Run Away [TF2XREADER]

Chapter 30- Why is Today Important?

"When do we start?"

Spy fished a cigarette out of his coat. "Not now, of course. I need to make some plans first. But soon, I assure 'ou." He lifted the cigarette up to his lips, his lips clenching it between his teeth as he went to light it when Medic piped up. "Spy! I told jou, no smoking in my medbay!" Spy rolled his eyes at Medic's remark, turning to leave. But before he left he turned back to look at you but didn't look you in the eye. "I recommend 'ou start preparations as well, petit ado." He then left out of the set of doors, vanishing from sight and leaving you and Medic alone in the medbay. You let out a breath of air, one that you hadn't even realized you had been holding in. You were incredibly anxious about having to possibly lose control of yourself again. Medic placed a hand on your shoulder, to which you jumped as a part of you had even forgotten he was there. "I believe that would bring our little meeting to an end, ja?" He had a soft look on his face with a hint of excitement, likely because he was actually feeling quite thrilled that you would be trying to activate your 'failsafe' as it was now being called. He was definitely going to have to be there when you did activate it, and he was going to record every bit of it.

You looked up at Medic, letting a small smile of relief show itself upon your face. You may have been nervous, but now that the actual conversation was over, a lot of your anxiety was running its course out of your system. "Y-Yeah, I guess so." He smiled, patting you on the back. "Zhen jou may leave. But, ah-" You turned to face him, to which he put both of his hands on your shoulder. A serious expression made its way onto Medic's face as his icy blue eyes stared into your own E/C eyes. "-if jou ever feel jou need to talk about any of zhe zhings having to do vith jour body, please come to me." You understood the earnest nature of the moment, but a part of you couldn't help but make a small puberty joke. But you nodded anyway, thanking the doctor. You then left, waving him goodbye as he did the same. You headed back to your room, not knowing what else to do. You decided to relax and maybe doodle a little and read through Medic's and Heavy's notebooks. You finally left your room after you took a shower, trying to relieve any remaining anxiety you may have had. No matter what, there was going to be a bit of residual anxiousness remaining due to your apprehension toward having to do with the eventuality of your training with Spy. But, you did your best not to think about it anyway.

Arriving at the rec room, you sat on a couch next to Heavy watching Scout play his video game while Sniper and Soldier sat around the room as well. Sniper and Heavy were minding their own business, Heavy reading a book, and Sniper a magazine. Soldier watched Scout play his game intently, as you did as well. At one point Scout lost and Soldier called him a sissy for it, taking the controls from him and tried to beat the game himself. He ended up losing quicker than Scout had. He wore a blank expression, while Scout bounced his leg and waited for Soldier to hand the controller back. This interaction caused you and Heavy to let out a small chuckle, Sniper only looking up from his magazine to smile and laugh softly as well. Soldier left after this, allowing Scout to play his games in peace. Heavy got up soon after that, going into the kitchen, likely to make lunch. Scout lost again and got frustrated, and left. Sniper left after him, putting his magazine down on the small table next to the sofa he was sitting on. When he left, you noticed that he had forgotten his sunglasses. Looking down the hall he had left out of, you didn't see coming back to get them, so you went over and picked up the glasses, scanning them intently. You glanced back again, checking to see if anyone was coming down the hall. No one was. So, he left behind his glasses? I should probably go get him and give them back to him. You then had a hilarious thought. But first... You smirked as you put on the glasses, putting your hand on your hips. Haha, I'm the Australian Sniper now! You brought your hand up to your chin, going ahead and trying to and mimic Sniper's accent. "G'day, mate! Alright- no- Alroight, alroight alright, what's all this then? What the bloody hell are ya mates doin'?" You giggled to yourself, having a stupidly great time. You brought your hands up, acting as if you had an imaginary sniper rifle in your hands. "I got moi eye on ya!" You closed an eye as if you were aiming down the sights of your imaginary rifle, about to shoot, when you turned around to see Sniper standing at the entrance to the hall. Your smile dropped as he continued to look at you as if he were trying not to laugh. "Were- were you mimicking me?" You looked away guiltily. "Uh... No..." Sniper smiled and let out a bark of laughter, clearly seeing through you. You blushed out of embarrassment but still smiled since he wasn't upset or anything. Taking off the glasses, you awkwardly went over to the mercenary and handed them back, still avoiding his eyes. He calmed down somewhat, wiping a tear from his eye as he took the glasses from you, putting them on. "Well- hehe- Well, you do have a good Australian accent there, Roo. I could even say I'm proud." If it were at all possible, you got even redder, muttering out a small, "Thanks." He chuckled again, patting your head, and then turning back around to leave. You sat down on the nearest sofa, burying your head in a pillow as you continued to blush madly. You couldn't help but let a smile spread across your face, due to the shenanigans that had played out. Even though you were embarrassed out of your mind, it was silly and fun, being able to do that. It was a nice feeling for you, just being able to mess around stupidly and sillily like you had when you were a child.