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Sniper’s arm was asleep.
Normally, Mundy woke up early, usually greeted by a large (and fairly obnoxious) owl. But the sun beams in his van suggested he had slept in. And he was warm. And his arm was asleep. Oh no.
Sniper’s eyes flew open to confirm his theory. Sure enough, Scout was entangled in his bedsheets with both arms clinging to Sniper like a lifeline. Sniper’s arm was uncomfortably wedged underneath Scout’s lithe figure, and soft snores were muffled into Sniper’s chest.
Well this was certainly a development.
Sniper remained utterly stiff, trying desperately to remain calm. He quickly reviewed the previous night’s events. The team arriving in Coldfront on their way to Heavy’s house, the blizzard that struck, the oh-so-convenient stash of beer Demo just happened to find. Nervous laughs trying to break the ice, bad jokes, a long, friendship-ruining game of Monopoly. And then the fuzzy aftermath, Sniper being half-carried by Scout to his van, sleepy laughs, and then-
Oh. Oh piss.
Sniper exhaled loudly through his nose. Great. He had sex with a team member. The one taboo he had.
Sniper screwed his eyes shut as if trying to ignore the man who was lying on top of him. He could feel tension building in his chest, threatening to burst through the hastily sewn stitches that marred him. A lump formed in his throat as he struggled to keep his breathing natural for the man using him as a pillow.
It wasn’t so much the teams reaction that he feared at this point. Everyone knew Heavy and Medic were an item, and besides the rare, snarky remarks from Scout, no one questioned it. Soldier even applauded them, stating that “A true American should have the right to love! Good on you, fellow patriots!”. Heavy and Medic didn’t bother correcting him on the nationality aspect, although it was clear to everyone else on the base that they were greatly amused by the outburst. No, Sniper trusted the team. Or at least most of it.
How was Spy going to react? It was no secret to the team that he was Scout’s father. Scout had no idea, but that was an issue that Sniper didn’t want to get involved in. It wasn’t his place. The man might be a back-stabbing bastard, but Sniper had no business telling him how to treat his son. It wasn’t like Sniper was any better of a person. However, Spy’s act of not caring was just that: an act. It was just another mask he wore, and Sniper wasn’t fooled. Mundy was sure that Spy wouldn’t hesitate to stab him in the throat if that’s what he thought was best for Scout. So what should he do?
Scout shifted in his sleep, smacking Sniper in the face. Right. Well, he had to get up at some point no matter what, and the later he stayed in bed, the more angry Hoots would get. Sniper sat up gently, shaking Scout’s shoulder.
“Whuduhfuckyoudoinnnnng…” Scout mumbled, bringing his hands to his face to rub his eyes. Blearily, he blinked the sleep out and stared up at Sniper with hazy eyes.
“Oh,” he said, color rushing to his face. “Mornin’. Fancy meetin’ you here.”
Sniper snorted, desperately attempting to focus on something other than the heat he felt in his face. “Yeah, mornin’ to you too, ‘roo.”
Scout sat up, using Sniper as a springboard. Sniper’s chest tightened even further as he looked at Scout. God, he looked bloody gorgeous. The pale morning light illuminated his figure, soft shadows accenting his toned body. His hair was strewn about and looked as if he had just lifted a mountain during a hurricane. His eyes were a perfect pastel blue shining like a spring breeze. Sniper felt gayer than he had in his entire life, and that was saying something.
“So I, um,” Scout began, fidgeting under what was probably too intense of a look that a Sniper was giving him. “I think I’ll, just… y’know, um…”
Sniper opened his mouth, but was saved from whatever horrid thing he was going to say by a knock on the door.
“Hey, Sniper, breakfast is ready! Ah know you don’t like eatin’ with us, but ya gotta do it this time! Ah made my special eggs!”
Scout froze at Engie’s voice, his face paling almost comically rapidly. Sniper struggled to speak for a few seconds before letting out a strangled “A-ah yeah, I’ll be roight there!”
“Don’t keep me waitin’, ya hear?” Sniper relaxed as Engie gave an affable and very southern goodbye. “Oh, and have ya seen Scout? I ain’t seen him in the base today.”
Sniper immediately stiffened again, mouth opening and closing like a stupid, mortified fish. Luckily, Scout came to the rescue.
“Yeah, I’m in here, hardhat! Sniper told me he ain’t never read Marvel comics, so I decided to teach him a thing or two before breakfast!”
Sniper marveled at Scout’s quick thinking as Engie replied, “Well alrighty then, but y’all better come in before your eggs get cold!”
“Yeah, yeah, will do, ma!” Scout called back sarcastically. Sniper heard Engie chuckle amiably before the tell-tale sound of crunching snow signaled his exit.
It was going to be a rough day.