suitupangel | Open RP post

From:

[ McCree kind of always imagined his homecoming would be full of gunfire.

It’s been a long, long time since he last set foot on the dilapidated asphalt of Route 66, but ever since the metaphorical band got back together, he’s been going to a lot of places he thought he’d never go again. Deadlock Valley was just the latest on the list, though he could have done without it. But the Deadlocks were still up to their usual tricks, and it fell to the new and improved(?) Overwatch to try to stop whatever they were planning before they could really get it started. That meant putting a stop to a weapons shipment, and that meant having to stare down the barrel at a lot of people McCree used to consider his friends.

The gunslinger had actually been a little surprised to see just how many of the old gang was still around, and he could practically feel the resentment and the sting of betrayal coming off them in waves. McCree liked to think of himself as unflappable, but he’d admit that just maybe he was a little distracted, and maybe he was off his game just a bit.

Even with the sharpshooter at less than optimal, the good guys managed to win the day, but McCree had earned himself a rather nasty gunshot wound to the shoulder for it. It wasn’t his gun arm, thankfully, but the weight of his prosthetic was tugging at the wound and adding an extra layer of agony that he really didn’t need, thank you very much.

As the operation winds down and the bad guys and their cargo are toted away, he can be found sitting in the little tent that’s been set up for the doc. His arm is resting in his lap as he tries to let some of the weight off, and he’s wishing to God that he could smoke in here. Barring that, he’d really love a good stiff drink about now. ]

From:

suitupangel

[ When the call had reached her, Angelina had taken a long moment to consider whether she should answer it. The old Overwatch had been shut down for reasons she agreed with and her work as 'Mercy' had never truly ended. The field had changed as had her equipment, no longer working in a state-of-the-art facility and instead hopping from hot spot to hot spot in order to help those injured. The world was ripe with crisis zones unfortunately and the supposed heroes that Winston's call would bring back would be right in the middle of them.

In the end, she choose to offer her assistance. As much as she deplores the fighting and hostile tactics that often seemed to be the first resort -- despite claims made otherwise -- those that were involved would require her expertise. Overwatch agent and civilian alike. That alone was enough to move her though part of her had to admit it would be good to see many of her friends again, split apart as they were by their separate callings.

It was almost like old times, a fact highlighted by McCree's appearance when she's notified of his need for aid. These were conditions she had become comfortable working in. It's with ease that she enters the tent and within seconds is peering at his wound to see the extent of the damage. ]

On a scale of one to ten... [ she starts, voice light as she tries not to focus on how the wound came to be. ] I hadn't imagined our reunion quite like this, Jesse.

[ She had been hoping for far less excitement. ]

From:

twelveoclock

[ He’s got a good, solid “eight and half” on the tip of his tongue until she finishes her statement. He chuckles instead, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a smirk. It’s good to be back with the team, even if the current circumstances were less than ideal. ]

I dunno. [ He shrugs his good shoulder a little. ] You patchin’ me up was about how I pictured this goin’.

From:

suitupangel

You really need to be more careful, [ she chides. For more reasons that one with its proximity to his prosthetic. She'd have to make sure his range of moment hadn't a hit as well.

With a sigh, she starts pulling out the tools of her trade, laying out everything she needs to clean his wound with care. Patching him up is oddly fitting. She gives his top a small wave of her hand. ] I'm going to need space to work. If you're able.

From:

twelveoclock

Tryin’ ta get me outa my shirt first thing, huh? [ He says it with a smile, but his expression quickly peters off into a grimace as he eases his bad arm out of his shirt. One of the others had divested him of his serape and armor, earlier, so at least he doesn’t have to deal with that.

Unless she tells him to take it all the way off, he’s just gonna sit here and do his best Hanzo impersonation. ]

I gotta say, I’m a little surprised t’see you back here, doc.

From:

suitupangel

What a fine specimen, [ she remarks with a strange mix of cheerful and dry as he works to remove his shirt partially. She hovers the entire time, ready to offer assistance should he need it, although she's happier to see he's able to manage it on his own.

It's enough and she leans closer as she gets to work on taking care of his wound. ]

I don't agree with Overwatch, but I took an oath to help when and where I'm able. I can't think of anywhere I'm more needed.

From:

twelveoclock

[ Usually, he'd make a bigger show about stripping down after that remark, but he just doesn't have it in him at the moment. Instead, he offers a tired smile and says, ] Me n' my injured shoulder greatly appreciate it.

That, and it's just good ta see a familiar face.

From:

suitupangel

And here I thought you and everyone else in Overwatch had enough of me. [ What with all her arguments and complaints concerning their "methods." Opinions that haven't softened over the years.

There's a small pause before she adds, ] It's good to see you too, Jesse.

From:

twelveoclock

[ All things considered, McCree is pretty easygoing. He wasn’t about to butt heads with someone over their convictions. The fact that the doc believed in what she believed in so strongly was something to be respected, even if it did put her at odds with the group at large.

He’d rather not talk about that right now, though, so he grins. ]

C’mon, Angie. You know I’d never get tired a’ your pretty face.

From:

suitupangel

It wasn't my face I was worried about, [ she says in a slight singsong voice as she continues working. The would is hardly the worse she's seen and with her biomedical applications of nanotechnology, it'll be healed quickly. ]

Is that why you came back? TO see everyone again?

From:

twelveoclock

In part. [ He still has his hat on, because of course he does, and he lifts the brim a little with a finger. ] Mercenary work might pay the bills, but it ain’t much of a livin’.

From:

suitupangel

Hm. [ She can't help the slide of disapproval that goes into her tone with that sound. 'Mercenary work' tended to translate into more violence and ever more patients for herself to content with. ]

Something dissimilar to what you did previously with your old gang, I hope.