A/N: These were written for Dearheart42 as part of the FMA Clubhouse forum's Secret Gate Baby gift exchange.
When Winry's wrench clamps down on the very top bolt, Ed cringes at the sting of pain that shoots up and down his leg. She tightens it, her face wrought with concentration, her hand resting on his upper leg. He can feel the calluses born from years of handling tools and machinery. The tip of her tongue sticks out from between her lips, and Ed can't help but notice that she looks kind of cute this way. His face starts to heat up at the thought and he pushes it aside, instead focusing on a high level alchemic equation he found in a library book the other day.
She removes the wrench and drops in on her worktable with a clatter, wiping the sweat off her brow and drawing herself up.
"Okay, you're done," she says. "Try not to bust it up too much this time. I don't even know what you were thinking jumping onto that moving train."
"It wasn't going that fast," Ed grumbles as he experimentally lifts the leg up and down. "And it was all that damn Envy's fault, he ran and I had to chase him."
"But he still got away," Winry points out, eyeballing the leg she just fixed. "And you knocked the plating right off. Now enough, I don't want to argue anymore."
She adds that last part quickly, when Ed opens his mouth to form some other kind of rebuttal that will likely lead them into an all out shouting match ending with Winry's wrench imbedded in Ed's skull.
Ed groans like a child, but says nothing else. He crosses his arms over his chest, the automail one glimmering in the sunlight streaming from an open window. Ed catches a whiff of something right then, something sweet that makes his mouth water. Winry takes notice and gives a sly smile.
"Oh yeah, Granny is making pie tonight," she explains. "Since you broke your automail again, I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't offer you a piece."
His jaw drops and she laughs playfully at the comical display. Regaining himself, Ed charges past her, a man on a mission who will not be stopped by anyone or anything.
"We'll see about that!" he shouts over his shoulder.
Winry makes a noise of indignation and follows him, still laughing the entire way. And though Ed loathes to admit it, her laugher is highly contagious.