Hello everyone, I am here with my first Overwatch fic (yay) starring three of my favourite characters with plenty of others on the side. Also the fic with the cliché song title. I hope you all enjoy!
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"Angela put Junkrat down."
The powerful voice pierced the cacophony of noise that bubbled around the common room as the team filtered in from the mission, and the others, who had been spared the mess in dealing with Talon and too many explosives, entered. Junkrat weakly struggled in the Mercy chic's grip, eyes wide as shells as he struggled in a vain attempt to escape, at least without injuring his relatively new teammate. Kicking someone in the chest with your peg leg was apparently not good team building according to Roadhog, though Jamie was inclined to disagree (as with most things).
A breath of relief escaped his lungs at the command that echoed throughout the room like the aftereffects of one of the particularly louder bombs. Head rotating wildly where it was attached to his neck, Junkrat spotted…. And the name escaped him once more, but he recognized the figure standing in one of the doorways at least (and he looked right imposing, aura of darkness and all). Long dreads, bright green, liked music… L something. It would come to Junkrat eventually or not at all as the case usually was.
Mercy (or was it Angela?) dropped Jamie with all the care as if she was dropping a rock. Junkrat hissed a bit from where he was suddenly seated on the floor, baring a small frown before he heaved himself to his feet, with all the grace of a polar bear (which the ice queen would probably argue about). Mercy was studying him again, eyes tricky and sharp as razor, Junkrat knew better then to mess with healers, but that didn't mean he wanted to be anywhere near them. Especially not when they kept trying to drag him into the med bay for an evaluation.
The music man forged his way through the crowd, which was simultaneously quiet as a night in the ruins, and loud as full daybreak, shifty eyes centered on the sudden spectacle. Jamie's eyes roved around once more attempting to spot Roadie, which should have been an easy task considering the man's girth, but the Hog was surprisingly good at hiding. Mako was stranded at the entrance from the hangar, helmet tucked under his arm, with a visible dent and one of Junkrat's devices under the other arm.
There was an aura of worry and hesitance in the crease of his mask and the way Roadie carried himself, after knowing his partner so long (and the unyielding mask) Jamie had learned to pick up on the man's ticks and signs, speaking without words. And Junkrat's attention had slipped again, eyes darting between Roadhog and the musician who now stood a foot away, arms crossed and posture tense.
There was a put-upon frown on the angel (angel, Angela?) Sheila's face, as if readying for a battle. In the corner at the flick of his still slightly frantic gaze mapping out exits, the soldier guy in blue was eyeing the situation tensely as if expecting a fight, and was ready to intervene. Jamie couldn't blame the old man, the 'recall' (whatever that meant, Roadie had tried to explain it, Jamie would get it eventually) had only happened semi-recently. They were still gluing as a team, as the optimistic angel liked to encourage.
"…lived alone. Wait for them to come to you, at least unless it's serious."
Oh, the dreads guy was speaking, he had a nice voice all timbre and bass like the music that followed him around on the battlefield. Junkrat cocked his head following the conversation with a vague frown and furrowed eyebrow. His eyes darted to the long scratch that was gouging his leg, he studied it for a moment and shrugged. Same as before, and nothing worse then what they had already treated in the past. That was the point he had been trying to make to the Sheila, when she had picked him up by the shoulders with no small amount of effort, as if planning to cart him off to some mad house (which was veritably where he belonged some days).
The air crackled with tension and Jamie stepped back, he knew better to engage in a fight that wasn't his. No point in senseless violence without cause, otherwise it was just trying to get yourself killed, at least in the Outback.
Instead Jamie's eyes flickered to Mako as he took a few more steps back putting distance between himself and the healers. The large man shifted his head in a bare nod and Junkrat took comfort in the small gesture before his gaze darted back to the small confrontation.
A puzzled frown marred Junkrat's lips as he considered the small man (and he was small, but then everyone seemed tiny to Junkrat), he had been of the ones to meet them when they arrived right? Maybe? Jamie thought so, he remembered someone really optimistic, short, with lots of green, but that didn't quite fit the bill, as Jamie didn't recall the man being so intimidating. Still if Junkrat talked to the guy he would probably remember better, action was always better at jogging his poor excuse of a memory.
