Tempted, she was to lob a pillow across the room at his face.
Pilar sat at the corner desk, fiddling with the controls of the computer system, her brows furrowing in frustration as it didn't seem to want to cooperate. Junkrat laid sprawled along the couch, the only seat that would fit his tall, lanky stature, mouth hanging unattractively open as he snored with each breath he took. Pilar could have sworn he was shaking the entire building, but that might have been a bit of an exaggeration. Regardless, it made it rather difficult to concentrate as she worked at the computer.
There! The monitor finally flashed on, the light blinding her for a moment. Though she could see the sun rising outside the high windows, the room was still relatively dark as Junkrat slumbered on, and Pilar blinked as her nose wrinkled, rubbing her eyes.There. It seemed as though it still worked relatively well, and soon enough, she was pushing her way through the barriers and blocks that would have protected the files within from malicious eyes. Still, while Pilar was not in the most favorable of company nowadays, she was still the daughter of a former Overwatch agent. Well…maybe former no longer. She knew her mother was headed to Watchpoint Gibraltar–what had happened there, she could not say–but being her daughter did have its perks, she thought as she was presented with a login page. She had her mother's information memorized; she could only hope it would work.
A moment of silence was just enough to cause Pilar's heart to race. She was certain there might be some safety precautions in place if entering an invalid login, and watching the circular motion as the computer warmed up had her tapping her fingers anxiously upon the table. Her eyes were fixed, almost painfully so, as the bright light illuminated her face in an unnatural glow, and Pilar bit her lip, as though willing the computer to comply.
A loud sound, grating and obnoxious, caused Pilar to jump in her seat, nearly tipping her chair over backward. From behind her, she could hear a startled yelp, and a grunt of frustration as he attempted to untangle his limbs from the blanket Pilar had thrown over him earlier. With a loud thud, Junkrat had fallen to the ground, and after a moment of silence a defeated sigh escaped his lips while he pulled the blanket from his face, wild eyes fixing on the back of Pilar's head.
"Oi, wot was that?!"
She had not listened to him, finding herself drawn back to the monitor, the contents of the computer's drive laid before her to take in. She doubted there was much that she didn't already know, but as she clicked about, opening folders to reveal their secrets, she could hear Junkrat getting to his mismatched feet, shuffling to hover behind the diminutive Spaniard, his eyes wide as he watched her work.
"This is…Overwatch," she murmured, clicking open a file that contained the information of each member of the old organization. The mouse hovered over the portrait of a young woman, the splitting image of Pilar, herself, before opening the document within "My mother was a member, originally, and I was going to join her, when I was old enough." She paused, snorting in amusement as she glanced over her shoulder. "Look where that got me."
She wasn't regretful, of course; Pilar found the Junkers' company enjoyable, if not a little bit strained due in part to their distaste of Trueno, but they'd always managed to work something out between the four of them. Still, as Junkrat seemed to drape himself over her shoulders–he did not really understand the concept of personal space–her lips curved into a slight smirk as she read down her mother's profile, finding another link that lead directly to her.
Overwatch, or what was left of it after its dismantle, seemed to be keeping close tabs on all their former members, family members included. Clicking the link, it took her to her own profile, headed at the top with a picture of her mother, Maria, her arm wrapped around a young girl, no older than 12, and a man, tall and brooding. Her father.
She didn't linger long, rather, she closed from the page, her father's picture bringing a deep-set feeling of betrayal. It hadn't been easy, knowing he'd fallen to the enemy, but Pilar couldn't think on it any longer. There were other matters to attend to.
Back on the home screen, she saw a file in the upper right-hand corner of the monitor, the shortcut looking like some sort of a warning issued to the computer. Clicking it, she heard the computer groan, as though working harder than it had in ages; how long had this computer been out of commission that the simplest of actions caused it to cry out in protest? Still, as the file finally opened, a letter was laid out before their eyes, addressed from Watchpoint Gibraltar, where her mother headed as she read.
"Wot's it say?" Junkrat asked, watching her rather than trying to read it himself. He noted her concerned expression and slight pout to her lips, before her shoulders fell, a sigh escaping her.
"It looks like there was a security breach at Gibraltar," she answered, glancing at him. "Nothing of importance was taken, but Talon was behind the attacks." Pushing herself up from the seat, Pilar accidentally rammed her shoulder into Junkrat's chin, causing him to grunt in pain, stumbling backwards, as though taken off guard by her action. Mentally smacking herself–she was really good at accidentally harming him–she was able to steady him as he found his footing, and before he could say a word, her hand was on his chin, checking the damage she had done with her carelessness.
"It looks a bit red, but I think you'll be fine," she said, patting his face lightly after releasing his chin. Though the news was good, the disgruntled look on his face had Pilar curious, and after a moment, he lobbed his tongue out of his mouth, and she noticed an unmistakable cut in it.
"Ah fink Ah bit it," he stated matter-of-factly, a stupid, lopsided grin lifting his features. Pilar made a noise of derision, rolling her eyes as she shoved passed him, throwing herself back on the couch, activating the vocal receiver on her arm–the very one that would connect her to Trueno, if his, too, was on. Curling up at one end of the couch, she could not hear anything from the other end of the line. It was disheartening, to say the least, and it seemed that it bothered her more than it would have, prior to getting into the old Overwatch computer. Her father's image was seared into her mind….why could she not just forget?
