TF2 x child! Reader - Mercenary Malfunction

The Past Unspoken

     "He's my brother." You repeated to Spy, who was silent and wide eyed. "My big brother....... He....... Was kinda the one who took care of me. My Mother had work and my Father...... I never knew the whole situation." You turn on your side. Not wanting Spy to see your whole face. You look down at the photo in your hand. It is of your brother with lighting to his left side only. "He was a photographer. He loved everything but himself. I'm surprised you actually found this photo! It is the only time my brother took a picture of himself." Your heart sank with the thought of warm summer breezes and adventures into the plains where your brother would take pictures of you dressed up in costume. "He made a silent film project for school about the The Warrior Plain staring just me once. Would you like to hear the story?" You didn't look over your shoulder to see Spy's facial response.
        "I don't see why not." Spy laid his head down off his hand and observed the photo over your head.
         "It's the story of a you girl being more brave and strong than all the other male warriors despite their harassment because she was a female warrior. No matter how hard she fought to gain respect and recognition in all her conquests she was always brushed off. In the end she proves herself more worthy than all the men by standing up to sacrifice herself in the kings place because the other male warriors failed to protect to the kingdom. Of course that was not how she proved herself, most men just thought she had a death wish. Until it is revealed in the end that the 'King' who was to be executed was not the real king but a servant of the castle sent in the place for the king, for the king was too cowardly to face his own defeat. Only to the audience's knowledge, they knew the female warrior knew that it was merely a servant in the kings place. She still took the death for the servant anyway, not wanting any life of any class to be harmed. For if the invaders found out about the King's replacement servant then they would have pillaged and killed the whole village. Sadly it ended with no glory given to the female warrior about her selfless death. The village lived on forgetting her name and victories till the end of time. It was left to the audience to know what was truly going on." Little to your knowledge, tears were flowing down the bridge of your nose and side of your cheek down to the velvet couch. Spy stayed silent, shocked by the story's plot.
" 'our brother came up with that whole story?!" Spy looked down at you with wide eyes until he saw your tears streaming down your face. He sighs and lets his shock go. Gently he rubs your small back and wipes away your tears. It wasn't until you felt Spy's hand wiping away your tears did you notice you were crying.
"I'm sorry Spy. I know you don't care and my explanation of that story was useless. I also got tears on your couch, i'm sorry." You sat up and didn't take your eyes off the photo. "I...... Don't know what happened to my brother. Before the attack on my town came, I started seeing my brother less and less. Like he was disappearing from my life. Until one day he never came back home. I didn't have time to comprehend what happened to him before I found myself in my own troublesome predicament." You stay quiet for a few minutes and finally tuck the photo away. "I'll clean your couch tomorrow morning. I pro-" Before you could finish your sentence, Spy wrapped you up in his arms and gave you a snug embrace.
       "Non mon pétit amour. Don't be sorry. I don't usually sympathize any one but I did inquire about 'our past and I got my answer." Spy lifted you up and stood up off the couch. He placed you down on your feet in front of him facing the door. "I understand (Y/n). I'm sorry I brought up a sensitive topic. 'Ou should go to bed now, non?" Spy looked down at you with a sad smile. You look up at him and nod in agreement. You walked yourself back to your room and into bed. There you fell into a restless sleep.

Spy watched you walk out of his room quietly. After a good few minutes passed, Spy was sure you had left his vicinity. He walks to his door and looks around the hall way to see no sign of you. He turns to his right, heading for the rec-room. Once there, he enters the room where the rest of the team sat in chairs around the table that had a speaker in the middle.
"Alright Gentlemen. 'Ou 'eard 'er whole story, oui? (You heard her whole story, yes?)" All the men in the room nodded their heads.
"Well that explains the dog-gone idiot on a motorbike chasing us down all th' time." Engineer was the first to speak up but not too loudly in fear of waking you up.
"да. Motor man looks like man in photo." Heavy held a copy of the photo from your pocket. He set it down on the table and Scout leans over to look at it.
        "Ye. Same hair and eyes. As far as I could tell. Dudes been tracking us worse than the damn blues!" Scout thrusts himself back in his seat with a thump with his arms crossed and he huffs out an annoyed growl. "He's her brotha? So? Dude abandoner her a long time ago. Who does he think he is tryin' to come back and take (y/n)? Poor girly would probably be killed if we gave her to him. He don' know what's goin' on!" Scout's anger rose and made him become a little too loud.
       "Shut it mate!" Sniper whisper yelled and lightly slapped the back of Scout's head. "You'll wake the sheila up." Spy sighed and took the photo from off the table.
        "We can't kill 'im. And 'e won't reason with talking. What do we suggest we do, gentlemen?" Spy takes his seat and looks around the table.
         "We have been planning this for two weeks to get the story out of (y/n). There must be something someone thought of!" Soldier lifted his helmet to make eye contact with all the men. Every single one of them snapped their gazes downward in shame.
          "Ja. How to kill him. But wie can't do zhat now." Medic sadly looked down and all the men had murmured their agreement. Grudgingly, even Spy had agreed to only thinking about how to kill the sneaky weasel.
          "Let's jus' deal with his attacks for now, our respawn still works here, right?" A sober Demomen chimed in. Most of the men didn't want to agree but after a few minutes of internal debating in them selves, they all agreed it would be best to have someone on guard in the security room at all times. Heavy agreed to go first sense he didn't feel tired. So from that point on, all the men switched places in watching the security cameras to make sure (y/n) and the others would be safe from your brother's attacks and prepare for his next move.