A/N: This is totally safe, and has kisses. That is all. Totally consensual, non-sexual, Pyro x Scout. Enjoy.
It was the beginning of a new day, and Pyro pulled on a zipped up turtleneck to match its suit, with an attached skirt-like part to go down the Pyro's thighs. The collar covered its breathing tube, but Pyro didn't mind; that didn't impede it in any way, plus, it was pretty cute.
Pyro strolled out of the bunk rooms and started cooking up two breakfasts. It sat at the table, with its two plates of strawberry pancakes, and pushed one of the plates to the other side of the table as Scout walked by. Scout, with ever the sweet tooth, piped up excitedly. "Is it for me?" Scout asked. Pyro nodded. "Hey, cool, thanks!" Scout pulled out the seat and dug in. Pyro somehow ate its own serving without removing the mask, or even the tall collar. When he was finished, Scout sighed loudly, and stetched out. "Wow, that was actually pretty good. Why don'tcha cook more? Hell of a lot better than whatever else we're eatin'." Pyro only laughed quietly, and rested its chin on its gloved hands.
After a filling breakfast, Scout went out for a morning run, to keep himself sharp. He would run around the back of the base, count a lap, and see how many laps he could do before hitting the wall, and then seeing how many he could do afterwards. It usually ended up being around 15 miles of running in all, taking him just under an hour. When he got back, there was Pyro, with a refrigerated bottle of water, which Scout accepted quickly.
When Scout went to the couches to take the remote from whoever had it, to his surprise, Pyro simply handed it to him. Watching the TV, he had a moment to think about what had happened in his day so far. He got a pancake breakfast, a bottle of cold water after his run, and the remote had just been handed to him. Normally, he would go without these things, or have to get them himself. Scout was having a good day. But when he had a good day, there was always a reason for it. Whether it came down to plain, dumb luck, or to a calculated attempt to raise his confidence on the part of some schemer, there was always a reason. And given that he was currently watching a chef elimination show on the television, Scout figured he could only go up.
First he thought about the pancake breakfast. Pyro had made it, and it was really good, and Scout would eat it again in a heartbeat. Then, after his run, Pyro gave him a bottle of water. Then, Pyro gave him the remote. Scout thought hard. As far as he could tell, there was no connection between water, pancakes, and remote controls, so it had to be something else.
Finally, Scout thought of something. He wasn't good at thinking, but Medic and Engie were total eggheads. They'd figure it out lickity-split, and then Scout would just have to make them translate whatever they said to normal person English. Scout, proud of his brain, went over to the lab. Conveniently, Engineer and Medic were in the same lab, because Engie said the medical bay was the only place in the base quiet enough to work from.
Once in the lab, Scout strolled over to Medic. "'Ey, doc." Medic sighed and rolled his eyes. "Vhat could you possibly vant now, Scout?" Scout leaned on a nearby countertop. "Oh, nothin' much. Listen, you gotta help me figure this out."
Medic put on a skeptical expression. "Scout, if zhis is zhe same question you asked me yesteday.."
Scout smirked confidently. "Pshh, nah, I just gotta know this. So earlier today, Pyro made me pancakes, right?"
Medic was somewhat taken aback. "I don't know, did he?
Scout nodded. "Yeah, he did, but then later, Pyro gave me a bottle of water."
Medic was honestly confused. "Vhat does zhat have to do vhis anything?"
Scout wasn't finished. "Wait, but then later, he gave me the remote. So here's the question, doc: what do they have in common? I can't think of anything, but you're a super egghead, so I thought you'd figure it out, right?"
Medic's eyes narrowed in a combination of astonishment and skepticality, before he shrugged, and gave the most obvious answer he never would've expected. "It sounds like it has taken a liking to you.. It didn't give those things to anyvone else, as far as I know, so in Pyro's eyes, you must be some sort of special case, ja?" Scout's eyes widened. "I knew you'd do it, this explains everything! But wait, do you think it likes me, or that it 'like' likes me?" Medic shrugged again. "I don't know, vhy don't you ask it?" he suggested sarcastically. Scout nodded slowly, thinking aloud. "Well, since it can definitely nod yes or no.. Yeah, thanks doc, seeya!" Scout was out of the door before Medic replied.
Steeling himself for what may or may not be coming, Scout approached Pyro. "Hey, Pyro, you've been pretty nice to me lately, and I guess I'm getting more attention than the rest of the team.." Pyro giggled, and nodded. Scout continued. "And I was wonderin', well, do you like me, like as a friend?" Pyro shifted its hips and head to one side, indicating the same way a raised eyebrow might. Scout opened his mouth a little, unsure what to think, and asked another. "So.. that means you 'like' like me, huh?" Pyro giggled and nodded emphatically.
Scout was entirely dazed. Within the past half a day, Pyro had apparently decided Scout was going to be its. Scout didn't mind the attention; anyone with his athletic prowess and good looks would get some attention, somewhere. However, Scout wasn't sure if he was down to hook up with something whose gender couldn't even be discerned.
