TF2 x child! Reader - Mercenary Malfunction

Developing

After that night, things had changed. You came out of your room a lot more. You went exploring around the base but not too far. If you were lucky and caught Engie in the right mood he would let you sit and watch him work. The more time you spent around Soldier and his loud nature the less you got scared of him. You even helped him cheat in a game of poker against Spy and Demoman. Which was quite hilarious seeing Spy and Demo's faces when they thought Soldier was smart enough to pull off such a move by himself. Heavy let you read all the books you wanted in the base's library. Scout had even lent you his old sketch book and pencil for you to draw when ever you got bored. Scout was actually an amazing artist. His sketches of the team were great and although rough, well thought out.
       Right now you cooped yourself up in your room sketching out a napping Archimedes on your window ceil. You could hear half the team in the living room chatting aggressively about wether dill weed would be a dill pickled flavoured weed or weed in a dill pickle. Most likely this argument was brought about because of Scout but you don't want to go out there and find out. Within the hour the argument started, the loud voices dimmed out and shuffling was heard as all the men left each other. Such dramatic discussions they have, it entertains you but from a distance. All was going well until Archimedes sprung up from his sleep and flew away quickly out your window. Before you could wonder what disturbed him you heard loud footsteps storming to your room then the door being kicked open.
"TIME FOR TRAINING, MAGGOT!" You jumped at Soldier's voice and looks at him in confusion. "The Doc want's you to RUN! So you will RUN!" Soldier happily grabbed you by the back of your shirt collar and dragged you to the track. There, Soldier made you jog one lap, walk the next, then sprint half the track. This set repeated a few time with breaks in between where you could get water and stretch. Not like you couldn't handle this training of course. Thanks to living on your own you conditioned yourself for sharp sprints and endurance but it has been awhile sense you have moved so much. At the end of the day though, Soldier took you inside and treated you by giving you a cup of pudding and a silver medal he made himself for surviving the first day of training. You hated working out but to see Soldier's proud happy smile and a cup of pudding in the end made all the sweat and tears worth it. You sat on the kitchen counter eating your pudding, listening to Soldier describe his first days of training when Spy walked in.
" 'Ou actually did as the Doctor told 'ou. I'm impressed Soldier. 'Ow did she do?" Spy poured himself a glass of water and sat on the counter next to you, crossing his legs like some fancy person he is. Spy gently patted your back as Soldier rambled on about how you did ok but could have been better compared to what other's he has trained. Spy leaned down and whispered to you, "Did he give 'ou a medal?" You nodded your head and handed it to him. Spy chuckled, "Then 'ou did good and he likes 'ou. Good job (y/n)." Spy ruffled your hair and slide off the counter. He wrapped his arm around you and scooped you up in his arm. He carried you to the sink where he put his cup away and looked to Soldier. "Soldier! It is (y/n)'s bed time. 'Ow about 'ou tuck 'er in, oui?" You ark an eyebrow at Spy, sense when did you have a bed time? Soldier didn't think you had one either but he shrugged his shoulders and grabbed you by your shirt collar and carried you that way all the way to your room. He sets you on your bed and tucks you under blankets and wishes you good night. Once he leaves as soon as he came you sat up on the bed and laugh lowly. You slide out of your bed and head to the shower room. You peak in and hear a few of the men talking so you quickly ran out of there. Half way to your room after you turn a sharp corner, you hit something solid and fall back. You groan in pain and sit up to see Spy again.
"How many times do I have to run into you in one day?" You stand up and dust yourself off. Spy chuckles and keeps walking, motioning with his hand for you to fallow.
"I thought 'ou were suppose to be in bed." You growl and fallow him behind him reluctantly. You let out a sigh and keep your gaze to the ground.
"I gotta shower. I trained today. But the showers have some of the guys in there so i'm not gonna risk it." Obviously annoyed and tired, Spy himself sighed and shook his head.
"I 'ave a private shower 'ou can use. If 'ou want." You lighten up and look at Spy with wide eyes.
"Really? May I?" You trailed behind him like a curious puppy now. Spy smiled down at you and took you to his room where he showed you his secret bathroom cleverly disguised as a wall pillar. You chuckled and gently hugged his torso. After thanking him for letting you use the bathroom, you went in and took a well deserved shower. Once done, you got out, dried off and dressed in pajamas Spy left you. You were about to leave his room when Spy called you over. He was laying on a red velvet couch, smoking his cigarette as usual. You trudge up and stand beside him.
"(Y/n)..... Who is this?" He takes a photo out from his jacket and hands it to you. You take the photo and your heart sinks. "Out of all the photo's 'ou could 'ave taken, 'ou took this one. Why? Personally, I thought that photo didn't belong with 'our portfolio but it seems to be quite important to 'ou, non?" You holds the picture close and immediately stuff it into your pocket.
         "Don't go snooping around my stuff." You tried your hardest not to cry, thinking about those memories. Your body got tense and you grit your teeth. You turn to march out but Spy grabs you and flings you on to the couch on top of him. He tucks you between his chest and arm against the couch.
         "I didn't snoop. It fell out 'our pocket when I was taking your dirty clothes. So who is it?" Spy was laying on his side with his head propped up with his hand. You tucked between him and the couch. As you groan and turn to fave away from him, Spy simply smiled and let out a soft chuckle. "I won't let 'ou leave until 'ou tell me." You growl and huff.
        "I don't want to tell you." You snap at him and curl up into a tight ball. Spy hummed and really did not respect you or your privacy at all.
        "Hmm..... But 'ou do." He plays with your head and uses your emotions against you. You groan and attempt to flee, only for Spy to pin you down with his free arm. You huff playfully hit his arm.
         "Ssssppppyyy! Let me go! It's none of your business!" You hated how easily Spy could get under your skin. Spy only kept doing it too because he knows for a fact that if you truly wanted him to stop or back off, you would have bitten his arm off at this point, no exaggeration. You sigh and give up fighting him. Slowly you slump down and bury your face into the couch. Spy rubs your back and waits patiently for you to speak. You mumble into the couch.
         "Ehhh... Care to say that again, mademoiselle?" Spy rolls you over and you sigh.
       "He's my brother......"