The blond chic's gaze darted over towards Junkrat, and Roadhog's rather imposing form behind him, before her wings drooped slightly (and aw the poor bird Junkrat thought with a coddle and a laugh), she hesitated before consenting with a sharp nod, staring hard at the tiny musician.
Man, Jamie did not want to get on a healer's bad side…. Unless he was trying to escape treatment, that he was prepared to die for. With that nod, the tense situation dispersed and after a few minutes of darting glances and hushed whispers the noise level picked up one more, and Junkrat was itching to leave the room.
The only time in the Outback you were in a room with so many people, was a bar, or a fight, and a bar usually devolved into a fight. So, no Junkrat was not keen on remaining in the common room any longer then he had to. As if sensing Jamie's rising ire… or maybe anxiety emotions were complicated, Roadhog stepped forward large gait and a miasma of chains announcing his presence behind Junkrat.
A large hand landed on his shoulder (one that always seemed large enough to wrap around his torso, and what it did under the sheets, Jamie was probably blushing thinking of it), and Junkrat nodded quickly eyes searching the crowd as he mumbled under his breath about the next batch of explosives he would need to whip up. He caught the gaze of the musician and nodded once in gratitude before he turned to Roadhog with a wide bright grin a bit brittle around the edges, that beckoned the larger man on.
Mako sighed, whether in exasperation or amusement Junkrat could never tell, and led the way out of the crowded room and into the one of the side hallways that would lead… somewhere. That was one thing Jamie loved and hated about the base, it was huge, and built like a maze with endless hallways, and rooms, which meant that Junkrat got to have fun exploring, but it also meant he often got incredibly lost.
Mako had a great memory compared to Jamie, and seemed to have already memorized all the passageways. Which was a good thing as otherwise Rat would be wandering the hallways till he found a room that suited his fancy.
As soon as they were far enough away from the crowded room, Junkrat grabbed the straps on Roadhog's back and swung himself up to perch on one of the big guy's shoulders. He was thankful that they had another giant on the team…. Rei… Hart… something, he looked like a knight and was kind of taller then Roadie which was awesome in Junkrat's books, it also meant super high ceilings.
Swaying on Mako's shoulders, Jamie studied his nail polish with a sceptic eye as he began talking about the mission. It was a soothing thing, a habit he was far too used to, to ever attempt dropping. He talked. It was part of the package deal the two of them had brought to Overwatch, that and explosives, plus the following carnage.
"And then ta talon bastard thinks it a mighty fine idea, to pull out a puny little thin' and toss it at me! Me! And of all the blasted times, ta cowboy pulls out his watch and bullet's fly."
Junkrat rambled swinging his legs against the muscular chest below him, Roadhog grunted a bit at the story, which was all the encouragement Rat needed to continue detailing the rather messy mission. Which when Jamie took the time to reflect, was all their missions. But that was fine Junkrat liked that just fine, because messes and explosions went hand in hand, like the burning heat and the Outback.
The Sheila with the blue tech on the other hand was not a happy camper (was that even an expression? Junkrat shrugged and tried to continue his train of thought before it completely derailed again). She was all one for order, funny considering the dictatorship her company sprouted. They got along well enough, in a weird kind of understanding way, knowing each other's differences Jamie supposed. But well, being stuck in a lab together had not been the ape's greatest idea.
That was why his lab was in a far corner of the base, where they used to test and build certain anti-omnic weaponry during the glory days or whatever of Overwatch. Which had been fine with Junkrat once they blew up the lifeless robotic bodies lying like corpses; had given him the right shivers first time they walked in and flicked on the lights.
At least Junkrat was still welcome in the main lab to tinker and build, however explosives and other dangerous detonations were relegated to the outer lab. It was an escape for Jamie and Mako, at least from the rest of the base for a time.
A large hand ruffled the patches of hair still sprouting from his scalp, sending ashes and a drift of smoke into the air, the fires were probably out again, but Junkrat could never be sure. He barely knew when it was burning in the first place.
"Jamie."
Mako's deep rumbling timber voice said, in that way that carried a thousand emotions captured in a single sentence; it always left warmth (the good kind, as supposed to the too damn bloody hot kind) flushing his chest. Once they had really shared names, Mako took pleasure in calling Junkrat by his name in private, though they were always their Junker names upon the field.
