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Cherry Blossoms (Hanzo Shimada + OC) Chapter 1

Chapter 1 of Cherry Blossoms (Master List)

Summary:  While Mcree was underground, he saved a young girl from some Deadlock thugs. She tags along with him, becoming like a little sister, and is there when he gets the recall notification. So Danny and Mcree made their way to Paris, and joined the newly reformed Overwatch. Danny is now determined to make a scowling archer crack a smile.

Alpha/Beta/Omega verse

Pairing: Alpha Hanzo Shimada + Omega OC

Word Count: 1892 words

Danny hated the desert. 

The only plants she could see were lonely cacti. Even in towns, nothing grew. Instead of nervous teenagers giving their dates flowers, they would show up empty handed. Danny doubted residents even had house plants. If it weren’t for holovids, she doubted any of them would know the color green.

She felt stupid now, for thinking her beat up hoverbike could have gotten her to Sacremento. Three towns ago it had broken down, and the local mechanics told her it was beyond saving. Out here, it was impossible to get a vehicle for the amount of money Danny had on her. She had searched in each town for anyone even selling a vehicle, but she was out of luck. There wasn’t even a train or bus depot for another 50 miles.

Danny adjusted her rifle strap on her shoulder as she continued walking along the side of the highway. She didn’t dare hitchhike. For an omega, that was a death sentence, it was how omegas disappeared and were never heard from again. She was on suppressants, and she doubted people could smell her designation, but she wasn’t taking any chances. In the distance, she could hear a motor, and she wandered further off the road, waiting for it to pass her.

It didn’t.

She could hear the motor getting closer, before powering down, and she glanced over her shoulder, trying not to freak out. Behind her, a group of men hopped out of their hovertruck, smirking as they began to approach her. They all had the Deadlock gang’s logo on their jacket, and Danny’s fingers twitched where they hovered over her thigh. She had a hidden knife strapped there, but she doubted it would do much as she eyed the heavy guns they were all carrying.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” one of the men drawled, walking closer to her, and Danny continued walking, not acknowledging them. “You lost?” he asked, his buddies sniggering behind him. Danny ignored him. “Hey!” he shouted, not liking being ignored, and shoved her shoulder. Danny whipped around with a glare.

“What do you want?” she hissed, craning her neck to look up at the man. Her nose crinkled as his scent hit her in the face. He smelled like rotten fruit, but she could also smell that he was an alpha. His buddies were betas, not that it mattered much, seeing as they all easily had a foot over her height. The man chuckled.

“Well, I was just gonna take your money…” he paused, reaching a hand out to stroke grimy fingers along her cheek. Danny flinched away. “But-” he cut himself off at the sound of another motor approaching them. They all turned to look at the newcomer, seeing a hoverbike coming towards them, with a scarf or cape or something billowing behind the rider.

The bike began to slow, coming to a stop right next to the hover truck. The rider swung his leg over the side, stepping off and adjusting his stetson. He looked like a real life cowboy, and Danny resisted the urge to snort at his get up. He even had spurs on his boots, which clicked ominously as he stepped towards the alpha and her.

“Jesse Mcree,” the man in front of Danny sneered, turning completely from Danny and placing his hands on his hips with a chuckle. “Thought you were up and gone from these parts,” the newcomer chuckled, his voice a low husk.

“Got some unfinished business ‘round here,” he responded with a shrug, and Danny slowly began to back away from the group, looking around for anything she could use to hide. Another reason she hated the desert, nothing but flat plains for miles. Sightlines for miles. There was no way she could get far enough away in time. “And I reckon if I can stop Deadlock scum like you from terrorizing a couple pretty faces along the way, bonus,” his lips twisted up in a smirk as his head tilted, revealing shining brown eyes under his stetson. He shot a wink at Danny, who continued to back away. The Deadlock alpha growled, whipping around and grabbing Danny’s arm, dragging her back to him. She let out a yelp of pain at his bruising grip, stumbling into his chest, where he held her.

“I suggest you move along,” he muttered lowly, and Mcree shook his head, eyes narrowing as they zeroed in on where the alpha gripped Danny’s arm.

“I suggest you let her go,” he growled back, and Danny caught a whiff of his scent. He smelled like apple pie and something that Danny immediately found herself associating with protection. He was an alpha, too, though she almost didn’t need his scent to tell that. The alpha holding her jostled her a bit, the hand not holding her slipping a pistol from a holster by his hip. The two betas with him both raised their machine guns, and Danny tensed.

The cowboy smirked at her reassuringly, nodding at her.

