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It had been all of one week. If he was being entirely honest, Alucard wasn’t really sure how he’d ended up on this team. He usually tried to stay away from organizations like this, usually let the humans fight their own wars and figure things out for themselves. There was something about this particular group, though, that drew him in, and he’d found himself in the Overwatch headquarters. He’d let himself in, of course; There weren’t many ways to get into a high security facility if you didn’t just let yourself in. Almost as soon as he appeared in the facility, he had guns trained on him. He had to say he was impressed by how prepared they were. He had simply raised his hands in surrender and let himself be led away.

One interrogation later, rather than be kicked out or killed, as he had expected, he was instead offered a position on a team called Blackwatch. At the time, he wasn’t sure what the difference between Overwatch and Blackwatch was, but he figured if Blackwatch was working with Overwatch, they couldn’t be that bad. He had agreed, and two days later met the men who were to be his teammates. A man with a serious cowboy fetish and a man who looked and smelled more metal and circuits than flesh. Nobody seemed to care that he wasn’t human. If they did, they didn’t show it.

He spent the rest of the week in the training facility, practicing with his new teammates and showing his fighting skills. The boss, a man named Reyes, seemed impressed, and a week after joining, he was sent on his first mission. It was a simple recon, and he was accompanied by McCree, who was meant to keep an eye on him. He observed the cowboy sitting across from him on the copter with curiosity. He didn’t know much about his teammate, but now wasn’t the time to ask questions. He hadn’t had much time for anything but training in the last week. And of course the time that he did have free, everyone else was asleep.

      "You still have that flask handy, Hanzo?”

      Hanzo looks over from where his arrow lodged into the soft packing behind the holograph target, focusing his attention on McCree. The two have ended up in the range at the same odd hours of the night enough times that the two have settled into a rhythm- one that Hanzo found himself more and more comfortable with as the months went by. So he replies with a nod- all that he knows is needed between them.

      The gunslinger’s next question is new ground for them both- the offer of time spent together outside of business, outside of the silent companionship of training together. It’s new, and new brings with it caution, where Hanzo considers the options- gaze still leveled on McCree’s own. The unabashed hope he sees there is almost hard to miss- and Hanzo is surprised to find that knowing that hope makes coming up with other things he could be doing that much harder. 

      It is needlessly indulgent- but Hanzo figures even he can enjoy some company from time to time.

      “I suppose it would not hurt anything,” Hanzo begins, musing almost entirely to himself, gaze drifting town and towards the side, bow lowering as he thinks for a moment more. He brings his attention back fully onto the other, fully decided, “I will gather my things.”

Defeat! Success. Though it had to be a painful fall by the looks of it. Loki laughed first at the fact that Jesse had fallen on his ass and second because of the water soaking the poor cowboy’s face. It was pathetic and hilarious and endearing wrapped all in one. 

PLOTTED --- @sonofagunslinger

The idea of a road trip never would have crossed Loki’s mind had McCree not suggested it. Loki wasn’t allowed to drive, you see. Why would a creature like himself go on a road trip if he couldn’t even drive? Well, the situation was much different when Jesse proposed the idea to him, that stupidly charming grin on his face and that adorable look in his eyes. Loki jumped at the opportunity to spend quality alone time with his... boyfriend?--and any excuse to temporarily run from his duties as King, to take a much needed vacation, was readily used.

Much to Keir’s own relief, McCree was well aware he’d be the only one driving. Loki may have whispered “I can drive a few times, if need be” to him, but there was little hope within him that the offer would be taken. Not that he was a bad driver, he was just... fast. And a little aggressive. (”Insane! This isn’t GTA!” Keir would yell).

The day they left it was blustery, swollen clouds threatening rain, which wasn’t an uncommon event in Washington especially where they were located. Loki often visited various cities across the country during his off time, if not for the change of scenery then for the experience of observing how humans acted in each place, witnessing their different habits and quirks molded from the place they lived in. Now, the idea of being able to see what rested between each city--the lonesome plains, long stretches of highway seemingly going nowhere, even the rest stops--actually excited him. It would be a whole new experience for him and one he could share with the man he cared for the most.

After packing--mostly clothes, maybe a book or two--and shoving suitcases into the trunk of their vehicle, Loki slipped into the passengers side. The seat was adjusted to accommodate his long legs, and the moment he was settled, he curiously began to pilfer the glove compartment. Of course, car manuals were only so fascinating, but given the excitement bubbling in his stomach, the booklet was more fascinating to him than normal. 

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{ that face when McCree is getting really into his explanation of a thing i love }