Spoilers for the new hero. If you haven't seen her or heard of her yet, the link is above!

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Hanzo remembers the day he asked that forbidden question, and he remembers telling himself not to. "It's only going to make you feel weird and make the relationship more awkward," he tried to convince himself. But, nevertheless, he asked anyway.

They had been at Route Sixty-Six, waiting in the local diner for the signal to attack. The two of them had decided to curl up in a booth while the rest of the team paced around impatiently. They had been there for almost half an hour when the question slipped out.

"Jesse, you're a flirt, right?"

The cowboy glanced over at him, an unreadable look in his eyes. "I suppose I am..." He reached up and started twirling a finger through Hanzo's hair. "But I only have eyes for you, darlin'."

He bit back the harsh reply "That's exactly what I'm talking about," and cleared his throat. "Has your flirting ever led to... Other serious relationships than this one?"

They grew quiet, with only the sound of the jukebox and their impatient teammates. Finally, McCree murmured, "That depends. There was one incident where we tried to make it serious, but that died quicker than a headless rattlesnake."

The ravenet started at him, not getting the metaphor. The other shrugged in response and continued.

"For privacy reasons, Imma just call 'er by her nickname: Ashe." He had tipped his hat down so that it hid his eyes. Hanzo already knew this was a bad sign.

"You don't have to talk about it," the Shimada said quietly. To himself, he thought, "Please don't."

"No, it's fine, sugar." He looked over at the Asian with a smirk. "'Sides, haven't seen her in years. Ain't that fond of 'er now."

"Dammit." Feeling a little uneasy, the archer just smiled and nodded. With that, Jesse carried on.

"She went by Ashe, and she was in Deadlock. A pretty lil' thing she was, but she was a hard-ass. That's prolly why I liked her." He said the last part with a laugh. "It was either you're with 'er or against 'er. And if you were against her, you were dead."

Hanzo winced as memories of his clan came flooding back to him. "Doesn't that sound awfully familiar..." he thought bitterly. He found himself clinging to McCree's serape. "What'd she look like?"

"Hair white as snow and eyes dark as blood. If looks could kill, I'd of been dead when I met 'er."

He shuddered at the thought. "I'm guessing things didn't work out?"

Jesse was staring at the exit where the team was crowded at. "I'm with you, ain't I?" He glanced over at the ravenet lazily. "She saw more as a pawn. Jus' a part of 'er grand scheme..." The last part was spoken with a hint of hostility.

He quickly regained his composure. "But oh well. She's long gone now. Haven't seen 'er since the recall." Under his breath, he added, "Hopefully it stays that way, too."

That's when they got the signal.

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The conversation replayed in Hanzo's mind as he sat there like a deer in headlights. The barrel of the gun was pressed to his head, and Jesse's description of the woman kept echoing in his head.

"Hair white as snow and eyes dark as blood. If looks could kill, I'd of been dead when I met 'er."

The woman before him regarded him coolly, her red eyes sweeping over him almost subconsciously. The archer felt his blood run cold when their eyes locked.

"Well, well, well..." she purred with a country accent even more prominent than McCree's. "If it isn't Hanzo Shimada. Surprised Jesse'd go for someone like you."

The ravenet snickered. "He always did like shoulder-length hair," he murmured, sparing a glance at her white locks. "But I will admit, I am a downgrade from you."

"Well, aren't you modest" she said, cocking the gun. "I'm sure he won't mind if I use you to send a message."

He kept his eyes on the floor, trying to ignore the cowboy boots walking towards them in the distance. "I suppose not..." He glanced up, holding her gaze. "But just know that one day, I'll be avenged..." He hesitated, then added, "Ashe."

Her eyes narrowed, and all Hanzo remembered next was the sound of a revolver being fired.