Roadhog watched Molly stare out the windows over his book, the little girl nervously fiddling with her fingers as she stared at the road, Bob lounging at her side, ready to report when Reinhardt, Torb and Brigitte were on their way back with their guests.

The plan was for all of them to come over tonight, tomorrow morning they'd pass out the surprise costumes and then that night would be the party and then they spend half of the next day here before heading back home.

Despite everyone's best efforts to calm her down and give her tips about making new friends, she was still nervous about meeting the other children.

"Molly." He called, motioning her close as he put his book down on a nearby table. She quickly scampered over towards him and he scooped her up and plopped her into his lap, gently taking her tiny hands in his, "There ain' nothin' ta be nervous 'bout. All of ya are gonna have fun 'n get along foine, I know it."

She pouted, his heart breaking as he saw that she didn't seem to believe him. What should he do to make her feel better? What could he do to make her feel better?

Then the answer hit him like a ton of bricks;

Maybe he should ask her how she wanted him to help. After all, she seemed to know more about what she wanted than he did. And it wasn't like he was the mind reader of the two of them, even if she was wearing her bracelet right now.

"Is there somethin' I can do ta make you feel better?" he asked, surprising her.

"C-can I jus' stay with you a while?" She asked softly, "Please?"

"'Course, Luv." He said, bouncing her a bit in his arms, a smile budding on her face, "How 'bout a noice game of catch with Zarya's present? Bet Bob'd loike tha' too."

Bob immediately popped up, as if to say, 'Hell yes, fetch please!'

He made his way to Molly's room, Bob right at his heels, stopping for a moment as Orisa excitedly passed, something cradled in her massive metal arms, "Thank you again, Agent Song! I can't wait for tomorrow night!" She stopped when she saw them, "Oh, excuse me, Agent Roadhog, Molly and Bob! I didn't see you there!"

"Whatcha got there?" He asked her.

"Oh, Agent Song has begun passing out costumes today instead of tomorrow morning, since they need to make sure everything fits!" She informed him, tilting her head and giving him a smile, "You'll love yours, Agent Roadhog! Everyone worked really hard on it!" she insisted before she left, calling out to Athena to let her know when Efi arrived, obviously excited to show off her costume as soon as she could.

He looked up to his daughter, "Should I head over there too?"

"Yeah!" She blurted, then paused, as if the thought that he might not like it crossed her mind, but before she could say anymore, he was already walking towards Pipsqueak's room, passing Mei, Pharah and Hanzo on his way there, each of them holding a box of their own.

Her door was open and he poked his head in the doorway, "Pipsqueak?" He called.

"It's about time you showed up." She said, opening it fully and making him jerk backwards a bit as she shoved a box for him to hold into his Molly-less hand, "This is Molly's and Bob's, yours is back at the workshop, ask Rat for it when you get there…"

"Actually…" He said, "Can I drop this off in 'er room 'n we can try 'um on later?"

"We're gonna play fetch with Bob!" Molly explained for him.

Hana seemed surprised and a bit put out that the surprise that she'd been teasing all those who weren't involved in the making of the costumes for a while now was less important than a game of fetch! But when she looked down at the pup, she couldn't hold back the smile at how excited he looked, his stubby tail wagging so hard, his rump seemed to have trouble keeping up, the panting, the tongue lolling out of his mouth in excitement…

Who could say no to that?

"Only if I get to join you." She said before stepping out into the hallway with them, "Angela said I should try to get some more fresh air when we have down time, and I could use a break." She said stretching a bit as she joined them in the hall, closing her door behind her.

"Foine by us, we were gonna pick up Zarya's present 'n then head outsoide."

"Then I am definitely coming with you! I've wanted to give that thing a shot ever since I saw it!" The tiny pro-gamer declared as she then grabbed him by the belt and attempted to drag him to Molly's room…

Only to yelp when she remembered that he was not so easily moved and nearly fell onto her rear. He chuckled as Molly scooted over and he scooped the tiny Korean to join his little girl in his arms. Hana's eyes widening for a moment before letting out a squeak as he moved towards Molly's room, wondering if it was a good idea or not to ask if she was eating enough. The kid was so fucking light…

Then again, Rat was too when he wasn't wearing his R.I.P tire…

He had Athena open the door and he carefully placed the box inside before placing both girls down and letting Molly collect the gun and several loose tennis balls on the floor and plop them inside, Hana helping her collect the balls and happily tossing one towards Bob, who was ecstatic as he caught it, his tail going so fast Hog was worried that the pup would have a sore ass after all this.

