#widomaker

A standoff on the rooftops in a rundown factory town in Arizona. Hanzo Shimada had his arrows at the ready searching for Widow Maker while Jesse McCree watched his back. The two long-range fighters had built a strange bond, the two did not start out on great terms but over time they developed familiarity with one another and often found themselves enjoying each other’s company in silence reading into actions rather than words. Static ran over the coms and Fareeha’s voice rang through “Jesse I think some of your friends have come to join the party.” “Shit.” Jesse spat out, they didn't have enough manpower to fight off both Talon and Dead Lock. “Everything is Okay!” Orisa sang through “I have secured the package, I will be at the drop point momentarily.” she said with an assured tone. 76 was quick to chime in. “I’ve got eyes on Dead Lock, they have explosives keep a lookout for-” The old soldier was interrupted by blasts happening at several buildings, through the town. Hanzo heard a blast close to his left, then far to his right. He motioned the grab the gunslinger and flee before hearing a cascade of booms from below him and like wet paper, the floor tore from beneath him and they both began to plummet. Hanzo knew this wouldn’t be pleasant. Hanzo’s eyes fluttered open seeing only the dark, given the weight on his chest he gave a guess to say he was under the rubble. His head was pounding and the various voices in his com did not help, most asking for a status though he couldn’t tell you who had been asking. He took a breath and reached for his communicator. But heard Jesse’s voice speak first. “ ‘M fine just buried under a few tons of house, how about you Shimada?” Jesse spoke trying to sound lax but there was a slight strain to his voice. “I am alright, but also pinned. We were in the center south of town 3 blocks down from the extraction point. I can hold out until the area is clear.” Hanzo wanted to make sure this was clear, he wouldn’t have them risk any danger for his sake. “Understood we will be back for you two soon.” 76 said sternly to say they would not be left behind.

Hanzo settled hearing the sound of fighting fade off, it was getting quite, he began gently tapping his finger counting the seconds to both pass the time and to distract from the pain from the back of his head, all of him was sore and he would likely feel this more tomorrow then he does now but it couldn’t be dwelled on. This worked for a time, the act kept him in a meditative state, but this got harder as his ears were forced to hear the team fighting with him unable to help, he began to grit his teeth to push past it until McCree chirped into the coms. “Hey Soldier, Shimada and I are gonna have our own party on channel two, hop in when you're ready. “Very well McCree.” 76 stated before barking out another order Hanzo fumbled with his com n the dark switching over to channel two as McCree said they would, he felt no objections, perhaps the cowboy had the same issue with hearing what he could not help with. Hanzo began his rhythmic tapping before hearing a southern drawl in his ear again. “Can ya hear me, archer?”

“Yes, McCree.” Hanzo said flatly

“How are ya holding up?” “As fine as one can be trapped under a large beam.” he waited a beat before adding more. “And yourself?” He was trying to make a point to seem more curious of others, a slow process but one he was improving on.

“Ah, the same all n’ all.” he chuckled “suppose you couldn’t just shoot your dragons and bust all this off us huh?”

“Even if I could move enough to fire a shot it would only make the building drop more, we’d be dead in moments.” Hanzo assured.

“Suppose that’s true.” McCree hummed “Hey, whats say we play a game?”

“A game?”

“Yeah, 20 questions. I ask you somethin’ then you-”

“I know how the game works McCree.”

“Right, ‘spouse it’s all in the title. So what do ya say? Good way to pass the time.”

Hanzo took in a breath and let it out almost tiredly “Okay.” He really had no desire to but it would be a welcome distraction.

 The two each had a darker past that was wisely never touched on, most the questions consisted of likes and dislikes, the worst it got to was adolescent pranks, Hanzo’s being convincing a very young Genji that a Yoki lived in Shimada castle and would eat his toes if he kept returning to Hanzo’s room uninvited.

Static buzzed as 76 voice spoke. “Area is cleared we are clearing the rubble.” Everyone kept talking making sure everything was fine and if they were anywhere near or if the digging needed to stop. It took several hours, McCree had managed to be higher up in the mess of the building but soon after Hanzo could hear them getting closer and directed them. Everything felt better when fresh air hit his face and the beam taken off his chest. Everything was so dark, it was late he was sure but it must have been hard to shuffle through debris blindly at night. He stumbled out of the hole with the help of large metal hands “I have you!” Orisa said cheerfully as she helped Hanzo to another location.

Making it to other voices nearby he heard Lucio call out “Wow man, you're not looking too good, were you hit by a building.” he joked trying to lift the mood. Hanzo rolled his eyes which weirdly made his head hurt more. He cleared his throat “shouldn’t you actually see me before making assumptions about my state of appearance.” he said flatly which was only met by the team’s eerie silence.

The quite seemed to drag on making Hanzo frustrated. He heard footsteps come near him after a moment Lucio spoke. “Alright Hanzo, I’m going to touch you okay.” His voice was clear and lacked it’s usual playful lilt to it. “When you fell what was hurt, do you remember?”

Hanzo thought with a small hum in his throat. “I remember the fall but not the landing, I came to quickly though and if I had any open wounds I surely would have noticed by now.” he said before a hiss escaped his teeth feeling pressure at the base of his skull.

“Okay.” Lucio said a slight shake to his voice. “Shimada San I need you to stay calm, but from what I can tell you’ve suffered a concussion, I believe you may have hit your Optical nerve. I won't know if it’s permanent until we get back to base.”

Hanzo felt his body go tight, almost like something had pulled a string to make him go stiff. His mind raced. ‘No I can’t go blind, what am I good for if I cant see, what use am I to the team, to Genji if I can’t see.’ he was sure someone was talking but his own thoughts flooded them out until he felt a gloved hand hold his head and skin press gently onto his forehead.

Jesse’s voice cut through the madness of his mine “Han, listen to me, you are going to be fine.”