"Excited about Brazil?" I asked, rubbing my shoulder. It felt fine, and I was glad when nobody gave me a hard time about it. Apparently getting shot by Widowmaker was pretty normal, and nothing to worry about with Angela helping us. Tracer had laughed about it, telling me of the time Widowmaker shot her in the-
Anyway, after we relocated from Switzerland (I'm still proud about tricking and almost nailing Widowmaker along with Pharah, even if I got shot) we had the meeting of speeding up the recruitment process. Hana insisted on coming here, going so far as to challenge Winston to a fight for it, and had chosen me as her partner. There was some reluctance, but they seemed to trust my skills more and after I proved I could communicate in Portuguese better than the rest they couldn't really refuse. As if reading my mind, Hana spoke up.
"So you can speak Portuguese?" She asked, looking out the window of our plane. So far there were only clouds, but the pilots had announced to us that we would be landing soon. I sighed, shaking my head.
"I've told you five times, I'm not fluent in Portuguese, I speak Spanish. But when I lived in Uruguay we had to study Portuguese and my Spanish helps me understand more as well. If anything I'm intermediate."
"So you're and American Urugay or something like that?" She smiled teasingly at me.
"American and Uruguayan, Hana. I know you failed geography but are you that dumb?"
"Hey, I didn't fail!" She protested, to which I laughed. My eyes focused on the window and I smiled widely.
"Welcome to Rio de Janeiro, a capitao du Brasil."
Our plane had just broken through the clouds, and the view was incredible. I had heard of this place's beauty and had seen pictures from family members and friends that came here, but it didn't compare to the real thing. A beautiful beach stretched out as far as I could see with the sun shining down on it, the crystal clear water seemed to sparkle, and beyond the beach was a majestic city. I could see a few buildings glowing with the colors of the Brazilian flag.
"It's amazing." Hana murmured. I nodded in agreement.
"Muita bonita," I said. Hana turned to me with an amused smirk, and I realized I had spoken Portuguese. "Uh, muy hermo- No, I mean, very beautiful."
She laughed as a confused my languages and I couldn't help but smile again. She had such a nice laugh.
Anyway, I'll skip some of the less important details. We had landed smoothly and been directed inside the large airport, where we then lined up to find out luggage (which consisted of one suitcase for me, and three for Hana. Go figure) and then we made our way outside, where we quickly found a taxi and asked to be taken to the hotel Winston had booked us. The entire time we were gawking at the city, this thing and that, and Hana made me promise we'd take a walk through here later. When we arrived there was a small wait and then we were guided to our hotel room.
Ok, room isn't the right word. Winston had booked us an entire floor filled with furniture more expensive than my old house, a couple fridges stocked with food and treats (I may or may not have taken half the chocolates), a king-sized bed, a pool next to it, and a porch overlooking the city. When I thought of Overwatch missions, I expected something less luxurious, like Russia.
After we had put our belongings in their spots, and I had eaten my chocolates and taken a can of soda, I decided we should get down to business. Lucio's concert would happen in three days at Fundição do Progresso. We had V.I.P tickets so we could get backstage. But how exactly would we speak to Lucio and get him to join us? I was on the sofa thinking about this and was turning around to talk to Hana when I felt a pair of arms go around my waist. I would've blushed, had the hands not pulled me into the pool. My lungs filled with water and I swam up, coughing as I tried to breathe. Once I could breathe I heard someone laughing next to me, and turned to glare at Hana.
"Hey, I didn't mean to drown you!" She said with a giggle, raising her hands in surrender. "Plus, you looked too serious. You should be enjoying this."
I was about to yell at her, but my words died in my mouth as she stood up, raising her hands as she stretched and quite literally showed off her slender body which was only covered by a pink bikini. She sunk back into the water and raised an eye at me, although her smile was playful.
"Did you lose something over here?" She purred, making me blush, I opened my mouth to speak but she laughed and swam over to me, putting an arm around my shoulder. "Will you relax?"
"Hana we have a lot to do, I don't think we should be swimming around," I answered, although really I was starting to have second thoughts about that. I swim would be nice as long as she was here.
"We have our plan, we can talk about it a bit later, for now just enjoy." She answered, her second arm going around me as she faced me. I could feel my face burning and she leaned in to whisper something. "Gotcha."
And she pushed me under water.
I burst up again, glaring at her, and pulled off my shirt. The pool was bigger than I thought, extending over half the porch (which had a glass bottom, giving us a view how high up we are) and Hana had already made it there in a second. She was fast.