“Don’t you worry now, doll,” he said, a hand lowering to where a peacekeeper was resting in a holster by his hip. “This’ll be over in two minutes,” despite herself, Danny felt her shoulders relax, shooting him a smirk in return.

“I’ll start counting,” she teased, and Mcree’s eyes flashed with mirth before he was drawing his peacekeeper and shooting one of the goons behind him, rolling out of the way as the other began frantically firing at him. The alpha holding Danny began firing as well, struggling with Danny in his other hand, and she took her chance, grabbing the knife strapped to her thigh and turning, stabbing it up through his skull before quickly jumping away, crouching and turning to the remaining Deadlock member, only to see him collapse with a hole in his chest.

She let out a sigh of relief, turning to her cowboy savior with a large smile.

“Thank you,” she breathed, and he nodded, returning her smile.

“Course,” he responded, walking over to the hover truck and sorting through a bag thrown haphazardly in the back. He pulled out a couple ammo clips and shoved them in a saddle bag on his bike before turning to Danny. “The name’s Jesse Mcree,” he introduced, extending a hand, and Danny firmly shook it.

“Danny,” she said, and Mcree tilted his head with an expectant look. “No clue what my last name is,” he sniffed the air, probably trying to smell any deception, but it was the truth. Danny had given herself many last names over the years, but she had never known her actual family name. Mcree nodded before gesturing to his bike.

“Need a ride?” he asked, and Danny hesitated, eyeing the alpha in front of her nervously, and he chuckled. “No funny business, promise,” he raised his left hand and crossed his heart with his right. Danny’s eyes zeroed in on his prosthetic, before she quickly averted her gaze, not wanting to be rude. “So?” the cowboy asked, swinging a leg over his bike and readying his hands on the handlebars. Danny nodded with a smile, hopping on behind him.

“Thank you,” she murmured, and he chuckled, starting the bike.

“Course,” he said again, before they were zipping down the highway.

They both expected at that time that they would part at the next town, or that Jesse would take Danny to the nearest train depot at most.

But surprisingly, they stayed together long after the next town, and the next, and the next. They developed an almost sibling like bond, and knew almost everything about each other.

One night, in a dingy motel they were staying in for a couple days, Jesse suddenly turned to Danny.

“How’re you doing on suppressants?” he asked, and Danny jumped, her eyes widening as she turned from where she had been cleaning her sniper rifle.

“What?” she asked, eyes narrowing on Jesse, and he shrugged.

“I’ve spent long enough with you that I can sort of smell you, under the suppressants,” he explained, sitting next to her on the bed, and Danny tensed. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Jesse to know that she was an omega, but the longer she waited to tell him the harder it got. She was worried he would be upset that she hadn’t told him sooner. “I don’t blame you for not telling me, of course,” he said, throwing an arm around her shoulder, and Danny breathed a sigh of relief, leaning into him slightly. “I just wanna make sure you’ve got what you need,” he said, and Danny nodded.

“I’m good for now,” she said, and Jesse nodded.

“Good,”

Almost a year after Jesse had first saved Danny on the side of the road, an interesting thing happened.

A token in Jesse’s pocket started beeping, and both of them jumped. They were in another motel, and Jesse’s eyes widened when he realized what the noise was.

“Quick, check for bugs!” he hissed, and Danny’s brows furrowed, but she did as he said, looking around the room for any hidden cameras or microphones. When she determined the room was clear, she nodded to Jesse. He sighed, pulling a token out of his pocket, and Danny sat next to him, eyes widening when she saw the logo.

“Is that..?” she began to ask, and Jesse nodded.

“Overwatch,” he confirmed. She knew about his past with Blackwatch, of course, but she was surprised that he still had this token.

“What does it mean?” she asked, and Jesse sighed.

“It means there’s been a recall,” he said, and Danny’s brows furrowed.

“A recall?”

“They’re getting the band back together,” he elaborated, and Danny grinned.

“That’s great!” she cheered, and Jesse glanced at her in confusion. “I mean, the world needs something like Overwatch,” she shrugged. “We need heroes,” Jesse smirked, though his eyes were sad, and he shook his head.

“Must be a fluke,” he muttered, tossing the token on the bedside table, and Danny frowned, picking up the token and staring at it. “I’m no hero,” he sighed, flopping back on the bed, and Danny sighed heavily.

