Hi everyone! I apologize, but writing fragments will be more sparse for the next little bit: work is picking up, and I’m trying to stay focused on a McReverse Bang story! Here is another fragment related to the Daredevil Hanzo bit inspired by @saoirsewolf before I fully disappear. It skips over a few scenes but hopefully still makes sense:
While it was *technically* a hill, the angle was so steep that it almost seemed as though the ground fell away completely right as the decline started. Behind him, the sound of footsteps grew louder. In his ear, the voices on his comm wondering at his location grew more anxious.
Hanzo considered the rickety old mountain bike that lay on the side of the narrow path.
He considered Dr. Ziegler's look of pure malice and disappointment, considered Genji's look of absolute horror. He then considered McCree's eyes shining with admiration and awe.
He mounted the bike and tested its mediocre brakes.
"Yee haw," he murmured to himself with a chuckle before pushing himself and the bicycle down the hill.
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The day after, Genji returned to Gibraltar from a mission in Egypt. His arm had taken some minor damage from a lucky shot, and his thumb was twitching oddly, which brought him to the med bay.
"Angela, I need heal—" he began without fully processing the scene in front of him.
Mercy's hair was falling out of its normally neat pony tail, and she was muttering to herself in German. She had her back to him, and oddly had not turned around at the sound of the door opening. She was standing in front of a patient who was completely bandaged head to toe, a patient whose full-body cast made him look like a pin cushion because of the ridiculous number of medical pins that were required to hold his broken bones in place. Even before he could see the tufts of black and grey hair, and the narrowed eyes, Genji knew. The ninja froze, and began a careful retreat.
"I will return later," he called, dashing away so that he would not become scapegoat to Angela's anger.