Pyro was very excited. It had made clear to the world that Scout was its sweetie, and nothing would seperate them for long, if Scout could just come along with it.
BLU Team was now on it next assignment, driving a bomb up a Badlands cliff by a spiralling upward rail. It beat anybody on the team as to why this particular bluff had to get bombed so bad, but that's what they were paid for, so few people complained. Naturally, being the fastest, and best at pushing carts, Scout was the most important member of the team on most assignments, and made sure Medic knew it. After a lot of tactical pushing and retreating, BLU Team got the job done, because they had the better Scout.
Once back in the base, Scout was chatting excitedly about how cool he was in that last battle, and didn't mind that Pyro was the only one listening. Pyro had gotten itself on the one cheap computer in the base, whose only Wi-Fi came from Engie's own towers, and hurriedly beckoned Scout over. Scout laid eyes upon the page Pyro had pulled up, a website for a nearby fair, and got its point across with tight fists and little jumps.
Before Scout knew it, he was driving Spy's car, unlicensed, with Pyro in the shotgun seat, turtleneck pulled up, holding a printed map of their directions. Scout had a rough idea of how to drive, just ignoring stuff like turn signals, several road signs, and anything to do with stick shifts. They parked further away from the fair, out on the grass, and walked a hundred yards before using some money stolen from their spy for admission.
Pyro's eyes lit up in wonder. In the moment, Pyro was a giggling dervish, going everywhere and seeing everything, where Scout was more a leaf caught and tossed about in the storm. Pyro convinced Scout to drop some money on candy apples, and then accidently dropped said candy apple off the side of a coaster, pouted about it for two minutes, and continued its assault on Scout's attention span.
"Slow down!" Scout called, for perhaps the first time in his life, but for how fast he was, he couldn't quite keep his eye on Pyro in the crowd. Then, Pyro saw it. An enormous, blue plushie gorilla. The only thing somebody would have to do for it was to throw 8 darts and pop 5 balloons. Seemed easy enough, Scout thought. Over the next several minutes, he paid just under 15 dollars retrying the game, but Pyro did get that plush gorilla by the end, even if they did it with almost a hundred dollars of Spy's money. On the bright side, if he was as rich as he looked, said, and acted, he would hardly notice.
Scout jogged out to their car while Pyro flipped a coin to see which bathroom to use, and put the plush gorilla in the back seat so Pyro didn't lose it like the candy apple. They met up again outside of the women's bathroom Pyro had decided to use, and found that the sky's colors were turning to shades of magenta and orange at the edges. The tall ferris wheel, which already stood out for miles, now looked like a beacon of rotating lights under the sky, captivating Pyro immediately, even from the awkward viewing angle. Pyro pulled Scout along that way, beckoning him all the way.
As they waited in the line, Pyro muffled excitedly about kinda everything, and upon getting into one of the cars, eagerly patted the adjacent seat for Scout to stay in. Scout was used to going high, as he had been using his own double-jump technique for years, and then weird Mann Co. weapons like the Soda Popper, the Winger, and the Atomizer. One time, he even tried them together, taking himself to new heights, literally.
Pyro, however, was not so mobile a soul, and as they went up, Pyro quickly realized it had never been so high before. Even if the cliffs off the edge of the Upward location were higher, they certainly didn't move around, or tilt back as one shifted their weight. Pyro looked over the edge nervously, and gasped. They were even higher than it had known. Scout made a wheezing sort of sound, causing Pyro to look over, and realized it had been squeezing Scout's hand tighter and tighter the whole time. Scout looked at Pyro squeezed back, giving it reassurance as they rode the seat over the topof the curve.
The ferris wheel stopped. Pyro made a nervous sound, but Scout reassured the nervous arsonist. "It's fine Pyro, it stopped for a reason; It'll give us this nice view, see?"
Pyro forgot its fears for a moment, and looked at the sky. It was certainly very beautiful, somewhat reminiscent of the fires which Pyro was far more experienced with.
Pyro found this thought comforting, and relaxed its grip on Scout's hand for a moment. Scout looked at Pyro closely. He hadn't seen its face, but so far, Pyro was a lovely companion, and certainly lovely enough for the kiss Scout placed on Pyro's snoot. Pyro giggled, and moved its own hand from Scout's to around his shoulders, hugging him as the ferris wheel set them slowly downwards.
When they got off, Pyro had settled down, and was content to hold Scout's hand as they went back to the car. Scout gave Pyro another kiss on the forehead, and they drove home to the base.
When they arrived, Pyro was sleeping in the car. Scout didn't want to wake the tired thing, but couldn't carry it to either his bunk or its, since they were both top bunks.
In the end, Scout decided to set its seat back, set his own back too, and they both slept the night away, side by side, in Spy's black luxury two-seater.