Swinging to the side after shaking the cobweb thoughts of other things that grasped with sticky fingers, Junkrat stared into the opalescent discs of Roadie's mask seeing nothing but floating darkness. An arm rose and pointed forward, with a quirk of bushy brows Jamie follow the hand to the entrance to the lab. Letting out a small crow of delight at the sight Junkrat clambered down from Roadhog with the speed and efficiency born of practice, and bounded to the door entering the key pad number (one of the few things he always bothered to remember) and entered.
The smell of metal was as poignant as ever as he strutted into the room, the dull clang of his prosthetic echoing along the floor, his eyes swept over everything taking it all in and cataloguing every little detail. It wasn't easy to let go of old instincts, and Junkrat didn't plan on doing so, not when they could save his life.
The working desks were piled against the walls as usual, blueprints stacked and crumpled everywhere (and it was a real right joy to have paper to actually write ideas down on), the old saggy couch that Mako had dragged in from who knows where, and the collection of explosives strewn around the room. There were a few other things, Junkrat observed laying on the floor or carefully placed out of his reach.
Striding further into the room, Junkrat beelined towards the far desk where some of his tools were, and some of Torbjörn's tools were (the old dwarf had watched Jamie tinker for a day before he had handed them over with a wink). Once there he whipped around catching Mako settling into the couch (which was surprisingly comfy), and gestured for the beat-up helmet.
It was sailing before Rat could nag the man about waiting and patience, and he caught it with a touch of exertion and a slide backwards. Even when trying to control his strength Roadie was pure muscle, which Junkrat had no qualms about at all. Settling onto the stool perched at the desk, Junkrat giggled as some of Roadhog's music lilted from a small stereo stashed somewhere Junkrat couldn't find and proceed to tinker with it.
It was something Mako called classical, but he wasn't sure what genre the man meant, still it was good when the music got loud and powerful. Otherwise it was mostly dull, with a touch of awesome.
Settling into work Junkrat picked up the helmet and started inspecting it, holding it up to the flickering overhead lights, and studying the damage with a critical eye. Before he could actually start working Mako's voice echoed in the semi-octagonal room, "Your leg."
"Oh yeah right, right."
Jamie chimed as he glanced down at the dried blood staining his leg and the still rather there gash. The dull pain that was sort of usual, became more pronounced like a deep thud, and Junkrat pouted and decided he would 'take care of' the wound first if only to alleviate Mako's worries. The man could be surprisingly mothering about his partner, which considering who his partner was… well it was a positive habit to say the least.
Springing to his feet once more (though it was more of an awkward shuffle than a spring) Junkrat hobbled towards one of the supply cabinets, Jamie was pretty sure it used to hold a lot of very dull paper, and pulled out a thick roll of gauze they had swiped from a pharmacy during one of their missions. They were not yet ready to brave the angel chic's domain, not at least for a pair of bandages.
Wiping off the dried blood with a bit of spit and the leg of his trouser, Junkrat wrapped the wound loosely. After studying his work for a moment, and muttering about psychotic angels, Junkrat decided the job was done well enough and shuffled back towards to the work table at Roadhog's satisfied grunt.
The helmet was a right easy fix once Rat brought out the hammer and the blowtorch (which some would say was unnecessary but hey Junkrat liked fire and a chance to use it). A bit of whacking here and there and the shape was spic, span, and bowl-like. He tinkered with the thing for a few moments, inspecting the support and structures before he pulled out a small can of paint they happened to keep damn near everywhere (because one could never have enough black, or toxic yellow, especially for decoration).
After fixing up the paint job in a moderately decent fashion that was better then finger painting, Junkrat set the helmet aside leaving it for Mako's inspection. Pulling out the device Roadhog had been lugging under his other arm, Junkrat frowned as he inspected it.
He had expected the blast radius to be larger, and he wondered if the mixture of compounds and elements had been imbalanced. Or maybe shaking it a ton in front of a poor talon sap's face had not been a good idea. Oh well it had still blown up near everyone cloying his space. Focusing on the bomb once more with a giggle at the thought of the explosion, Junkrat carefully and efficiently picked it apart, pulling out wires and depositing them against the side here and there, along with the twin cans he had used for the compartment. If there was one thing he strived for with certain objects was the ability to salvage or reuse.
