AN: Hello ! So I'm here today to present this new fanfic my friend and I been working on together! Shockingly enough, we both have super similar interests in OW and when Amily gave me this idea, I just knew we had to do it together! We've been having a lot of fun with it and we hope that you will enjoy it as much as us. That being said, we are a bit of slow writers so we will post new chapters every other week unless something stops us. But we are really excited and I hope you all will love it as well! 3 As she doesn't have a , I will be the one to post it on here but do give her lots of love on AO3 (xxamilychanxx). Love y'all and hope you all enjoy!
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McCree stopped right in front of an old-fashioned bar, raising his hat just enough to peak at its neon red sign, 'The Barking Spider'. The name was a rather odd choice. but it was enough to catch attention. Even though this bar wasn't as good as the one in Castillo, it still got the job done, making him pay a visit occasionally. Not only did it have a fantastic jukebox, but also a big, antique barback with detailed wooden carpentry. The big, heavy, wood tables were surrounded with comfortable stools and chairs, giving the place a warm, friendly vibe.

The man casually opened the door, inviting himself in and tipping his hat ever so slightly to greet the familiar faces. His light brown eyes skimmed around, failing to spot the woman he was searching for. He made his way towards the home bar, taking a seat.

The old bartender walked over to him with a friendly smile, his hands busy with drying one of the beer mugs. "The usual?" he asked with a goofy smile, showing off his missing front teeth. McCree allowed a small chuckle to escape his lips as he placed a cigar right between them. "The usual" he confirmed, sending a friendly wink at the acquainted bartender. His gloved fingers lightly tapped on the counter, making a small tempo as he waited.

However, he didn't have to wait long for his mystery guest. Slender fingers roamed on his back, giving a tempting massage that indicated her presence.

"Hello McCree..." whispered the girl, her Mexican accent breathing against his darkened ear. Her hands moved from his back and wrapped around his neck to clasp to his front. One look at her hands showed that she didn't hide any subtlety in her outfit. Secrecy wasn't in her name and the neon gloves didn't change that. "You called?" She added with a chuckle, trying to ruffle up his feathers.

Her voice sent a shiver down his spine, having an electrifying effect on him. "Hey, Sombra… Good to see ya" he whispered back as his fingers finally found something to hold on. He gently placed his hand over her clasped ones, sending a gentle squeeze. "I knew you would show up. Much obliged."

While his back was still facing her, his other hand creeped towards the empty stool right next to him, patting softly on top of it. "Why don't you take a seat, today's drinks are on me." He offered, tilting his head to side so his beard would brush itself on her arm. "I need to talk to ya." This time, his voice carried a tint of seriousness.

Sombra gave a small smirk before sliding her arms away from his defined neck and placing herself in the seat next to him. She flagged the bartender over with a coy wave. "I'll have what he is having," she ordered before sending him away with a regal hand motion. The bartender gave a small scoff, though he immediately scurried off once he caught onto Sombra's vicious glare.

Crossing a patterned leg over the other one, Sombra leaned her head into a balled fist, her purple eyes flirting around McCree. A playful smile danced onto her lips. "What is it you need, cowboy? Are you looking for another round of fun?" She slyly asked, reaching her free hand onto his leg and caressing it, playing with the idea of more. Her eyelashes batting against each other didn't help with the image at all.

McCree took a drag as his eyes landed on Sombra's suggestive ones. For a moment he remained silent, watching her with deep, hooded eyes. "Not necessarily" he admitted; however, he didn't feel like refusing the offer blatantly either. "Though, I could do an exception. Just for you."

Once their drinks were served, the cowboy focused his attention on his cup. He took a quick sip from his whiskey, tasting its strong smoky flavor. "I need you to do somethin' for me" he began while pulling a small photograph from his pocket. He placed it upside down on the table, pushing it towards her way. A sigh escaped his lips. "I know you have the answer. Just need ya to tell me his current location, that's all," he explained before Sombra got a chance to peak at the image of Reaper.

Sombra gave a slow blink before sliding the photo over to her, not letting go of McCree's eyes. Eye contact pulsed between them for a second until Sombra detached herself away from him and stared at the photo. It was a photo of Reaper, though taken in a side shot that didn't capture his full face. However, that mask told his identity.

Sombra scoffed as her eyes scanned the photo, taking in the figure and his surrounding areas. "Ah, this old man again, huh? If I didn't know any better, I would have thought you had a crush on him or something," she teased back, her tone indicating her knowledge of their spat back in the Blackwatch days. Her eyes fluttered back to him and, with the photo placed between her fingers, she turned it over back to him for him to grab it. "I do have the answer...though for a price," she snapped back the photo towards her again and twisted in her chair while analyzing it further. "Why are you concerned where he is anyways? Do you have something special to tell him?"