“You’re my hero,” she murmured, voice barely a whisper, and Jesse glanced up at her. “You saved me that day, and everytime we stop a Deadlock raid, or you help me after a nightmare, or that time you punched out a guy who wouldn’t leave that girl at the bar alone, you keep proving that you’re a hero,” she laid back next to him, turning her head to look him in the eyes, and his eyes widened when he saw the shimmering of tears in her eyes. “You’re my hero,” she repeated, and Jesse pulled her into his chest, burying his face into her hair. “The world needs you,” she said, and Jesse nodded.

“Okay,” he said softly, rubbing a hand through her shaggy shoulder length hair. “But I got a couple things I gotta do first,” Danny grinned into his chest.

“You got this,” she giggled, and Jesse shook his head, pulling back so he could look straight in her eyes.

“Oh, honey, you’re coming too,” he said, and Danny’s eyes widened hopefully.

“Really?” Jesse laughed, nodding.

“Course, no way I’m leavin’ you behind!” he told her. “If Overwatch wants me, they’re getting you too!” Danny giggled, hugging him tightly.

Chapter 2

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Cherry Blossoms (Hanzo Shimada + OC) Chapter 2

Chapter 2 of Cherry Blossoms (Master List)

Pairing: Alpha Hanzo + Omega OC

Word Count: 2886 words

“Was it really necessary to make everyone clear out?” Danny whined as she sat across from Mcree. The diner was abandoned now, and her brother-not-brother had decided to help himself to a slice of apple pie. Her legs swung back on forth as she waited for 11:55, and Jesse chuckled, shaking his head and raising his cup of coffee to his lips.

A country song played in the background, and Danny was not enjoying it.

“You could’ve at least let me switch the song in the jukebox,” she muttered moodily, crossing her arms over her chest, and Jesse laughed at that, shaking his head once more.

Danny perked up when they heard the horn of a train, and she quickly turned to look out the window. A train was coming down the tracks, beginning to cross the bridge over them, and Jesse’s hand paused as it did. An explosion sounded, and though Danny expected it, she still jumped. The cars of the train came crashing down around the diner, and Danny flinched as each one hit the ground. As the dust cloud that the falling train had kicked up began to dissipate, Jesse resumed his hand’s motion, lifting the bite of pie up to his lips. He smirked at Danny, letting out an exaggerated humming in pleasure at the taste, and she rolled her eyes.

“Come on,” she prompted, grabbing her rifle’s strap from where it sat in the red leather booth next to her. Jesse slowly stood, giving her time as she raced out of the diner, the bell jingling above the door. The cowboy grabbed his hat and belt, flipping a coin onto the table before following his companion out at a much more leisurely pace.

The great part about Danny’s job, at least in her opinion, was that since they were in a canyon, getting a good vantage point was easy. She flexed her fingers in the kinetic gloves that she had invested in recently. She had the matching boots on her feet, and she excitedly began to scale the canyon wall. Her tattered, ruddy brown jacket allowed her to blend in with the canyon’s walls enough for her not to be spotted as she got into position on an outcropping a little under where the demolished train tracks hung.

Danny could hear the laughter of the lackeys in the Deadlock gang as they carried their score to the hoverkart. She swung her rifle over her shoulder, resting on her belly as the dust cloud cleared completely, and she could see a group of maybe 15 Deadlocks unloading the cars of the train. She spotted a rather large omnic carrying the pod Jesse and her were there for, and a little further back she could see Jesse beginning to come out of the smoke. She readied her rifle, releasing the scope and observing the scene below her.

Through their comms, she could hear Jesse clear his throat as he stepped up behind a man who was unloading a crate of grenades. She giggled as the man dropped some, scrambling to get to his leader.

“Ashe!” the man shouted as he ran out of the smoke and towards the hoverkart. “Ashe!!” the woman in a large, dark stetson turned. Danny’s eyes widened at the name, Jesse having told her about the woman, and she watched as the notorious highwaywoman tore the bandana from her face as Jesse emerged from the cloud of smoke.

“Jesse Mcree,” she called in greeting, and Danny strained her ears to hear through the comms. “Been a while, you promised you’d write,” Ashe’s voice sounded teasing, and Danny heard Jesse’s chuckle.

“Well Ashe,” he paused, and Danny heard the flick of his zippo as he lit his cigar. She rolled her eyes. He took any opportunity to smoke that thing, since the smell made her sick he didn’t smoke it around her. Given, the times they were apart were far and few between, but still everytime they were far enough away he would pull one out. “I’ve been kind of busy,” Ashe swung her rifle around so it rested on one of her shoulders.

“We’re pretty busy ourselves,” she said. “So it’s awful convenient you showin’ up today,”

“Yeah,” Jesse took a drag. “You never been one to shy away from a good tip,” Ashe was quick to take her rifle down from her shoulder, her body language immediately becoming defensive.

