A/N: First thing to know is that yeah, this fics a bit ooc. And the most OOC character is, without challenge, Reaper. At least toward the start. I'd say around chapter 7 is where we see more canon bits of him pop up to the point we can see him in action as canon Reaper, and that's for a reason that mosta yall probably know from the tags/reading the first chapters. If you ever see something that's wildly ooc to the point you can't understand why, I do invite you to tell me in a critique! I'll explain my thoughts, or if I agree with you that I've gone too far with artistic liberties, I'll change it.

Second thing is, I tend to write very fast, and I don't always realize that I've made mistakes like spelling errors, or leaving entire words out. I also invite you to tell me if you see something like that, I won't be angry. While I am near-constantly combing over the work after I post it, I do miss things sometimes!

Lastly, I plan for this to be a very long fic, so things might take a while to switch arcs. I work on this when I can, and yeah, I might post a chapter every day for a few days, and then take a break for the next few. So with that, enjoy!

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Their location had been compromised because of some infighting, and now McCree had to get things organized despite only having been in Germany for a few weeks.

To be honest, Jesse hadn't been entirely happy about already having to leave, but he was hardly the most upset about having to leave the comfortable Wilhelm estate. Zarya had only just arrived from Russia the night before, and had definitely been looking forward to getting some rest. She had come just like the rest of them to the call of how Overwatch was reforming to once more combat the rising tide of conflict in the world. But she was also on pretty active duty in Russia and had needed some time off to rest from her battle against rogue omnics in Russia.

"So, arentcha ya glad I brought my jeep down to Munich now, eh?" He nudged Reinhardt with his elbow, the younger man distinctly remembering that Reinhardt had insisted he hadn't needed it. "The 'I told you so' there aside- some of us can't really be out in the open, myself included. We're gonna be drawin' no small amount of attention to ourselves anyway, no matter where we go." He scratched the nape of his neck, shrugging. "But to try and stave that off, I can drive back roads with the other 'controversial' members. Winston can come with, keep me on the straight n' narrow in case ya'll think I need it." With a wide grin, Jesse pat the gorilla on the back, and Winston sighed.

"Very well." Winston agreed, not really wanting to argue with Jesse over something that made sense. Truth be told, he would have much rather ridden with Tracer, but the British woman would have told him he had to get to know the others eventually, and he also wouldn't have fit in the car that her old friends at the bike shop had given her. Lena had pulled some strings with an old flame of hers in Germany, and it had paid off,naturally. The girl was infectiously happy and very charismatic, and very, very good at flirting.

"So, Hana, Lúcio and Zarya will be taking back roads with McCree and Winston." Angela agreed easily, easily picking up on who the 'controversial' members were before anyone else had figured it out, making Hana moan in disapproval at being placed with the cowboy. "McCree, you're trustworthy enough with the wheel, but that leaves the omnics who still need to be kept out of sight, along with Fareeha and Satya."

"And me." 76 spoke up from the back, shrugging. A few backwards glances were given to him, and McCree snickered as the older man avoided the gazes of the group. "Stealing things doesn't exactly endear me to authorities." He reminded them in a gruff voice. The mask did enough to hide his identity, and so some of the younger members snorted derisively at the old man who they thought no more than a common thief. In actuality, he was none other than the presumed dead Jack Morrison, so it was always funny when younger, non-Overwatch generation people brushed him off so casually.

"Rat and me are going on my chopper- solo." Roadhog mentioned briefly in his usual deep, gravelly voice, as he walked through the room, carrying his and Junkrat's equipment, with Junkrat hot on his heels. "76, you know how to contact us."

76 nodded, before sitting down with his arms folded. He had exchanged his PJs for his usual uniform a while back, and despite how he had a coffee in his hands, 76 didn't remove his mask. McCree thought it was honestly sort of weird that he refused to take it off, especially since it left him vulnerable to mean quips from newer members, but such was life. It wouldn't be difficult to get the young kids to not address him as Jack if they knew what he'd been through, but he just preferred to skip that conversation altogether.

"It makes sense that one criminal would be able to find the other." Satya murmured hotly, holding the icepack to her eye from where she had gotten a black eye earlier during her fight with Lúcio and Fareeha. She maintained a rather ugly expression of dislike for the chaos that was the newly reformed Overwatch, and 76 tensed in front of her at the cruel words. McCree barely bit down on his tongue to avoid outing 76 as Jack Morrison, but that was more for Jack's sake than hers.

