Oooh, story idea (one I’ve been considering, but don’t have time for since I’m working on my own book): Sombra being captured by McCree back in the Blackwatch days. While he’s waiting for Reyes to come back and pick her up for questioning, Sombra talks to him. She tells him how much she knows about him (little or a lot), how she let him capture her… Maybe she tries to tempt him to Talon, or ask to be her friend, or about the eye (illuminati)… I just need them to have net in the past…

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This sounds like it’d be a good story, not necessarily romantic in nature, but definitely one that I would read if only for the interaction between a young McCree and Sombra!

Seeing as how McCree was 29 during the events of Retribution, maybe this story could take place between a 24 year old Blackwatch agent McCree and still fairly new to Talon agent Sombra. I like to imagine she joined even before she was an adult because her skills were that impressive to Talon, somewhere around 16-17 years. She’s kinda cocky at first and just gloats to herself about how she’s using Talon to pursue her own goals.

Of course, she’s not so cocky when she gets knocked out on a mission and wakes up tied to a chair in a musty, dark room. Immediately, she knows who the man in the room with her is – Jesse McCree: Amercian Blackwatch agent and former member of the Deadlock Gang based in the US. Talon made it a point for her to know each member of Overwatch (and its “secret” sect). While there isn’t anything truly remarkable about him, the note of him being an orphan and being a gangmember does resonate with her.

Even so, seeing as how he states he’s waiting for his commander to arrive so they can bring her in for interrogation, Sombra’s not keen on being taken anywhere. She’s already escaped ‘The Eye’ for now and there’s no way that the tools from Overwatch will stop her from finding out the truth. 

She tries to goad him with the information she does know about him. His eyes narrow but doesn’t seem to question her knowledge, only commenting on how young she is and that it’s despicable that Talon would recruit kids, shortly before she retorts with the hypocrisy of his situation. 

“Funny. Isn’t that what Reyes did to you?”

His stoic look falters and he mumbles under his breath and she smirks, knowing she might have a way out of this mess. He asks her what she was doing in the area and she shrugs, not bothering to answer. Truth is, she was on a mission for Talon, but she was taking advantage of her first solo mission to research more on Talon’s member base, as even as a skilled, desired agent, Sombra does not hold clearance for more sensitive information. 

When he asks her again what her motives are, she responds “It’s a shame that at some point, people stop learning…isn’t it?” She relishes in the look of irritation that spreads across his face but needs to leave.

It’s her turn to be startled when he grabs the back of her chair, leaning down to stare at her straight in the eye. He warns her about messing with the wrong kinds of people and that she’ll ruin her life before it’s even begun. 

She wonders if he’s practiced that line for just such an occasion he’d met someone who mirrored him. “Then isn’t this the part where you let me go so I can start over?”

He steps away, silent for a long time before he mumbles and walks around to untie her. He keeps her weapon for safety, noting that she probably doesn’t even know how to use it. She does but even then, Sombra doesn’t like the mess afterward. She questions him, wondering if all it takes for a Blackwatch agent to let a prisoner go is to make promises of improved character. She’s given a warning to watch her mouth – if she’s not doing anything and is just some new agent, then she’s worth practically nothing to him as long as neither of them say anything, given she already seems to have info on Overwatch and its members. 

“I like you, vaquero,” Sombra says once he orders her to get out of his sight. “So I’ll leave you with this…don’t trust people so easily. You never know what people actually want.”

“Get out of here,” he repeats. “And if something happens and I see your face again, I will shoot you.”

“Fair enough,” she replies. “I’ll be the friend you won’t ever see.” 

Her cloak activates and she runs away. She won’t see McCree again for almost fifteen years but in that time, she’s effectively managed to manipulate missions and ambushes that would have surely led the cowboy to his demise. After all, it’s nice to have a friend who owes you a few dozen favors…