Tf2 ONE-SHOTS...Idk

Spy! x F!Reader! Expiration Date: Part Two!

"Bonjour, zhe Spy here. Mademoiselle Author..unfortunately isn't 'ere today so me and zhe ozher men shall be writing part deux-"

*muffled yelling*

"Aheh, zhat was nozhing😅"

Me: *bites hand*

Spy: "Ahhhhhaha-oowww!! Merde!! What was zhat for?!"

Me: *snatches phone and glares at Spy*

"Sorry readers, but no. None of the mercs are going to write today."

"Merde, I 'ave to see zhe Medic.."

"Mkay. Oh, and while your at it, get me a cough drop!"

*Spy walking to the infirmary*

"I don't zhink so-"

"Thanks!"

Spy: *grumbles annoyingly*

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Y/N POV

I was walking out of the room with Soldier, annoyed/ relieved he interrupted me

I looked over at him and he was tossing his bucket up into the air

Then a thought struck me

"Hey Sol?"

He called over his shoulder, concentrating on the bucket

"What is it?"

"Why are you so fascinated with bread and buckets?"

He stopped and looked at me

"It's Nun-ya,"

'Nun-ya?'

"What's 'Nun-ya?' "

He went back to tossing the bucket and continued walking

"Nun-ya business" he answered

'Ha, nice one', I thought sarcastically

We halted as we heard something rolling down the hall.

I looked up as we saw three carts come around the corner

Strategist, and Medic were pushing carts of bread, and Engie had two teleporters on his cart. They were probably heading down to the lab, I inferred

"Strange, huh?" I asked Soldier

As they passed by, Medic's cart hit a bump and a loaf of bread fell off

I felt Soldier tense and I looked at him

He was holding his bucket to his chest, like he was protecting it

I pat his shoulder

"Don't worry, Sol. Just stay away from the bread and you'll be fine," I smiled and left him with his bucket

As I walked away, Soldier smirked at the loaf...

(Le timeskip)

I was in the LAB with Engie, Medic and Strategist, testing the bread

...well, not really.. just watching them since I had nothing else to do

As Medic was sticking one of Heavy's sandwiches with a syringe, Engie and Strategist were fiddling with a teleporter

'What can I do.. 57 hours left to live, what a shame'

I thought despairingly

I leaned against the wall and laid my head against it's hard, cold surface and closed my eyes

Suddenly, the overcom whizzed to life and someone blew into it