It all started when Medic told Scout and Pyro to go into the garden shed behind the fort to look for extra cleaning supplies. The team had been running low for awhile, and with the new development of team's recent food fight (a deadly battle waged between Scout, Heavy, Soldier, Demo, and Spy), they were in dire need. Scout grumbled about missing out on the fight. His only souvenir was a large ketchup stain that covered his entire left side. He very clearly remembered Soldier accidentally stepping on the bottle and accidentally (or was it a tactical move?) letting loose a huge spurt of the ketchup. He also very clearly remembered the deadly meatball (thrown by Spy) that had hit his head and knocked him into said ketchup.
Anyway, the two of them had gone to the back of the fort. Since they were stationed in Borneo and not in a dustbowl like Dustbowl, there were actual changing seasons, and thus there was a sizeable amount of greenery. The shed looked like it hadn't been opened in several years, and Scout had to recruit Pyro's help to pull it open. After they had successfully entered, Pyro had gotten bored pretty fast, and they went out to look around in the garden. So, Scout had search duty.
However, he had only been looking around for a little bit when he heard a mumbled exclamation of triumph.
"Mmph!" Pyro said from the garden. Scout got up from the accidental mess of cleaning supplies he had made and threw a tarp over it, and then went out to see what Pyro had found.
"What's up, Py?" He asked.
"Brrcksrrchrr." Pyro said, holding it up to show him. Scout did think that the item could indeed be used that way, but he was pretty certain that what Pyro had obtained was a rake. It had a wooden handle with a green metal head. A single leaf was stuck on the end.
Scout looked at the tool, and then his gaze shifted to the ground, which was covered in a bunch of freshly-fallen autumn leaves. Pyro and Scout locked eyes (mask?) and grinned.
Medic was preoccupied with a group of four mercenaries, who were all sitting in the back corner of the rec room. Engineer had jokingly built a little fence around it some time before, which was labeled with "Time-Out Corner." However, Medic had put it good use several times already.
"What in tarnation were you boys thinking?" Engineer scolded. He and Medic were sort of the team parents, and were often the ones giving lectures on wrongdoing.
Heavy and Soldier were doing good jobs of looking like guilty children, but Demo had fallen asleep and Spy merely looked away haughtily, which was something of a feat, because all four of the full-grown adults were all squished together in a tiny pen. Sniper looked smugly from afar, having escaped the wrath of the team parents. Then, Medic sentenced him to cleaning up the mess with what little supplies they had until Scout and Pyro returned. While Medic and Engineer were talking to Sniper, Soldier let out a loud cough that sounded suspiciously like a triumphant laugh.
Sniper looked at Soldier dead on, but he had already gone back to wearing his guilty puppy face.
While Pyro was using the "backscratcher" for its designated purpose, Scout had to make due with his arms, because there were no more rakes. So he enthusiastically scooped up armfuls of dried leaves and carried them over to the growing pile. After the first minutes of working outside, he started getting cold.
"Hold up, Py. I'm gonna grab a jacket." He announced. However, before he could go in, Pyro had somehow pulled out a track jacket out of the depths of their suit. "Oh sweet!" Scout took the article of clothing. He nearly put it on when he remembered he was covered in ketchup. Then, shrugging, he pulled off the stained shirt and pulled the jacket on top of his undershirt.
This was a normal occurrence. Who knew the end of the things trapped inside that sack? But Pyro frequently came up with useful things when hanging out with Scout, and they give a thumbs up. The two of them went back to gathering all the leaves from around the area. There was a woody, forested area not too far from the back of the base, so even after they exhausted the supply around the shed, they had another source.
"Herr Engineer, where is Scout?" Medic asked, clearly fed up with the team. "He and Pyro should have returned by now."
Engineer frowned, thinking. "Dunno. S'pose I can go check while you keep an eye on these troublemakers." Medic agreed to this, and pulled up a chair to sit on while watching the four said troublemakers. Somehow they had arranged themselves so that Heavy was sitting on the floor, and the other three were all in his lap, with Spy planted solidly in between Demo and Soldier. Spy looked long-suffering, although part of that was probably due to the fact that his expensive suit was soaked through with raw egg.
"Docteur… might we please get out of this ridiculous setup?" He asked quietly, clearly annoyed at being sandwiched between three of the bulkiest and burliest people on the team. The food fight had been disrupted right before he was about to get revenge on Soldier, so he was also irritated by that. This was also his first time in the time-out corner.
"Nein. Spy, you need to learn your lesson." Medic replied sternly. "No food fights in the base."
"But you cannot blame me! It was not my fault." Spy folded his arms as best as he could. Medic opened his mouth to say something back, but suddenly Spy had stood up. "Docteur! You are not my mother! I am a grown man and you cannot force me to sit in this ridiculous fence!" Demoman's hand suddenly touched Spy's calf. The rogue looked down at him. Demoman wore a face of sympathy.
"Lad…" He began to say, when he was interrupted by looking at Medic's face.
"Herr Spy." He said. Spy froze at the tone of Medic's voice. In about two seconds, Spy had somehow managed to climb out of the pen and was out the door. Medic smiled.