Regular bombs (though how could any of his bombs be considered regular truly?) however could stay implanted in a wall or a limb in shattered shrapnel for all he cared. Junkrat talked under his breath as he analyzed the data, picking up on the wires that were singed by the blast and the location in correspondence with the center and reaction of the blast. It would help him idolize which wire coating suited a certain reactant better. The blue rubber ones were usually not a good idea, unless Junkrat wanted a fake or short fuse.
Junkrat's head popped up from the workstation briefly, he idly stretched laughing and giggling at the plethora of cracks that wrapped his body when he stretched. The music was reaching a crescendo one of those fast pieces that got his blood pumping, it kind of reminded him of what he had heard of the music man's songs. Popping a look at Roadhog who was still settled in the couch, only with the addition of a book (mainly blasted useless things, cept for the explosive ones, and for burning). Nodding to himself and humming Junkrat returned his attention to the dismantled parts settled on the work table.
Just as he was beginning to settle into that work mode hyper focus he liked, a loud knock resounded along the opening to the labs. Junkrat cocked his head frowning a bit at being interrupted, tongue pinched between his teeth, and brow furrowed as he sent a hasty curious look towards Roadie and then the door.
They had left it open for the most part, no need to close it when they hardly received visitors, and plus entering and exiting through a door was a real hassle in Rat's books (why do that, when you could just blow a hole in the wall). Junkrat debated answering, wondering if it was the blonde Sheila hunting them down, or the old soldier trying to scold them again. Deciding he could ignore them if it was such a visit Junkrat answered with a loud yell, "Yeah?"
The door shifted a bit before swinging open and admitting the small man who had stood up for him earlier. He glanced around the room with an impressed look on his features (though Junkrat thought if he knew how much of the floor was covered in explosives it would probably be one more of horror), hands settled on his hips, eyes bright and visible without the green visor thing.
He paused eyes furrowing in question, and pulled out one of the buds jammed in one of his ears (he always seemed to have one, at least for all of Junkrat had seen him). The music man smiled, it was a nice one all gentle warmth and cute, kind of sent his heart fluttering in his chest, and asked, "Is that Chopin? Man, I love his music!"
Roadhog cocked his head from where he had been for the most part pretending to ignore their sudden guest (Jamie could tell he was still paying attention by the way the book was settled across his lap) a surprised but agreeable grunt sounded from his partner's mask and Junkrat grinned. Anyone who liked the 'classical' music earned a star in Roadie's books.
The pig was studying the man in green at the front of their lab, he nodded slowly at the shifting musician who was playing with the strings of his ear buds a hesitant tilt of his lips playing across his features.
"Sweet, can't make music without knowing the classics."
The music man said eyes brighter then before, Junkrat vaguely recalled that the man did indeed make music (and oh yeah wasn't that how he healed them. Also speed which was fun). Junkrat shrugged and cocked his head wondering why the man had decided to visit their little corner of the base, when Jamie knew he could be hanging out with Buns (the gamer chic who was pretty nice, Junkrat was pretty sure her and the music man were friends).
"Sorry for intruding, I just wanted to make sure you're both okay?"
The musician said with sincere concern lining his voice, eyes deep as the omnic pits. Junkrat cocked his head gaze darting towards Hog, he was almost one hundred percent certain the big guy wasn't injured, really the only major wound they had sustained in battle was the now bandaged gash on Jamie's leg. Still it was nice of the healer to come and check on the two of them, the others didn't really bother as much.
"Right as rain, all bandaged up. But ya can check if ya like."
Junkrat responded gaily as he tinkered with a one of the canisters in his hand, he was pretty sure it was the one containing the gas… he knew there was an actual name for the thing (a whole table of elements to experiment with, that had been an awesome field day), but he couldn't recall the name. It mattered little, in the Outback he had his own names for the elements and their properties.
The musician frowned faintly all gentle and caring concern, there was a softness about him again; one that Junkrat vaguely recalled from their first meeting. It was nothing like the earlier scene in the common room, he wondered at it briefly, but eventually chalked it up to the man's past, or something like how there was Roadhog and there was Mako, the names were interchangeable as a bolt, but the people were completely different.