After they collected enough, they headed to the nearest exit with Bob racing off in the lead and Molly and Hana right behind him, calling for him to wait up, not that the mutt listened. He chuckled as he followed them, watching them follow the pup as he waddled towards the nearest exit, impressed with the speed he had with only three legs and his butt was still wagging with his tail.

Once outside, the girls began taking turns shooting tennis balls out for Bob to race after, he chuckled as he watched them have fun, even pulled out his phone and recorded them playing. It was dawning on him just how much Pipsqueak had rubbed off on him for him to record them playing with Bob on his phone when he heard the sound of an engine and tires on the road and ended the recording.

He turned to see two vans pull up Reinhardt manage to slide himself out of Angela's van, Torb already out and opening the door and holding out his hand for a kind looking blonde woman, who smiled lovingly at him as she took it.

He felt his jaw drop.

THAT was Torb's WIFE?!

Fair Dinkum, the man had done well for himself! He made a mental note to ask how the hell he'd managed to do that as Torb's wife noticed him starring and, without a single moment of fear or dread, gave him a smile and a friendly wave. He barely managed to return the gesture, quickly realizing that she probably couldn't see the smile from under his mask.

But, then again, considering his shock and his general appearance, it was probably for the best in that regard. Brigitte climbed out of the second van and waved at him too, "Where's Molly?" she called.

He turned and pointed to the two youngest human females in Overwatch, Molly holding her gun and was getting ready to fire with Bob hopping excitedly at her feet. Hana realized the other's return before she did, and quickly waved at them before informing his daughter that they were back, the gun tilting away from her intended target area as she looked over to confirm the information with her own eyes.

Molly's face paled and she seemed to involuntarily pull the trigger at the sight, launching the ball towards the edge of the cliffs, Bob bounding blindly after it.

"BOB!" she cried, racing after him with Hana right behind.

Hog felt his stomach twist as he ran after them, pulling at his hook as he watched the ball bounce off the edge, Bob finally noticing the cliff edge and skidding to a stop the best he could, tripping over himself and nearly tumbling over after it but somehow managing to claw at the ground and keep himself from falling off with his front paws and quickly managed to skidder back up the ledge with his back paw.

The poor pup was curled up by the edge, whining pitifully as Molly and Hana made it to him. Molly quickly pulling him into a hug and murmuring something into his fur, her whole body shaking along with his as she held her dog tightly.

Hana glanced over the edge and he watched her expression go from curious as to where the ball landed to concerned as she grabbed at both of them with one arm and began frantically dragging them away from the edge, a blood chilling sound of metal against stone finally reaching his ears. Hana looked towards him, her eyes wide with panic as well as a tiny bit of relief that he was right there, she called out for him, holding out one hand as she cried out, "HOG!"

He may not be the mind reader of the three Junkers, but he really didn't need to be to understand that she needed him to throw his hook. He did, feeling relieved when he saw Hana grab it and felt the weight at the end of it as he yanked them away from the edge as something sharp and metallic flew into the air and landed where they had been standing with a loud thud before it slid back towards the cliff a bit as the sound of clanking metal on rock began to come closer.

"GET EVERYONE INSOIDE, NOW!" He bellowed back to the others as he caught the three most likely very traumatized little ones. Reinhardt ran towards him and he passed them to him before the German giant dashed off with them back towards the others being ushered inside.

"DADDY!" Molly cried, reaching for him.

He watched his little girl cry out for him for less than a heartbreaking second before turning back to the issue at hand;

The mechanical menace that was climbing up the cliff.

He heard a window open and saw in the foggy peripherals of the goggles of his mask that Rat leapt out of it, several grenades strapped to his chest as he ran towards him as the metal mystery continued to climb up the cliff. He nearly made a comment about using the damn door, but all things considering, hopping out the window was probably the least flashiest entrances/exits Rat had ever made and he was glad that speed was the important thing here instead of showing off and dealing with a bitching Morrison later.