"You could say that" he answered with a low chuckle, slyly beating around the bush. He didn't have any intention to provide a proper explanation. "Ya know, I wouldn't bother you if it wasn't important for me."

"So, tell me" he began as he turned around to face her better, "What exactly do you want?" he asked, hinting at her words from earlier. Suddenly, the conversation was turning into a weird negotiation. After a brief pause, a smirk creeped onto his face. "Is it going to be one of those 'pay what you want'?" He asked, teasing her back.

Sombra trailed her eyes on his smirk, including the little dimple that formed at the side. She then brought herself back to McCree, waiting a bit before speaking again. Her hand placed itself under her chin, completing the deep thought look.

However, it was all a sham. Sombra never needed to be in deep thought. Her mind was already made up the minute McCree spoke. "How about this, cowboy?" She began, leaning far enough into McCree where he could feel her breath tickling against his skin. "You tell me why you're so curious and I'll give you the exact coordinates," her violet irises shifted down for a moment before coming back up. "...plus a little more for the trouble. What do you say?"

"Father's day is approaching. That old man must be feeling pretty lonely. Thought I would pay him a visit" he joked around before chugging the rest of his drink down. That was as close as he would get to the truth. A cautious grin rested on his relaxed facial features. "Ya know, for good old times' sake" he added, winking at her. His exaggerated tone of voice was a blatant give away that this time he wasn't playing with her terms.

And boy, did she catch on. Sombra scoffed at him once more, baffled at his stubbornness towards her advances. Normally, information would lead to something more but this time, he put the cap on it harder than anticipated.

"Well, make sure to get him a card then. I'm sure he'll appreciate it," she joked back, playing around with his words. "But, as much as I adore father-son bonding, I need something in return. I don't work for free," Sombra made clear, seriousness cutting into the features of her face. She leaned in closer but the sexual vibe that surrounded her earlier turned ominous in a second.

The cowboy gazed back at her, protecting his silence for a bit. He took his sweet time, patiently observing the female's serious features. "Hey, lighten' up your pretty face" he suggested, managing to speak with cigar in his mouth. "As long as you accept a different type of payment, I'm willin' to pay."

One hand removed the cigar, holding it tightly between his fingers away from her. The other cut the air with a knife. Having the speed of a gunslinger, he quickly reached for the picture, stealing it back from Sombra's grasp with a drastic move. As he did that, he also closed the remaining distance between them, getting right into her personal space. "I might have something interesting for you" he began, his hot breath touching on her face. "You are interested in learnin' more about the Iris, right? Can help ya about that."

If Sombra was surprised by this, she certainly didn't show it. Her face was cold and rigid, as if she was frozen in that current state. No one could guess what was going through her mind. It was a tangled mystery that webbed itself into knots.

"The Iris, huh?" She whispered to him, her breath sending a chill towards McCree. Now this was a sign of interest. "What is it that you know?" Sombra asked with harsh intent, making it clear she wasn't messing around.

"Seems like it's the subject of Shambali faith, believing in this symbol of a mysterious eye. Used to be preached by Mondatta until... well, ya know. Anyways..." The cowboy paused briefly, his eyes flickered from hers to their surroundings to make sure that nobody was listening to them. "I'll keep this brief. Have ya heard of an omnic monk who goes by Zenyatta?" McCree asked. He wasn't smiling anymore. "I don't really get all this omnic and AI stuff, but that's the guy you need to speak to. I can tell you where he is."

He really didn't need to ask her if she knew Zenyatta or not. Sombra somehow knew everything with her hacking abilities. One swipe of her hand and history trickled down her fingertips. She knew everything about McCree and all these people he mentioned. In a way, it made it easier to work with her but it was also the cause of frustration when secrets were kept hidden in her mind and only the best would have it be unlocked.

However, this...this wasn't something she fully knew. He could tell by the raise of her purple eyebrows and the little glimmer that shone in her eyes.

"I see..." Sombra spoke, folding her hands under her chin to study him more. As if she was analyzing the truth behind his words. Thank god cowboys didn't lie; they only stretched the truth. "And how do I know you'll give me the right lead? How do I know this isn't a plan to send me to that group of yours? I do have vital information that is wanted. I need to be careful. You know how cruel this world is," she said, though her tone was teasing and completely lacking any form of seriousness. McCree knew she would be able to get out of any of situation with a snap of her fingers. This was just her sick way of getting that extra push she needed before she would give up anymore information. Think of it as a way to cover all her bases without actually needing to.

"Didn't know that I come off as a liar." McCree joked around as he pulled himself away from her, allowing a subtle half smirk to rest on his lips. "How about this..." he began, totally playing right into her trap.

Or, was he?