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Dva's POV
"Aw! Come back!" I pouted as he climbed out of the pool and walked out of sight.
What an idiot, I was just trying to have fun! And maybe get his attention for a bit…
I had definitely noticed the way he looked at me, as I knew he would, but did he seriously get that mad about me pulling him in? I sighed, shaking my head. It'd be hard to get close to him if he had some weird problem every two days. But I wasn't just going to leave him, and so I swam back to the inside, about to get out.
"Nerf this!" Alessandro yelled, suddenly running out of the room in blue swimming trunks. I yelled as he jumped over me, doing a cannonball and then surfacing. He wiped his face and turned to me with a huge smile. "God this is great."
I smiled widely. Maybe he wasn't an idiot.
"You lose something here?" He asked, in a very bad copy of my voice. I frowned and splashed at his face. He laughed and returned fire, and before I knew it the two of us were swimming around, taking turns trying to catch each other and splashing.
I laughed as, for the tenth time, I caught up with him. He was too slow for me! I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him underneath again, seeing the bubbles rise up as he laughed underwater. He suddenly grabbed my shoulders and pulled me under with him, his arms wrapping around me and holding me close so I couldn't escape. A few moments we surfaced, laughing loudly and panting. God, it had been years since I had this much fun with someone else. I was about to pull away, but he leaned against the wall and didn't let go. He looked so… at peace. I don't think I had ever seen him so calm, or happy, and I didn't want to ruin that. So I laid my head on his shoulder, cuddling up to him.
"You're amazing, you know?" He said. I blinked, feeling my face flush at the unexpected compliment.
"Why do you think that?" I asked quietly.
"You just…click with me. The first day I was up and running, you had me gaming with you, after that it turned into a ritual. I go to you when I want to rest, when I just want a friend, I know I can tell you anything and…I don't know, you've just been the best friend I've ever had." My face was definitely red now, but he didn't seem to notice or care. "You and the others really saved me. Even after the town, I had problems. If it wasn't for Tracer I wouldn't have gotten over my PTSD, Angela…she's a mother to me. Don't tell her I said that."
I smirked. He still didn't know that he called her "mom" when he passed out.
"The others turned into friends, cared for me, helped me move forward, and they trained me along with you. But you..."
I perked up, still in his embrace, and smiled. "Yes? What about me?"
"Well…you…I…" He looked away, clearly flustered. I wrapped my arms around his neck, gently making him look at me.
It was perfect. His hands shifted to my waist, and we both began closing the gap slowly. I could feel my own heart pounding in my chest. But that wasn't the only thing pounding. Alessandro immediately turned to look at the door, thanks to somebody knocking harshly on it. I nearly groaned as the moment was ruined but managed to keep my shut and swim away.
"Quem é?" He asked, climbing out of the pool.
I sighed and swam to the other side, the side with the glass floor that showed the ground fifty floors below, and leaned on the edge overlooking the city. The sun was setting now and giving the entire place a beautiful glow. I had been so close, so close, and room service just had to come and ruin everything. I sighed again, glancing in his direction. He was dripping onto the floor, and still shirtless, but neither him or the middle-aged woman speaking to him seemed to care. Did South Americans go shirtless a lot?
Not that I minded, he was in great shape, and was pretty cute…ok, he was hot.
After a few more exchanges, where he obviously struggled to understand what the woman was saying, she pushed a cart into the room, gave me a kind smile and then walked out.
"Obrigado!" He called out, closing the door and pushing the cart onto the porch. "She brought dinner and man does this look good." I was about to climb out when he ordered me to stop, carefully sliding in and tapping the sides for something. I frowned, wondering what he was doing, but a second later a small, round, silver table rose into the middle of the pool along with two silver stools.
"Ok, that is pretty cool," I said.
"Right?" He answered. A few moments later he had set everything on the table and indicated I join him. I swam towards him, getting less grumpy as I smelled the food, and yelped as he grabbed my waist and carefully lifted me onto the seat. It was high enough so the water was only up to my knees. He climbed onto his chair.
"So what is it?"
"I present to you!" He announced with a wide smile. "The Brazilian specialty made with meat from my country, Picanha! It's cow meat. Barbecue. Delicious, I swear, my dad used to make this and Rebecca lived for it. Ruby always took pork though, and Jasmine, ugh, she'd steal my food!"
I laughed, raising an eyebrow at him. "She'd steal, or you'd give it to her?"
"Well, I couldn't not give it to her! She made this cute sad puppy face and whimper, I'd feel bad!" He complained. He sighed, his smile turning sad. "I think that was the last meal we had together, the five of us. My dad was deployed to London afterward to help against the riots and whatnot. Then the attack came months later."
