The sun was just beginning to rise, and Pilar, laying flat on her back with her arm behind her head, watched at the inky, black expanse of the night sky slowly changed with the first rays of the morning sun. Pinks and yellows swirled their way into the darkness, and the twinkling pinpricks of the stars slowly faded into nothingness as sunlight outshined them. She probably could have slept longer if she liked, but the closer they drew to Gibraltar, the shakier she seemed to get. There was no doubt that she'd be pulled away from Junkrat and Roadhog, and she didn't like to think about a day without her makeshift family, but the risk was high, and there wasn't a lot she'd be able to do, especially if some of Maria's old friends were to make an appearance. Sure, she could probably take on her mom, even with a missing arm, but more than her, there would be problems.

Refusing to think about it more, Pilar shifted, rocking upward to come to a sitting position, raising her arm high above her head, feeling her back crack as she stretched. Roadhog was still snoring soundly beside her, one hand resting on his large belly and his face hidden in the crook of his other arm. Chuckling under her breath, she took the blanket wrapped around her legs and threw it over him, not that it did much good, but thought he'd appreciate it nonetheless. The other blankets, which she had been sharing with Junkrat, seemed to have disappeared with him, as he no longer lay beside her. Lips pouting, her brows knitted together as her eyes adjusted to the minimal light, searching for the man around their makeshift camp. He was not in the immediate vicinity, and after a moment, she found herself rising to her feet, rolling her shoulders before running a hand through her hair, slowly turning on the spot.

Roadhog's motorcycle was just on the other side of Roadhog, himself, and beyond that, she could see tufts of hair sticking out from the other side. Slowly, she stepped around the hulking man, being careful not to accidentally wake him. It was impossible, of course-the man was a heavy sleeper-but that still didn't mean Pilar wasn't going to be inconsiderate of his beauty rest.

Reaching the bike, Pilar peeked over the seat, Junkrat's back facing her as he tinkered with something unseen to her. The area was illuminated by a small lantern that he managed to snatch last time they were in town, and as she watched in interest, she could hear him mutter softly under his breath, relaying instructions of some sort to himself, tossing aside a clamp to pick up a screwdriver.

"Up early, aren't we?"

Junkrat jumped, not having expected Pilar so early, and shoved his project into a heap in front of him, barring it from view with his body. After a moment, he leaned back, looking at her from upside-down, a cheeky grin spreading wide across his features.

"Aren't ya too?" he replied, quirking his brows as their eyes met. Pilar rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly before planting a kiss on his brow, smooshing the tip of her nose against his.

"Couldn't sleep," she responded, trying to sneak a look at his project, but he was too quick for her. Suddenly, his hands were on the back of her head, smashing his lips against hers, less-than-gracefully, nearly causing her to stumble over the bike, effectively hurting herself. However, Junkrat caught her, just in time, and his grin grew cocky, half-lidded eyes gazing at her contentedly as a blush spread quickly across her cheeks.

"An' why's that, sheila?"

As she drew away, still watching him closely, she bit her lip in hesitation, her brows knitting together as the elephant in her mind marched to the very front. The closer they drew to Gibraltar, the more uneasy she became. It hadn't been too bad before; sure, the confrontation with her father and Sombra had messed with her a bit, but it hadn't gone so far as to attack her sleeping patterns. A thousand different scenarios constantly whizzed around in her head, distracting her, keeping her up, causing her to dream about what was to come. And each scenario ended in the same way: Overwatch snatching her away from her friends. Her family.

"You damn well know what, Jamison Fawkes," she replied, poking the center of his forehead, raising a brow. "Aren't you worried at all at what might happen at Gibraltar?"

He waved a hand dismissively, rolling his yellow eyes with a sure grin. "Nah, ain't anyone gonna take ya away, Caterpillar. Not while I have anythin' t' say about it!"

"You say that now, but you can't be certain. You don't know Overwatch like I do."

