Tracer lowered her eyes softly at his sincere reaction, one hand resting on her hip. Admittedly, although she tried and succeeded in keeping her cool - and her ears out - there was a level of excitement in her stomach that rose at Timmy’s little fanboy, even if she had to place a finger over her lips to make him keep it down a little.
Nonetheless, Tracer shook her head at Brian’s words gently, though she looked far from pushy. While she did appreciate his words, she couldn’t stop herself from doing all she could when she had the chance. “You don’t have to ask, really. It’s the least I can do, honestly. After all, you two are heroes as well, just like us!”
And, no, Tracer knew that wasn’t just the whole ‘lying to kids to make them feel better’ move. She meant it entirely. Even if they would’ve been fine, the actions of both the kids made things end a lot smoother than they could of - not to mention, they’d done in more in foiling their plans in less than a few seconds then Tracer and Winston had done in five minutes.
“Suppose I probably should check around the area for a moment, though, just to be sure. Both of you stay safe until I come back, yeah? Make sure to stay hidden,” Tracer reaffirmed, though was sure they would do so anyways. So, with a bit of a wink, she headed back towards the door to leave without (hopefully) attracting any attention.
A loud crash seemed to come from outside, to which Tracer was slower in her reaction then she would’ve been, but the door was already close enough that blinking would’ve surely caused her to crash into it. To her dismay, however, despite turning the handle at ease, no amount of pushing or shoving could get it to budge. She repeated the motion a few times, as all reassurance began to drain from her and her stomach felt empty.
This wasn’t good, this wasn’t good at all.
“Alright, um,” -what could she do? She didn’t know what to do- “just- stay calm, we’ll find a way out of here.” As if she could speak. And, as Tracer glanced around, she found their was no other exit of any type anywhere. Even the windows were unable to be left through. Just what kind of place was this?
“We are heroes!” Timmy squealed and once again covered his mouth with small, still injured hands and continued to giggle. His cast was still on, but he had a couple signatures scrawled on it. Maybe he’ll ask Tracer to sign his cast. Then he’d hope his hand would never be unbroken.
Brian just cocked an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t call us heroes. I was just..trying to help. I couldn’t let Smurfette take that gauntlet. I just knew it’d be bad if it did and you were just trying to help Winston. I did what I could. And if Timmy didn’t help me, we would’ve both gotten shot. We were really in the way more than anything.”
As she bid her farewell, Timmy waved goodbye and Brian went to hide his brother. They quickly found a crawl space underneath a storage box; It appears they were in a giant storage complex at the back of a shopping mall; so there were plenty of places to hide.
But when she said she couldn’t open the door, Brian’s eyes widened. “What do you mean you can’t get out. Timmy wait here, I’m going to help”
Brian ran over and started to try to help her unstick the door. He made a nervous “umf” sound as he tried to pull, but he ended up just falling over.
“Can’t you just ‘blink’ out or however you call it?” he asked, and Timmy the Overwatch Know-It-All was quick to chime in “That’s not how blinking works, dummy. Right, Tracer?”
“Hey, there’s no need for name calling!” Brian hissed at his brother. “Now, sit down while Tracer and I figure this out!”
“Okay, Dad.” Timmy pouted. It appears it times of stress, the boys first reaction is to start squabbling. “What’re ya gonna do next, ground me to my room?”
“Timmy would you stop being so dang difficult?” Brian hissed. “And you know the rules, when we’re by ourselves, I’m in charge!”
“What if I want Tracer to be in charge! She’s a lot less likely to get us killed than you are, Brian-the-Buttface!” Timmy proceeded to once again pantomime throwing a missle at his brother, his usual way of showing his sibling he’s mad.
“Tracer IS in charge. But so am I. You listen to us both, Timmy. and again with the missles? You’re turning 9, grow up!”