"Guard duty?!" McCree retorted, "I mess up one time and all of a sudden y'all don't trust me anymore?"

Winston adjusted his glasses and calmly tried to explain the situation.

"Like I told you it's not guard duty" he sighed, "we received a tip that Talon is going to attack our defense systems. If they inject a computer virus into our mainframe then our shields will be useless, which would make us a huge target for our enemies."

Winston leaned in closer to meet McCree at eye level, "and in case you haven't noticed, Overwatch has a lot of enemies. You used to be one Jesse, but now that you're with us you have to follow orders," Winston explained.

McCree tipped his hat lower, "I follow orders just fine," he countered, "'specially when I knocked the wind out of those Talon soldiers. Y'all seemed pretty friendly when I did that, and now suddenly I can't be trusted again?" he asked.

Winston looked to the ground, almost in defeat, he himself trusted Jesse but the others didn't. They didn't see the possibilities of what he was capable of and fear clouded their minds when it came to proper judgement.

Winston shook his head, "you were too reckless on your last mission Jesse. This isn't guard duty; it's a test in patience."

McCree raised an eyebrow, "right, patience… so y'all still don't trust me," he stated.

Winston paused, McCree had been with Overwatch's recon group Blackwatch for about a month now. Yes, he was still reckless and stubborn but he had completed his missions. The problem was he used to be a criminal and many still saw him as one.

Winston clapped a hand onto McCree's shoulder and looked him square in the eye.

"For what it's worth Jesse I trust you," he said, "and if you do this the others will have an easier time warming up to you."

McCree lifted his head with a cocky smirk, "is that right? Well thank you kindly Winston, and it's worth plenty. Just wish I could gain their trust doing something other than guard duty," he grumbled.

Before Winston could insist that it "wasn't guard duty" McCree lifted up his hand and shook his head, "easy big guy, I'll still do it," he said.

"Not happy 'bout it, but I ain't got much choice now do I? Just make sure you put in a good word for me. Tell all your buddies that this gunslinger ain't a threat to 'em, not anymore," he said.

Winston blinked in surprise; he wasn't sure where this shift in attitude came from but for now he wasn't going to question it. He was just glad that McCree was willing to comply to orders for once.

"Very well," Winston smiled, "Thank you Jesse," he said.

As he was walking away McCree crossed his arms and shook his head.

"No big guy," he muttered to himself.

"Thank you."

That night McCree was where he said he would be, sitting on a desk chair in the heart of the defense tower, bored out of his mind. There was a giant screen with a bunch of codes that he couldn't make heads or tails of. The computers lit up the room like fireflies, signalling the defense systems were still online and active. None of that was particularly exciting, so he spent most of his time looking out the window as he inhaled his cigar.

His mind wandered through his worries and fears whenever it got this quiet, and his contemplative trail of thought led him to the biggest fear he had. What he would do if Overwatch didn't trust him? Would he be regulated to sitting in computer rooms and being kept on a leash his entire life? Sounded a lot like prison to him, and he traded that fate for being an Overwatch operative in the first place. He figured if that was the case he could strike out on his own like old times, doing whatever he damn well pleased. Hell, he could do it right now. He smirked at the thought, admittedly it was a little tempting, but they'd be expecting that.

No he didn't want to run away, not this time. He blew some smoke out the window and watched it billow into the night sky. This time he wanted to prove them wrong. He was more than just a thieving scoundrel; he could stand next to those clean cut heroes with a gun in his hand and a grin on his face. Yeah, he thought as the smoke disappeared, he'd prove them wrong. If it meant sitting in a dark computer room staring out the window all night then by god he would do just that.

Suddenly, as he was watching that lazy smoke fade away, he caught sight of a figure off in the distance. That must've been the Talon operative. He smirked and flicked his cigar out the window, "took 'em long enough" he muttered.

Suddenly a grappling hook grabbed onto the ledge and he could see the dark figure hurdling towards the window at incredible speed.

Without a second to think Jesse darted into the shadows as the windows were riddled with bullets and the figure came bursting through the glass. McCree pulled out his peacemaker and grinned to himself "I thought this was a recon operation, Talon agents must be as dumb as they are ugly," he chuckled to himself.

He quickly rolled out of the corner and pointed his revolver at the mystery agent that had burst through the window. To his surprise it was a very attractive woman with purple skin and a ponytail. He did not expect that.

"Okay then… guess they're not all ugly," he said.