The world could have been ending around Pilar, and yet, there was no way she would have noticed, so focused on Trueno she was. He had apologized, not something she had expected from the bull, as Sombra had managed to hack into his programming, turning him against the very person he fought to protect. Pilar could feel tears prickle at the corners of her eyes, not because she was surrounded, but that her companion, her friend, would either kill her, or be put down. There was no way she could know how to undo Sombra's hack without destroying Trueno, and the Spaniard did not want to think about what was to come.

He inched closer slowly, both of them unaware as to the frags falling from the sky, taking out an Talon agent here and there, and Pilar's eyes narrowed as he lowered his head, the lighting that coalesced at the tips of both of his horns met in the middle. She could feel the static in the air; it raised the hairs on her left arm, and she could see faint sparks against the metal of her right at his power grew stronger. Pilar did not know what she could do; the only weapon she had was Relampago, and it hardly damaged his thick armor, no matter how hard she would try.

I guess this is it….

A warcry-like yell tore from her lips, preparing herself for attack, swinging Relampago over her head in a mighty sweep. Trueno reared his head, front legs lifting off the ground as he kicked up, and Pilar knew what was to come. She knew his attacks, and fearful as she was, she would not back down from this fight…

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

She froze, hearing the voice from above, and her eyes widened in hopeful surprised when she suddenly saw a tire fly from the top of the building, a tire she would recognize anywhere. Trueno, too, hear the cry, and distracted, his front hooves hit the ground, turning his head to the skies. Pilar took the opportunity to dive out of the way; there were several dumpsters to her right, and while she would not be fully protected from the oncoming explosion, it would shield her enough to avoid the debris that might fly her way. Still, even as she heard the motor in the tire roar, covering her ears quickly to keep them from damage, her heart raced for Trueno's sake. Junkrat's explosives had proven effective against the omnic's armor, and she knew there was no way he would survive this impact. Her eyes squeezed shut, pulling her knees to her chest as she covered her face, counting silently to herself, waiting with bated breath.

3….2….1….KABOOM

The explosion rattled the alleyway, and as Pilar dared to peek in front of her, she saw parts–both omnic and human–flying thru the air, crashing against anything that might come in their path. Dust filled the air around her, and coughing, she waved her hand about her, clearing the air around her as she struggled to her feet. There was a heap, where Trueno just stood, and Pilar launched herself at the pile of mangled corpses and robots, her jaw clenched tightly together as she recognized her friend in the pile of wreckage.

Relampago was tossed to the side when she fell to her knees, sliding the rest of the way to where Trueno's head lay. It was still attached to his body, by barely a few wires, and the lights of his eyes, suddenly a light blue, flickered as Pilar took him into her arms. Tears, which had welled up in her eyes earlier, now spilled down her cheeks as she clutched him to her chest, her shoulders shaking, choking back a sob. She had never wanted this; Trueno was her nearest and dearest friend, her protector and companion. And now, because of several stupid mistakes, he lay in pieces on the ground, his circuits threatening to deactivate completely if she could not get him fixed.

"…Pιlαr…"

His voice was weak; it was odd, hearing it from an omnic's vocal processes. He was a robot, after all, and yet he had all the emotion in his voice of a human in the same situation. While his face was a perfect mask, she could sense the agony within him, perhaps not physical, but it was still there. Her arms clutching tightly around him, her rested her brow on his, between his horns, a sob falling from her lips.

"Do ɴoт deѕpαιr, Pιlαr," he said. "I wιll вe ғιɴe. I cαɴ вe ғιхed."

She could not bring herself to look at him. "It's my fault, Trueno. I should have never–"

"Hυѕн, тoɴтα. Yoυ woυld ɴoт нαve вeeɴ нαppy, ѕтαyιɴɢ вeнιɴd." He paused, his eyes flickering, his power threatening to shut down soon. It must have taken what was left of him to continue speaking, if only to comfort Pilar as she placed the blame on herself. Still, she refused to believe him, instead, searching for any way to repair him enough to get him moving again.

Searching through the piles of scrapped bots and corpses, there was little to be used to fix Trueno, and the bull's whip-like tail flipped about, trying to regain her attention as she struggled to help him.

"Pιlαr," he continued, with more force. It brought him back to his attention. "тнere ιѕɴ'т мυcн тιмe. Reɢαrdleѕѕ oғ wнαт мαy нαppeɴ, тнeιr plαɴѕ αre тo тαĸe мe. I ѕтιll ѕee ιɴтo тнeιr ɴeтworĸ; yoυr ғαтнer ιѕ oɴ нιѕ wαy вαcĸ; Tнey wιll мαĸe мe тнeιr weαpoɴ, αɴd тнere'ѕ ɴoтнιɴɢ yoυ wιll вe αвle тo do." He paused, nudging her mech arm weakly with his snout. "I wιll тrαɴѕғer wнαт ιɴғorмαтιoɴ I cαɴ ιɴтo yoυr αrм–ɢo тo Gιвrαlтαr, ɢιve тнe ιɴғorмαтιoɴ тo Mαrια. Iт мαy нelp ιɴ тнeιr вαттle αɢαιɴѕт Tαloɴ."

Pilar's brow knitted together, but she did as he instructed, resting her hand on the receptors on his brow. His eyes turned a bright green as he passed on the delicate information to Pilar, and her face was lit in an eerie glow as the light from Trueno splashed her face. It took no time at all–as soon as he had began, the transfer was completed, and drawing her hand away, it knotted into a fist, resting it against her chest.

"Now, ɢo. Rυɴ. Fιɴd тнeм, ѕтαy wιтн тнeм. Tнey wιll proтecт yoυ wнιle I cαɴ'т."

