*Junkrat's POV*

I watched a neon blue light streak across the screen in front of me. It moved so fast you could barely make it out, but it was definitely human.

I watched as our commander, known to most as Soldier: 76, walked back and forth in front of the room.

"This vigilante may not be causing harm to the public but they need to be stopped before something goes wrong," his words were strong. I crossed my arms and padded my mechanical fingers against my flesh. I had no interest in these meetings. I wanted to get back to me work station and fiddle with me tools, not listen to some old man boss us around.

I looked around the room, all familiar faces staring diligently ahead. The small Korean girl, Hana, looked at me and crossed her eyes. She was clearly bored of this too.

"Have something to add, Ms. Song?" Morrison cocked his brow, then continued.

"We don't have any information on this person, other than they try to help. While the world needs more heroes, they need to be cautious. This person nearly killed three pedestrians last night," before he could continue the skinny Brit piped up.

"Oi, dad, don't you think that's a bit harsh? It was only an accident. Besides, they saved them before anything else happened?"

"It doesn't matter. If they want to help we need to get them and bring them in here for questioning. We already have enough problems with Talon, we don't need anymore issues keeping the public safe,"

And that's when they lost me. 'Course I cared a little about the public. I was mainly just watching me own back. Which is why I holed up here in Overwatch. No one in the right mind dare come around these parts, not unless they had a death wish. Besides, being here these last few months really gives my old pal Roadie a break.

I looked up from the scribbles on my napkin, then shoved it towards him.

"Junkrat and Roadhog = BFFs" in my almost unreadable writing. He shook his head and turned away. I couldn't keep my giggles in, laughing at this fat mess next to me.

One dirty look later and I was calmed, listening to them groan on and on. I hated these damned meetings. Nothing good ever came of them. Not for me, anyway.

An hour passes, and no one said a word to me. Just talking about some set up. Good thing I'm not involved. And just as I was sure I was going to be left alone, Hana grabs my attention.

"Did you hear that, Junkboy?"

"Yeah? Hah, nah. Not a thing," I smiled and looked ahead, holding back some laughter.

"You're going to be the victim that needs saving," Ana, the neighborhood old bat that's second in command chimed in.

"What now?" I sat up, straighter than usual.

"We need someone that's not easily recognizable." I let out a cackle.

"You think I'm unrecognizable? I got some news for ya, mate. Me mugshot is plastered all over the world I believe I'm hardly unrecognizable," I cocked a brow.

"Of course, which is why we're cleaning you up," old Angel Wings chimed in.

A few hours and lots of soap and water later, I stood and examined myself in the mirror.

My usual blonde locks were washed, the singed ends cut and dyed with a dark black dye. My brows were trimmed and dyed as well, and I was forced to stand straight, at my normal 6'4 stature. I looked down at the small women next to me, adjusting my clothes. My makeshift leg was replaced with an actual prosthetic and covered in jeans and nice clean shoes. I hated it.

"Wow, Junky. You almost look...cute." Hana winked at me and slicked my hair back.

"Oi, the only reason I'm lettin' you gaggle of birds do me up like this is 'cause I ain't gotta choice." I smirked and crossed my arms. I did clean up nicely.

About an hour later I was standing in the middle of the street, sipping up some nice milk tea with boba. My favorite.

I was smiling, flashing everyone a big smile. I was especially happy, I'm got to make a big bomb. Make a nice big explosion. I didn't like being all dolled up, but it was fun that I get to blow up an old building.

As soon as the coast was clear, I walked into the building and pressed a button in my pocket, and within seconds the building was up in smoke and the atmosphere filled with my laughter and smoke. My lungs were used to this, so I just sat down and enjoyed the view.

A few minutes passed before a voice broke in over my com. "Start screaming for help," Morrison demanded. "Alright, alright," I grunted and walked towards the window.

"Oh, help! Oh, woe is me. I'm trapped!" I threw my hand over my forehead and hung out the window. "That enough screamin' for ya, old man?" I cackled and walked back to my spot leaning against the wall.

I thought for sure the building was gonna come down around me, and I was just about to walk out to our meeting spot when a lithe figure swooped into the window.

I watched as the figure started walking towards me. Her body was wrapped tightly in black fabric, probably leather. I couldn't help but admire her as she walked towards me.

"Hey, you okay? What're you doing here?" Her voice was soft and sweet. I finally blinked through the watery mess from the smoke and I locked eyes with her. Her eyes were very big, and blue. They reminded me of the ocean.

"Oi, yeah. Just, uh. Stuck, yah know?" She raised an eyebrow and reached her hand out to me. "Come on, this building is going to go down any minute,"

"Aye, what makes you say that?" I asked, standing straight up. She was much shorter than me, standing at least 5'2. I smiled at her.

The small woman smiled at me, giving me a look with her eyebrows. I finally took her hand, and she pulled me towards the window.

"What're you doin', bird?"

"We have to go, I know what I'm doing, come on," she demanded.

"Aye, I don't know about that," I hesitated. But, I feel like it was just a little too late.

The wall behind us fell, causing the the floor to give in. Without thinking I grabbed girl and brought her into me, cradling her in my chest.

"Jamison, what's going on in there?" I heard Morrison over the com. But I didn't get to respond, because I hit the floor beneath us hard.

"Ah, fuck. Get in here, hurry, mate." I yelled into the com and rolled on top of her before more of the building came down.

I tried to stay awake for as long as I could, breathing through the smoke. I looked down at the little bird in my arms. Her forehead was bleeding.

I really hope she was who we were looking for. Part of me felt a little bad for her, being drug into this mess.

But I sure did bring down the house. What an explosion! I let out a string of giggles and slowly gave into the smoke.