"What are we lookin' at 'ere, Hog?" Rat asked.

"Dunno." He replied, his voice dark with anger, "But it almost cut Molly, Bob 'n Pipsqueak."

"Tha's all I needed ta hear." Rat growled, pulling a grenade off his chest and walking towards the edge as he pulled the pin and peering down.

To his shock, his partner in crime made a face and quickly started swearing as he tossed the grenade not down at the incoming metal monster, but somewhere out in the ocean where it blasted uselessly in the water.

"RAT!" He cried, "TH' FUCK?!"

"IT'S WRECKIN' BALL!" He called back.

Wrecking Ball. Rat's favorite MEKA fighter back when they were in Junkertown.

A small moment from when he and Rat were teaching Pipsqueak about MEKA Fights crossed his mind. When Rat explained how his favorite fighter was Wrecking Ball and told her, Molly and Bob about how no one knew what he looked like since no one ever saw him outside his MEKA and stayed shacked up in Queenie's place until he had a match. He stopped halfway through his speculation on why Queenie let him stay with her when he noticed the Pro-Gamer pouting.

"'Course, I've got a new favorite MEKA fighter now." He said, ruffling her hair.

"Yeah!" Molly agreed, "You could totally beat Wreckin' Ball!"

"Th' only reason we haven' taken ya there ta prove you could kick all their arses is if we go anywhere near Junkertown, we'll be shot on soight." Hog said.

The title and compliments appeased her and she told them straight up she'd happily take on any of those other pilots if they ever showed up.

How he wished that little girl had not jinxed them.

The MEKA pilots of Junkertown were some of the most well respected citizens, the Queen herself an ex-champion back when Junkertown was still freshly made from scrap, sweat and stolen shite. They were some of the tougher fighters they had and even he and Cheshire'd had a hard time taking on Queenie's replacement as champion way back when he had to bust her ass out. They had managed, but every time a new Champion rose, Hog's confidence that he could help Cheshire if she pissed Queenie to the point where she'd send the new champ after her waned.

And it wasn't just because they were getting too old for that kinda shite.

Over the years, the younger citizens had become better at theft, and would bring back more advanced tech than the last generation had managed to snag. Wrecking Balls' MEKA was the most advanced one they had in the Outback last time he checked. And as advanced as Hana's was, he doubted she'd ever fought another MEKA pilot before, while Wrecking Ball had fought MEKA pilots for years and had always won. Last time he and Rat went to a fight, the bloke had armed himself with a updated grappling claw, and fancy glowy shields similar to Symmetra's, Zarya's and Reinhardt's. The damn thing could roll you over or crush you like an actual wrecking ball could and had pretty powerful cannons. But what worried him the most was the reason he was Rat's favorite;

He had mines.

Lots of them.

He'd spread them out around the arena and watch his challengers try to dodge his shots while avoiding his mines and often fell victim to one or the other.

If any of the kids here accidently stepped on one of those…

"TH' FUCK IS QUEENIE'S PET DOIN' OUT 'ERE?!" He roared, furious at the thought of Queenie's favorite fuck boy come to hunt them down, especially since there were so many kids around today…

"TH' FUCK SHOULD I KNOW?!" He shouted back, "I AIN' TH' BLOODY MOIND READER!"

"IF 'E'S OUT 'ERE, THEN QUEENIE PROBL'Y SEND 'IM, YA DRONGO!" He shouted angrily.

"BUT WHY WOULD SHE SEND 'IM 'ERE NOW?!" Rat countered.

Hog frowned, that was a good question. Why now?

But before he could fathom the answer, Rat let out another stream of swears as he backed away as the round mech finally climbed over the edge on various long metal… tentacles? He guessed. He didn't exactly know or care about the specific technical term for whatever it was right now.

But what was surprising was Wrecking Ball was holding the tennis ball that had fallen off the edge and held it out to Rat.

The one eyed MEKA suddenly erupted into odd squeaking sounds before a robotic voice said, "Annoyance detected. Please don't throw things at others."