He could see the concern in her features, and though his smug expression faltered for only a moment, it was only replaced by excitement as, out of nowhere, he bounded upward, causing Pilar to start in surprise, nearly losing her footing as most of her weight rested on Roadhog's bike. Still, as she regained herself, watching as Junkrat shoved his secret project under one of his bags, he turned to face her fully, standing at his full height as he stretched, forcing Pilar to crane her neck upward to see him better.

"I got somethin' fer ya, luv," he said in excitement, slouching once again as he placed a hand on either side of her face, smooshing her cheeks. "I gotta see yer arm though, eh? Won't work right without it."

He released her, only to be met with skepticism, and before she could say a word, Junkrat had heaved her up and over the motorcycle, forcing a surprised yelp from her lips. Her feet hit the ground before she could string together a sentence, and Junkrat had plopped onto the ground heavily, long, lanky legs spread wide as he searched for a tool of some sort. Pilar, wondering what the hell he was up to, slowly sank to her knees tucking herself neatly between his legs, folding her own beneath herself.

She assumed whatever this was about had to do with her missing limb, and her hand reached toward the tie keeping the stump bound, protecting it from both infection, and her own, unconscious habits. Junkrat had found the tools he was searching for in the time being; procuring a lighter from his pocket, he busied himself with decontaminating the metals on the open flame, and Pilar eyed him, slightly worried as to where this was gonna go.

"Don' be lookin' like that, Pilar. Yer makin' nervous!" Of course, what he said was all in jest; a silly grin had lifted his features when his eyes flickered toward her, raising his bushy brows when he noticed she had sat. Pleased with his work, he scooted himself closer, helping her remove what remained of the wrappings on her shoulder, and Pilar held her sleeve back, giving him a better view of the area.

"So, what's this about?" she persisted, raising a brow. Junkrat had taken what was left of her arm into his hand, making sure the implants were latched properly into her arm. Whatever injuries there had been since her mech's removal had since healed, and she watched as he poked and prodded, testing their resilience against his touch. It wasn't much, of course; he was being pretty gentle with her, the likes she'd not seen before now, but even as he fumbled with the socket near the top of her shoulder, his eyes glinted in excitement at what he was about to do.

"I didn' wanna tell ya too soon, Caterpillar. Wanted t' keep it a surprise!"

"What sort of surprise?"

The way he looked at her, Pilar knew he still wasn't about to give up his secrets yet. A wide, knowing smirk spread quickly across his face, and he touched his brow to hers happily before drawing back, wiggling in his seat. His features twitched, as though fighting between keeping in his thoughts and letting them burst out for all to hear, but the former was stronger, and he swallowed back his words, vibrating excitedly.

"Now, none of that," he remarked, shaking his head. "Ya gotta close your eyes, or ya'll ruin the surprise!"

Pilar eyed him skeptically, lips pouted. "And you just want me to trust you on this?" She wasn't serious, of course, but the words still hung in the air as he scoffed, pressing a hand to his chest as though stabbed by her very words. He was joking, as well, and he couldn't stop himself from chuckling wildly, rolling his eyes.

"When have I ever given ya a reason t' doubt me?"

"Jamison…"

Before she could continue, he pressed his hand to her lips woefully, dragging out his reaction as though still hurt. "Don' answer that. I don' think I could bare it." His face betrayed his words, however, and his vibrating seemed to increase the longer he thought about the secret surprise that still left Pilar skeptical of it all. "Ya gotta close yer eyes, though. Pleeease?"

With a shrug of her shoulders, Pilar bowed her head, closing her eyes as she turned to face forward. Another chuckle from her partner met her ears, and she felt his hand release her stump while he looked through his pile of tools-likely, under the bag where he'd shoved his project from view. His giggles hadn't subsided a bit, and as she strained to hear beyond him, Pilar heard the scrape of metal on metal as the surprise was brought forth. Tempted as she was to peek, she didn't want to spoil it on Junkrat's end, so she quietly sat, patiently awaiting the moment she could open her eyes and see what he had planned all along.

