The Calm in His Storm (Octane x Wattson)

three

Octavio tried to sleep. He really did, but every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was Natalie. She was so nice and beautiful and damn smart too.

He knew because she had to be to help create the storm at such a young age. Not to mention the way she acted on the battlefield.

He groaned under his breath, glancing over at the time. It was nearly four in the morning now and he had only slept a few hours.

He ran his fingers through his hair and stood up. No one would be up so he didn't put on his mask as he left the room in search of some snacks.

He yawned and rubbed his eyes tiredly, turning the corner, only to bump into something.

"Oh! I'm sorry I..." Octavio froze at the soft voice and slowly looked up. Natalie was standing over him in nothing but a baggy shirt and possibly shorts, he couldn't tell.

Her hair was messy and her blue eyes wide as she stared at him.

Oh no.

He immediately shot up, attempting to run away, when she grabbed his shirt.

"Don't go." she whispered and he swallowed. He turned slowly and then frowned. He hadn't realized it before but, her eyes looked red and poofy.

She had been crying.

Who made her cry?

And why did this piss him off so much?

"You're very handsome Octavio...why do you hide your face?" she asked softly, reaching up to caress his jaw lightly. His breath hitched and he swallowed roughly, his hazel eyes staring into her own.

Natalie thought Octavio was probably the most handsome Legend there. Of course Elliot (Mirage) was good looking but Octavio had the prettiest eyes and his features were sharp yet strong.

Yet boyish at the same time. He had a bit of stubble on his face and she noticed that his hair was shaved on one side, the ends of his hair dyed the same color green as his stim.

If his fans saw him like this they would love him even more.

"...I'm just self-conscience mostly but the girls love the mysterious guys." he said and she found herself giggling quietly.

He relaxed at this, the sound making him less angry. He still wanted to know why she was crying.

"Why were you crying, princesa?" he asked and Natalie sniffled. He immediately pulled her into a gentle hug, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist and she leaned against him, her face warm.

She had never been held by anyone but her papa before. It was strange but she liked it. Octavio was warm and smelled good. She felt safe in his arms.

She snuggled against him, looking up at him when he reached up, wiping her tears away.

"I had a bad dream...it was about my papa dying." she mumbled and his expression softened. "Esta bíen, hermosa. No llores." he murmured and she didn't know what he had said but somehow it still made her feel better.

She liked his accent and even more so when he spoke his mother tongue. His voice was deeper and huskier.

They were silent, mostly, with Octavio whispering soothing things in her ear, until she felt herself getting sleepy. He noticed this too and carefully picked her up, smiling when she leaned against him, nuzzling her head into his chest.

She was so light and she looked so small in his arms.

"Lele..where's your room?" he asked quietly and she mumbled under her breath. He didn't understand and he realized that she was already falling asleep.

He couldn't just stand there or leave her out there.

It was when he heard someone else coming that he finally decided to rush back to his own room. He couldn't have anyone else seeing his face. It was one thing to have Natalie see but if anyone else saw...

He wasn't ready for that.

He opened the door to his room then stepped inside. He closed the door quietly, locking it, then slowly placed Natalie onto his bed.

He tried to pull away but she wouldn't let go. She would whimper when he tried to get his arms from around her.

"Alright..don't kill me when you wake up." he muttered and slowly climbed into bed behind her. As soon as he pulled the sheet up over them, she turned around and snuggled closer to him.

The daredevil sighed and stared down at her until everything went dark.