The Cowboy rapped his knuckles against the door to the crew's quarters.

Maybe this isn't the best idea?

Of course it is, you've been trying to work this out for weeks!

But Halloween? You look ridiculous…

You look awesome.

And this isn't just some girl, this is -

"Jesse!"

The tireless sprite burst out from her door and had Jesse wrapped up in a hug before he had a chance to react.

"Well hey there, darling!" Jesse said as he returned the embrace. "Has anyone ever told you that you're too energetic for your own good? I'd have figured after this morning's exercises that you'd at least be coming off a nap!"

As reserved as Jesse found himself among most of the other Overwatch agents, he couldn't help but pick up some of the energy and positivity that the little Brit exuded. It was that pure joy of hers that first squirreled itself past his gruff exterior. Gabriel still swore that the first time he saw Jesse smile was when he met her after a briefing in his second week with Overwatch.

"I did! Five-minute power nap, love! Now, where are we off to first?" asked Lena. "Did I hear that Commander Morrison had a tractor and hay brought in for a haunted hay ride?!"

The Cowboy chuckled, "You did! I don't think Gabe is too happy with Morrison trying to compete with his annual 'Reyes House of Horrors' though…"

"I would suspect not!" laughed Lena. "I've never actually been to Gabriel's haunted house, though. I hear it's too scary for me, what with the fog and 'I'll steal your soul' talk and all that. Wait a second…"

Tracer pulled back from McCree and looked him over.

"Are you supposed to… Are you a goth cowboy?"

"What?!" blanched Jesse.

I told you you looked ridiculous.

Shut up.

Oh god, she's laughing. This is a disaster. Quick, jump out that window and run, the Deadlock Gang will take you back.

The Deadlock Gang is in prison, you dummy.

Move to Mexico, then. Blackwatch didn't find all of your hideouts, you can have a new life in less than a day.

Or you can just explain your costume?

Alright, we'll try that, but if it doesn't work: Mexico.

"Don't tell me you don't recognize Van Helsing!" said McCree, trying his hardest to recover.

"Van Helsing?" asked Tracer, still giggling to herself.

Well, you've managed to make her laugh at least. And it is a beautiful laugh.

"You know, Van Helsing? Monster hunter? Arch nemesis of Dracula?"

"I never did get into vampire movies," said Lena. "But this is a top costume."

Lena grabbed his duster with her hands and started to inspect the outfit. "You've even got a crossbow! Does it work?"

Lena started to grab at the crossbow on Jesse's back before he quickly sidestepped her, he didn't really like the idea of spending the rest of the night in Mercy's care with an arrow through his ass. Using a real crossbow might've been too much.

"It might!" said McCree, laughing. "And what about you? Everyone already knows you're fast, Lena," the Cowboy teased.

The Brit stepped back for a moment and looked over her track outfit. "I know!" said Tracer. "I haven't seen this in ages, though, and when I found out it still fits I wasn't not going to wear it!"

Lena grabbed Jesse's outstretched arm and the two started heading towards the Halloween festival.

"Why am I not surprised you ran track?" asked Jesse.

"Not just track! I was in the Youth Olympics when I was still in secondary! Primed to take the gold if I hadn't joined the RAF, they said. I was supposed to run in a qualifier after my tour ended, but then the Omnic Crisis happened. Ana and Jack recruited me into Overwatch soon after and that was that."

"Well I'll be damned if that isn't mighty impressive, darling," said McCree.

"Now you know a little bit about me, Mr. McCree, what about you?" asked Tracer. "What did you do before you came on? Don't tell me! You were a bounty hunter! A card shark!"

There was that infectious positivity again. As much as Jesse wasn't enjoying the direction the conversation had taken, he couldn't help but smile. Not many people other than Gabriel and Jack knew where the organization had picked him up, and he wasn't sure he wanted Lena to know, not just yet at least.

"Not quite," chuckled Jesse. The two stepped out of the building and into the cool fall air, it really was a nice night.

"Then what? A ranch hand? Oh! A professional bull rider! A profession rodeo cl-"

"Lena, before Gabriel brought me into Overwatch, I wasn't really a good guy. I went with a pretty rough crowd. Ran up a debt that I've been trying to repay ever since Gabriel picked me up."

The two slowed down before coming to a stop in front of the festival's entrance and Lena gave him a gentle look.

That might've been a little too much, Cowboy.

"Jesse, I like to think I'm a good judge of character, and you," she said, grabbing his arm and giving it a reassuring squeeze, "are a good guy."

Jesse smiled at her, there was just no moping around someone as kind as Lena Oxton. She smiled back, still squeezing his arm.

This is called a moment, Buckaroo, enjoy it.

Just then, a tractor rumbled by with an intense looking Commander Morrison at the wheel and a mess of agents huddled on the trailer in various states of petrification.

The two stood there for a moment, recovering from the surprise before bursting into laughter.

"Did you see Commander Morrison's costume?!" asked Lena.

"Was he a zombie?"

"I think he was a biker? Did you see all that leather?"

The two continued to laugh for a moment before Lena grabbed Jesse's hand and tugged him along.

"Alright, come on then! I hear Winston is giving out full-sized candy bars!" exclaimed the Brit.

Jesse smiled to himself as the two went through the entrance. He didn't know if things were going to work out with Lena, regardless of how much he wanted them to, but he knew the two were going to have a fun night.