Pyro x Reader Part 2

While Aidan waited in your kitchen, you make your way down to the door of the building, to see a man waiting outside. The bartender, in fact.

You opened the door, poking your head out into the hot, humid air. “Can I help you?” You asked.

He nodded, leaning on the door frame. “The name’s James. I understand my cousin, Aidan, is here. Mind if I see him? Got something to give him.” He held a sealed envelope up, the kind used to deliver government documents.

You moved your head up and down slowly to indicate reluctant agreement. “Follow me.”

You lead this ‘James’ upstairs, slightly worried if he actually was who he said he was. There was technology that could allow someone to take the appearance of just about anyone. Few a few (thousand) dollars more, it can change your voice to mimic theirs. Of course, you had to be willing to spend a not-so-small fortune to get one.

Opening the door, you poked your head in before opening it wider, allowing James in.
“Aidan, do you know this guy? He calls himself your-“

Your new friend cut you off. “My cousin, yeah. He is. James is also the Tracker I told you about.”

You looked at James in slight shock and awe; very few people actually get to meet a Tracker, retired or not. So, naturally, you wanted to ask him some questions.

James tossed the packet on the counter, the envelope skidding down to stop in front of Aidan.

“Here, A. One of your crew wanted me to drop this off. They didn’t know where you were, so they asked me to find you. Given you weren’t in the bar, and not at your place, the only logical place you went was to (f/n)’s place of work. Since that was closed, the nearest place you could have gone would be her apartment.”

“Oh, looky here; a Tracker. Why, miss (f/n), is there a Tracker here? What have you done now? ” An annoyed voice called out.

“Shut it Archer. I haven’t done anything. If you’d pay attention once in a while, you’d realize that this Tracker is dropping off something for Aidan. Also, he’s retired. Now go back to your game of Solitaire.”

Archer grumbled something nasty as the holo-screen turned back on, displaying his current game. You turned back to the two cousins in your apartment. “You’ll have to pardon Archer, he’s a jerk.” You stressed the last word, making sure Archer heard it.

Sure enough, he did; he’s making a more and more compelling case to replace him.

As Aidan examined the packet’s contents, skimming over the stack of pages, you started to talk to James, curious about Trackers.

“Hey, so, um, what exactly happens in Tracker training?” You asked, uncertain.

“I can’t tell you exactly, it’s classified. But, I suppose I could try to answer some questions. After all, it’s been about a decade since my training, surely their methods have changed.”

“Is there really biological experiments to change your senses?” You blurted, making James chuckle.

“No, not often. Only some people got that; it all depends on how strong your senses are, and your scores on various tests.”

You nodded slowly; so there was some experimentation.

Aidan slipped all the papers back in the envelope, before slamming it on the table, glaring at his cousin.

“You just had to deliver this now, didn’t you? You could have just told them to leave it in my room!”

“I was told it was urgent.”

“Still! GOD, what is your problem?!” He dropped his head into his hands and pulled at his hair, stressed.

You couldn’t help but be curious. “What…. What could be in there that would get you so upset?”

“Not telling. I could, but I’m choosing not to. I’d rather you don’t know. You’d hate me if you did.” Aidan responded, still rubbing at his temples.

“I could-” James started, before Aidan lifted his head to glare at him.

“YOU WILL NOT. I’ll burn your fucking ass if you do!” He yelled, throwing the packet at his cousin, who ducked as the packet slammed into the wall.

James picked the envelope up, making a show of dusting it off. “You were always the one who played with matches, A.”

“Screw off.”

James shook his head, carrying the packet with him. Holding it up, he stopped in the doorway. “I’ll have someone drop it in your room, A.”

“You better.”

His cousin left, as Aidan rubbed at his head.

“Urg… How do I put up with that bastard’s ass?” Aidan looked up at you. “I’m sorry you had to see that (f/n). It’s just, I… I really don’t talk about my job around very many people. There’s really only one person I will, and that’s James. You wouldn’t happen to have anything for a headache, would you?”