"We didn' know you were there 'til ya nearly crushed me noiece 'n 'er pup 'n our mate with yer claw." Rat said as he held out his hand and the robotic claw carefully dropped it into his palm, "Seriously, Mate, if 'er Da' don' kill ya." He said, thumbing to Hog to indicate who exactly the father was, "Then 'er Mum will."

The mechanical eye widened and the round metal body moved closer to Rat, much to his discomfort as more squeaking came from the MEKA before the robotic voice said, "I was not aware anyone was interested in either you or your bodyguard for anything other than the honor of presenting your dead bodies and your stolen treasure to the Queen. Let alone that someone would ever want to have a child with one of you."

Hog snarled and pulled out his gun, famous Champ or not, those were fighting words and he sure as hell was not going to let some bloke in a metal bowling ball talk shite about him or his pyromaniac pal or Cheshire right to their faces like that and fucking live.

Rat's face contorted with anger for a moment before a devious smirk crawled up his features, "Oh, yer gonna regret tha' one, mate." He purred darkly.

The metallic eye narrowed and squeaks bounced around the MEKA before the robotic voice asked, "What are you going to do? Send your bodyguard after me?"

"Nah, worse." He said lightly before turning around and saying, "Be back in a tick!" Pausing when he saw the discarded tennis ball gun and picked it up before heading towards where he'd last seen his little girl…

Oh…

OH…

Hog wasn't sure if he wanted to give Rat praise or a smack to the back of the head for his idea, but at the same time, he knew his friend would take precautions.

After all, an eight-year-old verses a Champion MEKA fighter was not something most parents would probably encourage. Honestly, even the craziest Junkers would never even consider the thought.

But then again, his best mate was no ordinary crazy Junker and his little girl was no ordinary eight-year-old.

The sound of loud squeaking jolted him from his thoughts, although he was experienced enough not to flinch or react in a way that would show surprise or weakness as he turned to the MEKA, he was still annoyed to see it's eye inches from his face.

"Hello." It said.

Okay, no. He did not like this. He placed the barrel of his gun to it's eye.

"Back. Off." He growled.

The MEKA complied, the round body seeming to tilt, as if in curiosity as more squeaking filled the air, the robotic voice rang out not too long after, "Does Cheshire know about this child of yours, Roadhog?"

This fucking slagger

"She should." He fibbed, hoping he could manage to fool the pilot inside into thinking Cheshire knew about her own child. Last thing he needed was for Ches to find out about her own child existance from fucking Queenie of all people, "It's hers too."

The squeaks had shifted into shrill shrieks that made him wince, "WHAT?!" The robotic voice cried right into his ear.

Hog placed a hand on the MEKA and shoved it backwards, annoyed at the high-pitched sounds and yelling as he did his best to not rub at his now ringing ear. The fuck was with all that squeaking and shrieking? You'd think some sort of rodent was in that thing or something!

Hell, for all he knew, maybe there was.

"Th' fuck you doin' way out 'ere, anyways?" He finally asked, "Needed relationship advise or real foightin' skills?"

The MEKA was silent before the robotic voice replied, "Fuck off."

Hog let out a snort of amusement, it seemed as though he had struck a nerve.

Good.

And while he normally was one to keep Junkrat from hitting any nerve that could get him killed, it didn't mean he didn't enjoy watching the people he pissed off getting all riled up from time to time. Especially when the people they were riling was an asshole like this guy, he then started to chuckle.

"Irritation detected." The MEKA said, confirming his theory about striking a nerve.

He hadn't, however, considered the usual consequence that often followed when someone struck a nerve;

Violence.

He felt one of the metal claws yank on his holster, not that he even budged at the tug it gave, but the angry sounding squeaks and the robotic voice informed him that, "Be advised; laughing at Wrecking Ball is dangerous for one's health."

But before Hog could scoff and show him just how badly it would be for his health if he didn't let go of him, he heard a gasp.

