Oops I accidentally another fic while none of you were watching.

So the other day I was watching Bambi with my niece because I am a super cool kid, and while watching the "twitterpated' scene I was struck with inspiration. And here's some fluff-fluff love stuff-three chapters, one for Engie, one for Medic, and one for Spy. :3

Enjoy!

I shot disclaimer's mom.

Twitterpated

At the tender age of eight, Dell Conagher was something of a chub.

He was more horizontal than vertical, more round than wide, with stubby fingers and flyaway brown hair. He wore a cowboy hat and spurs. Despite the attire he wasn't much of a cowboy at all—in fact, Dell was very quiet and humble and thoughtful for an eight-year-old. He liked to be alone with his philosophical musings.

Despite all that, Dell Conagher was not without friends. The other schoolchildren liked Dell for how pleasant he was to everyone. Dell could make a friend no matter what.

However, there was one thing that Dell couldn't do.

He couldn't find a best friend.

Oh, he had a plethora of good friends, fine friends, fair-weather friends. But no friends who appreciated putting things together like he did, no friends who could sit still and read like he wanted to, no friends who wanted to sit and discuss deep, eight-year-old thoughts with him.

Yes, chubby little Dell Conagher had a lot good friends. But not a best one.

He was sitting outside in a wide field beside a modestly-sized anthill. The small boy twisted a magnifying glass around and around his hands guiltily.

It was one of those beautiful sunny days, the kind where mothers would boost boys out of the house and demand that they "get their noses out of Descartes and get into trouble like most boys".

He'd actually been reading a biography about da Vinci, but he hadn't bothered to correct her. That was one of Dell's flaws—he liked to be right, and he liked it when other people knew he was right.

Now, however, Dell wasn't feeling all that right about anything.

He was staring down at the charred little body of that poor ant he had accidently burned to a crisp. He hadn't meant to do it—he'd just been watching the industrious ants bustle about their home, and had just leaned in for a better look—

Poof. No more ant.

"Hey! Whatcha doin'?"

The high-pitched voice startled Dell out of his misery and he twisted around, puzzled.

Irene Hayes stood just a few feet away with her hands on her hips, green eyes roving over him in a curious manner.

Dell knew Irene only by sight, odd given the fact that their farms weren't too far from each other. She was a full two years older than him, though. Her appearance startled him somewhat: she had a full head of bright-red hair, a gap-toothed smile, and tended to wear tattered overalls over too-big shirts. Unlike Dell, Irene didn't appear to have many friends, and he was confused now as to why she would be addressing him.

"I said," Irene pressed her tongue to her cheek, "whatcha doin'?"

"Watchin' ants," Dell muttered at last.

"Are they doin' anything interestin'?"

"Well, a little while ago they dragged a dead fly into their hole."

"All at once?!"

"Naw, piece by piece."

"Cool!"

"Yeah, pretty cool."

Irene clasped her hands behind her back and Dell twisted the magnifying glass through his hands again. "So…" she cleared her throat, "whatcha doin' out here all by yourself?"

Dell shrugged. "Ma kicked me outta the house, said I have to stop readin' and enjoy the outdoors."

Irene's eyes lit up. "What sorts of books d'you like?"

Dell curled his legs to his chest. "Why d'you wanna know?"

"I dunno, jus' makin' po-lite conversation."

For an instant Dell was tempted to tell her to leave, and the words "go away" had just about formed on his tongue when Irene came over and plopped down beside him. "I wanna get to know you, 'cause you're that Conagher kid who's gonna be the next Einstein or somethin', so when you're rich n' famous I can tell my kids that I knew that Dell Conagher."

Dell shifted a bit. "I dunno 'bout that."

"Sure you are." Irene nodded as though this was fact. "So, what books d'you read? I like adventure books!"

"You mean like Robinson Crusoe?"

"Uh-huh." Irene dug her bare feet into the warm dirt.