You turned to you kitchen, pressing a button, allowing an automated search of your cupboards for some Aspirin.  As the robotic hand placed the small bottle in front of Aidan, another brought a glass of water, which he refused.

“Don’t need it.” He said, popping the pill in his mouth and throwing his head back, swallowing the pill. Sliding off the chair, he walked to the door.

“I’m… I’m just gonna go now, if that’s okay. Besides, I have to get ready for something anyways.”

“Oh, um, okay, sure. But if you, um, ever want to talk, I’m here, you know.”
He nodded, slipping out of the door. “I know. Thanks for being nice to me; you’re the first person who hasn’t, well, judged me. I appreciate it. I’ll see you at the bar next week?”

Nodding, you agreed on a time and date; the bar where James works seems to be where Aidan is most comfortable, when no one’s there.

You bit your lip a little; what could Aidan’s job be, so he didn’t want to talk about it.
You doubted it could be something like Team Fortress, because that brings glory to someone who participates in it. Sponsoring weapons, clothing or other equipment is a major deal among corporations. Even those who work in the back, making the games possible, were considered famous.

So what was it?

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You watched the newest Team Fortress game, which was only about half a week later. A round of Control Points every once in a while is quite nice. This match, however, appeared as though the RED team was winning, once again.

In the Book Store, you kept your eyes trained on the split holo-screen, watching the RED Pyro as he pressed forwards. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a Scout sprinted towards the Pyro. Usually, that’s a death wish, to charge someone like the Pyro. Not this time.

The BLU Scout came up behind the Pyro, and jumped up. As he slammed his baseball bat into the Pyro’s right shoulder, which supported most of the weight of the flamethrower, the Scout yelled out his signature phrase of “Boink!” The Scout ran off giddily, as the Pyro released the ignition trigger. Getting ‘Boinked’ by a Scout has to hurt.

Flipping the safety switch on its flamethrower, the Pyro let go of it, letting it drop to the floor. No one had ever seen the Pyro drop its beloved weapon so carelessly. Taking the fire axe out of its belt loop, gripping it with its left hand, it pressed forwards to the control point, the axe dangling in the Pyro’s left hand. Dropping onto the platform, it waited until the point belonged to the RED team. Standing up groggily, the masked head turned to look at the score board.

Sure enough, RED was winning again.

Wobbling back to its primary weapon, it bent over to pick it up, just as the RED Medic ran over, to help his teammate. As Medic was helping Pyro, the buzzer went off, signalling that the last point had been captured, the RED team succeeding once more.

You went back to work, hoping that the Pyro would okay, as well as looking forwards to Aidan tomorrow.

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The next day, you found yourself in the same bar where you met Aidan, sipping a glass of water and talking with James as you waited.

The bell on the door tinkled, letting you know someone was entering the bar. Turing around in your seat, you saw Aidan entering the building, his right arm in a sling.

“Oh my god Aidan, are you okay? What did you do?” You asked, wondering what happened.

He looked at the sling as James set a beer bottle down in front of his cousin. “Eh, I just dislocated my shoulder pretty badly. Should be okay in a couple days, just really sore, hurts to move it.”

“How did you manage to do that?”

James smirked. “Yeah, A. How did you manage that?”

He shrugged his left shoulder as he took a sip from his beer. “Fell down the stairs.”
James cocked his head to the side. “Tell the truth, A. I know you didn’t fall down the stairs.”

Aidan sighed. “Fine. Some bozo with a baseball bat schmucked me in the shoulder. I think it was one of those stupid gang initiation things.”

James rolled his eyes and went back to working behind the bar, as Aidan and you kept talking.

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It’s now been almost a year since you moved here, and almost five months of being Aidan’s only friend. Unless, of course, you count his cousin James. Aidan’s gained more confidence about going out in public, as long as you’re with him. He seems to be more comfortable around you than James, or anyone for that matter, but he still hasn’t confided in you about his job.

