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“AY, COME ON BIG GUY!”
Scout yelled to Heavy, About 20 yards away from him. They stood outside RED base, in front of the open garage door. It was a hot day, as always under the summer New Mexico sun.
Today, Scout was really testing his luck. He was feeling cocky and challenged Heavy to some kind of tackle fight. They stood opposite each other like a cowboy standoff, ready to charge.
“BRING IT ON LITTLE SCOUT!”
That was Scout’s cue. He dashed towards the Russian ‘brute’ like a headless bird. Heavy stood his ground. As Scout reached him and leapt for the chest Heavy effortlessly caught him in a headlock under his arm. He let out a roaring laugh at the now humbled runner stuck under his forearm. Scout struggled to break free, pushing at him and flailing wildly. Heavy decided to show him mercy and suddenly loosened his grip, sending him to the ground in a dust explosion.
Scout was taken aback, to say the least. Heavy was fully expectant of the younger boy to be aggravated that his ego was crushed.
“That… was CRAZY! How the friggin’ heck did ya’ do that?!”
Scout yelled, impressed. He leapt up and rushed to his side, praising him. He knew he was strong from his side, but he underestimated just how much. Heavy was never one to boast. He kept to himself most of the time, but now he had a bit of a confidence surge.
“Da, Da. I bet I could lift.”
“Lift who- me?”
“Da.”
“Heh, bring it on!”
Just like that, Heavy gripped his shoulders and Scout was immediately lifted up from the floor with immense ease. (I don’t know why this is a surprise to him, he is literally the smallest of the team.)
“Who-oa! Dat’s awesome- what else can ya’ lift?”
“Can lift just about anything.”
Almost on cue, Soldier appeared by the garage door, hootering and hollering as usual.
“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE, LADIES!?”
Scout and Heavy shared a glance.
“Can ya’ lift him?”
Heavy spared no time. He stepped over and grabbed him, lifting him up stomach-side on his shoulders. Soldier was complacent. He seemed to have accepted this life now.
“YER’ PRETTY DAMN STRONG, COMMIE!”
Heavy rolled his eyes. His comments ticked him off, but he preferred to channel his anger elsewhere, like the battlefield.
Pyro emerged from the shadows—who knows how long they’ve been lurking there—and skipped towards the giant. Pyro stretched their arms and hands out, wanting up on the other shoulder. Heavy lowered himself down and scooped up the pyromaniac as well. He held the two offences’ over his shoulder. They were both light enough to lift at the same time, and they both seemed to enjoy it. Pyro giggled wildly as Soldier had taken the opportunity of the high up point to use it as a post to scout for enemies, maybe he could use this tactic next time in battle.
Just then, Engineer appeared. He was covered in oil and sweating from the heat. He fanned his shirt to cool himself down.
“Well hey there Heavy! And Py’!”
Pyro turned their head as far as they could go and waved at Engie excitedly. Engie grinned and waved back.
“Hey there- er…”
He couldn’t exactly tell who’s rear he was looking at till he peered round Heavy’s shoulder.
“Ah! Soldier.”
“Hey, Engie! We’re tryna’ see how much da’ big guy can lift- n’ look at dat! He has both of them on his friggin’ shouldas!”
Scout jumped in.
“Hey, son. I can see that alright!”
“Da. Will lift you next.”
“Huh?”
Heavy crouched down, placing the two off his shoulders to the floor. He got down further, getting on one knee and pointing both thumbs to his back.
“You jump on. Like bull.”
“Aw- naw… I couldn’t possibly-“
Heavy stayed grinning at him, insinuating he was fine with it.
“Aw, what the hell.”
Engie swung his legs over Heavy’s back and he was lifted up. Soldier and Pyro immediately tried to imitate, with Pyro atop Soldier, they were a new, dangerous combo.
The pairs looked at each-other, all thinking the same thing.
“CHICKEN FIGHT! I’LL REF!”
Scout stood in between the two, immediately jumping to the role. The ‘jockeys’ prepared themself. Heavy cracked his knuckles, glaring at Soldier. He would have stared him in the eyes but his helmet was much too low, so he just glared at roughly where he imagined.
Scout counted down,
“3… 2… 1… GO!”
And jumped away, leaving them to fight. Soldier was first to engage, he lurched forward and Pyro and Engie clasped hands, trying to shove each other off. Heavy had a little bit of a disadvantage as he crouched to match the height of the others, he was a little wobblier and could only focus on keeping Pyro in place.
Soldier pushed against Heavy’s chest, making him take small steps back. Soldier pushed and pushed, and he began to give in a little. His paces back got quicker and the whole formation began to collapse.