"I will drive the RV then. I saw enough of the traffic tickets that Genji received during his last stint with Overwatch to know better than to let him drive, and Reinhardt, you would hardly fit in the seat…" Angela remarked as she nursed her coffee, and both Genji and Reinhardt looked awkward. A Mercy without her morning espresso was a Mercy without mercy. "Torbjörn, since you can't really reach the pedals, you will be my navigator for the trip south. Reinhardt and the larger Omnic have to be in the back, and I assume that we'd be able to fit the other Omnic there as well, and wherever we put Zenyatta, Genji will likely be as well. That leaves you still in need of a ride, 76."

"Lena, your car only holds 4, right?" 76 asked to confirm, and the pilot paused in thought, before she nodded.

"Yeah, my friend got her hands on a race car for me. I'll probably get to Ilios far before anyone else does- in record time!" Tracer grinned, packing up her clothes and weapons into the rather small trunk. McCree rolled his eyes at the use of 'friend'. He'd seen the clothes that Lena had left the house in, the young woman going out to have a fun night after the chaotic evening in the Wilhelm estate, coming back with hickeys, wearing both a bright smile and her shirt on backwards.

"Lena will drive the other girls, then. And I'll stick with you lot." 76 shrugged. "Best for me to be out of sight anyway. If I need to switch, we can do so easily enough on the road."

McCree easily picked up the hint there that if Satya and Fareeha started to go at it again, he'd be willing to move so that they wouldn't call attention to the authorities. He was still good old peacekeeper Morrison to his core, even after all he'd been through.

See, 76 didn't really like being called 'Jack Morrison,' just like Roadhog didn't like being called by his original name. He'd tolerated it for a few days as the Original team used it in hushed, reverent tones, before he admitted that it was a bad reminder of things that he couldn't change, and he tended to disassociate a bit every now and again if those things overcame his present surroundings.

It had only taken one offhand comment from Junkrat that the soldier type man had understood them, and they understood him the first time they accidently "set him off" that they understood his reasons for it. None of the original team, hell, none of them who had any military service or had fought omnics had to ask what 'set off' meant.

PTSD and the like were all too common amongst their kind. Most of the new members wouldn't get it, 76 pointed out, so other members hadn't included them to the secret that Jack Morrison had survived. Everyone had their battle scars, and the most they could do was respect his choice to remain hidden. It wasn't a topic that they avoided, so much as treaded lightly on. After all, none of them were perfect, and all of them had experience with mental troubles. Mercy was insistant that 76 needed therapy, but the man had refused it every time she'd brought it up.

"That name...it makes me think back to the day he died." 76 had been eventually coaxed into saying with Reinhardt's careful questioning, and the German soldier understood. That day had a rather complicated set of emotions tangled up in its memory- betrayal, fear, anger, sadness, regret, mourning, and hatred… and while it wasn't easy for any of them to remember what Reyes had done to them, it was probably harder for 76, the man who had been the target of Reyes' work to destroy Overwatch and everything they had stood for.

Those same complicated feelings around the last day Overwatch had both Gabriel Reyes and Jack Morrison amongst them, also explained why Jesse hadn't approached him much. After he'd arrived, he overheard Angela telling 76, it hurts him to think you left him too, out of choice.

But really- it was fine. McCree had his big boy pants on, and yeah, while finding out that the man you thought had died had in reality just tossed Jesse to the side like a used condom was hardly a nice sensation, he was used to being thrown away when people were done with him. Mercy didn't need to poke her nose in where it didn't belong. So Jesse had convinced himself that no, he wouldn't crawl back to Jack Morrison now. Uh-uh. That dog wasn't gonna hunt. Not then, not ever.

"I could use some assistance in getting the robot into the RV." Reinhardt admitted as McCree watched from afar, his harsh accent snapping McCree out of wherever his mind had run off to. "It doesn't listen to me."

76 shook his head, his chest near-imperceptibly moving in a chuckle. "It does what it wants, old man. The trick is making it want what you want." With that, the soldier walked over to where the two omnics, Zenyatta and the Bastion unit were talking- or, where Zenyatta was talking, and the other omnic was cheerfully beeping as though it was understood. Perhaps the other could actually understand it, but as far as Jesse knew, no one had asked Zenyatta what he was able to glean from the other robot.

"Heya, big fella." 76 tapped on the metal, the larger machine turning its red gaze on him, tilting it's 'head' much like a dog would. If McCree didn't remember those units destroying his family home as a teenager, he might have found it cute. "Have you ever been inside an RV? It's a truck, but it has a kitchen, a little sitting area, and hell, a bed. We have one now. Wouldja like to see it?"

There was some excited beeping, and the Bastion unit stood up, tweeting for its bird friend to follow, and then it looked to 76 expectantly. The older man gestured to the robot with a told you so air to his general expression, but as he was wearing his tactical visor, none of them could really see the smugness on his face. That didn't mean they didn't know it was there, though. And Jesse McCree knew better than most alive on how to read him.