Suddenly, there was a certain heaviness to her shoulder, causing her right side to slump and for her to start in surprise. Her eyes flashed open, and as quickly as her head turned to catch a view, Junkrat had repositioned himself, his arm resting on that same shoulder as his torso barred her from view. She wriggled in frustration, alarmed and trying to peer over his lanky figure, but to no avail. With each second that passed, more and more metallic clinks and scrapes filled the air, and there she could feel something being pressed into each of the sockets that rested on her shoulder.

"What are you doing?!" she exclaimed, reaching with her free hand to tug his arm away. "Let me see!"

"Two seconds!" he replied, casting her a glance from over his shoulder. He looked positively gleeful as he worked, and after Pilar struggled a bit-not at all angry, just a bit startled-he had released her, nearly causing her to fall back, hand he not reached out a second later.

"What are you-"

Her words stopped short, mouth falling open in surprise, a stunned silence settling on the Spaniard as his project had been revealed to her. An arm, built from a variety of scrap metals, rested limply from her shoulder, awaiting activation. The scraps with which it was made were red and silver, as though to match the uniform she had once worn as a vigilante. It was slender, graceful to a point, yet far from matching her original arm, made in a way that wouldn't make it impossible to swing Relampago around as she had before.

Struggling to find her words, a sort of strangled croak fell from her lips, and Junkrat snickered, lifting the hand into his, testing the joints of the fingers, pleased with his handiwork. He twisted the arm around, palm facing downward, before holding it at the wrist, testing the elbow just as he had with the fingers. A grunt of approval escaped him, and he muttered quietly to himself as he reached the shoulder, doing with it what he had done to the rest. He lifted her arm up over her head, stretching the limb carefully, yellow eyes calculating every movement of the arm within his hand, every sound of the metal moving with each other. He bit his lip in thought for a moment, slowly moving the arm back down, before opening a slot in the the upper arm, exposing the wires and mechanics beneath.

"Surprise, Caterpillar!" he exclaimed with grin, switching something on within the limb, watching as the new arm seemed to spark to life. Well, at least that was what Pilar thought. There was a jolt in her shoulder; the arm seemed to connect seamlessly to the sockets implanted for the first, and soon enough, she could feel herself gaining control of the mech, lifting her hand up, staring at the palm as her fingers curled at her command. She was in awe that a man with so little resources could build an arm like this, but as she continued to get a feel-unaware that she was now feeling side-heavy, her widened eyes turned to Junkrat, whose smug grin was waiting for her to say something.

"-how?"

It was all she could muster before throwing herself at him, happy tears threatening to stream down her face. He had not expected her to react quite like that; with a heavy thud, she had barreled against his chest, effectively knocking them both over as Pilar encompassed him in a tight, two-armed hug. Tears continued to inch their way onto her face, which was buried, hidden in his chest, and the more she moved, the more she felt her arm grow as a part of her, the happier she was. She simply couldn't believe he would have taken the time to do such a thing, what with being on the run constantly.

"Took apart yer old arm," he said with a laugh as his back hit the ground heavily. "Figured out how it worked an' all. Like I said, ya have too much shit in that arm of yers to keep ya from that Talon bitch. So I fixed it."

It was a few moments before Pilar eased herself up, dark eyes fixing on the man before her, but her features had spread wide into a thankful smile. Shifting herself so that her new arm was between them, she tested the fingers out again, touching each tip to her thumb slowly. She seemed to have complete control, and while it wasn't nearly as glamourous as the old, it held a certain kind of character to it, character that only a junker could give it.

"I-thank you," she finally managed, clenching her fist. It would take some getting used to, now feeling off-balanced again, but she was ecstatic, nonetheless. "It's wonderful."

"Ah, shit, it's nothin'," Junkrat replied nonchalantly. "Ya know, after the shit with yer other arm, I knew ya'd want one. Helped me keep me mind off it too. Radiation fucked with me badly, but workin' on that arm of yers…" He paused, features scrunched in displeasure as he glanced away. "It helped."

