Her head ached.

There was a dull buzz about her, but even as she kept her eyes closed, she could not focus on just one thing. All she heard came as a jumbled glob of noise, and as Pilar slowly came to consciousness, her throat was sore, her legs ached, and there was a noticeable pain on the side of her face.

Her eyes cracked open, and it took several blinks to clear her blurry vision. She was laying on a cot; wherever she was, it looked like an abandoned hostel, and the mattress where she lay was lumpy, the springs poking out in several areas, making it a less than comfortable surface to lay on. Slowly, she lifted herself into a sitting position, vaguely aware of a thin, ash-smelling blanket sliding from her shoulders to her lap.

"Trueno? Dónde estás?" Her head turned as she studied her surroundings; the room was small, with a single, open door as the only entrance to it, and as she touched her face, she could feel makeshift tape over a gash on her cheekbone. How could have she forgotten?! The warehouse, the shadowy figures...the Junkers! Slowly, her memories flooded to the front of her mind, and she was up and out of her cot, noticing that her feet were bare, yet crossing the threshold without a second thought.

The hallway outside her door led only one way, and there were no other rooms aside from the one she had just left. Her eyes narrowed, watching as she saw light at the end of the hall; it seemed as though it opened up into a larger room, like a living room of sorts, and she could hear a hushed, yet excitable voice, carrying from the other side.

Quietly, her hand resting on the right wall, she tiptoed down the hall, her mind spinning. Why she was safe-or so she thought-in that particular room was beyond her, and any plans of escape seemed to be out of the question for the time being. The tiled floor was cool beneath her feet, and they barely made a sound as she stepped onward. The voices grew louder, one in particular, and as his words seemed speed up in delight, a heavy thud sounded, followed by a hiss of pain.

Her brows furrowed at the sound, and as she approached the doorway, she had to pause, taking a deep breath. This could have very well meant life or death for her, and with Trueno nowhere to be seen, her chances for escape were rather slim. Still, if she did not try, then there was no hope.

She stepped into the room, eyes immediately scanning for those who has brought her there. As she expected, Junkrat and Roadhog sat a ways away, their backs to her, pouring over what looked like a map of some sort on the ground, most likely the one she had tried to steal before. On the opposite side of the room, Relampago rested against the wall, along with the three banderillas which normally were stored safely in her arm. To her relief, Trueno was in the corner, all in one piece-though rather banged up-deactivated at the moment, so far as she could tell. Good, he would be safer that way. Next to him were her shoes, slippers that resembled those of a torero, and her socks, looking rather worse for wear. Odd.

She took a step, praying that she could escape unnoticed. As her feet padded silently across the floor, keeping to the darkness of the room, she was beginning to believe there might have been a chance, but that hope was soon diminished as she tripped over what appeared to be a tire. And of course, they had noticed.

"Oi!"

Though she was up on her feet again, bounding toward Relampago and Trueno, Pilar felt dread settle on her shoulders as they too rose, and Junkrat tore after her as fast as his pegleg would carry him. So close, she was, she could almost taste it, and raising her arm, she began to trigger the magnetic pull in her palm, watching the polearm begin to wiggle in her direction. If she could only reach...

Unluckily for her, Junkrat's limbs were longer, and though she skidded to a halt before reaching the wall, hoping to trip him as he drew nearer, her idea did not exactly go as planned. Realizing she had stopped, his face twisted into a dark grin, and he sped up, sliding right into her, and against the wall. Managing to grab the weapon before her, he held it up above both their heads, cackling as she tried as hard as she could to reach it. Even on her toes, her head barely came up to his shoulder, and there was no way she'd be able to grab Relampago out of his hand.

"Oi, Roadie, catch!" Tossing the spear to his cohort, who hadn't budged from his position, Roadhog easily caught Relampago, holding it tightly within his meaty fist. Junkrat, who continued to tower over the Spaniard, turned his attention back to her, smug grin plastered across his thin face. Pilar's lip curled as she watched, eyes darting about, until he force himself into her view, the tip of his nose merely inches away from hers.

"Don't think yer gettin' away from us so easily, sheila," he mused, quirking his brows at her angered expression. "You owe me, ya know?"

