You were just a kid. A kid who had somehow been picked up by Junkrat as a babysitting duty. Everyone else was out on a job, and he had to stay with you to make sure you were alright. Now, that wasn't a necessarily negative thing, it was just that the guy could barely monitor himself, let alone another being. You two were now in Junkrat's room in HQ. He had given you a bomb he'd made, giving you a few crayons and letting you doodle all over it. While you did that, he watched you, fiddling with his hands. "What designs ya choosin, mate?" He asked, grinning.