McCree @overwatch-reader-imagines ((…i kinda did it?))
McCree never missed, his eye twinkling with death at all those in front of him. A deadly aura radiated from hm as he raised his gun, ready to shoot at everyone. Your back was turned, face hidden. He didn’t know it was you. That was a problem.
Because McCree never missed.
The shot hit you in the middle-left side of your back, and for two seconds, you felt nothing but the force of the shot propelling you foreword. Then the excruciating pain swallowed you whole. Your head tilted back, mouth open in a silent scream of pain, your hands flying to the wound. It took what felt like decades for you to fall on your knees, but all you could focus on was the sharp sting that was gliding through your abdomen.
The sound of battle meant nothing to you, knowing that you had finished any enemy around you. Slumping to the ground, your arms the only thing stopping your face from colliding with the floor, you finally jump out of your haze, grunting as you stood, palms of your hands going to the bullet holes. You turn slowly, knowing the shot came from behind you, and you face the shooter.
Only to come face to face with McCree.
You gasp as your eyes meet, and you move your lips to say something, to tell him it’s fine, to go get help, but before you can help it, your legs fall out from underneath you, the last thing you see is McCree’s face in tears before you black out.
He was used to being alone, unused to sharing his space. He wasn’t sure how to think about it, you take up so much space than what he knew what to do with. So he lashed out, making you nibble on your lip as you held back tears. He immediately regretted it when you left, his heart aching.
He knew it was a stupid reason to get angry at you. To anyone else it wouldn’t have mattered, but after yet another day of missions beside his brother whom he was confused about, another sequence of sneers from people who hated him for his clan’s actions, he was frustrated to say the least. However, it was no reason to tell you that he regretted you moving in.
His first reaction after the words fell out of his mouth was regret, not the hollow kind he felt with others, but the heart stretching, gut twisting kind of remorse that made him want to turn around and apologize. But you were already gone, the door slamming, and like always, Hanzo was too late.