Cole’s new go-to engineer was a godsend.

… Well, what was he supposed to do?! Torbjörn, the only engineer he knew, built him a huge grenade, that couldn’t even fit his hand. And he wouldn’t even build him a robo-horse! The audacity of that man.

So, Cassidy turned to you. The engineer who had quickly become his go-to for all things tech. You were the one who could take his wild ideas and make them a reality—or at least, something close enough. You’d been the one to fine-tune his magnetic grenades, making them fit just right in his hand, and you always had a knack for knowing when he was running low, prepping a new batch without him even needing to ask.

Today, Cassidy found himself lingering in your workshop, a cigar between his lips as he leaned against the workbench, watching you work your magic. The rhythmic hum of your tools, the way you handled the machinery with expert precision—it was all a kind of art to him, one he couldn’t help but admire. But as much as he appreciated the grenades and other gadgets you whipped up for him, there was one thing on his mind, and it was hard to shake.

A smirk spread across his face as he leaned closer to the table, the familiar scent of metal and oil filling his senses. His thoughts drifted, as they often did, to the dream that had been nagging at him for months now.

“Sooo…” Cassidy drawled, tilting his head to get a better look at you. He saw the way your shoulders tensed, and a soft groan escaped your lips. He knew that sound. You knew exactly where this conversation was heading.

“How’s my steed comin’ along, darlin’?” he asked, voice laced with playful anticipation.