Can you do the Junker daughter after they join overwatch, and she gets kidnapped by Talon and used as a bargaining chip? (I NEED ME SOME ANGST BOI)
Enjoy the angst! Dad Junkrat is just the best!!
The door to the room slides open and shut, but you pay no mind to it, believing it be either Junkrat or Roadhog finally returning. You’re on the boarder of falling asleep, a warm haze of partial consciousness. You snuggle closer to your new stuffed cat toy; a little gift from that fast tracer girl.
Suddenly two large hands grab you and drag you out from your spot. You scream in shock and drop your toy, instantly kicking and shouting for the person to put you down. When you manage to finally see the perpetrator’s face, you don’t know what to think anymore.
A bone white owl’s mask stares back at you.
Junkrat’s heart basically stops when he sees you in Reaper’s arms. Your hair is ratted and your eyes are red with unshed tears. Roadhog has to physically restrain his friend from jumping into the middle of the firefight.
“I know this brat belongs to you,” Reaper barks out, “I’ll blow her head off if you don’t cease fire.”
The fight falls silent, the order to stop shooting ringing through everyone’s ear piece.
“What do you want, Reaper?” 76 demands, stepping out with his gun still raised. “Let the kid go.”
“Where are the two that own this little runt?” The barrel of his large gun digs into your temple. “Come out, you two. Weapons down.”
Junkrat and Roadhog emerge from their cover, hook and launcher lowered at their sides. You’re shaking in Reaper’s hold and can’t stop from crying out, “Dad! Help!”
“Shut up.” The ghost pinches your cheeks with his claws. “Now, I’m going to need all the blueprints for those big bad weapons you’re planning on making. Or, you won’t have a daughter anymore, rat.”
Junkrat doesn’t know what to do, his head is empty, his heart is cold, and his limbs won’t listen to him. He wants to run forward and scoop you up in his arms, but knows he can’t with all these guns pointed at you. No one should be touching his daughter.
“You’re not getting those plans,” 76 snaps.
Reaper pays no mind and stares down the two junkers. There’s a sick amusement in his tone as he speaks, “Maybe I won’t kill her. No, maybe I’ll just dump her off in the middle of Junkertown. How long do you think she’ll survive on her own there? How far do you think she’ll get before another man snatches her up and makes her his ‘daughter’?” He pats your head lovingly. “I don’t think they’ll be as nice as you, rat.”
Junkrat’s glare is full of hate and malice for the wraith. The second he gets the chance, he’s going to blow the fuckers head off.