After a moment more, he grabbed his red serape off of the back of a chair in the dining room, patting Reinhardt's shoulder as he passed him by, getting ready to leave, and going to stand by Angela.

"Don't rub it in." Reinhardt muttered lowly after seeing the grin Jesse had on his face, scratching the nape of his neck in embarrassment as he grabbed his almost comically small duffle bag from the table. Off duty Reinhardt was almost always seen wearing sweaters and jeans, though the real question was where on earth the giant got them. McCree had always wondered, but hadn't ever asked.

76 shrugged casually, gesturing for Reinhardt to get in after the bastion unit had done so and set up in the corner. "You're too big to get in later. So in with the Bot you go, old man."

Both Mercy and McCree snorted as Reinhardt prepared to argue, before he gave in preemptively, knowing that despite how he didn't agree with the idea, the truth was there was no way he'd be able to get in later, since the big door was going to be stuffed with items and the little door wasn't meant for someone of his size.

"At least let me go to the bathroom first." He mumbled, mildly upset at essentially being considered cargo.

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As he'd been able to leave before the rest of them, given that'd he would need to get a head start to get to anywhere around the same time as them, since Jesse was driving the long way through Europe to Ilios, with Hana riding shotgun, and Lúcio suffering in the back between Winston and Zarya.

Almost the whole ride had been in silence, Aleksandra catching up on some sleep as Winston fiddled with some sorta tech, Lúcio having his headphones on loud to hear his music over McCree's country songs, and Hana playing video games as Jesse drove onward.

Since Hana's video game had died sometime late in the evening, as the 10 hour trip to the hotel between Munich and Ilios was far too long a drive for her gaming device to last, she had resolved to ask as many questions as she could about the original members as possible.

And that had led Hana to ask Jesse McCree this-

"My god, you guys had to have been so horny! I can't imagine living in the same area and not being able to do anything about it." She made a face. "Did you guys… ever sleep with each other?"

Jesse only laughed, but Winston looked uncomfortable. "That's about right, living in close quarters meant it was hard to get some, but we found ways. To be honest, in the original Overwatch, I'm 99% certain that we all fucked each other at some point. Now, the circumstances, enjoyment, and number of repeat episodes varies greatly amongst us all, but I don't think there's anyone on the old team I didn't sleep with."

"Wait, wait a second. That means you fucked Torbjörn." Lúcio pointed out, eyes bulging.

McCree shrugged, smiling lightly. He hadn't realized that the girl's questions had drawn the other's attention. "Well, don't knock it till you try it. The old phrase was always been what a man lacks in length...he makes up in width. It's true in his stature, after all."

"Gross. What about the robot?" Hana pointed out in disgust at his previous answer, and McCree laughed at the girl's face, with her tongue stuck out even as she pressed on.

"Genji?" He snorted, rolling his eyes. "You'd be surprised how versatile he is though, and he's not really fully robotic…how much of a robot he is…. well, that's nothing I'm saying."

Lúcio kept going, even as Winston covered his face and Zarya groaned a bit. "So there are those two, but isn't Tracer a lesbian?"

McCree laughed louder, shaking his head. "I was completely hammered, and Lena told me after we both vomited that I look very convincing in a dress and that she topped anyway. She's also mentioned to me that it's one of her biggest regrets."

"Then Reinhardt, and Mercy?" Hana asked, shaking her head in shock. "My god, how big is Reinhardt's…"

McCree snickered, "Can't always kiss and tell buckos, but yes, both of them. Also, the doc has one helluva bondage kink. Swear she made me forget English, that one. Like I said- everyone."

There was only one more member that they hadn't asked about.

All eyes turned to Winston in the backseat, looking even more uncomfortable where the questions were going to fall. Both Hana and Lúcio look to Jesse for answers, and he swallowed thickly.

Winston made eye contact with him. Zarya looked on in shock.

After a moment of silence, Jesse answers. "No, not Winston." And yet, somehow, they all know he's lying.

Hana made the first movement, shouting loudly- "HE FUCKED THE GORILLA!" before she began screaming, grabbing her phone and immediately livetweeting the event as Winston covered his face in utter embarrassment and shame, and McCree stared at the phone, surprised that she had managed to pull it out that quickly.

"GUYS GAYCOWBOY YIFFED SCIENCEFURRY!" Hana shouted as she typed. "Holy shit!"

Jesse only took a second longer to stare in shock, before he shot the phone out of her hand. "I did not fuck the gorilla." (He fucked the gorilla.) "And even if I did, I was probably completely drunk." (He was entirely sober) "- I didn't know what I was asking for." (He knew exactly what he was asking for). "And I immensely regret the decision." (Doesn't regret it in the slightest.) Let him be honest, Winston was technically an Alien, and as a respectable member of New Mexico, he had questions and interests.