“Miss (f/n), your friend is here to see you.” Archer grumbled. Ever since Aidan snapped at him/it, Archer hasn’t had a liking for him. James, however, he liked, for some odd reason. Smiling to yourself, you buzzed Aidan in, and waited for him to take the magnet-elevator up to the 26th floor. Not that’d it be too long.

You straightened your shirt out as Archer made a cough noise. “Miss (f/n) he’s at the door. I’m going to go find something more, shall we say, interesting.”

You scowled as you went to open the door. “Archer, if you watch porn, or do anything questionable on my computer systems, I’m not joking; I will have you decommissioned or reprogrammed.” Aidan walked in with a shocked expression.

“Your A.I watches porn?!”

You sighed. “Unfortunately.  Apparently it’s, quote on quote, interesting.”

As Aidan opened his mouth, Archer interrupted him.


“YOU could learn a thing or two about how to get men in bed from these!”

“Archer, will you just shut up?!” You were nearing the end of your rope. You turned tensely to Aidan. “Let’s just go.”

“Where?”

“I don’t care, as long as Archer is not there.” You spat, now contemplating how much it would cost to get him reprogrammed. You hated to admit it, but having an A.I was useful, just as long as it wasn’t annoying.

You snatched your small purse off the counter and threw the strap over your shoulder before leaving your apartment. Stepping out into the dry heat of the outdoors, Aidan looked at you, clearly confused.

“(f/n), where exactly are we going?” He asked.

“I have no idea whatsoever. You’ve been here longer, know anywhere good?”

Aidan paled slightly; he oh so rarely exited the compound, and now he only leaves on a regular basis because of you. He didn’t know that many places either, but he did know someone who would; the RED Spy.

“Um, just a second, (f/n). I’m going to make a phone call; wait here.”

You nodded, but wondered why he was going to make the call in private.

Walking a short distance in to the alleyway, Aidan stood with his back to (f/n). He didn’t like not being able to make the call near her, he just didn’t want her to hate him. Slipping his phone out of his pocket, he ran his finger across the small holo-screen, until he came to a contact marked “Spy”. Tapping on it, he placed the small glass device to his ear.

His team’s Spy picked up on the other end. “Bon jour…” He said tentatively, unsure what to make of the fact the RED Pyro was calling him. “Why are you calling me?”

“Hey, Spy, listen. I need to ask you-“

“Sacre bleu!” The Spy exclaimed. “Pyro, you’re a man?!”

“Yes!” Aidan hissed. “But that’s beside the point. Just, don’t tell anyone, okay? Or I’ll tell the rest of the team what you did to the BLU Scout’s mother. Anyways, I need some help.”

“Alright, alright, what do you need? If it iz somezhing zhat I cannot supply, and you know it, call someone else.”

“Yeah, well, it is, in fact, something you can. Listen, I’ve got a girl here-“

“You’ve got a girl with you?! Are you dating?! Does she know about, well, you being on Team Fortress?”

“NO! I’m not dating her. She also doesn’t know what I do. God, Spy, will you just listen for once? Look, she’s really annoyed at her A.I and she wants to go somewhere. Thing is, I don’t know where! I rarely go outside! I figure because you go outside a lot, you might know someplace, like, I dunno, a café or a store.”

The Spy on the other end gave a low chuckle. “Mon ami, I know zhe perfect place for you and your lady-friend… Now, just go to zhis address and trust me…”

Aidan jotted the address down on his hand as Spy gave it to him. “Alright, thanks Spy. I owe you one.”

“My pleasure, mon ami. However, you do owe me a favour, and I will, how do you say, cash in on your promise.”

“Okay, whatever. Just, for the record, this conversation never happened. Seriously, I don’t want people knowing who I am. Please, I’m begging you here.”

“I won’t, as long as you don’t reveal who my petite fleure is to zhe rest of zhe RED team; zhe BLU already knows.”

“How-” Aidan started, but Spy cut him off. “It iz a long story zhat I do not care to repeat.”

“Alright, bye.” “Au revoir.” Aidan shut his phone off and went to go meet up with (f/n) again.