"Put that thing back in your mouth," she growled when he followed her, taking up the rest of the couch with his lanky body, plopping his head happily into her lap. Raising a brow, her eyes flickered to the man on her, and she let out a sigh as he did not relent. Continuing to stick his tongue out at her, she grew frustrated, going so far as to do it herself as her hand shot forward, but he had caught it easily with him, his metallic hand wrapping around her wrist, keeping it in a firm grip.
She pulled back, yet his grip did not loosen, causing her to grow more frustrated by the moment. Lip curling, she growled as she attempted to break free, wriggling out from beneath his head, all negative thoughts of her father suddenly rushing from her mind. Was he egging her on? He, too had switched positions, rolling onto his stomach when Pilar had gotten loose from beneath him, and she braced herself on the edge of the couch, sitting on the armrest as her feet dug into the cushions to keep herself from falling forward.
"We could play at this all day, sheila," he chuckled, quirking a brow, and yet, Pilar was still struggling against him, refusing to let him win this one. Of course, she was quite a bit smaller than him, and though lanky himself, lifting that riptire onto his back constantly still left him quite a bit stronger than her, but Pilar refused to give up.
With a mighty heavy, she pulled back against his hold, nearly tipping herself over the couch's edge. Waving an arm to remain balanced, a slight tug on her captured arm had her fallingforward, and with a small squeak, she was face-first into the cushions, her hair falling over her head in a heap, covering the blush that had erupted across her features.
"So, are ya gonna tell me why ya looked so sad when ya opened up yer file, Caterpillar? Or am I gonna have t' find out fer meself?"
Brushing her hair out of her eyes, she shifted so that she could look at him, though continued to remain laying on her stomach on the couch. "It's nothing," she assured, eyes narrowing. "Just family issues; it's not important."
"Me arse, it's 'not important,'" he replied with a roll of his eyes. He'd finally released her hand, taking a moment to lift her by her underarms and settle her into a sitting position. Not even a moment later, he had sprawled dramatically over her lap, again, and was poking at her chin as she swatted at his hand. "Ya don' jus' look at a guy an' look like yer about to cry, ya know."
"It's nothing," she insisted, poking his chin in return. "Nothing that's important right now. Besides, we need to get back in touch with Trueno and Roadhog, don't we? Being separated isn't exactly the best way to go about this, is it? We need to keep moving, before someone finds us."
Clearly disgruntled by her obvious dodging, Junkrat sighed, shifting so that his arm might rest under his head, watching her carefully. Her features still twitched in what he could only see as sadness, and yet the stubbornness in her voice and posture told him that she would not completely divulge yet. But he'd get it out of her. Still, as his hand came to twirl in her chocolaty locks, his mech leg crossed over the knee of his good leg, the end of the peg twitching as he wiggled it in thought.
"Ya, yer roight," he sighed, twirling a lock of her hair around his index finger. "I'm sure Roadie's worried sick 'bout me, eh? Poor guy's not been without me since I hired him!"
Pilar snorted, not realizing that her own hand had come to stroke his frazzled, sandy locks. It was dry, damaged, and there were more bald patches than he'd probably care to admit, but still, her fingers gently worked out some of the tangles within them. Pilar hadn't even noticed that his eyes had lazily closed at her touch, eyes focused on the strands of his hair which had fallen out, whether from damage or radiation poisoning, she couldn't say. But when her eyes flickered back to him, her blush had returned, seeing him, peaceful, for even a second.
Looking away, she cleared her throat, though Pilar couldn't help but to allow her gaze to travel back to him. She was so good at denying herself, so good at pushing away the butterflies that liked to pester her at the most inopportune of times, and she could find herself falling deeper and deeper into the hole she had accidentally dug herself into. It was moments likethis that really tugged at her heartstrings, and she could berate herself night and day, but that didn't make the feelings that continued to blossom within her any closer to going away. The opposite happened, really; the more she pushed, the stronger they became. She was stupid.
"Why'd ya decide t' come with us, eh?" he suddenly asked, eyes still closed, but a grin spreading quickly over his features. "Ya had it made, ya could've walked away, ya know."
She bit her lip at the unexpected question, and her free hand has somehow become wrapped around his arm in the time they'd sat there. Pulling away would have been too obvious, and yet, if the rosiness on her features didn't give her away, nothing else could. Why did she stay? They were murderers, bad men who killed for treasure and riches and as much ice cream as they could get their hands on. She should have hated them, and for a bit in the beginning, she thought she had. But here she was, hiding out in an abandoned Overwatch office, Junkrat nestled happily in her lap, her hand still entangled in what hair he had left. She had seen a side of them that she doubted anyone else had; she'd come to grow fond of them….dare she say she cared…?
"Because I like you," she answered after a moment, her voice soft, though not a second later, her eyes widened as she realized how it might have sounded to him. "Ah, I mean. You and Roadhog. I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't this. It was never this." Looking back down it Junkrat, she was surprised to find a smug grin spread wide across his face as his yellow eyes met hers.
"But ya loike it, don't ya?"
Her fingers drummed against his arm in thought, unable to hide the grin that had lifted her lips. "It took some getting used to, but…I do."
He giggled, eyes glinting as he quirked his brows again, wiggling against her like a happy puppy. "Good, good," he finally said, curling tighter against her. "'Cause I loike ya too, Caterpillar."
She glanced away, feeling the heat continue to rise in her face, and Pilar bit her lip, not knowing how to take his response. Her stomach did a flip, if that told her anything, and her heartbeat raced, and yet, as she watched him as calmly as she could, she thought that she was right where she needed to be…
That is, until there was a heavy banging on the door that kept the safely hidden from the outside.