The musician was looking at him, Junkrat must have zoned out again (he did that sometimes, too many thoughts and not enough time). It looked like the shorty had asked a question, if only for the curiosity on his features so he threw out a quick sentence, "Sorry lad didn't catch that."
The musician laughed, it was a nice sound, all light and like the air; thunder and wind, made Junkrat want to hear it again. Jamie brushed aside the silly thoughts and joined the musician in laughing, because hey it was good and fun to laugh, made things brighter.
"Sorry, I was just asking if I could see the bandages, better if I see, then Mercy has no reason to haunt you guys."
The musician said with another one of those smiles all encouraging like, lit up his features like living music. Junkrat pursed his lips, he had offered in the first place, more of a whim then an actual thought to the process as usual but the music man had good motives so he nodded and stuck his good leg out so that the healer could see the bandage.
The musician grinned and skated over, Junkrat studied the skates, they had a bunch of tech built into them, and a on a certain level he knew they helped him with his healing/music. But also, Junkrat thought they were super cool, because skating everywhere was also awesome in his eyes.
"Is it alright if I call you Junkrat, or do you want me to call you anything else?"
The musician asked as he arrived at the desk, eyes lingering a touch on Jamie's face before his gaze observed the desk and the bomb laying in pieces. If he had any worries about sudden explosions it didn't show on his features which Junkrat appreciated.
"Junkrat's fine… sorry mate but what's ya name again my memory's as blasted as ta Outback."
He spouted with a curve of his lips, before he paused an apologetic expression swiftly gracing his features. Sometimes he hated his memory, if only because he wanted to avoid the faint crestfallen expression that whirled across the musician's features before it was swept away by…. Sympathy? Pity? Junkrat wasn't certain, and he wasn't certain on how he felt about it so he ignored the little claws of irritation.
"Lúcio's the name, and don't worry about it, there's over twenty people in the base. I'd be surprised if you managed to remember everyone."
Lúcio chirped, and Junkrat let a beaming smile settle onto his features as he finally had a name to the person. Lúcio it was a good name, suited the young man (unlike Horhae that was a man undeserving of such a name).
"Yeah, Roadie's ta one wit ta memory, me nah usually doesn't happen, even when I try it's a real right bludger."
Junkrat responded with a grin the tension and guilt he had been feeling dispersing with the light exchange of words between the two. Lúcio laughed again, though it was more of a breathy quiet kind of laugh. Junkrat decided then and there that making the frog laugh would be a good idea (frog, it suited him, with the green and small stature, plus the emblem on his tank… though it didn't quite fit right yet).
Lúcio made to bend down on one knee and look at Jamie's leg, but Junkrat intervened and swung his leg up onto another nearby stool, wobbling a bit on his own stool as his peg leg became the only thing grounding him. A look of concern and worry filtered over Froggy's face as he watched Junkrat sway a bit on the stool and land firmly with a wide grin, but it was replaced soon enough as his gaze was drawn to the wrapped leg.
"It looks pretty good from here, are you in any pain? I can play some of my music to help you heal faster?"
Lúcio choraled after a few minutes of studying the leg with tongue pinched between his lips, and brows furrowed. It was a cute expression, but Junkrat buried that thought and instead focused on the apparent bundle of wires in his hand. Huh he must have switched the canisters out while he was thinking.
He considered the healer's offer and question for a moment before shaking his head and responding, "Nah mate no pain other than ta normal shite. Music's always welcome plenty here, just gotta consult Roadie as he's the DJ here."
Lúcio grinned at the answer, before a slight hesitance twisted his features as his gaze travelled over to Roadhog. The big lug was watching the whole scene play out with a sort of disinterest, ready to intervene if Junkrat needed.
"Ah him, don't worry bout Hog he wouldn't hurta kitten. And he sure won't hurt ya Froggy, least I don't think he would right Hoggy?"
Junkrat said ending with his usual boisterous tones as he assured the reluctant musician. Roadhog nodded and let out a grunt of agreement and Jamie responded with a wide grin. Good, it was good that Roadhog liked Lúcio because usually they had a sense for the bad nuts, and when one of them didn't like someone it was usually a good indicator. And the DJ seemed like a genuinely nice person (which was always a novice experience for Junkrat).
