "It's our cover now, darlin'."

Hanzo rolled his eyes so hard it looked like they were about to pop out of his head. "You're still going to blow it, though."

A smirk appeared on the brunet's face and his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, you know what I'm gonna be blowin' later-"

Seconds later, the American was on the ground, muttering curses and covering his crotch. The archer glared down at him, unaware that they had drawn the guards' attention.

"Threat detected."

Instinctively, the Shimada dropped down. He spared a glance around the corner, seeing two sets of omnics legs coming towards them. "Shit..." he mumbled quietly, looking back over at his partner. "So much for perverted jokes..."

Suddenly, McCree rolled onto his feet. There was a white flash, and the Asian was being tugged to his feet.

"C'mon, let's move before they've realized we're gone."

The ravenet decided not to argue and followed the southerner. He didn't remember much besides sliding down a latter and climbing through a window, but he did know was that Jesse had taken them to the right room: the filing room.

The Japanese man immediately got back into focus when they arrived. In quick, confident strides, he walked up to a filing cabinet labelled "Ba - Bi." He started pulling open drawers and thumbing through files. From the window, the cowboy watched him.

"Whatever you're after must be mighty important," he said softly. His gaze flicked between Hanzo and the cabinets. "Or at least important enough for you t' break in and steal it."

"Correction, us," then sniper purred, pulling out a file labelled Baptiste. He held it out to the other, a triumphant look on his face. "It was your southern charm that got us here, after all."

The gunslinger couldn't help but laugh. "Darlin', my southern charm has gotten me in a lot more things than this." He sat on the windowsill, grinning. "But I appreciate the compliment."

The Shimada's eyes gleamed. "And you're welcome to it." He made his way over to the window, eyeing the door at the front of the room. "And it might get you more if we get out of here unnoticed."

Jesse snickered quietly. "Sure thing, doll..."

And with that, they slipped out the window and into the night.