Overwatch x Reader

McCree x Reader: Cold Tension Part Four

We all know what's gonna happen.

Also there's nudity in this (if wearing underpants and any other undergarments y/n (aka YOU) count as nude) BUT THERE WAS CONCENT (permission was asked because permission= a good quality to look for in a partner and means that person respect boundaries) 

No bird or bees were conceived. No forbidden dancing. NO SMUT FOR YOU. 

Y/N POV:

I felt two hands reaching out for me, grabbing onto my arm and hoisting me out of the water; where I was met with the cold air blowing against my body. I coughed out the water, breathing hastily as I tried to catch my breath. My teeth began to chatter and my body began to shake. I felt myself get lifted up by the same warm hands that lifted me out of the water. I knew who it was, and I hated it. I wish I could push him off of me and walk by myself. I wish I could run away and never see him again. Most of all, I wish I didn't make the stupid mistake of waking on thin ice. My eyebrows scrunched together as I cried, not having the strength to hold in my tears any longer.

Within about three minutes, McCree was able to place down the tent and get me inside. He put my backpack outside, and turned his attention toward me: the sobbing and shivering mess of a human being.

"Darling, I'm going to have to take off your clothes."

I shake my head, "No, no. Don't-"

"I can't have you freezing." He looks down at the zipper of my coat, "May I?"

I sighed, remembering Mercy's instructions. I had to do it if I wanted to live, didn't matter how uncomfortable it was going to be. I nodded, and his hands carefully took off every article of wet clothing that stuck to my skin; along with my soaked snow boots. The chain around my neck was lifted, McCree clasping the shiny flash drive into his back pocket, promising he would put it into his bag later. He left my undergarments, just to keep me relatively decent. Then, I was met with a bundle of warm fabric that smelled like whiskey and cigars, with a hint of gunpowder. I wrapped myself in it's warmth, feeling like a caterpillar in a cocoon.

"This is just until I put your stuff out to dry, I hope it's enough for now." McCree tilted my chin to get me to look at him in the eyes, the leather of his glove brushing gently against my jaw. "You ok?" It was weird seeing him with such a worried expression; the only faces McCree showed were happiness and anger. What made it more weird is that he was looking at me with distress. His eyes pleading for a response and his eternal frown he wore the entirety of the mission now grown soft. This was a side of McCree I never knew.

"I'm not as cold as before." My teeth chatter as I make out a single sentence, trying to make a slight grin but soon faded with all the shuddering my body was doing to keep the heat.

"I won't be too far, so don't come out the tent in your underwear looking for me. Ok?" He shares my grin as he caresses my cheek with his thumb.

"Ok." I mumbled, fighting the urge to nuzzle my cheek further into his touch. His hand let go, and I was left alone with nothing but my undies and McCree's red serape. I bundled the thick wooly fabric tighter around my skin as if it could fuse into a second layer of flesh. I was already curling up into a ball, making sure that no part of my body was exposed to the bitter cold. The only thing my mind seemed to focus on was the chilly temperature and how badly I wanted to fall asleep. I tried keeping my eyes open, waiting for McCree to come back. He said he'd come back, and wouldn't leave me here alone. There was no reason for me to doubt him, and yet I did. Maybe the reason he was being nice to me now was out of obligation. He doesn't want me to tattle about his rude behavior to Mercy or to be crying on the way back to the base in front of Echo. Echo's wired to seek help whenever an agent breaks down; Dr.Zhao didn't just want her to help agents physically but mentally as well. McCree probably swaddled me in this shawl because he wants to avoid having to touch me or even look at me. He's worried about saving his own ass, not mine. I felt a pit form in my stomach, water blurring my eyes once again. I could barely feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. Pulling up the wooly cloth to my face, I felt my breathing go faster and faster. My mind went blank as my body began to take control. Cold fingertips went over my eyes as I heard myself sobbing hysterically. My heart beating out of my chest along with my lungs, hurting my ribs. I wasn't supposed to be like this, I wasn't supposed to come out of this mission hurting after trying so hard to not die. I'd rather be shot than be left freezing and panicking on the floor of Reinhardt's tent in nothing but a serape, hopelessly waiting for a cowboy to come save me from this icy hell.

The zipping sound of the zipper pulling down made me jump, perking my head slightly to see McCree coming in with a sleeping bag.

"Oh, Darling, did I leave you in here too long?" He cooed as he crawled in, and pulled me into his lap.

"Yea." I whimpered as I seamlessly sunk into his embrace.

"I'm gonna take off my shirt to try to keep you warm." He rubs my arms, looking at me straight in the eyes to see any sign of me objecting.

"Just do it, McCree." I mumbled as I leaned away from his chest as he unbuttoned his leather jacket and his dress shirt, exposing his hairy chest. His hand goes to pull off the serape from my body, my hands immediately tugging the fabric away from him.

"Come on, Darling. I'm not gonna look anywhere I shouldn't be. All I care about right now is keeping you alive."

I shook my head, "No you don't!" I whined.

"Then I wonder why I even bothered to give you my serape if I didn't care." McCree said sarcastically. My gaze goes back to him; he takes it as the opportunity to pull off the serape and put my head on his bare chest as he puts the red fabric around us, piling on his jacket and opening the sleeping bag to make a makeshift quilt.

I argued back, "You didn't care... when you pretended I didn't exist... on the first day of the mission- and you never talked to me like you would with your friends." I sniffled as I felt another stream of tear drops roll down from my eyes. "And... you never took me seriously or listened to what I say... I get it if you don't like having me around but-" I inhaled more air, weeping before I could finish what I had to say. "You don't need to remind me." My eyes shut as I mewled into his chest, his hair prickling my skin. His metal hand rubbed my back slowly against the layers of fabric, his right arm cradling my waist. His torso pressed securely against my own; warming my cool skin along with the heat coming from the pile of clothes. It all felt wrong. Being in this situation of life and death, feeling weak as ever and all in front of my biggest critic. I grumbled at the thought.

"I'm sorry that I haven't been clear with you." McCree spoke. He showed no sign of hesitation, keeping his steady breath and his hand rubbing my back at a normal pace. "I'm sorry that I've made you feel like you were inferior. To be honest, I never once hated you." I could hear his heart beating like a drum, going faster than it was before. He continued, "I was intimidated by you... because you pull yourself together effortlessly. Always showing up on time for everything, always giving your friends that contagious smile." His chest rumbles as he lets out a short laugh, "Even made one of those agents with a stick up his ass break out laughing when you accidentally gave Winston the wrong coffee." I turned my head to see McCree's eyes staring up in thought, furrowing my eyebrows as I wonder how he remembered that incident during the first few weeks I was in Overwatch. At least now I know Winston drinks decaf and Angela drinks pure black with two sugars.

"I made a rule for myself not to bring anyone close to me, because I don't think I'm worth it. I've made plenty of mistakes, enough to put 6 million bucks on my head. So I pushed you away, like an idiot. Maybe if I treated you kindly, I wouldn't have to...Nevermind." He was shutting down on me. Lena's words came back into my mind, "Maybe, he has a crush on you!" "He treats you differently from everyone else!" The look in his eyes when I confronted him, it was like he was holding back something. He wanted to say something, but fought the urge to interject.

"What?" I wondered out loud.

"Don't mind it, Darling. Just focus on getting better." He pushed me away again. I would have told him off if it weren't for the realization of how tired I am. My eyelids grew heavy and the rush of anxiety had long past since he came back into the tent. I couldn't fight back the urge to sleep any longer with McCree holding me in his warm arms. I was lulled into slumber by the sound of McCree humming a song that was vaguely familiar. My mind didn't care to figure it out.