There was a definitive stillness to the countryside that Pilar loved; she could see the Spanish plains for as far as the eye could see, and the freshness of the air soothed her anxious self as she traveled with two world-renowned criminals. Even the roar of the motorcycle could not take away the stillness of her home, and in the center of the plain around them was a ranch-like home, a single story house accompanied by a barn of sorts, where the bulls she helped rehabilitate lived.

She stood at the beginning of their makeshift procession; Trueno hovered to her right, omnic vision scanning the area around for any sort of life, though all his scanners read were the dozing bulls in their barn. Behind them was the motorcycle with Junkrat and Roadhog, the former tucked into the sidecar, dozing as the latter came to a halt. Whether this was a good idea or not, Pilar had to chance it; there was really no place for them to go at the moment, and the more she thought about it, the more she was certain that no one would show up here...after all, her mother was in Pamplona for the week, at a summit for animal cruelty, to talk to those in charge of the famous Running of the Bulls. While they were steadily getting somewhere with bullfighting and the use of programmed omnics rather than live creatures, the Running of the Bulls had yet to succumb.

"C'mon," she called, and Roadhog gave a gruff grunt of affirmation, revving up the engine as she climbed atop Trueno again, leading them toward her home. "And just...keep the bike away from the bulls..."

The house was empty, as she had anticipated. All signs of life had left when her mother did, and after a quick check of the bulls in the back, making sure they had food for the week, Pilar finally allowed herself to collapse on the couch of their living area, watching carefully as the junkers seemed to poke and prod at the belongings around the area.

Her home was not much, but it was a decent size and comfy, and it would make due for the three of them to stay for a few days to recuperate before heading out again. Though where, Pilar was not sure, but watching as Junkrat fiddled with a small remote, nearly jumping out of his socks when suddenly a sound system seemed to explode around them, she couldn't help but to chuckle sleepily in amusement. He quickly set it down and stepped back, rather to explore the kitchen area, where there was a supply of food left for Pilar, had she decided to return while Maria was out.

"Livin' it up like royalty, eh?" came his voice as his head poked from around the corner, an impressed expression on his face. "Geez, if we'da known you were rich, we woulda come stay here with you."

"Please," Pilar mumbled, wrapping herself around a pillow, watching him steadily with dark eyes. "The only reason we have any of this is because we worked to get it. You don't just rehabilitated bulls and fight for them to live in shambles. I owe it all to my mom."

"Roight, princesa," he replied with a cackle before removing himself from the kitchen, a bag of snacks in his hand. Pilar hardly cared that he had taken them; after all, they were both starved. "Speakin' of, yer Highness, ya dropped somethin' tryin' t' get away from me an' Hog, eh." From the pack on his hip, her procured a small, silver tiara, inlaid with rubies, and Pilar's eyes widened in surprise when he set it atop her head. "I said it fit ya, an' ya just leave it there. Tsk tsk." He plopped heavily on the couch beside her-Pilar moving her feet out of the way just in time-and rested his foot on the coffee table, crossing his pegleg over it, before slouching himself comfortably in the seat. The crinkle of plastic let Pilar know that he had opened the bag, and as he began shoveling food into his mouth, her dark eyes found his face, eyeing him steadily.

"Hey...let me see that bag."

"Git yer own, Caterpillar."

"It's mine."

Junkrat eyed her smugly, keeping the bag well out of her reach. "Try an' take it from me, then."

Eyes flashing dangerously, she tossed her pillow aside, lifting herself from her laying position to dart across the couch and over him to get to her goal. However, he was prepared for her, and was able to catch her before she'd made much progress, arm wrapped tightly around her waist as her arms stretched out to reach for the back. However, his long, spindly appendages did well to keep it out of her reach, and Pilar, realizing this, squirmed in his grip, forcing his arm to let her go, though to no avail.

"Ya know, if ya weren't so damn short, ya might be able t' get it." Her eyes flashed to him, and his crooked grin only grew wider as he quirked his brows, lifting his arm over his head, as though teasing her to try and get away from him.

Stomach rumbling hungrily, she took his words as a challenge, and her mech arm gripped onto his, pushing against it with all her might as she got her legs beneath her, pushing herself up.

Fingers barely brushing against the bag, Junkrat, too, had sprung up, making it even more impossible for her to get the snacks she wanted. Sure, she had more of an advantage now, as she stood on the couch and he on the floor, but his laughter filling her ears and his arm keeping her at bay had her growing more frustrated by the second. For a moment, Pilar acted as though she gave up, sighing heavily with her hands on her hips, and the moment he thought he believed he might have won, she sprung on him, hanging onto him tightly with her legs as her arms had her clambering upward toward the bag of snacks.

"Oi!" Though he seemed to lose his footing momentarily as a whole other person suddenly clambered onto him, it took only a second for Junkrat to realize what was going on, and that Pilar got further to her goal. True, he was thrown off by her jumping on him, but at the same time, he couldn't help but to laugh out wildly as she growled. However, it was only a matter of time before he lost his balance as well, his mismatched legs thrown off by the extra weight, and he could feel himself tottering backward.

It wasn't until Pilar felt her hand wrap around the snack bag that she realized what was happening. Suddenly, the stability beneath her faltered, and she felt them both falling-she forward and Junkrat backward-onto the couch beneath them. She grunted, feeling the crisps crumble in the bag within her fist, and her hair flew in her face, obscuring her vision. Groaning as she re-positioned herself, her rear was rather sore as she had landed on part of his mech leg. Still, she was successful in her endeavors, and pleased as she was to have her crisps, it was short lived when a hand, larger than hers, wrapped around both hers and the bag.

"Clever, but ya know ya shoulda gotten away before ya got cocky."

Her eyes snapped to his, her hand firmly within his as she tried to tug away, but his grip was tight and unrelenting. Her brows knitted together in frustration, and as she watched the smug expression on his face, she could feel an obvious burning on her cheeks and ears. It was as though he wasn't even trying; the way he lounged lazily on the seat became very obvious to Pilar, and the wicked grin that spread across his lips had the blush on her face growing darker as she continued to hold on tight.

"Let go," she growled.

"Why don't ya make me, Caterpillar?"

Her jaw clenched; it was a challenge, that much was obvious, but how far the challenge would go, she could not say. Still, her features were scrunched in what she could only say was embarrassment, which could only make him chuckle in delight.

However, her savior came in the form of a loud clearing of someone's throat, and Junkrat, who had previously been fixed on her, glanced over Pilar's shoulder, his features changing immediately from smug to embarrassed. Without a second thought, he'd pushed her off his lap with a grunt, and Pilar squeaked as she hit the pillows, the crisps still in hand, as her dark eyes found the source of Junkrat's embarrassment.

Roadhog had returned, very much naked with several towels tied together, wrapped around his very large waist. One hand was at his hair, towel drying the white strands, the other resting on his hip as he gazed at the pair through the lenses of the mask he wore. Odd, Pilar thought, that he'd continue to wear the mask, but perhaps there was a deeper reasoning than he let on.

"R-Roadie! Put some clothes on, mate! You're in front of a lady!"

Both Pilar and Roadhog cast their gazes on Junkrat, who seemed to twitch incessantly as his eyes traveled between the both of them. Pilar was unperturbed by Roadhog's state, and Roadhog didn't seem to care that he was essentially naked in the middle of Pilar's living room. Junkrat, however, was far from calm as the two gazed upon him and he slowly backed out of the room, back into the kitchen.

Shifting her gaze to Roadhog, she shrugged nonchalantly, waving a hand as she stood, the crushed crisps still in her hand.

"Eh...make yourself at home, I guess. I'm going to go shower."