A puzzled expression slipped across Lúcio's face lightning fast, leaving Rat to guess at whatever the DJ was questioning. The healer looked over his shoulder to Roadhog who flashed the shorty a thumbs up which was about good as the DJ could expect from his usually silent partner.
"Cool, I have my speakers here already so it shouldn't take too long."
Lúcio responded with a grin, the tension lining his shoulders faded and was gone with the wind. The quiet music that had been singing in the background abruptly cut out, and the musician took that as his que to fiddle with one of the circular things on his legs (Mako probably knew what is was).
A near minute later music bounded out, it was the same kind of kicks that Junkrat heard when they were in the field together. It sent lightning coiling through his veins, like when the storms built up across the plains, the air crackling with tension. He felt alive more energized and hyper then he usually was, like if he turned around and stared at the worktable he could invent or recreate something brand new.
Instead Jamie focused on Lúcio's features as the music continued to play, his eyes had slid shut and he looked relaxed all smooth and sharp lines that Junkrat could study without being yelled at. His fingers were tapping at his thigh, head swaying a bit to the rhythm.
It was like when Junkrat lit a fuse, that mind-numbing pleasure as the soon to come explosion spiked his nerves with bliss. It was different for Lúcio, more of a soft kind of joy, compared to the chaotic fires that sprung up whenever Junkrat watched one of his creations unfold. Roadhog had his thing to, his happiness, kink, or whatever else he wanted to call it. That soft radiant joy when he spotted a small animal (it was always fun when they adopted one for a short time, he still missed weasel).
The vibrant energy drifted off into a quieter beat, one that was all passion, drums, and early mornings. Lúcio's eyes flicked open to reveal soft brown eyes, and Junkrat leaned back against the desk good leg swinging off from it's perch and opening up a seat for the musician.
"Wanna sit down?"
Junkrat questioned, deciding he wouldn't mind hanging out longer with Lúcio. The musician stared for a minute studying Junkrat's face as if looking for honesty or some other intentions, his eyes briefly caught Jamie's own. It was like being caught in a sandstorm, near inescapable and damn overwhelming. Never a fan or holding eye contact unless it was with Roadie Junkrat quickly slid his eyes away. A kind of light smile danced across his lips as he tentatively waited for the shorty's answer.
"You sure I wouldn't be bothering you two?"
Lúcio asked concern in his voice as one of his hands reached up to brush his long dreads over his shoulders. Junkrat strained his head a bit to see past the Frog, eyes catching the empty soles of Hog's mask he asked a silent question and received a sharp nod in return. Giggling a bit under his breath Junkrat responded, "Nah mate s'not a problem at all. Take a seat if ya like."
Lúcio grinned and skated over to the seat before he gently lowered himself onto the plastic thing that wobbled a bit before settling. His fingers tapped against his thigh contrasting sharply against the bright metallic blue of his skates that caught Junkrat's eyes. It reminded him of the sea, and the coast, the long stretches of beach and actual real good sand.
Nodding to himself slightly as the faint music pulsing from the stereo grew in tempo and volume Junkrat turned his attention to the desk where one of his instruments was smoking slightly, that was mostly not good, but also could be fun.
"What are you working on?"
Lúcio questioned curiosity framing his features, Junkrat wanted to beam at the question. A few members of Overwatch had questioned the method to his madness, or more specifically his explosions and all their glory. But they were mostly the techy members, and the ape who had been concerned about the potential detonation of one within the base. Having someone ask just because they wanted to know or were curious (which at least Junkrat supposed was why Lúcio was asking, he would give the musician the benefit of the doubt).
"Disassembling ta bomb from ta field, ta blast radius was small to what I wanna see. This wire is one…"
Junkrat rambled about the different parts, pulling them out and carefully showed them to Lúcio, demonstrating or explaining their use within the bomb and their properties that allowed it to function. He continued to prattle for a bit as he explained why he was dissecting it in the first place and what he had found so far.
Half of his attention was centered on Lúcio, glancing over every so often to catch faint admiration and the still eager curiosity. The other half was focused on the desk hunched over in a vague semi-circle that allowed the musician to glimpse what he was working on.
"What bout ya, and ya music. Hows that work?"
