A/N: This is going to be a collection of 100 one-word prompt inspired drabbles, of various pairings and ratings. Hope you guys enjoy, this is my first TF2 story.

Strength

Rating: K

One had to admire Heavy's brute strength. Although one had to also admire his control over said strength. He could lug around his beloved Sasha with ease, swinging her around as if she weighed nothing to hit target after target. But during ceasefire he handled her with the tenderness of a parent cradling a new born, cleaning her with such devotion some were sure he was convinced that she was his child.

A little known fact was that Heavy was quite fond of animals of any kind, particularly the smaller cute ones. And he showed the same gentleness as he did his favorite weapon to said animals, including Medic's pet doves.

It wasn't uncommon to find the large man in Medic's office during cease fire, even when not injured, to visit the flight, sometimes even seen singing Russian folk songs to them and talking to them in his native tongue.

Medic didn't particularly mind. The larger man usually kept his voice down while visiting the birds so he didn't disrupt his work or anyone who was resting. And he was far better a singer than one would expect. The birds seemed to enjoy the attention as well. And on lonely nights when he had to work late on one thing or another, company was nice, even if the attention was not on him.

So when Heavy was forced to have bed rest for a particularly bad case of the flu, shut away from both his Sasha and the Doves, the resident doctor couldn't help but feel bad for him.

"Guten Tag, mein Freund." Medic greeted as he approached the Russian, who after three days of rest was looking much healthier. "How are ve feeling today?"

Heavy sat in his bed, a tray with his breakfast in his lap. "Good, Doktor!" He said, happy to at least see his friend every day. Although he would have to seeing as he was treating him. He noticed that the German was holding something behind his back. "What you have?" He asked in his broken English.

But Medic understood and with a warm smile he brought his hands in front of him, Archimedes cooing gently on his palms.

"Bird!" Heavy greeted and gingerly took the dove from Medic's hold. "I thought I not allowed to see birds." He pointed out, clearly confused, although not at all displeased.

"Yes, vell, there should be no danger so long as you wash your hands afterwards." Medic told him and the larger man agreed at once before gently petting the top of Archimedes' head with one large finger, the dove just cooing in return for the affection.

It always amazed the smaller man how his birds never flinched in Heavy's grip, despite the fact that the man could so easily crush them should he chose to, or even by accident. They seemed to know somehow that no harm would come of them. And Medic was amazed by how much control he had over so much strength.

Perhaps that was true strength.

Medic let out a soft chuckle, gaining a curious look from Heavy. He got an even more confused and curious look when he pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. "Finish getting better, Ja? The other doves miss you." With that he left the larger man to rest.

A/N: Not sure about how it ended but all and all I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it :3