Without a second thought, she'd planted a firm kiss on his bony cheek, startling him. He still wasn't used to sweet displays of affection toward him, and even now, he seemed to fumble over his works as a faint blush touched his cheeks. Still, his lips curved into a crooked grin while he shrugged beneath her, and wrapping his arms around her waist, he rocked himself into a sitting position, Pilar still held tightly within his grip.

"It's got a lot of the same shit yer old arm had," he continued, lifting it before them. They were both silent for a moment, inspecting her new appendage, and though it was obvious that she was overjoyed with it, Junkrat still seemed to have some reservations of his handiwork. Of course, it was always like that to a creator and his invention, but he didn't seem unhappy, overall. "I dunno if the explodey bits work yet; couldn't really test it without ya figurin' somethin' out, and I couldn't have that."

"Of course not," she replied, matter-of-factly, but could not keep the grin off of her face for the life of her. She was caught, staring at the prosthetic, wiggling the fingers while Junkrat held her by the wrist, his other arm wrapped around Pilar's front as he played with a few mechanisms in the forearm.

"Oi, lemme see yer palm, fer a second," he grunted, and she felt his chin rest atop her head when she flipped her hand over, revealing a door in the center, just as her old arm had to release the banderillas. The moment he saw it, he prodded it curiously, biting his lip in concentration as the door slid open. Within, a charged banderilla was waiting to be released, and as Pilar shifted, casting her gaze up at him, the wild smile that lit up his features had her question answered before she could even say it.

"Go for it, Caterpillar!"

Making sure Roadhog was nowhere near the area she threw her arm out before her, palm facing straight forward. With a single thought, she could feel the the mechanism click within the limb, and not a second later, she was jolted back as the banderilla shot forth, her skin crackling as she felt the electricity pulse through the air. Her hair became frazzled, standing on end, and the air seemed to spark as the banderilla continued to shoot through the air with no intentions of stopping.

However, it began to descend, and while Pilar soon lost sight of it, a surprised yelp escaped her lips when the entire sky seemed to flash in a single bolt of crackling lightning. She'd never seen her attack light up the sky in such a way, nor had she realized the spark could grow to such a size! She looked at her hand, her palm smoking slightly, lips pursed as she wondered where on earth the power came from. However, as she felt Junkrat's chest shake against her back, stifling a giggle, a soft sigh, accompanied by the roll of her eyes, fell from the Spaniard, and she turned her head slightly, lifting her chin to glance up at him, whose face betrayed his guilt almost instantly.

Raising a brow, she poked the end of his nose gently, her features expressing her question without having to utter a word. For a moment, it looked as though he would have her guessing, but after some prodding-meaning Pilar poking at his chest and stomach until he relented-he finally admitted what Pilar already knew.

"Gave 'em a bit of a charge," he said casually, as though it had been no more than a mention of the weather. "Wanted to see how we'll they'd hold up without explodin', ya know?"

Pilar sighed. "Don't tell me you blew up the other two...:"

"Nah, nothin' like that, luv," he replied with a chuckle. "Easy enough t' tell when they get close t' their breakin' point though. Didn't wanna push it, for yer sake. Expect we'll be needin' 'em soon, anyway."

His comment made her face fall, and she could feel her stomach begin to clench tightly in unease. Gibraltar was maybe a day more away, if they kept on the low, taking ridiculously long routes about each city they passed, shorter, if they didn't. Of course, while she wasn't too keen on getting them arrested, nor herself, for that matter, it gave her an excuse to drag on the journey to spend more time with Junkrat and Roadhog. She didn't want to go to Gibraltar, she didn't want to join up with Overwatch. Those days were long since passed, and having this taste of freedom, the carnage that ensued when traveling with notorious criminals...it gave her something that Overwatch never could. Besides, Junkrat and Roadhog were her family now; they might have been criminals, but their relationship with Pilar had been far more stable than her family life, as much as she hated to admit it.

"Yeah," she finally sighed, plopping herself heavily against Junkrat's chest. "I hope you're prepared for this. As far as I know, most of the original Overwatch has been summoned to Gibraltar, and they're nothing to be taken lightly."