“Hey! We worked hard for this score,” she paused, and Danny could almost see her poker face come back on. “You best move on now,” her voice was softer, as if she were trying to show she was unbothered, despite everyone around her knowing the truth. She was intimidated by Jesse.

“All I want is that crate,” Jesse used his cigar to point to the white pod on the hoverkart. “Everything else is yours,” he said, and Danny sighed. They both knew it would be a fight, there was no way Ashe would just hand him the crate without one. No, the Deadlock gang would not be getting any of this cargo today.

“This crate?” Ashe asked, reaching out to tap it with her rifle. “Huh, Bob,” she called, and the large omnic pressed a button on top of the crate, causing it to open. “Well, well,” she muttered. “Now you got my attention,” Danny could see a mist escaping the pod. “What is it?”

“That’s none of your business,” Jesse responded, and Ashe obviously didn’t like that answer, hopping down from where she stood on the hoverkart.

“Far as I see it,” Ashe pumped her gun, and Danny prepared herself, her finger lowering closer to the trigger. “Now it’s very much our business,” Jesse’s sigh came through the comms, and Danny mirrored it. Everytime, Jesse would be disappointed, despite the fact that he knew things wouldn’t change.

“It doesn’t always have to be this way, Ashe,” he said, lifting the cigar to his lips for another drag as Ashe stepped forward.

“Apparently,” she cocked her gun, a final threat to tell the cowboy to back off. “It does,” Bob, the large omnic, stepped up behind Ashe, holding a Route 66 sign, and a lackey stepped up on her other side, dual pistols in his hands. Danny sucked in a breath, seeing more lackeys come from the smoke, surrounding Jesse. She lowered her finger further, to where it was resting on the trigger. An omnic with a rifle sat on one of the cars, his metal arms glinting in the sun, and she aimed down her scope at him, choosing him as her first target.

A tumbleweed rolled across the road between Jesse and Ashe, and Danny snorted in laughter.

“Really?” she murmured, but she got no reply. She wasn’t expecting one, seeing as Jesse was in an intense standoff with Ashe. Her attention went back to the omnic’s green hood, waiting for the fire fight to begin.

All of a sudden, Ashe fired her rifle, and Jesse dove out of the way, firing at the lackey beside her. Jo shot a round into the omnic’s head, before zeroing in on another Deadlock member. Jesse threw a flash bang, before shooting at the tracks, causing a car to come falling down. One of the Deadlocks got his foot stuck in a wire, and Danny giggled as he was tugged up and began swinging above the battlefield. Not wanting him to get in her way, Danny shot him in the chest before quickly following the wire up to the bridge, seeing where it was attached and shooting it, causing the man to thud to the ground. Some rocks fell to the ground, providing cover as Jesse ran across the street and Ashe shot at him. He jumped behind a boulder, firing at Ashe, who let out a shout.

The bullets Mcree fired panged off of the Route 66 sign, which Bob held in front of Ashe’s head. Danny could hear Ashe shouting at Bob as she shot another lackey. Her eyes scanned the area, searching for any Deadlock who were lurking around. Bob raised, his arm, and Danny’s eyes widened as three mini turrets popped out of his arm. 

“Jesse!” she called nervously, but Jesse just chuckled, and amongst the fire of Bob’s arm gun she heard shells falling to the ground as he reloaded behind the boulder.

“Looks like Bob got himself some upgrades,” Jesse chuckled, and Danny rolled her eyes, shooting a man who came up between Ashe and Bob to start shooting at Jesse’s cover. He fell with a thud, and Ashe quickly scrambled behind the hoverkart.

“Sniper!” the Deadlock leader shouted, and Danny cursed as the Deadlock members who had been emerging to shoot dove behind and under cover.

“Wasn’t gonna last, darling,” Jesse reassured her with a soft laugh, and Danny grunted in annoyance, shooting the omnic who she had shot earlier as he stumbled to his feet. This time he was most certainly dead as she could clearly see the wires spark through the hole in his head. “Thank ya’ kindly,” Jesse said, and Danny grinned.

“Course,” she responded, shooting a Deadlock who peeked out from behind his cover.

“Last chance Mcree!” Ashe shouted, and Danny cursed as a shot was fired, blowing away a chunk of Jesse’s cover. She tried to get a clear shot, but Ashe had strategically placed herself in Bob’s shadow. “Toss out your weapon!” Jesse grunted.

“Danny?” he asked, and Danny sighed, shaking her head despite knowing he couldn’t see her.