Junkrat asked, remembering some long lost conversational lesson about asking about others as well. Lúcio grinned all bright as the neon lights of the cityscape, he gently gestured to his hip where one of those spiny disk things were and said, "This is a turntable built into my skates it allows me to play my music. Originally the tech was Vishkar Corporation but I stole it from the bastards and repurposed it…"
Lúcio's eyes flashed dark as a summer storm as he mentioned Vishkar, the expression was gone within an instant as the musician continued to describe how the tech involved the use of sonic devices, and how he had incorporated his own music into the tech.
Junkrat listened with a happy kind of tilt to his lips continuing to tinker with the bomb in his hands even as he turned to face Lúcio. It was all actually very interesting to Junkrat, the idea that sound and in consequence music could empower people so. It was like an explosion sometimes they were purposed for good, other times not so much (which were often some of Junkrat's favourite times). And the science behind the tech was interesting, Junkrat was more experienced with the handy side of science, but soundwaves, vibrations, and the like, were all still interesting concepts.
What Lúcio had done for his country, in fighting the oppression and the company, well it made Junkrat grin because anyone who fought the damn suits had balls of steel beneath whatever other exterior, and earned a star of respect from Junkrat.
As the musician spoke his hands swept about his head, helping to tell his story as he vocalised his happiness or frustration his expressions wide and varied as the weather patterns Junkrat had experienced in the Outback.
"And that's basically how the tech works, I'm still trying to improve it, and I'm always trying to create better music. But I'm so thankful that I have it."
Lúcio finished with a shrug leaning against the desk behind him after a careful peripheral view of the workstation (a wise idea, continuing the many times Junkrat had planted his elbow in a paint can, or other nefarious things). Junkrat grinned eyebrows curling together as he thought over the information before commenting with a bright grin that was all encouragement and mirrors, "Tech's not my best but ya sound like ya gotta decent setup. However, if ya ever need explosives," Junkrat's eyes lit up a like an atomic bomb and his grin was a touch manic as he continued, "Then I'm ya man."
Lúcio laughed, deep and bellowing in the otherwise empty lab, Junkrat joined in again happy to add his laughter to the mixture. Eventually they settled down, Junkrat wheezing for breath even as the musician panted cheeks rosy, and a grin on his lips.
The shorty surveyed the area again, eyes darting to the collection of bombs, landmines, and traps scattered on the left side of the room in an eclectic pile that looked nothing short of a junk pile of scraps (which Jamie was plenty fine with).
"Are those all explosives?"
Lúcio asked with a touch of wary, that was overpowered by blatant curiosity. Junkrat liked that and grinned for it, with a bit of a swing he pointed his arm at one pile that was largely painted yellow with a touch of orange for fun and said, "Nah mate, see those in the orange are my mines, and ta ones in the toxic yellow with ta stripes are some of my small bombs, ta traps are the bear jaw things, cause ya know I've met tons of bears in ta Outback."
Lúcio grinned nodding as Junkrat pointed out the individual devices of his trade, ending with a joke and a wide grin. Lúcio stared for a second, eyes wide before he cracked and started giggling, Junkrat laughed and joined in. The two were hunched over their seats, precariously maintaining balance, as their laughter bounced around the desolate lab, Roadhog's deep chuckles quietly echoed their much louder laughter.
"Man, ha I needed that."
Lúcio said with a grin as he panted for breath staring at Jamie, gaze flickering to Roadhog with a soft smile. Junkrat smiled and nodded happily hands reaching for something to tinker with.
"So, did you design all of the bombs and traps you use?"
Lúcio asked and Junkrat mimed looking around before leaning in close enough for breaths to mingle, hand splayed against his chest, and whispered in a whisper that was more of talking all breathy and said, "Trade secret… but yeah mate all mine."
Lúcio laughed softly at the dramatic display settling against the desk, Junkrat grinned and followed the other's example pursing his lips for a moment, taking the time to tentatively run a hand through his hair to disperse ash and soot like a cloud of sprites into the air.
Glancing at Lúcio again, noting the calm look on his features as music pumped from the speakers all bass and singing rhythm, Junkrat tilted his head with a curve of his lips and asked, "So what got you into music?"
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I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, it was really fun to write from Junkrat's point of view, and figure out how he saw the world. I'm excited to write what happens next, and here's to hoping for updates. Thank you all for reading reviews/comments are always appreciated.