A corner of Dell's mouth twitched upwards. "I like Robinson Crusoe. And Treasure Island too. I read 'em both in a day."

Irene frowned a bit. "It ain't a contest."

"Well…how many books have you read in a day?"

"Uh, I read the Bible—"

"The Bible don't count, ever'body has to read the Bible."

"Jews don't! And atheists neither!"

"You know what I meant."

Irene huffed. "Three, I guess."

Dell settled back with a smug air. "I've read five."

"Yeah…well…I bet I can beat you to that tree!" Irene pointed off to a tall tree in the distance. Dell shot her a dubious look and Irene pulled him to his feet. "C'mon, grouchy! Ready, set, go!"

She took off like a shot, and poor chubby Dell was left to catch up to her. When he reached the tree he was gasping for air and red-faced. Irene chuckled. "Slowpoke."

Dell wiped a line of sweat from his brow. "I bet I can spit farther than you!"

"Okay." Irene leaned against the tree and arched her eyebrows. "Spit."

And from that moment on Dell and Irene's relationship became a contest.

Who scored higher on tests; who could win the most games of tic-tac-toe; who could draw the nicest frog; who had the better Halloween costume; who could drink the most cups of eggnog before getting sick; and when they were old enough, who could shoot the most clay pigeons. They enjoyed the challenge, the company, and the banter.

When they were teenagers, though, Irene found herself in another sort of contests.

Shy chubby Dell had grown up. And while he was still the amicable good ol' boy she knew, Irene couldn't help but to notice that Dell had gotten, well, rather handsome. And she wasn't the only gal who noticed this change.

Irene wasn't quite like the other girls. Growing up as an only child on a Texan farm hadn't left her slim and willowy. She was muscular and somewhat stocky, and had never learned how to control that frizzy red hair of hers. She felt a rush of panic whenever another girl sidled up next to Dell, but, bless his oblivious little heart, he had yet to notice the affections of these girls.

"Are you going to Econ one-oh-one, Dell?"

"Erm, yes, Sally—"

"Can I borrow your notes?"

"You should borrow Irene's, her handwriting is much neater than mine."

"Hey Dell! Wanna go get some ice cream and a soda pop after class?"

"That's a mighty fine idea, Beth, but I already promised Irene that we'd study in the library together—"

"Dell, d'you have a date to the Spring Dance?"

"Um, yeah, Mary…"

"Oh! Who?!"

"Not you, Mary."

Nevertheless Irene wasn't confident in her position in the contest until Dell showed up outside her bedroom window with a bouquet of roses, his guitar, and a tomato-red face.

Ten years later, she got him back at the wedding altar, grabbing him by the lapels of that too-tight tuxedo and smashing his lips into hers just as the words "man and wife" left the priest's lips.

Dell and Irene Conagher's relationship was built around besting each other, and yet, at the end of the day, neither of them lost.

….

"Mmmpft mpfro fro!"

Engineer made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat as he hovered near his dispenser. "Whatever you say, Pyro."

"MMMPFT MPFRO FRO!"

"Ten kills in an hour? Aw, Py, that ain't nothin' special." Engineer spun on his heel to grin at the glowering—or at least, he thought the firebug was glowering—Pyro, who tapped its foot and waited for the Texan to acknowledge its achievement.

"Pfrot hudda?"

"My personal record?" In the distance there was the unmistakable sound of a sentry firing, followed by the other unmistakable sound of the enemy Scout screaming in pain. Engineer smirked. "Well, looks like it just went up to thirteen."

Pyro threw its hands into the air and stalked away, ranting under its breath. Engineer chuckled as he leaned up against the dispenser, and made a mental note not to introduce Irene to Pyro…

Or risk them ganging up on him.

My opinion on this ranged from "eh" to "meh", but gsppcrock10 seemed like it (thanks for the beta!)

Okay so far or should I stick to awkward bromance?

Thanks for reading!

~Chaos :D