Climbing up the cliffs near the old Deadlock HQ was a strange duo. Both gunslingers and yet both extremely different people. Y/n was a woman who fought for peace, equality, and vengeance. Having a very traumatic childhood has left her scarred but she is no longer afraid to fight her demons. Y/n stands up and protects those who cannot protect themselves without expecting reward. She is a true altruist. "Your last name is L/n right?" Y/n was only with the Ex Deadlock and Blackwatch member for his knowledge of the place along with his experience.

"Yes, why?" She responded with her own question after. Normally those who recognized her name were either frightened or happy. The L/n family was famous for being ruthless killers on the fields of war or in the alley's of the criminal underworld.

"As in one of the most feared mob families?" McCree was slightly on edge. He had been informed on her reasons for partnering up with him but her personal agenda was still unknown to him. All he knew was that she was going to be killing two men one that was related to the gang and the other that was a very wanted criminal. Y/n chuckled as her hand latched onto the top of the cliff before vaulting her body over the top and onto solid ground.

"Black Market dealers actually but you were close enough." The joke didn't calm his nerves whatsoever. "I didn't grow up in a palace if that's what you're asking, it was more like hell to be honest." He was silent waiting for her to continue. "I was the heir to a horrible man that thought that I was unworthy of the position because to him women were weak and could never lead. Yet I pushed him untill he taught me how to shoot a gun then three days later he murdered my mother." She helped him up pulling the hood over her head as she listened for any nearby people. Silence was the only thing that met her ears so she traveled towards the base her boots scuffing on the asphalt of the road. She hated the person that she was, that bitter feeling will always be with her until the grave. Y/n was just that bastard daughter of a monster. A gang member was repairing a car ahead but as he lifted his head a dagger got acquainted with his forehead. The blood ran down his face making a small river until it stained the sand.

"There will be more ahead." Y/n said pulling the dagger out of the members head as she asked what she should expect when she got inside. There would be snipers, thugs, assassins, and other misfits but she was ready to avenge her mother. Y/n remembered holding her as she died the bullet in her lung making her body shake with each and every breath. "Don't let this destroy you love, get stronger from my passing." Those had been her exact words that she spoke with her dying breath and they were engraved into her mind permanently. The team fought off the few guards while Y/n looking for an entrance above. There was a door on the walkway that was badly crafted. She motioned for him to follow. Once near Y/n listened for enemies. She could hear the laughter of her father along with the breathing of two guards to her left and right. McCree handled the leftie while Y/n got the one of the right knife cutting through the skin of his neck slicing the artery. She descended the steps silently sending Jesse off to deal with the rest.

When she got to the room where the targets were she only found her father cowering in the corner the rest of the people had bullets in their heads. The scene almost made her pity him but she drowned the feeling quickly. Why should she care about the person who had made her heartless? Yet even so he was her blood. "Father dearest aren't you happy to see your daughter?" He was shivering watching in fear as the hunter closed in on her prey. He was scared of the monster that he had forged from the ashes of suffering into one of the greatest assassins alive yet he had failed all the same forgetting her loyalty to her mother. She knelt by him as McCree entered sweating and out of breath he too had seen people that were already dead which confused him yet they had forgotten a few.

"Burn in hell like your whore mother is right now." She grasped his neck almost sileceing but not completely. "Or are you too weak to kill me." She gazing at him her eyes like ice.

"All I wanted was a father but you only cared about money and only person who's going to burn in hell is you." With a sickening snap she had broken his neck her heart hammering in her chest as she stood feeling empty. Y/n headed for the door yet Jesse had grasped her arm pulling her into a hug which surprised her. Y/n hadn't felt any sort of affection since her mother was alive and it was almost strange to feel it again.

"What you did was hard and I know it won't comfort you but I'm here for you." She sighed leaning into his embrace. Maybe it was time for her to let others into her life.