“I can’t get a shot,” she told him, and he heaved out a sigh.

“Alright Ashe,” Jesse called, and Danny’s brows furrowed at the sudden mirth in his voice. “Here it comes!” he shouted, before tossing the belt of grenades the man had dropped earlier towards Ashe and her cronies.

“Oh shit!” Ashe shouted as the grenade hurtled towards her, and Jesse dove out from his cover, shooting the grenades precisely. Danny smiled as they exploded, sending the Deadlock gang members flying. Jesse dramatically twirled his peacekeeper before holstering it, and Danny giggled.

“Coming down,” she said, before closing the scope on her rifle and swinging it over her shoulder once more.

“Alright, sweetpea,” Jesse said, and Danny jumped from her perch to a much smaller outcropping on the canyon wall, gripping it with her kinetic gloves. She glanced at the distance and grinned, dropping herself the rest of the way down and laughing with glee as her kinetic boots absorbed the force, letting her land silently and painlessly.

“I love these boots,” Danny giggled, skipping towards the groaning Deadlock members.

“Oh, I know,” Jesse chuckled teasingly, grabbing a rope and helping Danny lug the bodies onto the hoverkart. 

Danny crouched down next to Ashe, getting a whiff of the woman’s scent-alpha, and was just finishing the knot on the rope around her wrists when Jesse began laughing.

“What?” she asked, glancing up at him, only to blink in surprise as a sudden weight was on top of her head. Whatever it was-it felt like a hat-sank down until it was covering her eyes, and Danny heard the sound of a camera shutter. She sputtered, reaching up and pushing the brim of what she now realized was Bob’s bowler hat up until it rested on the top of her head, no longer obscuring her vision. “What?!” she gasped again, glaring as Jesse laughed harder, his forearms coming to rest on his knees. “Did you just take a picture?!” she demanded, gasping as before she could react Jesse straightened and took another one. She tore the hat off her head, hurling it at Jesse, who let out an ‘oof’ as it hit him in the stomach. “Help me tie these guys up,” she muttered, setting up the three Deadlock members who they had lugged onto the hoverkart so their backs were to each other. Jesse tied each of their wrists while Danny tied a rope around all of them and tied their ankles together as well.

Once they had finished that, and Jesse had finished taking off Bob’s head, they struggled to get the crate off of the kart.

“Come on,” Jesse grunted, his arms straining as they tried to lift it, and Danny was in a similar situation, her much smaller arms shaking with effort. Her eyes widened when she saw a scrap of metal that had fallen earlier, letting go of the pod and running over to it. Jesse groaned as her assistance was taken, and the pod thudded back the 2 inches they had lifted it onto the kart. “Danny?” he called, and looked over at her as she dropped the scrap metal against the side of the hoverkart. She jumped back on, pushing the pod until it rolled down and onto the street.

“There,” she sighed, releasing a heavy breath and placing her hands on her hips, and Jesse chuckled, nodding and grabbing Bob’s head to put on a pile of ropes so it wouldn’t roll away.

Both of their heads turned when Ashe groaned, slowly sitting up.

“Mcree?” she called, her eyes widening when they landed on Danny. Jesse pat Bob’s head, placing his bowler hat on it at a tilt.

“Sorry ‘bout that, Bob,” he said, not sorry at all. “No hard feelings?” the omnic just blinked at him, and Danny grinned.

“Mcree?” Ashe asked once more. “Mcree! Hey! Untie me Mcree!” she shouted as Danny programmed in the route that would take them back to their gang.

“Say hi to the gang, for me,” Jesse said, walking off with a salute, and Danny hopped off the hoverkart, waving at Ashe. Ashe screamed threats at the both of them as the hoverkart began to move.

“I’m gonna rebuild Bob! And I’m gonna have him rip off your other arm! And your stupid sniper’s arms! Mcree!!” her voice faded off into the distance, and Jesse and Danny shared a look before bursting into laughter.

Jesse and Danny were still giggling when he opened the pod, taking a chip from his pocket and placing it in a perfectly shaped hole. The lines sealed as the chip integrated into the machine, which began to emit a glow as it powered on. Danny stepped to the side as a holographic face appeared. Her (at least, its face looked like it was a her) eyes zeroed in on Jesse, and a grin appeared on her face.

“Hey there, cowboy,” she greeted, and Jesse returned the grin.

“Welcome back, partner,” he reached out a hand, and the robot extended her much daintier one, allowing him to help lift her out of the pod. Danny’s eyes shone as she looked at the robotic woman in wonder. She didn’t appear to be an omnic-but she wasn’t sure what else to classify her as. The robot hummed as wing-like shapes powered up behind her, and she hovered over the ground.

