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"No, I'm serious! I bet you I can!"

"No, little (y/n) is too small and will not manage. Is too dangerous."

You huffed, giving him a stern look.

"Try me."

He flared his nostrils with a small glare, and you knew you got him there. A good bet always got him.

"Fine." He shrugged, folding his arms and looking at you smugly. "You be Heavy for day, I be (y/n). Whoever does better wins." You grinned.

"You're on, Heavy! If you lose, you have to... Hmm." You tapped on your chin for a brief moment before something cruel dawned on you. "Dance like a ballerina for Medic!"

"And if you lose, you are Heavy's personal sandvich maker for month." You instantly frowned. He just one-upped your side of the deal. Just because you were good at making them, didn't mean he could take advantage of your amazing skills. Plus, you only ever made a sandwich for him if he was really nice to you or you owed him from him saving your butt in battle. Then again that was better than some other bets you'd made with the mercs before, so you'd take it.

"What? Is little (y/n) scared?" Your brows furrowed as you growled.

"Never!" You held out your hand, and Heavy wrapped his large hand around yours delicately, shaking it firmly. The deal was sealed. There was no going back.

"It starts tomorrow. This is only time you will ever touch Sascha, alright?" His serious face didn't unnerve you as you hummed an okay, and he turned and walked away with a small eye roll. Turning on your heel, you ran to the dining area for the mercenaries, where Scout was lazily slumped over the wooden table, drink in one hand, video game in the other. He glanced up from his game to look at you.

"So, how'd it go, slugger?" His smirk mirrored yours, then his face fell into a look of utter disbelief.

"You... You did not!" He said, slamming his drink down, sliding his game away and standing abruptly.

"Oh, yes I did. Now where's that five bucks?" Scout sighed.

"Of course you're the only class that would actually take that bet."

"Unlike you pussies, I'm not scared of Heavy." Scout sighed.

"I'm just surprised he agreed to it. Now you've gotta lug his precious gun around all day, heh." He pulled out his wallet, and your look of triumph intensified as you received your glorious reward. Soon you'd be regretting it, though.

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Early morning. It was the day of the battle, and you were ready. Clad in dark baggy pants, combat boots, some old black winter gloves you cut holes out of, a red shirt and a vest you stole from Sniper and shrunk in the wash, you felt prepared to take on the role of Heavy. There was only one thing missing, though, that you would have to steal while he wasn't looking- Heavy's bullet sash.

It wouldn't be too hard, though, you reasoned. It hung near his door and shouldn't be very heavy, as it only had leather and bullets.

Silently waiting outside Heavy's room, you snuck a peak in at the giant as his alarm clock beeped an annoying chirp a couple of times before his large hand came down on it. He groggily sat up, resting his hand on the bridge of his nose for a moment before wiping his hand across his face and standing, stretching, and walking to his closet. He let out a large yawn, flashing his pearly whites as he opened the doors to his closet, glancing through each identical outfit. You realized at that point he was only wearing red boxers, his bare chest and back showing, and quickly withdrawled, face turning a light shade of red. Why were you blushing? It's only his bare chest and back, his toned muscles and defined beer gut, sharp teeth and sharper eyes, nice jawline and cheekbones... You decided to wait around the corner, peeping out, and recovering from.. whatever that was.

Waiting until you saw Heavy emerge clothed from his room to get breakfast, you bolted towards his door before it slammed shut, sneaking through into his room. Glancing around, you realized it was very differently decorated than yours. While you had made yours roomy with video game posters and a neat bed, his room held a flattened bear rug across the floor and a small window near the red bed, which was sunken in the middle for years of wear and tear with no replacement. He had a wooden closet and chest, clothes messily piled in a corner, and a full body mirror that had pictures of his family members on it. Looking closer, you looked at a note taped to the mirror. It looked like messy handwriting, and was signed Zhanna.

Deciding not to read it, as most of it was in Russian, (plus it's rude to read other people's stuff jeez), you gazed back to the door to his room. You realized the door shut so loudly every morning because his bullet belt hung there. Quickly running up to it, you jumped up to grab it, hurrying in case Heavy came back for some reason.

The tips of your fingers found their way around some bullets and you yanked, pulling the top of the sash down and eventually the rest of its weight too, all on top of you. You fell against the wall near the door, making a very loud metallic thump while shrieking in surprise and pain at the sheer weight of the belt.

