Agent Vermont (Red Vs Blue OC)

Season 11 Episode 3

Okay, this chapter ended up a lot freaking longer than I intended it to be, sorry lol.

I raised my fists, bouncing on the balls of my feet, grinning widely.

Wash looked so nervous I am surprised he agreed to this. Both of us were a bit out of shape, not in like having not exercised or anything, but out of practice against fighting someone who could be on our level. With Tucker I had to tone it way down so I didn't hurt his ego too much, or smash him into the floor enough to give him a concussion. 

He has been improving through leaps and bounds, so I can't judge him that much.

"Maybe we shouldn't... I saw that training back in Project Freelancer when you took down Maine like he wasn't a large and terrifying guy." Wash said nervously.

"Oh, come on, Wash, do you want to improve? I promise not to pummel you into the floor... too badly." I said with a smirk.

He sighed, "I cannot believe I agreed to this." He said, before nearly surprising me. I tend to forget that Wash's way of fighting was a mix of learning from his enemies and surprise. If he honed that more in Project Freelancer, I wouldn't have been surprised if he did beat York.

I dodged lightly around him, hitting his shoulder. We both decided to do this with our armor on, to prevent bruising, and no weaponry.

He rolled and spun, his eyes narrowing. I smirked. This is gonna be fun. I didn't hold back, like I did with Tucker. I moved at viper like speed, moving first left, then right, before swinging a leg out in a spin and knocking him off his feet.

I smirked as he grumbled into the dirt from my position of my hands on the dirt and foot still outstretched.

"This, right here? This is why I do not want to train with you." Wash grumbled into the dirt, sending me busting out laughing.

"Come on! I only knocked you off of your feet once, just ask Tucker how many times I have made him eat dirt." I said with a smirk.

"Too many fucking times! I think I have dirt permanently stuck in my teeth!" I heard Tucker call from inside the base, making my smirk grow wider. Wash sat up and glared at me, dirt stuck to his white blonde hair.

"Yep, and that is where I call this a failure." Wash grumbled and then glared up at the base. I looked up to see Tucker holding something that looked suspiciously like a camera.

"And that calls for a hundred squats, Tucker!" Wash called up, making Tucker groan and drop his head back, sagging his body and walking away like a kid told to do his laundry. I had a hand over my face to hold in the laughter.

Wash glared at me as he stomped on by, picking up his helmet and putting it on his head in an angry way. I picked up my helmet and shook my head before securing it over my head. That fight didn't last like I wished. I didn't think Wash was that quick to give up but it could just be that he is terrified of me.

I guess he still remembers the somewhat cool but yet still extremely terrifying assassin of Project Freelancer. My smiled faded behind my helmet as I thought of the fact that I might face that more now than I did before. I guess I am just lucky that the reds and blues still see me as Mutey. I hope it stays that way, I don't want them to see me as terrifying freelancer and separate me from the group.

I don't see that happening though.

I followed behind Tucker after a while, having seen him go in the direction of the caves next to blue base. I looked to see Wash watching with crossed arms as Tucker did squats and counted them aloud. To prevent Tucker from being annoyed with me just standing there watching, I moved to my dummy. I raised my fists, bouncing on the balls of my feet before striking out, bouncing left and right and doing my best to learn new ways to make my attacks unpredictable.