Junkrat x Trans!Male!OC

Meeting

There have been many reports of trouble and mayhem going around. The worst part about it, for Junkrat, was that it wasn't being caused by him and/or Roadhog. He had to say, he admired how precise this character was with his work. But it was almost too precise. Almost.

The organization had been tracking all of the havoc and it'd been drawing in closer to base. This, of course, made a few of the members more than antsy. Whether it be due to wanting to find out who this criminal was, or fearing for their lives, it was making others excited.

Junkrat had never seen the crew so shaken up just because of some random criminal. But he had to admit that the way this person worked had shivers going down his own spine, as well.

This stranger would select his victim, according to the reports, and stalk them for three days before getting them alone and killing them nastily. He'd slice open the victim's arms and legs and remove all the muscles and meat, keeping them conscious through it all, and fill it with sand before stitching it back shut. Then, and finally, he'd let loose live spiders down the victim's throat and let them crawl all inside their guts and things, making a warm home, and finally leave them to die. They called this guy "Stitch."

It'd be three days today since the last reported corpse. So everyone in the compound was anxiously waiting for someone to come in and tell them who the latest doll was.

Roadhog was sitting alone in his quarters when Jamison came by to check up on him.

"You alright, mate?" he asked him in a quieter tone than usual. To this, however, Mako nodded slightly.

"Anxious, is all..." the muffled, gruff voice spoke behind the pig-like gas mask.

"Oi, don't let this Stitch guy get to ya. Sure, 'e takes down lots of people, but 'e doesn't have anythin' on you," he tried to comfort his friend. Sure, Roadie would be fine, but Junkrat? Yeah, he had his bombs, but without them, even with defined muscles, he wasn't nearly as strong as the large man that sat before him.

That's when an urgent knock sounded from the door. Jamison got up, opening the door to a terrified Mei.

"Whatsa matter wit' you, Sheila?"

"I-it's Lucio! Hurry!" she started to run down the corridors, Mako and Jamie exchanging a concerned look before running after her.

When they arrived at the scene Lucio was on the ground in seemingly agonizing pain, stitches going up and down his arms and legs, coughing madly with no avail of breathing. He appeared to only just barely be holding onto life by now.

"How long has he been like this?" Roadhog was the first to speak.

"We found him like this just now," Soldier: 76 was the one who answered. "We have no idea how long he could have been here."

Junkrat felt his heart drop to his stomach. That Stitch bastard was in the facility and was still at large. He turned away from the group and started running down one of the hallways.

Mako was about to run after him but Tracer held him back, "He probably just needs a minute to think… Let him be for a bit."

Jamison eventually slowed to a walking pace as he searched the compound, now positive no one could hear him unless they had been following him, which he was certain wasn't the case.

"Oi, punk! Show yaself! Before I smoke you out…" his voice was dark and angry when he heard movement behind him.

He spun around quickly, only catching the glimpse of a boots going behind a corner. He started to walk towards the corner before feeling a presence behind him. He turned to find a pair of goggles on a manic smiling face.

"I've been excited to me you Junkrat~" the person spoke in a singsong tone. This angered the Junker further. "Oh? What's wrong? It's like someone killed one of your team mates or something~" the voice of the boy sounded young; around Jamison's age.

"Why're you doing this?" Junkrat asked sternly.

"Why do you blow everything up?" the person retorted.

"Because it's bloody fun!" he'd caught onto what was being done and widened his eyes at falling for the verbal prank.

"Exactly~" the brunette bopped Jamie's nose playfully. "I actually have come here to strike a bit of a deal with you…"

He wasn't buying the pale man's act, but played along, "A deal?"

"Yes, a deal. See, I have no affiliation with any suits. I'm a one-man show. But, in exchange for your own life, I need a bit of help with covering my tracks~" the shit-eating grin the boy wore made a fire burn inside Jamison's chest.

"Mine and Roadie's lives," he crossed his arms sternly.

The man smirked half-heartedly, "Alright, deal." He extended his hand to seal it. Junkrat was hesitant but reached for it.

Just before their hands met, the boy retracted his, "But no one can hear of this encounter. Ever. Got it?"

Jamison slowly nodded, tempted to just blow the bastard up afterwards, but decided against it. Should the brat survive, he'd be after him next on the best case scenario. They spit on their palms and shook hands, sealing the pact.

Afterwards, the man turned to leave, but Junkrat grabbed his forearm, earning a hiss of pain from the criminal, "What's your name? I wanna know who I'm workin' with 'ere."

The person turned, slipping his arm away quickly and favoring it gently until the pain subsided, "What does everyone else here call me?"

"Stitch."

"Then that's all you need to call me by."

"I mean ya real name. So if they start talkin' 'bout suspects I know when to cova for ya."

'Stitch' paused for a moment, a small frown on his face, "Mike... Mike or Maria Newkirk. If either one of those names come up, you'd find it in your best interest to steer your buddies clear of it."

Jamison nodded, slightly confused by the feminine name until he caught on to an explanation for the chest bandages the boy wore, "So you're… transgender?"

Stitch pursed his lips sourly before nodding. "But keep that info to yourself. And never address me as a female. You won't like what happens to you then…" His voice was tainted with pain as he left the scene just before Roadhog found Junkrat.

"Where have you been?" concern was laced in the taller's voice. Jamison shook his head, realizing what he'd just done and twitching a bit in disgust at both himself and Stitch.

"Don't worry about it mate. I'm fine," his voice showed confusion, but Mako figured it was best if he didn't ask.

The duo rejoined the others in the common room, where everyone was discussing what to do about Stitch. For once, Junkrat kept quiet, trying to think over what he'd just done.