Disclaimer: I don't own the characters

(A/N) I was really hesitant to post this, because I wasn't sure if I wanted to turn it into one big oneshot or chop it into chapter. So I'm gonna post this first little teaser.

"Lean into me."

"I am."

"More."

"I'm going to fall!"

"Hush, do as I say."

Scout barely hid the scowl on his face as he tried to follow the taller man's orders. Spy, was being…patient. Gripping the boy's hand and back tightly he felt a considerable shift in weight as the blonde practically fell forward unexpectedly.

"Too much! You are beginning to annoy me," Spy hissed and let go with a step back.

Arms swinging wide Scout yelped as his face and the ground became acquainted in rapid momentum. He spat a few choice words as he clutched his cheek, there was going to be a bruise on his cheek bone in the morning. Watching with disinterest Spy merely waited for his moody partner to stand up.

"You are relying on yourself too much. Apilado is trust; it is giving into your partner and your partner giving into you. We should be equal and even, we become one. Without me you will fall, without you I will fall."

Staring at the Frenchman he rolled his eyes, he was beginning to sound like a preacher. Crossing his arms Scout sneered.

"I did that, you walked away and I fell!"

"Non! You expect me to drag you around ze dance floor like a sack of manure?"

"Hey!"

"That is enough for tonight. Leave, I am done with you."

Scout almost pounced on the man as he was waved away with a hand. Was that frog really implying that he, the King of Boston, was nothing more than mound of shit? Before he could even fly off the handle Spy was out the door of the warehouse, jacket slung on his arm and the scent of nicotine fading away. So maybe he should have paid a little more attention, Spy was taking the time to teach him the basic. Snorting like a dragon Scout grabbed his backpack and bat, leaving the old warehouse for warmer company.

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BLU had been advancing slowly but surely the day Scout had gotten a bullet through the leg. Scout chalked it up to pure luck, because otherwise how else would that sissy BLU even come close to grazing him?

Panting Scout had his back pressed flush against the concrete building he was using as shelter, the bullet had lodged itself into the meat of his calf. The fucking thing was festering like a bitch. No way would he be able to run, let alone walk the bullet shoving precious muscle and veins to uncomfortable positions. Bloody seeped steadily into his sock and even after calling for the Medic Scout was trying to stand up. He wasn't stupid enough to get caught like a sitting duck. Excruciating pain and pressure emanated from the wound, his sock was an angry red and barely 5 feet away he crumbled to the ground groaning.

Whether the bullet had shattered the bone or not he wasn't sure, just that he was done for if an enemy happened upon him. Bat in his lap and scatter gun in hand Scout feel the sweat soaking his back, and how harsh he was breathing. It wasn't like he hadn't had a bullet lodged in him before, but those were few and far between, he was an expert and evading. Each incident had been a special case, and this one was no different, the Sniper must have fucked lady luck good to catch him so cleanly.

Trying to calm his breathing Scout swiveled his head this way and that. The feeling of blood slipping into his shoe sent a chill creeping under his skin and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Calling out once more he readied his gun, blue eyes held the wild light of an animal back into a corner, Scout was ready to fight tooth and nail for his life. Sure, respawn was always a backup, but the devilish contraption gave him the willies and he avoided it as much as possible. Besides, Medic should go out of his way to heal him, he was their best member in his opinion.

"You look terrible."

Gun pivoting to the right and up Scout witnessed their Spy uncloaking, the hint of a smirk on his goddamn face.

"You don't have a bullet in your leg."

Blue eyes dipped down the body of his teammate, tall, suave and annoying as hell. Stopping at his dripping sock Scout rested his head back against the wall, he was losing blood faster than he thought. Spy wandered closer, peering down at his injured comrade and noted the sweat beading on his brow.

"Ze Sniper?"

"Yup."

"You're getting old."

"Bullshit. He got lucky."

A smirk came and went along Spy's lips at the boy's cockiness. Even with his leg torn up he still had mind to tell anyone and everyone that he was still better than them.

"You know Medic will have to dig ze bullet out before he can heal you."

"Yeah, thanks for reminding me captain obvious," Scout growled and wiped a bandaged hand across his forehead.

"If you do live through zis, shall we meet at ze warehouse tonight?"

Scout takes a breath, looking up into the man's eyes and sees something akin to concern, but the Frenchman is starting to blur around the edges and he wipes sweat from his face again.

"So you can yell at me some more?"

"Non, so zat I may laugh at your two left feet," Spy teased lightly.

Scoffing Scout just nodded and fell silent. The pain was lancing up his leg, leg muscles seized as he tried to relax instead of curling around the wound like a child protecting his boo-boo. When he looked up next Spy had disappeared like the ghost he was. Minutes passed in silence and strained winces as the young man tried to keep still.

"Doktor! Leetle Scout is here!"

His savior would be a big man with a big gun.

"Excellent, Herr Heavy."

Rolling his head to see the two men Scout thanked his lucky stars it wasn't the enemy that hadn't imagined them. Heavy jogged past to keep tabs on the security of their position while Medic crouched next to him.

"Ach, Scout, you sloppy little man."

Trademark scowl in place Scout let the man take over. Blood oozed lazily from the wound as Medic went about his job, finally succumbing to the pain and sight of medical instruments digging through his flesh Scout slipped into unconsciousness.