“How long have I been gone?” she asked, and Jesse smiled as he took off his hat.

“Far too long,” the robot turned her hand over, studying his prosthetic.

“What happened?” Jesse’s face twisted awkwardly, and he gently pulled his hand from her grip.

“Well that’s… a story for another time,” he dismissed, before turning to Danny. “Come say hi, sweetpea!” he called, and Danny cautiously approached, smiling nervously at the pair.

“Who is this?” the robot asked curiously, hovering closer to Danny and peering at her face. The human woman shifted uncomfortably.

“Echo,” Jesse called. “This is Danny, my…” he paused as he tried to think of how to introduce her. “Sister,” he finally settled on, and Echo’s head tilted.

“You don’t have any siblings,” she argued, and Jesse shrugged.

“I do now,” was all he said in answer, and Echo ‘hmph’ed, turning and studying Danny once more.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, and Echo smiled slightly down at her.

“And you,” she said. Jesse stepped up.

“I got a call,” he said, and Echo looked between him and Danny. “They’re getting the band back together, and they want me,” he paused, smiling gently at Echo. “But they need you,” Echo smiled slightly at him as he put his stetson back on, beginning to make his way to his hoverbike, which sat parked right next to Danny’s own.

“Jesse!” she called, and he paused. “What are you and Danny going to do?” she asked, and Jesse chuckled, continuing towards the bike, and Danny smiled at Echo before following him, swinging a leg up to get on her own bike.

“I’ve got some business to attend to,” he said, powering up his bike.

“But we’ll be along,” Danny said with a grin, twisting the handle to power up her bike as well. Jesse put his cigar back in his mouth, they’d be on the road soon enough.

“Say hi to the monkey for me,” he said, and Echo’s face pinched.

“Monkey?” she repeated, and Jesse laughed.

“Scientist, whatever,” he shrugged, before revving his engine and tearing off down the road. Danny grinned, following right behind him.

“What business?” Danny shouted at him over the roar of the wind, and Jesse grinned back at her.

“You wanted to go to the Ink’N’Iron Festival, didn’t ya?” he shouted back. Danny laughed gleefully, revving her engine and zooming past him.

“Hell yeah!”

Chapter 3

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Cherry Blossoms (Hanzo Shimada + OC) Chapter 3

Chapter 3 of Cherry Blossoms (Master List)

Pairing: Alpha Hanzo + Omega OC

Word Count: 2170 words

“Well this looks like it was a shit show,” Danny muttered as they walked through the leftover carnage left from the null invasion. Jesse chuckled, nodding.

“Sure does,” he agreed, his spurs clicking on the ground as they approached a group of people. Danny squinted, trying to get a better look.

“Is that them?” she whispered to him excitedly, tugging on his sleeve, and Jesse nodded.

“That’s them,” he confirmed, and two men, a serious looking man with a large bow and what looked like an omnic turned to them as they approached.

“Jesse?” the omnic-no, Genji, Danny told herself. Jesse had told her about him, he wasn’t an omnic, he was a cyborg. His calling out to them prompted the rest of the group to look up at the approaching pair.

“Heya, Genji,” the cowboy waved his hand at the ninja.

“I told you!” Echo said, glaring slightly at Winston as she swooped over to them, giving Jesse a quick hug and nodding at Danny.

“Welcome back, Mcree,” the gorilla-Winston-spoke, and Jesse nodded at him.

“Winston,” he greeted, before gently wrapping an arm around Danny’s shoulders and pulling her forward. “Gang, this is Danny,” he introduced, and the girl waved shyly at the group of heroes.

“Hi,” she said nervously, and gasped when a blur of bright blue flew at her, and suddenly she was being hugged.

“Oh, wonderful!” a woman with a cheery british accent spoke, squeezing her tight. “Welcome to Overwatch, love!” Danny blinked in surprise, before gently wrapping her arms around the woman. “I’m Lena, but most people call me Tracer!” she introduced, pulling back, and Danny smiled. The woman was only a little taller than herself, having maybe 4 inches on her, and had pretty brown hair in a pixie cut.

“Most people call me jackass,” she snarked, and Lena/Tracer’s goggled eyes widened in surprise before her grin returned along with a giggle. A huge, older man in the group behind Lena laughed.

“I like her!” he called out in a strong German accent, pointing at Danny. Jesse smirked as Danny shrunk back at the pure size of the approaching male. He scooped her up into his arms, squeezing her tight. “I am Reinhardt! Welcome, Danny!” he greeted jovially, and Danny smiled shyly. He smelled like a hard cider Danny used to drink in high school, and though the scent of alpha was faint under all the armor he was wearing, she could still pick up on it.

