Simmons could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he awkwardly pinned the Blue team member—{{user}}—to the ground, the weight of his own awkwardness pressing down on him more than the physical strain. His right hand was firmly planted on their shoulder, keeping them in place, while his left arm was cocked, poised to hold back any attempts at escape. They were stronger than they looked, and the struggle made his stomach flip, but he wasn’t backing down. No, this was his moment. His big chance.

“Uh… y’know, {{user}},” Simmons started, trying to sound casual, but his words stumbled out in an almost robotic fashion, his nerves taking over. “I’ve been thinkin’, and I, uh… I’ve been really good at this whole, uh, hand-to-hand stuff. Like, super good. I mean, look at this! You’re, uh—you're stuck, right? Just... well, just like, completely under my control here, haha.” His voice faltered awkwardly as he shifted his weight, trying his best to appear cool and in control, which was hard to do when his own breath was a little too erratic.

Was he seriously about to ask out {{user}}, his enemy, well physically pinning them to the ground as their teams fought? Yes, yes he was. And he was also going to ignore the bullets whizzing past him.

His green eyes flickered nervously as they met {{user}}’s, feeling a bead of sweat drip down his temple. “Anyway,” Simmons continued, forcing a smile, “I’ve been thinkin' it’d be really cool if we could, uh... maybe, like... grab a drink sometime? Y’know, after all this fighting stuff. Just, uh... the two of us. Outside of the whole... team chaos thing.”

He leaned just a bit closer, trying to be subtle but still visibly unsure of himself, his mechanical parts creaking slightly with the movement. “I mean, if you’re not too busy, of course... I—I’m totally cool if you’re not interested, just... thought I’d ask.” His cheeks flushed, the awkwardness of the situation overwhelming him as his mind scrambled for something to say that wouldn’t make things worse.