His hand found her shoulder, and he wrapped it around her gently, eyes fixed on the horizon as the sun now illuminated the sky. He was well aware of the dangers that the situation could present to both the junkers and Pilar. There was no way he's let them have her without a fight, and he was sure that Roadhog wouldn't easily give in their partner to the likes of them. Still, he could feel Pilar's unrest, the nerves that seemed to pervade her entire being as she rested fully against him. For once, there wasn't a smile at the thought of her body against his; his mind continuously replayed the shit with her father, how they'd very nearly lost her.

Like fuck he'd let that happen again.

"Ya ain't anywhere, Pilar," he growled, and Pilar found herself suddenly wrapped up in a tangle of long, lanky limbs. "They'd have t' rip me apart t' take ya away."

"God, I hope not!" she exclaimed, managing to poke her head out of the entanglement, hands poking out to wrap around his upper arm. "Don't go getting yourself killed because Overwatch has to be a pain in the ass!"

Junkrat merely grumbled, and Pilar shook her head, chuckling softly, before planting a gentle kiss on the tip of his chin. It seemed to throw him off, giving Pilar just enough leeway to wriggle her way out of his trap, taking the opportunity to spring one of her own as she jumped on him again, forcing them both to a ground in an even bigger tangle of limbs.

"You know what, though?" she asked, resting herself comfortably on top of him, scratching his stubbly chin with her new arm, to get a better feel for it.

"Wot's that?"

"Overwatch is just as illegal as you are. They won't be able to take you in without drawing attention to themselves." A mischievous grin lifted her features, and a moment later, Junkrat's matched before he leaned up, smooshing his nose against hers happily. Her fingers drummed lightly against his chest as he leaned back, his head thumping against the ground, eyes closing lazily while his hand rested on the small of her back. Pilar watched him, amazed at how peaceful he looked for once in his life, and as she drew her gaze from his face to her arm, her eyes caught sight of a small engraving on her forearm: a smiley face with what looked like a bull's horns on either side of this.

"Hey...what's this?" Her finger idly traced the engraving, lips pursed. It wasn't anything that stood out particularly, and she'd nearly missed it if the sunlight hadn't reflected in just the right position across her arm. Junkrat, whose eyes cracked open, glancing where she pointed, suddenly grinned, although a rosy tint seemed to dust his cheeks.

"So we could match, y'know?" he replied, shoving his free arm under his head to prop it up a bit more. "Let them bastards know who's gonna come after 'em if they hurt ya."

Pilar smiled, quite liking the sound of that. "Good, it's perfect. But what about the horns? Last I checked, you didn't have horns."

At this, Junkrat became a bit sheepish, as though not wanting to reveal his thoughts on the subject. His eyes flickered away, in the direction where Roadhog lay, clearing his throat. "I know ya miss yer bull," he muttered, lips pursed. "He was yer partner b'fore us, an' what happen t' him was really shitty…"

"You hate Trueno, Jamison," Pilar replied skeptically. True, there was a pang of regret in her chest as she thought of him, how she'd left him behind, but there hadn't been a choice. It was either go, and live to save him, or die, right there in the alleyway.

"Well, yeah, I ain't gonna love an omnic anytime soon, sheila, and yer's ain't gonna be an exception!" He paused, realizing he'd been a tad defensive when he spoke, and glancing at Pilar, who had not seemed bothered by his reaction, he felt a wave of relief wash over him before he continued. "He hated me too, y'know. But he wanted me t' look after ya when Talon got ahold of him. And damn it, that's what I'm gonna do." He leaned upward again, touching his brow to hers for a moment before looking her in the eyes. "I put the horns there fer ya. He was yer friend, an' we're gonna get 'im back."

She could have cried at his statement, but instead, she allowed herself to lay down, resting her head in the crook of his neck, a soft sigh falling from her lips. The sun was now high in the sky, and she could feel the warmth of its rays soaking in, making her feel rather drowsy, especially as she'd not gotten enough rest the night before. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she listened to his steady breathing as he made not a movement beneath her.

"Thank you," she murmured. "Thank you for everything."