Originally posted on Ao3 around June 2016 CW for violence, gore, and amputation Chapter 1: I know they say petrol costs an arm and a leg but this is ridiculous It began as a pleasant evening, driving at breakneck speeds down a broken highway. Junkrat was talking about ways to get out of the country, half-yelling to be heard over the roar of the engine. Roadhog only occasionally responding to suggest routes to connect Junkrat's increasingly outlandish ideas. They came across the fuel station as the sun began to dip below the horizon. If they were lucky it would be abandoned, just another empty building along another lonely road. Any dregs of fuel they could scavenge to keep the bike going would get them closer to the coast. As their notoriety grew it was getting harder and harder to find people willing to sell to them. They slowed to a stop, both of them reaching for their weapons. Junkrat paused in his rambling, clambering out of the sidecar and stretching as Roadhog ...