A Teaspoon of Spice

An Uncertain Apology

Waking up, curled up in your blankets was a slow process.

One that you rushed through. A small part of you was excited to get back to training- slotting into the groove that a patterned schedule gave you.

You threw off your blankets, rolled off the bed and scurried into the bathroom.

Morning showers weren't your forte, but after not getting one straight through the full moon, and the day after, you suspected one was due.

It was quick, and to the point, and you were out of your room rather fast.

You moseyed to Mcree's room, knocking on the door and waiting. After a few minutes of no answer, you knocked again, only for the door to abruptly open.

Mcree looked like death, tousled hair and clothes, bags under his eyes. He didn't have his signature hat on, and barely mumbled a hello before stumbling out.

"You okay there Mcree?" You questioned, doing your best to sling an arm around his tall shoulder.

He nearly fell over with your arm, grumbling tiredly before slinging his own arm over your shoulder, "...Couldn't sleep..."

You get that. You get that a lot.

You walked to breakfast in silence, Mcree yawning every five seconds and you just forcing him to keep pace with your excited gait.

When you finally rolled up to the cafeteria, Mcree was still dead inside. Poor cowboy. Maybe you could help him. It'd be the least you could do after what he did for you.

You slapped his shoulder, "Wait in line- I'll grab you a coffee."

The coffee was on a separate table from the food, so you lumbered in that direction, plucking a cup off the stacks before filling it up.

The coffee was so strong smelling.

Unlike the hot chocolate next to it.

Maybe you'd give it a try.

Setting down Mcree's cup, you grabbed another cup for yourself before turning back around.

A girl was at the hot chocolate dispenser now, and you froze for a brief moment.

You didn't recognize her. But she had a very familiar smell lingering on her.

You glanced at her face, to find that she was already looking at you.

Awkwardly waving your hand you attempted to be friendly, taking a step backwards to give yourself some space.

"Hey!" She waved back, looking between her still filling cup and your empty one, "Fan of hot chocolate?"

"Never had it." You replied, still waiting.

She smiled a big smile before taking a sip of her now filled cup, "Its pretty good-"

A massive hand slapped her back, and she nearly spit hot chocolate all over the floor.

Reinhardt, the big grandpa that he is, had smacked her with a hefty laugh, "HaHa!! Brigitte- tell Soldier I've had worse then three ambushes in one night!"

The girl- Brigitte you assumed- coughed on her hot chocolate before nodding her head, "Definitely more then three- had five that one time."

Reinhardt gave another hardy laugh, hands on his hips and giving Soldier a confident and proud grin.

"That was a tough fight, but the two of us handled it like warriors- it was a good sixty miles from London-..." Reinhardt was already beginning to tell one of his tales- and you weren't sure if Mcree's coffee could take that long.