"DADDY!" Molly cried, horrified. Her violet eyes wide with concern and her cowlicks straight up on her head, the shield Brigitte had given her for her birthday on her arm and a snarling Bob at her heels. The two in a bubble like shield that he recalled was something that came from Zarya's gun under a blue shield that was definitely made by Symmetra. Part of him was surprised that the old Knight and-slash-or his squire weren't there with their shields out to defend her, but still, three good shields are a wonderful amount of protection.

Rat and Hana were right behind her, also shielded by the blue hardlight, Hana holding up her phone as Rat held up the sword Hanzo had given to Molly for her birthday (it was sheathed, thank Christ, but he could tell that she probably grabbed those things to try to help fight the metal 'monster' but he really didn't want her taking that sword out until her teachers said she could move on from sticks to actual swords) and pointed it at Wrecking Ball, "See? Look at 'im. Foirst 'e says mean things ta me 'n yer Da'. Then 'e says bad things 'bout yer Mum. 'N now 'e's pickin' on yer Dadhog." He knelt down, an impish gleam in his amber eyes, "You gonna let 'im get away with tha'?"

Molly's expression went from worried and scared to angry and determined, her cowlicks looking like jagged lightning bolts on her head as she handed Rat something shiny, "Hold me bracelet, Rat." She said sternly before stomping towards the two of them.

"Go get 'um Molls!" Rat cheered with a laugh. Hana joining him as Bob followed her towards them, the look in his eyes telling Hog that 'we've got this, just enjoy the show.'

Hog was an emotional mix of horrified, angry (at Rat), surprised, excited and proud as his little girl scowled up at Wrecking Ball, "You leave mah Da' alone!" she shouted.

Okay, now he was just flat out proud and terrified about what was about to happen.

The MEKA let go of his hoslter and hovered above her, trying to scare her.

Not that it worked, she lived with plenty of people who were much bigger than her and a couple of bots, this bloke was a fucking drongo if he thought he was gonna intimidate her. Once the pilot of the MEKA realized that the little girl wasn't scared nor would she budge, he silently decided to test just how tough she was, slicing into Hog's arm, challenging her to, "Make me."

The cut wasn't deep or painful, but it did start to bleed immediately.

The horrified gasp that escaped his little girl's lips made him wince far more than the wound did, but he doubted she'd believe that as her face contorted into a furious snarl and let out a loud, angry cry as she held up her hands as if she was holding a ball and began pressing her fingers towards her palms.

The sound of metal being crushed and alarms blaring made him turn to Wrecking Ball, deep imprints in the sides of the MEKA and he would swear he saw what looked like fingerprints in the imprints.

But those fingerprints didn't stay for long as he heard the metal creak in protest as the imprints soon became massive dents in the metal, loud squeaking and the robotic voice crying out, "ERROR! ERROR! MASSIVE PRESSURE DETECTED! DANGER! DANGER!"

"Oh, I'll show you dangah!" Molly shouted as she began slowly moving her hands together, the MEKA suddenly being crushed into what he guessed was a tinier ball of metal, the squeaks frantic now as the robotic voice continued to call out about the error.

Hog should have been concerned. He should have told her to stop. He should have told her that he was fine, that she had nothing to worry about.

But all he could think was, 'Awwww, her first death threat!'

She then looked up at him, her cheeks pink and her cowlicks more wobbily than they were before, "'M doin' good, Da'?" She asked, her voice soft.

He smiled proudly at her before lowering himself closer to her level, "Yeah. But I also think tha' yer good now."

"But 'e-!" She began, obviously not satisfied with the amount of punishment after the stranger in the MEKA hurt her Dadhog just to spite her.

"Molly, I don' want you gettin' 'nother nose bleed." He said sternly.

"Jus' one more thing, then!" she pleaded, her violet eyes wide, "Please, Da'? Pleaaasee?"

… Christ, who the hell taught her how to beg better? He could already feel himself caving…

What had happened to him? He used to be able to say no without a single problem or giving a single fuck how it disappointed someone (usually Rat or Cheshire). But now, he was having a hard time telling a little girl, 'no you may not continue to torture a grown man inside a metal ball by crushing him…'

Ugh, they didn't put anything like this in those stupid parenting books he'd bought!

"Foine. Jus' one." He relented with a sigh.

