[ The first time McCree walked into the hangar in the mostly-defunct overwatch base at Gibraltar and saw a bright pink robot parked there, his first thought was genuinely What the shit? When he found out that said pink robot was a combat unit that was piloted by a 19-year-old girl, his thought was What the fuck?
He took issue with kids being forced to fight anyway- having been one of those himself, and none the better for it- and the way he was silently questioning the decisions of the higher ups was actually starting to remind him a little of Angie. (He loved the good doctor dearly, but he really didn’t need that kind of stress.)
Actually meeting said pilot of said robot had been a… thing. McCree didn’t like to consider himself old- not by a long shot- but it was like this kid spoke a whole different language. And that’s when she was speaking English. Video games and all involved culture hadn’t really been a part of McCree’s life when he was growing up, let alone now. He failed to really understand how someone who played games for a living could become just that famous, but at least he remained quietly confused rather than grousing about it. The world kept turning and things kept changing whether he kept pace or not, and it was hardly his place to complain about.
That was probably, in part, what endeared Hana to him. He was a “cool old guy”, or at least an old guy who didn’t bitch and moan about her chosen profession or how she conducted herself. He’s still not quite sure what to think of her, to be honest, but she was growing on him. He actually found it in him to ask about her jargon every now and then. She gave him shit for it, of course, but that was part of the fun.
For whatever reason, the way they kind of sort of got along landed him the part of being her sometimes-caretaker, such as now. Angie had shooed him down to the base’s common room to collect Hana, considering it was edging up on 2am and she was still glued to the television in there, having ignored the doctor’s every order to go to bed.
He leans in the doorway for a minute to just watch her play. He still doesn’t quite get what the hell’s going on, but it still looks cool. He knows he could never do it. ]
All right, munchkin. Doc says you gotta get some shut-eye.
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He took issue with kids being forced to fight anyway- having been one of those himself, and none the better for it- and the way he was silently questioning the decisions of the higher ups was actually starting to remind him a little of Angie. (He loved the good doctor dearly, but he really didn’t need that kind of stress.)
Actually meeting said pilot of said robot had been a… thing. McCree didn’t like to consider himself old- not by a long shot- but it was like this kid spoke a whole different language. And that’s when she was speaking English. Video games and all involved culture hadn’t really been a part of McCree’s life when he was growing up, let alone now. He failed to really understand how someone who played games for a living could become just that famous, but at least he remained quietly confused rather than grousing about it. The world kept turning and things kept changing whether he kept pace or not, and it was hardly his place to complain about.
That was probably, in part, what endeared Hana to him. He was a “cool old guy”, or at least an old guy who didn’t bitch and moan about her chosen profession or how she conducted herself. He’s still not quite sure what to think of her, to be honest, but she was growing on him. He actually found it in him to ask about her jargon every now and then. She gave him shit for it, of course, but that was part of the fun.
For whatever reason, the way they kind of sort of got along landed him the part of being her sometimes-caretaker, such as now. Angie had shooed him down to the base’s common room to collect Hana, considering it was edging up on 2am and she was still glued to the television in there, having ignored the doctor’s every order to go to bed.
He leans in the doorway for a minute to just watch her play. He still doesn’t quite get what the hell’s going on, but it still looks cool. He knows he could never do it. ]
All right, munchkin. Doc says you gotta get some shut-eye.