"Trueno, I'm not leaving you. I can't return to Overwatch; they'll lock me up, keep me away, after all I've done. There's no way I can go to them, now." Her features were hard, a stubborn expression fixed on her face as she watched him tearfully, and after a moment, the bull chuckled, causing her expression to change to surprise almost instantly.

"Heн, ɴoт Overwαтcн, yoυ ѕιlly ɢιrl. Jυɴĸrαт αɴd Roαdнoɢ."

He'd never accepted them, and they'd never accepted him, and yet as Pilar held his head in her lap, Trueno was giving his blessing, so to speak. He was laying his trust in the two men wholoathed his existence to watch out for her, even if she could take care of herself.

"Trueno…"

Before she could say another word, she heard something fall from the building above, and whirling around, reaching for Relampago, struggling to bound to her feet in defense. However, rather than an enemy, the tall, lanky form of Junkrat fell with a heavy thud, and as Pilar's gaze flashed upward, wondering how the hell he'd managed to get to her with a broken limb, she saw Roadhog's good shoot back up to the man, still standing at the corner of the building.

However, Junkrat nearly lost his footing, stumbling forward, and Pilar lurched toward him, reaching out to keep him upright, rather than allow him to fall. In the chaos, it took a moment for Pilar to register his body language; the moment her hands met his chest, she could feel him vibrating, and when her dark eyes flashed up to his, she could see the blazing inferno of hatred devouring all thoughts he might have had. She was unsure as to what it was that he had actually seen, and as her aching muscles suddenly reminded her that she'd been shocked, she worried that he might have seen Sombra's nasty tactics used on her. Still, there was not a thought in her mind when the chaos subsided, and her arms were suddenly wrapped around him, squeezing tightly as her face buried into his chest.

His reaction was instant; the shaking had stopped altogether, and his body stiffened. Physical affection was far from what he had expected, but the moment Junkrat realized she was not trying to harm him, he too, had wrapped his arms around her, but rather than a tender reunion, he'd lifted her into the air–not too difficult, considering her size–and spun her around, before dropping her gently where she had stood. He hadn't let go, however, completely relieved that she was alright, and Pilar, too, refused to release him the moment he appeared to her.

After a few moments, they finally broke apart, and he hunched to better see her face, noticing that she seemed relatively unharmed. Odd, considering he'd just blown up half an alleyway earlier, but he hardly had time to think on it.

"Ya alright, Caterpillar?"

Pilar nodded wildly, noticing a slight burning odor coming from his head, and taking a moment to lick her fingers, she put out the smoldering lock of hair before fixing her gaze on his again.

"Yeah…I'm fine," she admitted, though it was more of a lie than anything else. A lie that was easily seen through as Junkrat's expression fell flat and disbelieving. Yet, she was thankful when he did not question her, and her shoulders sank, knowing that she'd be out of the situation soon enough.

Junkrat, however, did not seem satisfied, and he placed his hand on her face, lifting it to better look at it. He couldn't get over the fact that she didn't have a single scrape, while her shoulders and neck were covered in cuts and pricks from the explosion earlier. Lips pursed, his nose wrinkled, and Pilar, who had been avoiding his gaze up until then, allowed her eyes to fix on his, her heart racing. It took him only a moment to notice her eyes suddenly fixed on his face, and the expression he wore, stern and almost worrisome, suddenly melted into relief. Had he been worried about her? He had always been affectionate, but she'd seen the same of him with Roadhog–his emotions were always difficult to read. He wore them so clearly and yet she never knew what it was that he was actually feeling. Still…

"Pilar, ya had us worried," he grumbled, looking away for a moment, she could have sworn there was a light pink dusting settling on his cheeks. "I didn't know if they'd gotten ya, what was I going to do? Yer a junker now, I–it wouldn't be the same without ya."

She noticed the seriousness in his voice, and saw the apparent embarrassment he felt as he divulged to her what it was he had thought in those minutes of separation. Still, she had worried as well, not for her own sake, but whether or not she'd be able to break free, to see them again. To see him again. Dios, Pilar knew exactly why it was that she felt that way, and she wanted to assure him that she would have found him again, to show him exactly how she felt and yet…

She couldn't do it; tearing her gaze away from his, she only threw her arms around his shoulders, burying her face in his neck as the tears from earlier found themselves spilling from her eyes again. Of course, once again, Junkrat had not expected the physical contact–though by all means, a man who had no concept of personal space should have expected it from a distraught woman–but his reaction was instant. She was shaken; hell, even he was still trying to recover from his earlier episode when they first ran into to bastions, and later when she'd be separated. Shit, he was no good at this 'feeling' stuff; Junkrat hardly had one aside from madness and explosions, but god, he hadn't expected a Spanish girl to somehow twist him in a way where he could feel more than what was the norm. But damn, she had him hooked.

"We have to save him," Pilar finally said between sobs, and yet her grip on him only tightened. "Trueno–"

He didn't have to look to know that his rip-tire had nearly destroyed her friend, and as she broke away, her eyes puffy with tears as she glanced back at the bull, she pulled away to return to his side to cradle his head again.

Trueno was barely functioning now; his eyes flickered more frequently, and were darker more often than they were alight. He could barely speak, and he knew that he would only slow down their escape.

"Jυɴĸrαт." As he addressed the junker who hovered by Pilar's side, Junkrat was stunned to hear the bull speaking with him on somewhat friendly terms. His eyes narrowed when he crouched, his hand resting on Pilar's shoulder while he leaned over her to get a better look at the dismembered omnic. "Geт нer oυт oғ нere, He'ѕ coмιɴɢ."