“Reinhardt,” a large woman in similar armor to the man came up behind him, resting a gauntleted hand on his shoulder. “You’re squishing her,” the man laughed, dropping Danny, who fell back into Jesse’s arms with an ‘oof’. “I’m Brigitte,” the woman reached out a hand, which Danny shook. Jesse’s eyes widened.

“Brigitte?” he asked, stepping forward, tilting his head up to look at the woman. “You’re a crusader?” he asked, and she nodded, before Reinhardt held up a finger.

“In training,” he interjected, and Brigitte pouted at him. Jesse slung his arm over Danny’s shoulders once more, and brought her around, introducing her to the team.

Winston had smiled gently down at her, and she had gaped up at him, before shaking her head.

“I’m sorry for staring,” she muttered, averting her gaze, and Winston’s eyes widened as he looked around at the others, who were just as shocked at her apology. Most people upon first meeting him didn’t even realize he was capable of thinking like a human could, but she was apologizing, and it was as if she already knew he felt like a human could as well.

“It’s alright,” he assured her with a nod, and Danny’s lips quirked into a small smile.

“I am Genji!” the cyborg was brimming with energy as he hopped up so he was right in front of her. He held out his hand, and Danny shook it. “Jesse’s best friend,” he introduced, and Jesse huffed, rolling his eyes. “Why are you with him?” he asked, though there was no malice or suspicion, he was just genuinely curious.

“He saved me from some Deadlock guys about a year ago, and we’ve been travelling together since,” she explained with a shrug, and Genji nodded, tilting his head so he looked between Jesse and Danny dramatically.

“Ah,” he muttered. “I see,” Jesse’s eyes narrowed.

“She’s like a sister,” he stressed, not wanting Genji to get the wrong idea, and the cyborg held up his hands in surrender, before dragging the man with the bow over. He was dressed in a blue robe which was attached to one shoulder, the other shoulder being uncovered to show his beautiful tattoo of two dragons wrapping around his arm. His hair was up in a bun, and his facial hair was trimmed in a neat goatee.

“This is Hanzo!” Genji introduced, and Danny noticed Jesse’s slight intake of breath at the name. “My brother!” there was a smile in Genji’s voice, though his sibling was deeply scowling, and Danny smiled at the pair, extending her hand to Hanzo.

“Hello,” she said, and the man eyed her hand for a moment before cautiously reaching out and giving it a shake. He smelled like a combination of the green tea she liked but could never remember the name of, and a sweet floral scent that Danny found herself quite liking. An alpha had never smelled so pleasant to her before. He didn’t say anything, just grunted in greeting. Jesse didn’t bother extending his hand. Danny couldn’t help it as her eyes were drawn to his tattoo again, admiring the beautiful artwork. “Your tattoo is beautiful,” she muttered, staring at it, and Hanzo tensed, grunting once more before turning and striding away. As he turned, his scent wafted over to Danny, who couldn’t help herself from taking a deep breath. Danny frowned slightly, glancing at Genji. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, but Genji shook his head.

“He’s not fond of new people,” he answered her, and Danny nodded in understanding.

“I see,” she jumped when a small robot flew into her, before slowly backing up and tilting to look up at her. “Oh hello,” she greeted, and the thing chirped up at her, it’s eyes tilting as if it were smiling. “Who are you?” she asked, and a chinese woman in a heavy coat approached.

“Oh! That’s Snowball,” she said, and the robot quickly flew back to her. “I am Mei,” she introduced, her head bowing slightly, and Danny nodded back.

“Nice to meet you!” she said, eyeing the woman’s outfit, which did not fit the fact that it was summer in Paris. “Uh….” she began, but Mei cut her off.

“I have a weapon that controls ice, so I dress like this on missions!” she explained cheerily, and Danny’s eyes widened.

“Really? That’s so cool!” she beamed, and Mei grinned back. She pulled out a weapon, showing it to Danny, who stepped closer to examine it. Danny had to hide the sigh of relief she wanted to breathe at the woman’s scent. She smelled of vanilla cake and inexplicably, the ocean, but Danny was mostly relieved that she was an omega. Even though her designation was hidden by her suppressants, it was nice to know she wouldn’t be the only omega in the newly reformed Overwatch. Plus, she doubted she would be able to hide her designation from most of the team very long.

“Isn’t it?” While her and Mei fangirled about the ice gun, Mcree had walked over to a blonde woman dressed like an angel.

