A/N: I've been having some troubles writing this chapter. Mostly because I didn't know what to do to make Reader-chan adapt to her new workplace faster. So here's another eye rolling-ly sappy chapter.
It's been a good half an hour or so since you've sat down in front of your now new workspace. You took the time to explore the place that you were most likely to spend the rest of your life in. The door on the left turns out, was just a kitchen while the door on the right was a bedroom. As chic as it looked, it made you feel uncomfortable like it was all for display rather than to live in. There were even a vanity and a full closet. With a small voice, you had joked about what Reaper had picked out for you. Disappointment spread through your face, even more, when it was empty inside. There was, However, a pair of clothes waiting for you on the bed for the day after.
"We'll get you your necessities tomorrow." He had said when he noticed the drop in your weak-willed smile.
So, here you were, waiting for him in the new place he gave you. Wearing the clothes that someone had already picked for you. The black form fitting turtleneck made you squirm a little. While it did hide the bruise on your neck, every time you bent your head one way or another, the little pain reminded you who inflicted it in the first place. It almost felt like a collar.
When you heard a beep at the door, you looked up. Your stomach tied itself into a knot when you saw Reaper in his civilian clothes. Without a word from either of you, you made your way to the door.
Following him out, you noticed that the two guards you saw before were not there anymore. Knowing Reaper, he probably told them to leave so he didn't need to show his face to them. You had wondered if Talon even knew who Reaper was.
"Where are we heading to today, boss?" you piped, feeling a little more yourself today. You had taken the time to think about your situation more yesterday. While there might've been an invisible leash around your neck, you figured it was as safe as you were going to get. You'd have to run by Reaper what you were allowed to do and not on your down time. You figured if he truly valued you as an employee, you could probably squeeze some benefits out of him. At least you didn't have to worry about money trails anymore.
"Wherever you need to." Was all he said. You were taken aback. Though you had already known that, you almost felt giddy on the inside. It had sounded enduring, whether he intended it to or not. You smiled, feeling like you had a small victory on your side, despite the large disadvantage you were already in.
You almost felt bad. In one of the many changing rooms, you had several different shirts and pants to try on, mostly because you had to make sure they fit. You probably won't have the chance to exchange them if they hadn't. That was what you had told him when he started to complain about how much time you were wasting. You joked that if you had to worry about your budget, it would've taken longer, so he should be thankful for that. He only snorted as a reply.
Contempt with what you had, you opened the door, telling him that you were done and made a beeline to the counter with your no doubt pricey purchase. The clerk was smiling the whole time, occasionally eyeing you then to Reaper. You gave a smile back, making small talk while they scanned everything. They didn't ask why you were buying so much, but you told them anyway. Saying something along the lines of 'It was time for a new wardrobe.' When they told you your total, you had only looked at Reaper, ask if telling him to hurry up and pay.
"Your boyfriend is paying for it all too? Lucky duck." They chided, you laughed along when Reaper's frown grew. The two of you didn't say anything to correct it, though. You said your thanks when the clerk handed you your purchases in a bag. As you made your way to the door, you slowed your steps so Reaper could catch up, remembering something important.
"Do you mind if we drop by a grocery real quick?" He shot you a questioning look as if he didn't know your place had a kitchen.
"I'd just like to make some stuff to eat once in a while, you know." You shrugged, "As nice as it was to be feed steak yesterday, they just don't make it like Mama do." You laughed at your pathetic attempt of a joke. He stepped into the driver's seat and you, into the passenger's seat. You had carelessly tossed the bag into the back before putting on the seat belt. Fingers twiddling, you watched him start the car with a sigh.
Arms placed behind your seat as support; he turns to watch the back side as he backups the car. You couldn't help but watch him drive with ease, surprised by him and yourself. Firstly you didn't expect him to be able to drive so easily, seeing that he probably just got others to do it for him. Secondly, you didn't expect yourself to just watch him in awe like that. You didn't expect yourself to find something to be interested in after what he had subjected you to. You laughed, mostly at yourself for being so weak willed.
"What?" he asked, an eyebrow raised as he shifted the car to drive. You noted that he wasn't turning to the direction you two had come from, confirming that you might be going grocery shopping. You shook your head.
"Just didn't think you'd be that good at driving." You lied. A small hum coming from him tells you that he took the lie.
"Driving's one of those things that's hard to forget." You almost didn't catch the small, serene smile on his lips. It was your turn to hum in acknowledgment.
"Driving makes me anxious. Not am I responsible for my life, but potentially someone else." you paused, "I wouldn't be able to live with someone's death done by my hands." As hypocritical as it was, you only ever indirectly killed people. You never felt guilty for doing what you did; it was their moral choice to carry out the act. You were only doing your job. Plus, you never really felt that bad about it; the people usually deserved it, usually other gangs or corrupted corporations that you were hired to dig up. Reaper's requests were the only one that made you question your loyalty. You had turned down many jobs that involved the Overwatch cast before, knowing it'd get sticky with the feds once they catch wind. But when you had seen McCree's name on the file, you couldn't help but let curiosity get the better of you. You had wondered what he was up to, and you had wondered what Reaper had wanted with a disbanded group.
You hadn't noticed that Reaper was quiet the entire trip till you felt the car stop. You wondered if you had accidentally struck a nerve with him already. Sneaking a glance towards him, he looked stoic as ever, already getting ready to leave the car. You followed, noticing that the area you were in seemed more like a suburban area than the cityscape you were in before.
The shopping probably took longer than the shopping before. It was mostly you standing in the same aisle for at least thirty minutes before moving to the next. But surprisingly, Reaper was a lot less vocal about the time you were taking. He would even occasionally ask if you needed something, lifting it for you to see. When you had gotten to the cooking aisle, you asked him if he had free time later tonight. He gave the same raised eyebrow.
"I feel like I should make you something in repayment." Forgetting that you were permanently working under him now, you corrected yourself, "Well, for today anyway."
He watched you for a bit, but you didn't return the favour. Face starting to heat up; you were busying yourself scanning the spice rack, wondering which spices you might need in the future. You felt stupid for asking already.
"Go get a few pounds of pork." He nudges you aside, now his turn to scan the spices. You didn't move, hesitant because you didn't expect him to say yes so easily. Already picking out a few spices and leaned down to see more, he turned his head to you when he noticed you hadn't moved yet. "Get some peppers and lemons while you're at it. Maybe some long grain rice too."
You turned to leave, couldn't help but giggle while you did. You definitely did not expect him to be able to cook either.