"That omnic monk will be hosting a religious study group at the Shambali Temple tomorrow. Most likely goin' to be streamed live." He explained, sounding very confident about his words. "You can confirm it. I recommend to look into that... Believe me, it's for your best interest." On surface what seemed like a genuine simple suggestion was actually a warning message, a quick heads up. McCree didn't need to be open about it. He didn't need to outright mention how conveniently Overwatch was planning to have their Talon operation on the same day. All he needed to do was to cautiously pick his words. He knew Sombra would catch on the real meaning of his statement.

And that she did. She gave a smirk and twirled a piece of her hair around her finger that had a flirtatious vibe behind it. Sombra clearly liked his warning message. She was always a sucker for that.

"I wouldn't exactly call you a truther, cowboy, but..." Sombra flicked her eyes away from him in a second and then brought them back to him, having a new shine attached to them. "This sounds interesting. Much more interesting than the plan Talon made," she alluded, going into McCree's words with the same amount of ambiguity he was giving. "I don't know what kind of party is it when it's in the middle of nowhere but I guess they found the Saint Elias Mountains to be worthwhile. Pretty boring if you ask me but then...when has that old man ever been interesting "

McCree chuckled at her words, shaking his shoulders ever so slightly. "You could say that again" he murmured, appreciating her good sense of humor. "I stopped questionin' his mindset long time ago." He brought up, recalling his interactions with Gabriel who would later be known as Reaper. Even way back then, he was never fond of his methods.

The cowboy was happy about the turn of events. The negotiation was a success. Just like he envisioned, he managed to learn about Talon's hideout location. He made a mental note to apologize to Genji for revealing information about Zenyatta.

He switched his attention back to Sombra. "Too bad, I can't hang with ya longer." He muttered, hinting at his upcoming departure. "If only my group didn't need my help. Would have preferred to spend time with ya instead." He added, a look of longing crossing his face. "Are you free next week? Y'know... We could make up for today's meeting."

"Awww and just when I was thinking you weren't as boring as the others," Sombra said with an exaggerated pout, mimicking the look of disappointment with a hint of scheme in there. She even completed the look by pushing away from him in a teasing manner. If anyone didn't know her, they would think she was actually upset that he had to leave her. What would surprise them though is that she was probably just as ready to go as he was. Staying still never happened...unless she was given something she wanted. Or if it pleased her enough.

A finger pressed up against her plump bottom lip and her irises looked up, acting as if she was in deep thought. "Hmmm, next week? Oh, I will have to look at my schedule. So many men, so little time," she joked back. McCree knew that she was only emulating what was expected to say. Rather, knowledge was her first love and he was lucky to be on the side. "But I think I have room in my schedule for you, Joel."

At least she made time for him.

McCree rolled his eyes; a small disbelief was present in his body language. "You still insistin' on that? I mentioned to you before, my name's not Joel." He commented, giving his regular ambiguous answer.

Shifting his attention, he motioned for the busy bartender. "Put it on my tab." He requested loudly, pulling out his famous McCree attitude. Without waiting for the man's response, he quickly stood up from his seat. A stranger would assume that he was making a run for it.

Before he left the bar, he gave one last glance at Sombra. He reached to brush her cheek with the back of his hand, the leather glove tickling her skin. "Since you're very busy, you can pick the time." He teased, acting as if he had all the free time in the world. "When you decide, just let me know. Ya know how to reach me."

Sombra placed her hands over his own and wrapped them tight against the gloves she wore as well. Despite fabric being between them, there still was that jolt, that spark between them that surged through even the thickest of fabrics. One would call it romantic, passionate, electrifying even.

Too bad that wasn't how Sombra worked.

"Jeez, cowboy. I thought you were supposed to be a gentleman and pick the time," she scoffed at him, pushing his hand away in that cute little nudge that wasn't meant to be overtly harmful. Just teasing. Hopping on to her feet, Sombra glided towards McCree, enclosing the space close enough where only fabric and metallic armor kept their bodies apart. She pushed up on her heels and got close to his ear, her breath tickling against the thick skin on his neck. "Thursday, 9pm, your place," she whispered before pulling away. Before McCree could react to any of her words, her finger shot out and touched the tip of his nose that came with a "Boop!"

And then, pink code surrounded her and whisked her away until each last particle dissipated. One second she was there, the next second she was gone, just like that.

Sombra's signature move was no surprise to McCree. He pulled down his hat to obscure his reaction from witnesses, allowing a shadow to cast on his eyes and making them almost invisible. While it was hard to read what was going on in his mind, his pleasant grin was a giveaway.

He made his way towards the exit, fixing his red cloak. "HEY! You better pay your whole tab next time, McCree!" The bartender shouted behind his back, making him stop on his tracks briefly. "You cannot just keep piling on your debt!"

McCree chuckled, shrugging off his shoulders. "I'll try to keep that in mind. Take care old man." He muttered casually before he disappeared into the darkness of the night.