He felt tiny arms attempt to wrap around his neck in a hug, and a squeal of, "Thank you, Daddy!"

… Daw, okay, so maybe he could say yes every now and then.

But only to her. If he ever said that word to Rat or Ches, he'd have such a fucking headache…

He looked up to see that Rat and Pipsqueak were no longer the only ones watching, but the entire base and their guests were too, the adults suddenly looking concerned and Symmetra began weaving something while Brigitte, Reinhardt, Zarya, and Orisa pulled out their shields and placed them in front of the group.

What the…

He paused and turned around to see his daughter beaming as she held her hands high up in the air, as if holding something. Then, with her mother's Cheshire grin on her face, she happily seemed to drop it.

He looked up and saw Wrecking Ball plummeting back down to Earth from however high Molly had held him before.

Note to self: Don't say yes to your daughter until you are clear what she has in mind. She is just as bad as her mother and Junkrat. Don't let the adorable wide-eyed pleading work on you!

"Shite!" he cried as he scooped Molly and Bob into his arms and dashed for the others, Symmetra seeming to hold something back for a moment until he crossed the threshold and made it to the group before she flung out a massive shield and they all felt the rumble of the impact beneath their feet. The group struggled to stay upright and to keep the little ones safe from harm, everyone holding each other in odd fashions to keep each other upright.

"Perfect timin' as always." Rat cooed at his secret girlfriend as he kept her steady with his flesh hand on her hip, Symmetra seeming to calm down from the shock and even puffing up a bit at the praise as she smiled back at him.

He half expected Molly to pop up from his arms and cry out, "Again!" like she often did whenever she would watch Rat test his explosives, but instead she barely popped her head out and stared at the other children, petrified, her face pale and her cowlicks now wiggly and flat on her head.

It took a moment for Hog to understand why she looked so frightened;

Because she just revealed her strange and scary powers to children she didn't really know and who came all this way to meet her to hopefully become her friends.

She buried her face into his arm, trembling, fearful of the incoming rejection that she believed would soon be flying her way.

"THAT WAS WICKED!" The smallest boy in the group cried out excitedly.

Molly poked her head out of his arm, confused.

He took that as his cue to gently place his daughter down on the ground along with her puppy, the younger children immediately swarming her and blurting out everything that seemed to come to their minds, Molly looking more than just a little overwhelmed by it all.

Rat poked at him and held out Molly's bracelet to him, the small trinket hanging off a long finger.

Ah, that would explain some of it. He held out his hand and nodded, his pal taking that as his cue to let the bracelet slip off his finger and into his palm before hopping backwards to avoid accidently tripping over any of the little ones surrounding his best mate's feet.

"Molly." He called, holding her present out to her and watched her look at it, relieved.

"Thanks, Da'." She said softly as he gently dropped it into her tiny hands and she put it back on, seeming to feel a little bit better after she did that.

"Hey, what's your dog doin'?" A little girl asked as she pointed back towards the smoking wreckage of Wrecking Ball.

The rest of them looked over to see Bob facing away from them, growling at something they couldn't see, a hush falling over them and allowing them to hear…

Squeaking?

"Bob?" Molly called as the others parted away enough for her to have a path to reach her pup. "Whatcha got there?" the girl asked as she bent over, curious, before her expression shifted into one of shock. She looked from the wreckage to the thing Bob had, then back, looking to her pup for guidance. After Bob gave her a nod, Hog could see her lower lip begin to wobble.

Uh oh…

Time for Daddy to intervene.

But before he had taken two steps, she wailed, "MY FIRST DEATH THREAT WAS TO A BLOODY HAMSTER!"

"What?" he managed along with the others as they all ran over to get a better look, and low and behold, Bob had a fairly fat hamster pinned under one paw, the damn thing squeaking like mad before Bob put more pressure on it and growled, silencing it. Molly leapt into Hog's arms and started to cry, upset that her first death threat, which was supposed to be against the Feared Champion MEKA Fighter of Junkertown, was actually against a hamster.

"Huh…" Rat said as Hog stroked his daughter's back and tried to do some damage control, "Guess us callin' 'im Queenie's pet wasn't too far off th' mark…"