Forced Together? (Tankman x Female Reader)

Fix It Please!

Tom finally stopped.

Me and Randy were exhausted, practically panting.

Both Randy and Stan took off their helmets.

"Wait what are you guys doing? Where in an open area!" I gestured towards the side we just ran across.

"But we're not there anymore?" Said Randy out of breath. I got a good look at him.
He has scruffy brown hair that slightly flopped over his currently sweaty forehead. It was well trimmed. He had grey eyes, a tan complexion, along with a small scar on the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah look around you Y/N." Said Tom as he put his hand out to show me the plaza.

It was bursting with life.

The plaza floor was made out of packed dirt and some wood.
Soldiers were talking to each other without a care in the world, having glasses of beer and smoking around used large spools of electric cable wires.

Small open hut-like structures were built out of old wood.
Some serve as shops, others as bars.

Almost no one was sitting alone, everyone was engrossed in something.

"Come one, let's show you around." Said Stan. I turned to face him. With his helmet off I could better see his face.
He had black, crudely brushed hair, which was shaved below the top, with a wisp of grey hair hanging in the front, which I assumed to be a forelock. He had a tan line of where his goggles were. His eyes were light brown, and he had fair skin, but he was tanning a bit.

"Sure okay, you wanna get that watch fixed first?"

"Yeah I know a guy, you guys wanna come?"

"Nah I'm fine here," Said Tom, and he made himself comfortable sitting at one of the makeshift tables. He moved his chair to face the direction where we came from.
Stan shrugged as he ushered me and Randy to accompany him.

We both began to walk more into the plaza. I was taken aback with all the things happening here.

How was all of this allowed?

Why were so many people off duty?

Was all this beer stolen or what?

I began to get a couple stares, but I tried my best to ignore them. Both Stan and Randy noticed, and positioned themselves in a way where I was sandwiched between them.

Eventually we reached one of the huts that was decorated with old walkie-talkies, watches, clocks and other battery powered gadgets.
Stan rung the small bell that was gingerly placed on the middle of the table.

The chair that I didn't even notice when I first saw the hut began to turn around. A man with a helmet that was clearly fixed with mismatched metals came into frame. He outstretched his arm, he was missing his pinky.

"Nice to see you again Stan, has it been 6 months already?." His spoke, he sounded oddly formal,  voice did not match his appearance at all.

Stan shook his hand. "I don't think so, but either way it nice to see you again."

"I see." He turned around and gazed upon me and Randy. "I see you got new recruits? How long have they lasted already?"

"Like a week."  He fished the watch out of his pocket and slided it across the table.

"That's good, are you still working with Tom?" The man removed his helmet, letting his rather spiky hair out. With his goggles still on his face, he pressed a button on the side of them, releasing a small series of magnifying glass, slightly adjusted before going back to the watch.

"Yeah I still am, I feel like he's a bit over worked currently."

"Oh, is that so? Did he fail a big mission recently?" 

"Yeah, he doesn't really like it when I tell other people, but I'm pretty sure he got a big hit on his face. His goggles cracked and everything."

The man slid the watch back to Stan and he put it back on his wrist, and pulled out a silver coin as payment.

"Well he could get it fixed, just like your watch." He said, as he placed the money in a small box.

"Well he doesn't want to, I can't really argue with that." Sighed Stan.

"Well it's his choice."

"Yeah it is... Anyways thanks for replacing the battery, see you again in a couple months?"

"Sure, it's always a pleasure to see you." The man put his helmet back on and turned his chair back into the shadows.

Stan came back to me.

"So you want anything  from here?"

"Any chance I could get a coffee?" I said.

"Sure can, buddy!" Said Randy abruptly, making me jump a little. He was holding three glasses of beer and a single chilled coffee in a glass jar.

"Wait, how did you get this you, weren't you with me?"

"I got bored of hearing these two talk, so I thought I might as well go get drinks." He proudly showed us them.

"How did you know I wanted coffee though?" I narrowed my eyes.

Randy's mouth stretched a bit as he averted his eyes, "Lucky guess?" He shrugged, forcing a smile.

I looked at him a bit before Stan said we should go back to Tom. I agreed, but I will not forget how Randy knew this.

Note to self, find out if he's a mind reader.