“Jesse!” the woman had beamed, wrapping the cowboy up in a hug. He hugged her fiercely back.

“Hey, Ang,” he greeted, before pulling away and leading her to Danny. “I’d like you to meet my sister, Danny,” Angela beamed down at the young woman.

“Hello Danny!” her voice had a slight german accent. “It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“A-and you,” Danny stuttered out, the woman’s scent filling her nostrils. She smelled strongly of a hospital, so much so that Danny determined that it truly was her scent, and not a lingering scent from spending so much time in one. She was undoubtedly an alpha, and despite all her suppressants Danny had to stop herself from bowing her head and making herself look smaller in front of the powerful alpha. Jesse smirked, nudging Danny’s hip with his own.

“She has that effect on people,” he muttered, giving her a look that told her he knew exactly what was happening. “Even on betas,” her eyes flashed in warning, not wanting him to draw too much attention to her designation. If people tried hard enough, if they were looking for it, they could usually smell her omega through the beta scent the suppressants emitted. While she didn’t wish to hide it from the others, she also wasn’t quite ready for that to come out and be a topic of discussion yet. One thing at a time.

Echo floated down to them, crossing her arms and staring at Jesse with a slight glare.

“You’re late,” she said, and Jesse shrugged.

“We had other things to do,” he glanced at the vine tattoo wrapping down Danny’s arm.

When Jesse had agreed to take his adopted little sibling to the Ink’N’Iron festival in California, he had expected her to want to ‘ooh’ and ‘awe’ over the cars for a little while then wander around the tattoo convention for an hour or two.

What he didn’t expect was for her to wander around for a while, and then hop up on her favorite artist’s table for a tap out session.

“You sure about this, sweetpea?” he asked, sharing a look with the artist. They both expected she’d tap out in probably an hour, maybe an hour and a half. Danny just grinned and nodded. She had gone over a list of designs and placements with the artist, and he would get to as many as she could handle.

“Ready?” the artist, a heavily set Japanese man, asked, and Danny nodded once more.

“Hell yeah!” she grinned, and he began the Alice in Wonderland tattoo on her thigh. The Cheshire Cat would wear the Mad Hatter’s hat, and through the mist his paw would be holding a tea cup.

That one alone took three hours. Halfway through Jesse had stood and began to wander around the convention again. He said he would check in hourly. When she had been at it for 7 hours, and the tattoo artist had finished the Alice in Wonderland tattoo on her left thigh, a tattoo of vines crawling up her right arm, and he was beginning an elaborate tombstone with a gladiolus flower hanging over it on her ribs, Jesse had sighed.

“I’ll be at the motel,” he said, and Danny grunted in acknowledgement. “Call me when you’re done,” it was already dark. The artist was a beta, and he and Jesse exchanged a look as he left. Jesse knew that this artist wouldn’t let anything happen to Danny. The sweat and pain from the tattoo process was causing her scent to begin to seep out more, making it very clear that she was an omega. It was as if she wasn’t even on suppressants at this point.

Five hours later, almost midnight, Jesse was roused from his sleep by his communicator ringing.

“Yeah?” he grumbled into it.

“I’m finished,” Danny sounded half dead, through the phone, and Jesse hauled himself out of the bed, slipping on his boots and grabbing his hat and belt as quickly as he could. 

“I’m on my way,” when he got to the table he had left her at, both Danny and the tattoo artist were slumped forwards, probably 20 empty water bottles surrounding them. The artist barely had the energy to wave as Jesse helped Danny slide off the table.

“Thank you!” she called weakly over her shoulder, stumbling with an arm slung around Jesse. The cowboy sighed, lifting her up into his arms. “Jesse!’’ she whined, hitting weakly at his chest.

“You’re in no state to walk,” he said to her sternly, and Danny pouted, crossing her arms as he carried her to their motel, which was luckily only two blocks away.

“You know I hate being carried,” Danny mumbled as Jesse set her down on the bed. He tossed her shoes and shirt, both of which had been discarded during the session, off to the side of the room, and collapsed onto his own bed, tugging off his boots and belt once more.

“And you know you weigh nothing to me,” Jesse fired back, and Danny groaned, flopping over onto her side before hissing and turning to the other. She had turned onto her tender ribs.

“I’m too tired to argue,” she murmured, and Jesse chuckled.

“Good,” he said, and Danny rolled her eyes.

“Night, Jess,” she said, and Jesse grinned at her, switching off the lone lamp which had been lighting the room.

“Night, sweetpea,” he responded.

Chapter 4