Sombra Online

The Flashdrive

Me: you have lots of wips to work on is this really what you should be doing?

also me: hehehehe another oneshot

hey, so, i headcannon that reaper was sorta brainwashed by talon and that's sorta referenced in this fic. also reaper is sombra's pseudo father i don't care what you think. and there's McSombra in this? if you squint a bit?

"Take it and run."

"...What?"

"Take it and run, before they find out you're here."

"I just thought I'd have ta, ya know, fight'cha for it."

Sombra scoffed, annoyed at his refusal to just do what she was telling him to do. Estúpido vaquero. "Look, Joel, I'm--"

"Thought I told ya not ta call me that." Sombra ignored his mumble, continuing to talk over him.

"Guessing we have about thirty seconds to do this before someone realises I'm gone." She held out her hand, palm up, revealing a flashdrive of utmost importance. "So how about you get off your high horse, and just take the flashdrive!" McCree paused, gun still in his hand, finger itching on the trigger.

"What're ya playin' at, little miss?" He asked, giving her another once over. She was smaller than him, not nearly as much muscle on her frame. He could easily take her in a fist fight if need be but... One, he didn't know what those enhancements of hers did; and two, she wasn't trying to fight him. In fact, she seemed to be attempting to help him, giving him what he came for.

There was a bang, and their heads snapped towards the sealed door, where people seemed to be trying to break it in. "Are you--! I'm literally giving you what you want! Would you just take it?!" Sombra kept her voice to a whisper, not wanting her employers to hear.

McCree shrugged, "Well, 'scuse me fer not quite trustin' a terrorist, even if ya are a cute one."

That gave Sombra pause. McCree thought he almost saw her smile, but it was replaced with a scowl in an instant. "I-- Are you trying to flirt with me? Now?! Oh, for--" Another bang inturpted her. "They are going to break down that door, McCree!"

"I can see that, sugar."

If this was a cartoon, smoke would surely be flying from Sombra's ears. "Gabe tenía razón. Él es realmente un idiota." She hissed, glaring at the sky with those purple eyes. McCree wasn't fluent in Spanish, but he caught the gist of the statement, frowning.

"Well, hey now!"

There was another bang. That door wasn't going to last much longer. "This is what you came here for, no? So why won't you just take it?" Sombra waved the flashdrive in front of his face as she spoke.

"Wasn't expectin' ta have someone just give it over. Ya could've done somethin ta it." At his words, she growled. An actual growl that rumbled in her chest. Forget smoke coming out of her ears, now it was full on flames.

"What could I have possibly done? If I wanted you dead, you would be. A virus is just too cliched." Her violet eyes searched his face, watching his jaw flex. She was winning.

With a defeated sigh. McCree snatched the flashdrive from her, "If this turns out ta be some kinda trap..."

"Sí, sí, you'll track me down and kill me." Sombra spat, still glaring. McCree chuckled. He liked this one. (That was not something he should be thinking about a terrorist, but oh, well. She was cute... in a deadly sort of way)

Another bang. One more and that door would come down.

Rolling the flashdrive between his thumb and pointer finger, he let his curiosity get the better of him. "What's on this thing anyway?"

Sombra smirked, "Oh, just some fun little videos." she hummed, far more relaxed now that he had come to his senses. "Things that Overwatch should know." McCree raised a brow. "Information on Reaper. I think you'll find it interesting."

Now that sparked his interest. Before he could ask, however, she spoke. "You should really be getting out of here. Mis jefes won't be too happy to find you."

Fair point. McCree tipped his hat as he walked towards the exit. "I'll see ya' 'round, Little Lady."

"Sí, lo harás. Adiós, amigo." She waved him off.

Behind him, he could hear the door get knocked down, and Sombra's memorable Spanish-accented voice evading questions about the location of the Cowboy. He grinned, tossing the thumbdrive in the air only to catch it. This should be fun.

0o0o0

"I know you let him get away." The low voice growled from behind her, making her jump.

"What makes you say that, Papi?" Sombra asked, playfully acting innocent as she twirled to face Gabe.

Someone who didn't know better would have most likely pissed themselves in fear at the way Reaper presented himself. Sombra, however, just grinned and booped his nose happily.

Gabe sighed, "Did you give him the information?"

"Si, Papi. They'll find out soon enough what Talon did to you." Sombra's tone had lost its glee, being replaced by anger. "Ellos obtendrán lo que merecen. Me aseguraré de ello."

Gabriel grinned despite himself, "You know it's not your job to protect me, Hija."

A pillow hit his face, thrown by none other than the mischief maker herself. "No one brainwashes my Papi and gets away with it."

Gabe laughed. Yes, Talon will get what's coming. And maybe, he'll get his old family back.

"You know, the Cowboy was quite cute. How come you never mentioned how charming he is?"

"..." Gabe pondered that for a moment. If McCree and Sombra teamed up... lord help them, the world wouldn't stand a chance. "Should I be afraid?"

Sombra cackled. "Sí."

He sighed. This was going to be a crazy year. He could feel it.

Translations:

Estúpido vaquero-- Stupid Cowboy

Gabe tenía razón. Él es realmente un idiota.-- Gabe was right. He really is an idiot.

Mis jefes-- My bosses

Sí, lo harás. Adiós, amigo.--  Yes, you will. Bye, mate.

Ellos obtendrán lo que merecen. Me aseguraré de ello.-- They'll get what they deserve. I'll make sure of it.