Sitting in total silence, you could practically hear your heart beating in your throat. You could feel scratches from the bullets pulsing in sharp pain, and you were pinned down against the wall with the weight of the bullets. Trapped with no way out, you had no option but to wait in sheer silence. What were you going to do when Heavy came back? Explain that you wanted to complete your little makeshift outfit with his belt? He never went into battle without it, so you didn't know what you were previously thinking. Of course he'd notice it missing! And why did you assume it would be so light, too?

Groaning, you shifted under the weight of the belt, attempting to push it up or slide it off you. You felt the pressing silence weighing down heavier than the sagging sash, and you eventually heard footsteps. They were hard against the wooden floor and at a quick pace. Almost frantic. Your head jerked up as you watched the door to Heavy's room swing open with great force, and the man himself standing in the door way, glancing around quickly concerned before looking down at you, pinned against the wall by his belt.

Your face flushed as you looked at him in his casual dress, remembering what he looked like when you peaked in on him earlier. Why are you thinking this way? Ask him for help, dummy!

"U-um, can you h-help me p-please..?" You stuttered with a shaky grin. Great, he probably thinks you're a fool now. You'll never hear the end of this. What if he leaves you here so he can have a successful day and win the bet? You became mortified at the thought, but pushed it to the back of your mind as you refocused on Heavy. He was staring at you oddly, and his nostrils flared before a small smile cracked. He's.. smiling...? Oh, shit, not just that, but-

"Ppfffff-" he burst into laughter, his booming laughter making you jump in fear at the utter stereo madness that surrounded you. The floor practically vibrated. Your eardrums hurt. Why was he laughing at you? Being trapped against a wall isn't funny!!

"H-hey, help me, Heavy!!" You tried to get up, but the bullets shifted and pinched you. Giving out a noise of distress, you slumped against the ground with a frown. Heavy ceased laughing slowly, but surely, and sniffed, getting over the funny scene he found in front of him.

"Ist everything alright, Herr Heavy?" You could heard the faint voice of Medic shout from the end of the hallway, and Heavy popped his head of out his room, shouting, "Is good! Just.." he searched for the word. "(Y/n) here just made good joke!"

"Alright, then, Heavy. Hurry up, and tell (y/n) she needs to come down too! We have breakfast prepared and we're not waiting on you two to start!" Heavy's answer had satisfied Medic as you heard him walking down the echoing, creaking stairs.

Heavy turned to you immediately after, and looked at you up and down for a moment before taking the sash, lifting it off your head, and gently placing it around his torso.

You got up, stretching from the pain of being cramped underneath the bullets. Arms up in the air and stretching, you started to speak, saying,

"Thanks, Heavy, it was starting to hu- URK!"

Heavy had grabbed you around your waist, hoisting you over his shoulder and walking out of the room.

"What are you doing?!" You shouted from behind him. He simply snorted as he turned, closing his door, then proceeded to walk down the hall. You were still slumped over his broad shoulder.

"No snooping in room. Plus, little (y/n) need energy for battle today, you go eat breakfast with us." You could feel his smug expression without even looking at him. He knew he could pick you up and take you with him anywhere, and there was nothing you could do to stop him. What did he mean by needing energy? You could handle yourself! All you were doing was lugging his gun, Sascha around for a day. You had a plan so it wasn't too heavy, too. You came prepared. Unlike him, who had to be you, and run around hunched over a tiny gun and wimpy sidearm all day. You smirked. Today would be too easy.

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You moaned and groaned with the effort of pushing Heavy's minigun onto the cart with wheels. Eventually, it fell off the bench in the respawn room into the little metal cart you had found for it. It was an abandoned shopping cart with a hole in the front for the long end of the gun, and you felt it was an ingenious plan. A girl dressed as Heavy running around a battlefield with a shopping cart gun. Scary.

Heavy walked into the respawn room, and immediately everyone there turned to stare at him. Scout started to laugh, but tried to contain it, snorting with watering eyes. Heavy was wearing a pink tutu and a fairy crown, topped off with a wand. On his belt hung your gun.

"I am (y/n) today." He announced walking over and sitting next to you. You shifted uncomfortably, staring at him.

"Y-you know I don't dress like that, right?" You quietly said, pointing out his tutu.

"Da. Heavy is regretting costume choice." He tilted his head towards the mercenaries all whispering, pointing, laughing quietly, or like Scout now- laughing full on in Heavy's face. He sighed.

