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Life sucks. You fall in love with it and then get your heart broken into thousands and thousands of little teeny tiny little pieces. That was the way it'd always been. Leading a wonderful life living with your loving family in your lovely house where everybody fits and are all happy? Your father gets his head blown off in front of your entire family for you all to end up having to stay in hiding for years from people that want to hurt you for no good reason. In love and in a relationship with the man of your dreams? Nevermind, years later he's getting married to a woman he doesn't even want to get married too, simply just to escape from how he truly feels about himself.
And however much you want to, you can't do squat about it…Life sucks. Life sucks and then you die.
God, when was his taxi coming? Heavy checked his watch. Okay, maybe he'd checked out of his hotel room a little early. It was scheduled to come in twenty minutes. With how the weather was at the moment, it was probably gonna be delayed.
He heard something. What was that? It sounded like someone calling out.
“Heavy!”
There he was, dressed up in an outfit clearly not made for rain. His brown coat and sneakers opposing Heavy's thick coat and waterproof boots. Missing any form of headwear, it surprised Heavy that he could seemingly see anything through the water covering his glasses.
He looked away from him, not really wanting to pay him any attention.
It hurt less that way…
Medic, out of breath, stopped right next to him. He put his hands on his knees panting like a dog. He must’ve ran there.
“Wh-...What are you doing here?”
“I, pfhh, I need to talk to you”
“But why go by foot? You have a car”
“Out of fuel. I am aware I could have borrowed another one of the several cars standing in my driveway, but I’d probably crash that with how fast I’d be driving. Especially in this weather”
“Still, you could have dressed a little better. Coat and shoes like that are not made for rain. Doctor is drenched. You will freeze to death ”
Even after these years the man still didn't know how to care for himself. Heavy remembered all the times the team had fought in either rain or snow and Medic hadn't dressed right. Perhaps he thought the regular outfit he usually wore would be enough? It never was. Heavy would always have to help warm him up. He thought about all the times he'd held his freezing doctor in his arms.
“I know that. I dressed to walk to my car and then drive here. When I saw that my car was out of gas I didn't want to waste any time on going back inside and changing into something more suitable for walking, or running I suppose, in the rain. I-...I needed to know that I'd have enough time to say what I wanted to get said”
“What could you possibly have to say to me?”
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving you in America. I'm sorry for trying to forget you. To move on from you. In my little over five decades on this earth, that is my one.biggest.regret” His voice shaky, he sniffled.
“Was that not what doctor wanted?”
“Only because that's what I'd been telling myself. That doesn't make it true. I was actively lying to myself, and by that, lying to you”
“Yes, I figured”
“I'm sorry, okay?”
“I understand that. You have said sorry several times.
“I know. I could say it a million more times and it still wouldn't come near to how sorry I actually am. If I could go back to when we said goodbye in America I would have grabbed hold of you and never let go. I can't go back. But…I can go forward. I want to do that. I want to move on and go forward. With you. That I can do. Which I do, I really do. Badly.”
“What about Frida? Does she know?”
“She's the only one who knows”
“And?”
“She convinced me to come here. We're not getting married. The whole thing's off”
“What about not wanting to stick out? Doctor seemed pretty terrified of that”
“I thought about it while I ran here. As I got closer and closer I realized that I don't care. At all. Not anymore at least. I want to stick out…with you. I want to walk down the street holding your hand, I want to sit down at a bench in some park in the middle of the day and kiss you just because I can. I want to have a life with you”
“You figured that out on the way here?”
“I figured it out the day we started working together and I first laid my eyes on you. I think I’ve just been repressing it. I-”
He was cut off by Heavy dropping his umbrella before taking a big step towards him. Caught off guard, Medic didn't move a muscle as the other man grabbed him by the back of his head. Especially not when he pulled him into a kiss. Medic embraced him back, holding onto the other man, putting his arms around him the best he could. The two pulled away from each other's faces and, while still holding onto each other, just stayed like that, holding one another. Even if it was simply just for a minute, it felt like an eternity. Just the two. In that moment, to each other, they were the only ones who mattered in the slightest. None of them heard as the crazed winds whipped the trees left to right and blew around whatever scraps or trash had been dropped on the street. None of them felt as the rain drenched the two to the point where there was water down to their undergarments. Nothing. Nothing other than one holding the other with a grip strong enough to crush coal into diamond. Nothing other than the one being held burying his face into the other so deep he couldn't breath. Not that he cared. Not that either of the men cared.
They'd finally gotten hold of each, and neither of them were ever planning on letting go. Heck, if it meant that they'd never ever have to, they would both have gladly stayed there in silence by the hotel entrance as it rained cats and dogs on them. All alone.
Together