A Teaspoon of Spice

Meeting Six Foot of Trash

After the first week of routine, you had had pretty much found a small normalcy about you. Most people just accepted you didn't want to talk to anyone, and you had decidedly faded into the every day background.

Accept for one person. Junkrat. The wriggly man you noticed on your second day here.

He would always, at some point or another, have an eye on you. Prying fingers just ready to pick apart at you. You could tell he was planning something- the warning Mcree gave you ringing in your head.

He was a coackroach, but mostly harmless.

Time and time again you'd catch him looking at you, and time and time again you'd give him a half passive agressive half monotone face.

It wasn't personal. He was just the only one who kept paying attention to you- and it sucked.

You didn't want the attention.

But instead of wondering why he was staring, you continued about your days.

Multiple times he had tried to talk to you, most of which was in the cafeteria, and most of which Mcree jumped in, knowing how off centered you were at the moment.

Soldier and Rein were always close by, if not one then the other. And at this point, you'd say you have a soft spot for the big German grandpa.

He yelled, absolutely every goddamn thing he said, but he was so fucking sweet and humble that at some point in time you just started enjoying his company.

He always had tales of Valor and heroism to tell- most of which seemed improbable, but he was genuine, you wouldn't want to tell him otherwise and risk hurting his feelings.

Even Rein had seemed to notice how Junkrat took an interest in you- idly chatting about how the junker was starting to lurk in areas you frequented.

It was weird.

Really weird.

And it just felt like he had some sort of motive backing up his actions. 

At one point he even faked yelling that there was an enemy on base, 76 rushing you out of the room- you could see the disappointment on his face as you left.

So, you kept going about your merry way, trying your best to get stronger, strong enough to stop Talon directly in their tracks.

Until late at night, you just burned out. Completely. Mcree had been here early, you knew this because you were with him, the both of you practicing with Roadhog. For whatever reason the boar asked him to, but as per usual, the both of them eventually left to do their own things.

So, there you were, in the training grounds, sitting on some mock building and feeling like life is a fucking joke. You wondered to yourself if trying was really necessary- if putting so much effort into revenge was even worth it.

You ended up sitting there longer then you thought, the lights automatically turning off, because yes, everyone should be asleep at this time.

Even Mcree, and 76, and Rein, and even Angela. Maybe Winston might still be up experimenting, but you wouldn't want to disturb him. Everyone you had some sort or inclination for was off limits at the moment, and that sucked.

So instead of moving back to your room, you kept sitting up there, overthinking life with a mixture of grief and rage.

But eventually, something new happened.

The training doors slid open, angry and off centered footsteps wandering in.

Whoever it was seethed to themselves about something, and you were too out of it to even care about who could find you.