Many thanks go to Page-Mistress for the prompt! Not going to lie, this was the epilogue I had planned for A Mid-Fall's Reprieve before I cut it so I'm happy that I get to come back to it! If you have a prompt that you'd like me to give a look, feel free to leave a review or comment! Thanks for reading, y'all!
The Overwatch operative stood on the platform in Seville, trying her hardest not to show how restless she was and failing pretty spectacularly. She hadn't seen him since the base in Switzerland had blown to kingdom come and the UN shut down all of their operations. Bloody hell, she hadn't even spoken to him since then.
By all rights, she should be furious. She hadn't exactly been lying low trying not to be found, unlike him. The least he could've done was sent her a message! They had a system for getting ahold of each other while they were out on missions! It certainly wasn't fool-proof but it was something. She had come back from many of her jaunts and impromptu operations hoping to find a note that he was at least alive but to no avail.
That was, until the news reports started rolling in, "Dangerous Ex-Overwatch Operative Wreaks Havoc On Train," "Bounty Placed On The Head Of Ex-Blackwatch Agent," "Outlaw Jesse McCree Wanted For Attempted Assassination Of Ambassador." Lena smiled at the thought of the last one, she could only imagine what Jesse had gone through to keep the ambassador safe and the grin he must've had when he heard the news anchors refer to him as an "outlaw".
She had never worried about the Cowboy returning to his outlaw ways, she had come to know exactly what kind of man Jesse is while they were together during what turned out to be the waning days of Overwatch. If McCree was diving headfirst into danger, she knew he was doing it for good reasons. And if he was doing it by himself, without backup, well… He could be a right proper idiot sometimes.
Lena caught her foot tapping on the floor and put some effort into stopping before blinking to the Arrivals board to make sure that there weren't any delays for what felt like the 10th time. It's on time. Of course it's on time. It's been on time every time she's checked the board since she got here. She was having a hard time being patient now that she was so close to the moment she had been waiting for since she had gotten the recall from her best friend.
Jesse had been one of the first to respond to Winston's recall but was "in the middle of something," or so the short, cryptic message that he had managed to send said. That had been two weeks ago and it didn't escape her notice that his last message a few days ago had coincided with a "large, unexplainable explosion off the Volga River."
That message. It was short, typical of the Cowboy, telling them he'd be coming into Seville by train in three days time. The end, though, had sent her heart thrumming like a mockingbird. Four words, "Could you send Lena?" Winston had had a laugh at that, but the smile on his face when he relayed it to her betrayed just how genuinely happy the big gorilla had been for her.
A gentle voice came over the intercom, informing everyone on the platform that the 8:10 from Madrid was coming into the station and Lena snapped out of her thoughts. She looked down the rail and saw the bullet train coming to a stop. The agent found it impossible to stop herself as she quickly blinked around the train, looking for the Cowboy's telltale hat. She found it near the back car, covering his face with his messy hair pressed against the window.
Lena moved over to the pillar nearest the door Jesse was moving for and tried her hardest to look cool. He stepped off the train carrying a duffle bag, looked around and Lena couldn't help herself. In a blink, she had closed the distance between the two of them and thrown herself into Jesse, who dropped his bag to ensure the two of them didn't go flying to the floor.
Before the Cowboy could say a word, Lena's lips were on his, humming with pleasure. She could feel the sun on his skin as his arms wrapped around her and she melted into them. The two stayed there for what felt simultaneously like an eternity and a blink of an eye before Lena eventually unwrapped her legs and returned to the platform.
"That's for not dying," said Lena, a smile on her lips that McCree quickly matched.
Jesse started to talk when Tracer's open palm made a lightning strike against his cheek.
"And THAT is for not contacting me this whole time, ya bloody tosser!" Lena was trying her hardest to act mad but she couldn't suppress the happiness that she felt and the grin shining on McCree's face as he rubbed his cheek didn't help matters.
"Listen, Lena, Talon scooped up most of my men when Blackwatch got dismantled and they took my playbook with 'em." The Cowboy's grin had faded as his eyes had set into a serious gaze. "As long as they were out there, I had to be huntin' 'em and I wasn't gonna put you in danger on accounta my problems. If something had happened to you, I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself."
Lena said nothing but grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in, kissing him with a hunger that had been building since they had last seen each other. It was McCree's turn to hum with pleasure, he had apparently been missing her lips as much as she had missed his. After a moment, Lena stepped back and grasped Jesse's hands in hers, which he gave a gentle squeeze.
"That's all well and good, Cowboy, but if you think you're going to run any more missions without me, you're a complete nutter."
"Wouldn't think of it, Darlin," said Jesse. "Like hell I'd think about leaving you again."
This earned McCree a flurry of kisses before he grabbed his bag and the two headed out of the station, hand in hand. Lena's head rested on McCree's shoulder and she smiled softly to herself, the moon was out and street lights left a soft glow on the street for the couple as they walked towards the truck Lena had commandeered from Watchpoint: Gibraltar's motor pool.
"Tell me, Len, is that cafe down the street with those amazing tapas still there?"
"Why, Jesse, I do believe it is," smiled Lena, the memories of several furloughs spent in Seville with the Cowboy flooding into her mind.
"What say we grab a table on the sidewalk, maybe a bottle of fine Spanish red and have ourselves a candle light dinner?"
"Sounds utterly delightful, love, but Winston is probably expecting us back at base soon."
"Oh, come on now, I'm sure Winston would understand us coming back tomorrow," said Jesse, a wicked grin coming over his face.
"Tomorrow? Someone is pretty sure of themselves," answered Lena, piquing an eyebrow but matching Jesse's grin.
"We need to debrief each other on what all we've been up to is all I'm talking about, missy," said Jesse. "I'm not too sure what you're getting at."
"Sure, Cowboy," said Lena, letting out a laugh. "Come on, now, let's go grab a bite to eat."
Jesse put his bag in the truck and the two started walking towards the cafe. They did have a lot to catch up on and Winston would certainly understand.
