“Don’t you dare come near me!” with Poly!Mchanzo, please ^-^
“Don’t you dare come near me!”
Hanzo’s sharp snap made you and McCree pause in your advance, the cowboy and you exchange a look before turning to look at the archer again. His eyes were narrowed dangerously at the two of you, the scowl on his lips matching the look in his eyes. He had taken a half step back, his foot lightly pressed against the wall, his escape from the two of you closed off. He practically snarled at you as you took a step towards him, five or so feet separating you and McCree from the angry dragon wielder.
“What do you think babe”, you asked, looking at McCree impishly, a wide grin settling onto your lips. “Should we let him go?”
“Well I dunno darlin’”, McCree said, mirroring your smile with a smirk of his own. “Ain’t like Han don’t deserve this, he did start it.”
You nodded your head, shrugging your shoulders as you turned your head away from McCree and back to the horrified man, offering him the smallest of apologetic smiles.
“Sorry Han, you brought this on yourself!”
Both you and McCree surged forward, pressing your paintbrushes and paint covered hands against Hanzo’s front and side. McCree managed to snake an arm around Hanzo’s middle, the two of you laughing hard as Hanzo tried to escape from the paint war you two had brought to him. Well, to be fair, he had started it, flicking his paintbrush at McCree for one of his many idiotic puns. A splatter of mint paint fell across McCree’s face causing you to laugh loudly at him and have him return the favor. Not to be outdone, you had swiped your paint brush across his cheek and thus the two of you, giggling like children, had become so entranced in fighting one another you didn’t see Hanzo sneak away from the battle he had started.
Your arm wrapped around your middle as your laughing fit began to overtake you, hand grabbing at the unpainted wall to keep you upright. McCree’s hold on Hanzo finally loosened enough for the man to break away, the frown on his lips slowly giving way to twitches of a smile as the three of you looked at one another. Broad strokes, splatters, and hand prints covered almost every inch of your, McCree and Hanzo, to a lesser extent. It looked like Junkrat had filled one of his bombs with paint and had set it off in front of you. Catching your breath you stood up straighter, walking towards McCree and Hanzo, placing a kiss on each of their dirty cheeks.
“I do believe we are even gentlemen. How about a shower?”
((Sorry if it wasn’t saucy or angsty, I just got this idea after watching some paintball vids lol))