"Mission begins in thirty seconds!"

"Will be long day." He reached over to Sascha, pulling the cart up. He stroked the gun and you got uncomfortable as he talked to it. It was just a gun, calm down man..!

"Be good, Sasha." He let go of his gun and looked at you with a soft smile, before standing and readying your gun. You stood and pushed the cart with his gun to the front of the respawn.

"Mission begins in ten seconds!"

Tightening your grip, you readied to rush out with a shopping cart. It was going to be fun. Glancing over to Heavy, he was loading your gun and cocking it like his shotgun. You'd failed to realize that he had that as one of his weapons, so it would be easy for him to shoot it. Shaking your head, you kept your eyes on the prize. Getting more kills than him.

As soon as the doors to respawn opened, you felt a warm glow behind you. Glancing back, you noticed Medic.

"Thanks, doc!" You said. He nodded.

"Don't expect me to pocket you the whole match, though! I'm not one to mess with one of Heavy's bets." He called as you both rushed out. The bumping cart was hard to push through the dirt, but you managed, pushing it up the slowly sloping hill to the battle. Medic's beam seemed to give you strength to push it uphill.

"Wait, you know about our bet?" You shouted back. You heard a 'ja' as he branched off to help Soldier.

The inevitable sound of whirring bullets and war cries echoed through the air as you rushed to the front lines, and started up Sascha. Her mechanical hum was louder than your gun, and you cringed at how loud it was once it started shooting. One by one, people who went into your cross-fire died. Attempting to steer the minigun left, it started to tip over to the right.

"No, no no..!!!" You used all your might to push it up, but it fell over and started to roll backwards, down the hill, towards the way you came- the respawn room.

"Help!" You shouted, chasing the shopping cart. You could see Heavy off to the side, finishing off a Scout with your gun. He turned and watched you chase his gun down the hill with mild disappointment.

"Don't just stand there, help me!" He smirked and turned to walk away, the cheeky bastard.

You swore curses under your breath as you kept chasing the gun as it rolled towards respawn. Flinging yourself forward, you landed in front of the gun. It was a bad decision, as it simply rolled right over you. It hurt like hell, but you managed to get up and push past the pain and bruising to watch it bowl through the metal screen to respawn and smash into Medic.

"Poor doc.." you muttered, pushing up off the ground to stand, running towards respawn.

Upon entering, you looked at an angry Medic who was looking at his dead body underneath the cart.

"It killed you?!" You exclaimed, shocked.

"Sent me straight through respawn, fraulein. You're lucky I don't have time to scold your impudent and reckless behavior." You sighed.

"Sorry Medic. I'll go straight to battle once I can turn it back upright.." Medic turned on his heel and left, not as angry as you thought he'd be. You realized he had cut off some limbs from his body and taken them with him. You shuddered.

You immediately started to work, trying to push up the cart.

"Your point is being captured!" You groaned with the effort of getting the gun upright, but to no avail.

"Five.. four.. three...! Two...!" The announcer counted down the moments to defeat. You sighed, knowing a couple of kills was most likely nowhere near the amount Heavy was getting.

"You failed!" A hailstorm of bullets started raining closer and closer, and your team came piling into respawn, shouting from injuries and telling each other to move faster. Eventually they all were gathered in there, and Soldier stood in front of them all, while you struggled with the cart in the corner, silently. You gave up, watching Soldier's lecture.

"-reasons why we've failed." Soldier rocked on his heels, and pointed at Heavy.

"You! You have gotten only five kills, while this one..!" He pointed at you forcefully. "Got three!"

"Seemed like a lot more than that..." you muttered under your breath.

"What was that, maggot?" Soldier got in your face, his face flushed from fuming over the loss.

"I said that you're a great Soldier keep doing what you're doing yay America!" You cheered, sporting a fake smile. Soldier grinned from ear to ear.

"Why, thank you!" You sighed. Heavy looked at you smugly. You stuck your tongue out.

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*knock knock*

You woke up with a start to the sudden noise. Immediately you stood zombie-like, trudging to the door to see who it was.

Opening it, you were surprised.

"Heavy, it's three in the morni- ach!!" He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

"You make sandvich for me." On the bright side, it was cease-fire this week so you'd be able to sleep in. On the not-so-bright-side, you were both in your pajamas.

It was at that moment you realized...

He was only in boxers.

"Heavy!!"