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Heavy x Reader

Heavy x Reader -- Fatherly Love

Request for: AlexOfAsgaard

Note: All translations courtesy of google translate, because I'm an uneducated scrub. Hope this is okay, I've never written a character with poor English...so...here is this.

Heavy x Reader

After the last fight, Y/n had gotten a little bit beat up. That didn't usually happen, as she was of the best (and most protected) on the team. Everyone liked her--how could they not? She was sweet and kind, funny and talented. Best of all, she was a great fighter. So, as it was the first time she had to go straight to medical once the fight was over, a few people were going a little crazy.

Namely, Spy and Heavy. Those two were always arguing when it came to the (your class). It was no surprise that when the unnamed angel of the team was hurt, they immediately locked horns.

"Perhaps if you were not so occupied, clomping about the field like a braindead golden retriever with a mini-gun, she would be out here and not in there!" Spy argued, glaring at his teammate who huffed in return.

"At least I was there after, you were still busy when she hurt, you didn't notice, so there I ran." 

Currently, they were sitting in the next room over from the Medic's mad lab. After they had started fighting right outside the door, Medic threatened to sick Archimedes on them, which in itself was a threat enough to make them leave.

"And, she will be fine." Heavy added, after a bit of consideration. "Not much hurt, anyways."

"You would say that." Spy scoffed, crossing his legs. "All limbs in tact, she is fine, no?"
"No." Heavy ground, seeming a bit bored with the conversation.

"If you are not so worried as I, why are you waiting for her?"

"Right thing to do." He seemed to be skirting the question.

"Oh, please, you loom over her like an over sized shadow."
"To protect."
"And we can all see how well you've done there! It is funny, no? You think you have a chance with her?"

"No. Y/n is not in my thoughts like yours."

"I don't even understand what you're saying!" Spy laughed, obviously mocking him. "You claim to have a degree, but what is that without proper English?" After an intense glaring session, Heavy opened is mouth to respond when he was cut off.

"He means to say that he doesn't think about me in a disgusting way, as you seem to."

Y/n was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed. She had a white bandage around her head, but otherwise she was completely unscathed. 

"Y/n, I-" Spy attempted to ramble, but she cut him off.

"Misha's intelligence is not dependent on your definition of 'smart'. In fact, he is teaching me Russian and I sound like a babbling fool. Would he not have the right to call me inept, then?"

"No, certainly not, I-"

"And anyways, darling, your less well-spoken and more loquacious. You open your mouth and you don't stop talking until someone closes it for you. Misha on the other hand is quite concise, and as much as I love you both his company is a nice change from yours, what with the fact it usually leaves me with a headache."

Spy stared at her for a second, in awe, before getting up and stomping away like a hurt three-year old. Y/n sat next to Heavy on the couch.

"That was harsh?" He glanced down at her, and she shrugged. "Pent up feelings. Were you two fighting the whole time I was in there?"
"Mostly. You are fine?"
"I'm very well, thank you. I didn't really need the Medic, anyways."
"For you, it is better too much than regret later." 

It took her a minute, but it finally clicked.

"You're looking for 'better safe than sorry'."

He smiled. "Better safe than sorry."

"There ya go. Now you've got to teach me something."

"Here. YA rad, chto vy khorosho , Y / p . Mne zhal', chto ty postradal."

She furrowed her brow in concentration, and he repeated the phrase again, slower.

"Alright, something about me, being well, and you're sorry I was hurt?""Perfect."

She smiled. "It's not your fault. Thank you for caring."

He sighed and kissed the top of her head. "Ty tak dobr."(1)

"I am not sweet." She argued, earning a loud chuckle.

"Ty samaya milaya devushka, kotoruyu ya kogda-libo vstrechal!"She gasped. "YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU RUSSIAN NERD OR SO HELP ME--VY SDELAYU BOL!"(2) She jumped up from her seat as he broke into hysterics.

"What? What are you laughing at?" She crossed her arms as he struggled for air.

"What is it?!" She demanded, with a small huff. This just made him smile more, and he sighed. "Nichego, ubiytsa. Ty samyy khudshiy russkiy spiker ya znayu."(3)

Not quite catching it, she sat down with another cute huff. "That's what I thought."

Translations

1-You are the sweetest girl I have ever met.

2-You I will make pain.

3-Nothing, killer. You're the worst Russian speaker I know.