"Have you tried calling him?" I asked quietly. It was surprising how he could be all fun and games and then get so sad by in a moment's notice. But this wasn't like before. He had a sad smile, as if he were sad but still enjoying the memories.
"Not yet, I mean I have to do it at some point. He probably doesn't know about my sisters or me, but they must've told him mom's dead." He answered, and then he tried for a smile and grabbed his fork and knife. "Anyway, enough of that. Eat up!"
I was expected something like Jesse's barbecue, crunchy and hot, filled with juices and quite chewy, although well cooked. But the Picanha was very different and so damn good. It made my mouth water and I devoured it. I even managed to get some of Alessandro's, using the puppy-eyed trick his sister used. I pat my stomach and slouched on the seat, quite full.
"What's to drink, you didn't open the bottle?"
"Uh…"
I looked up to see him reading the bottle's tag…nervously? His eyes met mine and I raised an eyebrow.
"This is called Caipirinha, famous Brazilian drink. Not too strong, I think."
"What's the problem then?" I asked.
"Uh…I've never really had alcohol before." He admitted sheepishly.
"What? But you're, like, eighteen." I said, obviously surprised. I had started drinking (in moderate amounts) when I was sixteen. How come he never drank?
"I turned eighteen after the whole incident; legal age in the US is twenty-one anyway." He answered, shrugging at me. "My parents followed the rules. Mostly my mom."
"Then we're going to have some fun," I replied, rubbing my arms together.
By "fun" I obviously meant I'd get him drunk. I thought he was going to complain about it and back out but much to my surprise he helped me open the bottle and, at my request, brought more from the fridge along with shot glasses. I began filling up the small glasses, and I could see his face grow worried. But he kept quiet as I emptied the last bottle and clapped my hands together.
"Here's the deal, we each take turns drinking. Whoever stops first loses. If you lose…you'll be taking me out tomorrow. All over the city. No complaints."
"Ugh, fine. But if I win?" He crossed his arms, smirking at me.
"Hm…I got it! But I'll only tell you after you win." I answered with a cute smile. He opened his mouth to complain but I quickly shoved a glass against his mouth.
And there it began! We each began taking turns, drinking glass after glass, making small talk and banter as we drunk. He seemed to be taking this lightly but I wouldn't. I never lose, and I wouldn't lose a drinking game against him either. I smiled as he tried to drink another glass and groaned afterward. The drinks tasted really good! So he must've been full or he was starting to get drunk.
"Ready to give up?" I purred. He snorted at me and downed another glass.
"Fat chance, scrub, I'll 360 no-scope you to the face."
"Oh my god this isn't COD," I complained, taking another drink.
"Get on my level!" He cheered, taking another drink. "Fight me ya cheeky scrub!"
I grabbed another glass, but couldn't drink it. I was laughing too much as he continued to yell stupid gaming banter and insults, challenging me to a "one vs. one sniper only in Nuketown" and telling me to "git gud". The drink must've hit me harder than I thought, because as I laughed I fell out of my seat, and I didn't notice until I landed in the water.
"I win!" He cheered, standing on his chair. But he was also wobbly, and I laughed as he crashed down into the water.
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Alessandro's POV
I swam to the surface, taking a deep breath and turning to see Dva laughing at me, holding her stomach and tearing up. I couldn't help but smile widely at her, watching as she tried to find the glass she had dropped. She was a bit tipsy so it was taking her a bit but she was doing better than me. I couldn't see straight anymore. This was my first time drinking after all.
"Did I win?" I asked, bumping into the table as I tried to swim to Hana.
"Hm, we both dropped out glasses," Hana said innocently.
"But you dropped it first, ya cheeky scrub." I drawled, making her laugh again.
"True, true." She admitted, putting a hand to her chin and looking thoughtful. "But I don't think you'll like the prize."
"If you thought of it I probably won't," I replied. She glared at me and I laughed. "Ok ok, I'll probably love it more than Angela."
"Aren't you sweet." She said, swimming towards me. "Are you sure you want your prize?"
"I will wreck you if you don't stop stalling." I threatened with an even wider smile.
"Ok ok, but I warned you." She answered. Her hands grabbed the sides of my head and she pulled me forward. Her lips brushed mine-
And we both jumped as my communication device suddenly rung loudly, scaring us both. I turned to Hana, sighing, and nodded at the thing.
"Go, Angela will kill me if I don't let you answer." She said, letting go of me and swimming away. I sighed, lazily climbing out the pool.
What could the doctor want?