"But Hana! You need to stop texting people while we're driving! They can track our location, and kids, all 3 of you, jokes aside about the relationships we older Overwatch people had, ya'll have no relations to us, and if you're caught with us, it'll only make it easier for them to convict all of us of illegal Overwatch activity. I'm reminding you of what you agreed to when you joined! Overwatch is illegal. So no more cellphone, Hana."

"You broke it anyway…" Hana murmured, mourning her device.

Winston and McCree made eye contact again, and the gorilla raised his brow in question. He clearly remembered it correctly, and that it was definitely the other way around. What the kids hadn't picked up yet was that Jesse McCree was a bottom bitch.

"This is the exit." McCree rolled his shoulders, yawning a bit as he saw the sign for the city they'd all be resting in. "I need a break from you kids, and a drink. Lúcio, you have a European license, right?" And the kid looked so excited to just be able to get up and walk around that McCree didn't really mind having to get a taxi or ask Winston to pick him up after he got tipsy.

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Jesse McCree, and all of his passengers got out at a random gas station, and Jesse stretched out a bit, cracking his neck. "Kids, stay outta trouble, Lúcio is driving, Winston, you just make sure they don't get caught with their nose where it doesn't belong. Gimme an hour to cool down and then I'll meet ya'll at the hotel or I'll give you lot a call. Winston, keep Athena on so you know if I need a ride."

And so, Jesse McCree left the others behind, and walked away from the car, looking around to make sure he'd seen correctly and he'd not have to walk too far. There was the bar he'd spotted across the street, and he sighed in relief. He pushed his way over, crossing the street with purpose even as Winston and Zarya looked on in disapproval. After he opened the door, and heard it shut behind him, he walked to the bar. "I need a bourbon." He said tiredly, before the bartender handed it to him easily and he sipped at it, the burning sensation a friendly hello to starting the night.

He downed it after a second longer of contemplating what the kids had found out earlier that day. It wasn't that Jesse was ashamed of his behavior, because even though he sort of was, it was still his choice and he didn't regret that he had made it. Sex was always something he enjoyed and could throw himself into. It's how he had wound up doing his work after Overwatch had originally fallen. It was more that he hadn't visited those memories in a long time.

None of the kids had asked him if he'd slept with 76, mostly because they didn't realize that he was Jack Morrison. The answer was yes, definitely, but the memories surrounding that were painful. They'd been bad enough to think back on when Jesse had just thought he was dead, now that he was actually alive...well...

Jesse didn't want to address them just yet.

However, as he finished his first drink, the alcohol warming him from within, Jesse noticed someone to his left, dressed in all black and just sitting with a beer in front of him, not drinking it. The man had a skull mask on, but his outfit gave McCree exactly the kind of image he had thought the other had. It was obviously quite muscular if it was that defined under the leather. Since he wasn't going to let the still-alive Jack Morrison stop him from doing what he loved- having sex- it was a nice distraction.

McCree gave a lopsided grin, rolling his shoulder's back and tilting his hat forward, before he walked over with swagger, winking at him. The man was interesting, if nothing else, and there was an old gay pick up that revolved around truck stops. Certainly, this wasn't a truck stop, but it was rather close to one.

Once he was next to the man in the mask Jesse removed his hat and flashed a flirtatious grin, and mysterious person that had drawn his attention so easily looked to him, seeming unimpressed behind his mask. "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?" He asked with a head tilt and placed a hand easily on his hip.

The black-clad man looked him up and down, before snorting and shaking his head in derision. "Where? In your nightmares?" However, despite the mildly harsh response, there was a bit of a teasing intonation behind it, tilting his head to the side. Better than outright rejection, if McCree did say so himself. It meant he was probably considering him.

Jesse put one hand on his hip, and rested the other against the wall by the booth the man had been sitting in. "In my fantasies." He winked, and the other snorted even louder, shaking his head. He took it as an invitation to sit down. Though the other tensed, it was almost immediately easy by his first question. "What's yer name, or you gonna keep that a mystery too?"

"…I am known as Reaper." The man, Reaper, revealed with a dark chuckle, seeming to look at him in genuine interest now. Jesse McCree was a notorious flirt, and he was exceedingly good at his job.

"That's no name, but I getcha. So, 'Reaper', I unno if you know the old adage about gay men in truck stops, but I have a feeling that you do." With that, Jesse turned around with a flirtatious gesture to follow him to a forgotten bathroom, and Reaper got up behind him and did so easily.

Turns out he knew exactly what the old adage was.