l'appel du vide

“There was no ‘sooner’. Not the way you think.” Well, sure, McCree had gotten the call from Winston - that he wanted to let Overwatch rise once again, like back then when Overwatch had still been legal. Now, with Reaper, the terrorist, being around, as well as Talon, the world could need people like them, Overwatch to the rescue, and so on.

For Jesse? It had been difficult at first. Back when shit had happened with Blackwatch and Overwatch, when he’d left them all behind, he’d lost the one family that had helped him to gain strength and power. Not only physical strength and power, but also emotional. He’d lost a home, lost friends, had heard of Gabriel’s and Jack’s death… Gabriel’s one had hit him the most. So, how could one ask him to simply come back and act as if everyhing was fine?

… It had been hard. It had taken some weeks for him to decide. Staying out on the fields with Whiskey as the only friend, living from day to day as the bounty hunter and outlaw he still called himself? Or return to what had once pulled him in and helped him to become what he was now, even though it hurt?

“Was at the other end of the world. Needed to get here first. Took a while.”

“Being hunted does not make for speedy travel, that I know.” The Sniper nods, sipping her tea with a softened sigh leaving her. “I did not leave Talon under the best circumstances admittedly..” she almost laughs.

Shifting, she sits up a little further and settles an arms length away from the man. “You do not have regular cigarettes I suppose?” Amelie intones then, looking over at the man. “I haven’t smoked in years..” she admits, and hasn’t even considered it to calm the nerves.

As Jesse finally reached the counter he grabbed the pot filled with hot water, as well as a teabag, and put both into one of the cups that were still clean. Most of them were already used, as always, since no one really wanted to wash the dishes.

“Ain’t one to let a woman stop me from havin’ tea or coffee.” Not even Widowmaker. While he knew what she was capable of, he also knew what he himself could do - having the highest bounty of them all did prove enough, in his opinion. He did not gain such an amount for nothing.

He gently stirred the liquid with a spoon then, after putting in some sugar, heavy frame leaning against the counter as he chewed on his cigar, the smoke gathering under his hat before dissolving into the thick air between them.

“Yeah, sure, man like me does enjoy robbin’ trains. That’s what I do for a livin’.” McCree huffed, cocking an eyebrow before - finally - meeting the woman’s gaze again. “You sure do know, wasn’t me doin’ the shit. Your former friends were after somethin’ that seemed to be valuable for them. Kicked it out of the train, whatever it was.” A pause, and McCree sucked some smoke into his cheeks, before letting it slip out between his chappd lips. Never breaking their eye contact.

“But we all know, mankind needs a bad one. Like me. A bounty hunter, outlaw, whatever… Overwatch seems to need them as well. That’s why I’m here.”

Something eerily close to a laugh leaves Amelie’s mouth and she shakes her head a little with the noise.

One woman. The gall.

“Funny.”, was what came over McCree’s lips first once he’d heard the woman’s voice, hazel hues locking into her form just to trail away a second later as he made his way over to the counter. “Most people say I’m the opposite of bein’ quiet.” Especially since his boots were making all those jingle-jangle sounds as he walked.

Well, whatever. Maybe Widowmaker’s hearing wasn’t that good anymore - or, she was trying to be funny. Sarcastic, even. Would be more like it, actually.

It still felt odd to have her around. Especially since she didn’t really fit in here… but, apart from that, she’d been a rather normal woman once. Talon just hadn’t been the best influence…

"People focus more on those spurs than how you walk." Amelie replies simply, lifting her gaze from her mug to the sharpshooter. She carefully inclines her head in a better sort of welcoming gesture. "I do commend your bravery, it looks like most people are avoiding me... guess that is ehat happens when you were part of a terrorist group." The Widow gives McCree a quick lool and a half smile that could rend flesh if it wanted too.

“You know, you walk too quietly, Cowboy?” The widow ventures as she looks at the man who entered the kitchen. She spooned a few heaps of sugar into her mug before stirring it a few times with an annoying scrape.

The Widow gripped at the rod that held aloft her IV as she stood on shaky legs in the exam room. She was too weak to hold herself up, no wonder the good doctor didn’t seem intimidated by being in a room alone with her.

She could feel the bags under her eyes, and the thin layer for grime and oil that had built up from weeks without movement and certainly no energy to get up and take a shower.

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Amelie who is detoxing from brainwashing is…. terrible. She is mean, because hey! She has emotions again, but why be compliant? Anger and vitrol is a much easier emotion to latch onto after being a living weapon for so long.

She presses into old wounds of who ever may come to talk to her. She mentions Gerard’s death and Makes Sure They Know How Much The Widow Enjoyed It.

“But now there is a need for a plan, is that it?” Her head dips down, brow bending up just enough to paint her intrigue. Amelie draws near to the glass, and Quinn remains as still as a sentinel; chin lifted, gaze lidded, unflinching. 

“Kind of you to do so.” As if she needs reminding. Her eyes flit to the security feeds, before pulling up the small interface embedded at her wrist. A small screen pops up, casting the room in cold tones. “The truth, for one. Answer my questions, and I can make this a mutually beneficial experience. I’m not going to sugarcoat the meat of it. The decision is yours to make, Lacroix.”

“It is better to in here than being hunted out there--” The Widow taps the glass twice with her knuckle, “Talon was a little upset I made a choice of.... retirement.” Th sniper shrugged a little. “They may have whispered into a few ears of some intelligence agencies that I was the one who killed Tekharta.” She admits with a look at the woman.