"Mierda," she spat, poking her finger roughly in the center of his chest. "I don't owe you anything, cabrón." Try as she may to be intimidating, her diminutive stature in comparison to him made it quite difficult, and the fact that she was at the mercy of the junkers made it more so. Still, she did not back down, and she continued to dig her nail into him, growling angrily.

Scoffing in mock indignation, it took all Junkrat had not to cackle in her face, and he sighed dramatically, resting the back of his mech hand on his brow, as though deeply wounded by her words.

"Ya hearin' this, Roadie? She thinks she's gonna get out of here without payin' us back! Cute, eh?" Roadhog did not respond. Rather, he let Relampago fall to the floor, and he approached slowly, grunting as though he laughed behind his unnerving mask. For the first time since waking, fear flickered across her features; she was small, unarmed, and still aching from what had happened earlier. Taking on two men, both armed, both bigger than her, would be quite the feat.

"Ya got hit with a poison bomb, chica," he continued, emphasis on the word of her native tongue. "Whoever the fuck was after ya really has it in for ya. So naturally, we couldn't let 'em have ya." Confusion crossed her features, and Pilar frowned deeply, her hands coming to rest on her hips.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she responded, nose wrinkling. "I was there on my own."

"I got that," Junkrat said, in the same sassy tone that Pilar had just given him, poking her forehead with his index finger. "Ya gotta be an idiot t' work with someone tryin' t' kill ya, eh?"

Pilar rolled her eyes, swatting away his hand as she slipped out from under him, edging herself toward the corner where Trueno's body lay, inactive. "I told you," she said. "And yet, you're trying to get me to help you when you did exactly that!"

"Ha!" Her temper flared when he laughed at her, and her fist clenched at her side, eyes flashing dangerously.

"Ya need t' get out more often, girlie girl," he laughed, shaking his head when he turned his back. "Ya've got skills, an' we admire that. Ya got into that warehouse unseen, an we had...eyes 'round the place. Ya could come in handy!"

Now it was Pilar's turn to scoff. Her arms folded across her chest, and she leaned her weight on one leg, rolling her eyes. "As if I would help you two cause more destruction. I've seen what you've done."

He shrugged nonchalantly, crooked grin still plastered on his lips. "It doesn't look like ya've got much of a choice, girlie," he replied with a nod. "Those, eh, assassins, are still out there, lookin' fer ya. And we got ya away from them. Only makes sense that ya return the favor."

Pilar sighed, averting her gaze for a moment in thought. He did have a point, and as much as Pilar hated to admit it to herself, she was indebted to them for getting her out of there, alive and unharmed. Though she was certain it was only for their own gain that she was even there, and that they even helped her in the first place, she could not let herself be indebted to them, no matter what the situation. She was too proud for that.

Chewing on her tongue, she finally relented, her shoulders slouching as she heaved a heavy sigh. "Fine," she growled, eyes flashing between them both. "Pero, dios, do not make me regret this...though it's already too late for that."

Junkrat clapped his hands together, clearly pleased, his eyes flashing in glee as he eyed Pilar, who had turned away, kneeling next to Trueno, her hand running along the length of the bull's snout. "Excellent then, eh? You, me, an' ol' Hog over there, messin' shit up an' havin' a great time. What d'ya think of that-uh, what's the phrase? Compañera?"

He bounded next to her, nudging her ribs with his elbow excitedly, and she only rolled her eyes, casting a glare in his direction.

"It's Pilar. Just call me Pilar."

"Pillar? Weird name, if ya ask me. Pillar, piiiii-llaaaaaar. Cat-er-pil-lar."

"...joder...Pilar!" The more time she spent with him, the more she regretted her decision. She glanced at both Junkrat and Roadhog, an expression of utter defeat on her face when her eyes met the former's again. "Do you want me to help you or not? Because I have half a mind to leave your asses the first chance I get."

"I don't think ya will, Caterpillar," he laughed, slinging his arm around her shoulders. "I couldn't imagine ya ever wantin' t' leave me! And ol' Roadie! How could ya leave a handsome fella like him? We're a dream come true!"

Pilar groaned, shrugging away from him, scooting closer to Trueno's body, preparing herself to fix it. "Whatever," she mumbled, messing with the controls on his left flank. "Just get me what I need to fix my friend."