Vacationing

[sentryslinger]

[Continuing this thread, in which Spy has convinced Engineer to spend a vacation with him. Fishing, fine dining, and some enemy bonding ensue.


Engineer steps into the elevator, hitting the button for their floor, pulling at his collar to loosen that next button.]

Hey, thanks again for the dinner and the suit. I'll have to put it to use some other time to justify your spendin' money on all this.

Comments

[not_onyourside]

You mean on a stove and not over a fire?

[sentryslinger]

I'd ask Sniper if I wanted to learn more about campfire cookin'.

[not_onyourside]

Zhat ees eef he actually cooks any of zhe zhings he hunts.

I would be more zhan willing to lay around een bed all day while you cook me dinner.

[sentryslinger]

I was thinkin' you might show me a thing or two. You seem like a man who knows his food.

[not_onyourside]

I most certainly do, and I would be delighted to teach you. Eet will be fun!

[Famous last words.]

[sentryslinger]

Better start lookin' for that vacation spot with a kitchen, then.

[Whoop, there's more rain coming down.]

[not_onyourside]

[He darts ahead for the door so he can hold it open for Engie.]

Perhaps a cabin nestled een zhe woods. Or a beach house.

[sentryslinger]

I do like the beach. My Gunslinger, not so much. A cabin might be homey, though.

[He runs through, uttering a thanks to Spy as he shakes water from his shoes.]

[not_onyourside]

[Probably for the best. Spy being on the beach would pose several problems. The first being his refusal to take off any of his layers for any reason.]

A cabin might be nice. I am sure zhe snow would not be so bad eef we had shelter and blankets and hot cocoa.

[sentryslinger]

So long as we're not stuck in a warehouse again, it'll be an upgrade.

[Time to wait for the elevator. The clerk at the desk nods to them in greeting, recognizing them. Kind of hard to forget those two.]

[not_onyourside]

Well anyzzing would be better now zhat we know we are not going to kill each ozzer.

[He smiles to the clerk before getting on the elevator.]

I would not mind going sledding again, zhough not on a dispenser.

[sentryslinger]

And let's steer as clear of your Soldier as we can. Had a couple of close calls that I'd rather not repeat.

[not_onyourside]

Zhe one on my team does not spend zhat much time at zhe base. He has raccoons to look after.

[sentryslinger]

But how's he feel about BLUs?

[not_onyourside]

About zhe same as he feels about communists and hippies and foreigners. So I am glad he does not spend zhat much time on zhe base.

Let zhe wizard deal wez him.

[sentryslinger]

Better him than us, then. I'm bettin' if he got a hold of me, I'd be tied up in the basement, maybe tortured for information before he'd blow me to smithereens.

[not_onyourside]

His torture probably eenvolves reading zhe constitution at you until you crack.

He would blow himself up een zhe process too, but do not worry, I would not let zhat happen to you.

[sentryslinger]

[Ah, their room. Home, sweet home.]

I know you say that, but I don't want you makin' enemies out of your team. I'd get out of it somehow.

[not_onyourside]

Why does no one want me to be a hero and rescue zhem? Being heroic ees very romantic. And zhen riding off eento zhe sunset.

[sentryslinger]

[He scratches the back of his head.]

Because it's likely to get ya fired, killed, or both. It certainly won't make life any easier for you if you get caught in a situation like that.

[not_onyourside]

Well no. But I fail to see how eet could be much harder for me. I already am not supposed to leave zhe base, nor show my face, or interact wez my teammates.

I am practically a prisoner.

[sentryslinger]

From one prison to another.

[His brow furrows as his mouth stretches into a wide frown, but he keeps whatever is on his mind at that second to himself.]

Well, if you're gonna break me out in this hypothetical situation, you oughtta at least make a break for yourself.

[not_onyourside]

Exactly. But eet ees not so bad. Zhere ees plenty of food. Nice cars. Quite a few benefits.

Well yes, I cannot ride off eento zhe sunset wez you eef I am not zhere.

[sentryslinger]

[That does pick him up a little, if the small smile he gives means anything. He does hope to get out someday, even if it is a statistical impossibility.

But he's bringing down the mood and he knows it. Marvel as Mr. Practical tries to fix that.]

Well partner, we're rained in again. I don't know about you, but I'm thinkin' a hot shower or bath might help me relax enough to get a good night's sleep this time. I'd suggest seein' if a place this fancy has a hot tub, but you don't strike me as the type who'd strip down enough to get into one, 'specially in a place where people might see ya.

[not_onyourside]

Not unless eets een a private room.

[He flops onto the bed, contorting himself into a pretzel in order to unlace his shoes without getting up.]

Zhough I am starting to zhink we may be zhe only ozzer guests here.