A Different Past"Monsieur? Etes-vous bien?" She called to the young man whose arm she was pulling from the ground, bike at her feet.
The boy only groaned in response, stumbling to his feet and clutching his helmet tightly to his head, trying to feel his forehead through it.
She continued to speak in worried French, asking him how he managed to take a fall from the building above and if he needed to be taken to a hospital.
He straightened himself, rubbing underneath where his helmet was covering, not wanting to take it off. "N-now Miss I don't talk no Spanish ."
She tilted her head, confused by the language barrier now set. She examined the young man, seeing his uniform that seemed a bit large for him, as if it was not really his. Even his helmet was too large, covering his eyes. If it were not for his large arms and towering height, he would have looked like a child playing dress up. However, it was this uniform that mesmerized the girl. For it was this uniform and strange language that proved
Medic x Reader: Blue Sweets "Another day, another sweet...," You giggle as you pop yet another candy into your mouth. "Oh come on, (y/n)!! You always are eating sweets! Why not try something else?" You can hear Scout complain to your left. Everyone on Blue team was at the dinner table. And they were all enjoying the fine supper Spy had made. You sure as heck didn't know what it was, other than food, much like you didn't really know what the others of the team cooked.
You were a Blue fem-scout about the age of 23, who just so happened to have a thing for sweets. Your (h/c) hair was laying across your shoulders with small waves in them. Your (e/c) eyes were moving around watching your teammates. You stood about 5'5" in height, but you never really kept track of whether you grew or not.
Giggling, you turn to look at Scout. "And what exactly should I try, then? Oh wait! Hold that thought please...." You start to say before holding up your hand to hush Scout as he tries to say