A/N: To start things off I came to the realization I had the amount of time that Overwatch had been disbanded before Winston sent out the recall incorrect, because of that I'm going to change the backstory later I was just putting this here for anybody that had already read it. For your backstory, McCree found you when you were fifteen and took you in and sent you to school. You were already into building stuff before he met you and you'd actually been scavenging for tech to work on a motorcycle you'd found about a month before. I believe that is the only part that doesn't really fit with the timeline, of course, if I'm wrong just let me know.
*(Y/n)'s POV*
My bandana covered up to my nose, but my eyes were still visible and I wore the same clothes I'd had on earlier so trying to pretend it wasn't me was a no go. Especially considering two of the three people in front of me had giant ass weapons and Lucio had some weird gun thing that looked like it had speakers built into it.
"Hello there," holstering my peacekeeper. I look to the big guy with the helmet on and wave. "Don't think we've met yet, (Y/n)."
He lets out a grunt before Brigitte grabs my attention. "What's going on here?" I hold up my finger telling her to hold up for a second and quickly draw my Peacekeeper and point it at the business suit guys who were attempting to step towards the edge of the building.
"I would suggest not doing that." Hoping they don't realize I've only got one bullet left in the chamber I walk up to them. "You guys were the ones selling the stuff, right?" One of them gives me a stiff nod. "Why, if you don't mind my asking, were you selling weapons to Talon?"
"They had money," one of them responds.
"Tsk." Shaking my head I place my Peacekeeper back into its holster. "It's always about money, isn't it? Well, hopefully, jail'll knock some of that greed out of you."
"We're not going to jail!" Raising an eyebrow I point to one of the dead Talon agents.
"Would you rather be in his place?"
"Jail's okay."
"Good." Clenching my fist the brass knuckles take their place on my hands and I take a swing knocking one of them out.
"I thought you weren't going to kill us?" The other two start backing away.
"I'm not, just letting you take a quick nap before the cops show up." Before I can do anything Brigitte shows up behind them and knocks them out with the hilt of her flail. "Thanks for that."
"You want to explain now?"
"Maybe not here, don't think this was really legal for me to do, to be honest." Beginning my descent I look over my shoulder. "Your place?" Sirens play in the distance and I pull out the disc from my pocket and press the button before throwing it onto the ground. "See you there."
*Lucio's POV*
When we get back to the hotel room and open the door leading to Reinhardt and I's room (Y/n) is pacing across the floor muttering to himself. "We're back!" He jumps back a little bit before placing a smile on his face.
"Hey, so you want an explanation for what I was doing tonight?" I nod, noting that Reinhardt is taking his gear off as if he doesn't really care.
"You two figure this out, I'm going to sleep." His accent clear to me.
"I want to know what's up with you three, I mean, running around with that hammer and that scar across his eye he's Reinhardt, right?" Brigitte and I take a step back, not expecting him to know about him. "My dad told me all about him and the other operatives at Overwatch."
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Speed Demon (McCree Son Reader x Brigitte)
Fanfiction(Y/n) McCree is an adrenaline junky. He spends his days hunting criminals, upgrading his equipment, or participating in street races. Eventually, his work is discovered by the newly formed Overwatch and he's invited to take up the call. I'm horrible...