Seizing the opportunity, Pyro lunged off of Soldier’s shoulders, onto Engie, sending everyone tumbling down. Pyro latched on, hugging him as they both hit the ground, cushioning his fall. Engie lay on top of them for a moment before rolling off in exhaustion.
Scout dashed over, slow clapping like a king watching his gladiators fight. They all got up, dusting themselves off.
If there wasn’t enough particles in the air already, a hissing sound could be heard from behind the team as a red cloud of smoke appeared and from it emerged Spy.
He probably heard all of the roughhousing from inside the base and wanted to investigate. He had an eyebrow raised, scanning their eyes, hoping for an explanation from one of them.
“Huddah huddah HUH!!”
An unmistakable, mumbled voice began to rant to Spy, he put a finger to his lip as he nodded and let out the occasional “Uh-Huh”. Spy could understand Pyro, only god knows how.
“Heavy has been lifting you all to demonstrate his strength?”
He deciphered. Heavy nodded. Spy took a large step back, distancing himself.
“I assure you, there will be no need to test it on me. I guarantee you are strong enough.”
Just then, clacking footsteps could be heard in the hallway leading to the garage. Medic appeared, coat swaying behind. He was walking and writing on a clipboard.
Spy looked at Medic. Then at Heavy, then back at Medic.
“You should try the Doctor.”
He said, with a scheming grin on his face before he was engulfed in another cloud of smoke and disappeared. What the fuck? Do the french just do that?
Medic took his head out from behind his clipboard, and as his eyes met Engies, he flashed a devious grin. They seemed to be working on some project together, and he had made a revelation.
As Medic swaggered over, Heavy began to quickly size him up, to see how easy he would be to lift. All those layers of clothing made him look bigger, and he was one of the tallest too. He was the second biggest member of the team (The first being Heavy himself). But he would be easy enough. The Doctor wouldn’t mind either. They were on a very friendly basis. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was his favourite patient. He smiled and laughed just a little more during his checkups…
But ENOUGH OF THAT! Heavy crept up behind Medic. He was blissfully unaware as he rambled on about his new discoveries. It clicked in Engie’s head what was about to happen, and it distracted him from the conversation, making him snicker a little. Medic noticed.
“Huh? Vat is it? Do I have something on me?”
He questioned, brushing off his shoulders and searching for anything on his person.
“Herr Engineer, I don’t- ACK!”
He let out an inhuman yelp as Heavy scooped him up on one bicep, sitting him on his shoulder with ease. Medic crossed his legs and sat as if he was on a pedestal. His hands froze in mid air, utterly dumbfounded, his face turning beet red.
The people still hanging around cheered at his feat, and he basked in it, flexing his arm with Medic atop. Medic hid his face in the clipboard, his heartbeat quickening pace. He almost trembled.
Heavy looked up at his shoulder buddy, and noticed his body movements. He was confused and genuinely began to put him down.
“Is Doctor okay…?”
Medic shielded his face with the board.
“Yes-No- sorry I just… don’t enjoyheights- I REALLY SHOULD BE GOING NOW GOODBYE EVERYONE!”
He garbled as he speed walked away. Heavy had never seen that display of emotion from the Doctor before. He was mostly stoic and serious, never… hot and bothered? Why did he react like that? He wasn’t angry, they would know that, definitely. Medic would always show it as he became snappy and short tempered. He wasn’t ACTUALLY afraid of heights, either. Heavy wasn’t sure if this man was scared of anything, really.
This was one new emotion he had never seen befo-
Medic was flustered.
He was flustered like a teenage fangirl.
Heavy stared down the hallway, thinking about his own little revelation. Huh. He never realised his strength could do that too.
“COUGH-showoff”
Scout said under his breath.
“What did Scout say…?”
“NOTHIN’!”
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Medic flew open his swinging doors of his lab, tossing his board the the floor and planting himself on his chair on wheels in the middle of the room, pulling himself to a table where he buried his burning face in his gloved hands.
Spy was already there. He rested against the wall, dragging a cigarette with a shit-eating grin on his face. Medic knew that. Medic knew he was behind this.
“You told him to do zhat, didn’t you.”
He kept smiling, but stayed silent.
“Is zis because I keep telling you to lay off the cigarettes?! Zey do no good for you… you know.”
Spy just scoffed, holding it between his fingers.
“I know you are fond of him, Docteur. I just like seeing how he…”
“Ruffles your feathers.”
He remarks. Slipping out of the med bay doors, sly as a fox.
Medic turned away from the door, head still in hands. His chest fluttered and his face was as rosy red as his gloves. Spy just loved to mess with them all. He poked and prodded around Medic like a lion in a cage. He knew what pushed his buttons. How did he even… decipher that?
Medic thinks back about Heavy, again. All he can do is beam a smile as he buried his head deeper into his arms.