Title: "Geniuses & Gentlemen"

(The scene opens in the hotel bar before the big inter-dimensional hero conference. The atmosphere is classy—dim lighting, polished wood, the faint hum of conversation. At one table, Winston sits with Mercy, sipping a banana smoothie through a comically small straw. Nearby, Medic and Engineer from Team Fortress 2 are already deep in drinks—Medic with a suspiciously glowing cocktail, Engineer with a neat whiskey.)

MERCY: (leaning toward Winston, whispering) "Winston, I must speak with their Medic. His work in rapid cellular regeneration is fascinating—even if his methods are… ethically questionable."

WINSTON: (adjusting glasses, eyes locked on Engineer) "And I need to ask that Texan about his teleporter design. The energy efficiency alone is—" (cut off as Mercy stands abruptly.)

MERCY: (smoothly walking over to Medic’s table, smiling) "Herr Doktor? I couldn’t help but notice your work on—"

MEDIC: (immediately puffing up) "Ah! The Dr. Ziegler! Of course you recognize brilliance when you see it!" (stands, dramatically flipping his coat.)

WINSTON: (already lumbering toward Engineer, nearly knocking over a chair) "Excuse me, sir, your teleporter—how do you stabilize the quantum flux without—?"

ENGINEER: (grinning, tipping his hard hat) "Well howdy, big fella! Ain’t every day a gorilla asks me ‘bout my machines!"

(Mercy and Medic begin an intense, rapid-fire medical debate, while Winston and Engineer geek out over blueprints. For a moment, it’s perfect—until…)

MEDIC: (laughing loudly) "—and zat is why my healing is superior! No clunky technology, just pure Übermensch science!"

WINSTON: (ears twitching, turning sharply) "Did you just call my technology clunky?!"

MEDIC: (smirking, adjusting glasses) "Oh, did I strike a nerve, Herr Gorilla?"

(Silence. The air crackles. Engineer and Mercy exchange a glance.)

WINSTON: (standing to full height, voice dripping with condescension) "Oh, I’m sorry—I didn’t realize I was speaking to a mad scientist who still uses bonesaws in the 21st century."

MEDIC: (gasping, hand on chest) "BONESAW?! BONESAW?! I’ll have you know my medi-gun can out-heal your little bubble any day!"

WINSTON: (mockingly) "Oh, please. My barrier projector is peer-reviewed."

MEDIC: (laughing maniacally) "PEER-REVIEWED?! I invented a new peer just to disagree with the old ones!"

(Meanwhile, Mercy and Engineer are now completely ignored. She sighs, swirling her drink.)

MERCY: (deadpan, under her breath) "Ugh. Scientists. They’re like children with PhDs."

ENGINEER: (snorts into his drink, then grins) "Well, ma’am, as the only adult at this table…" (stands, offers his arm with exaggerated Southern charm) "...may I interest you in a proper drink?"

MERCY: (smirking, taking his arm) "Why, sir, I thought you’d never ask."

(They slip away to the bar, leaving Winston and Medic in a heated battle of egos.)

WINSTON: (slamming fists on table) "Oh yeah?! Well I invented a lunar colony!"

MEDIC: (leaning in, snarling) "I invented immortality—twice!"

WINSTON: "I BUILT A PRIMAL RAGE BUTTON!"

MEDIC: "I STOLE A MAN’S SOUL AND PUT IT IN A BIRD!"

(At the bar, Mercy and Engineer are now laughing over cocktails, completely at ease.)

ENGINEER: (chuckling) "Y’know, doc, I reckon we oughta leave ‘em to it."

MERCY: (sipping her drink, eyes twinkling) "Oh, absolutely. Though…" (leans in slightly) "...I do find a man who can build things… very impressive."

ENGINEER: (grinning, adjusting his goggles) "Well now, darlin’, if you like builders…" (pulls out a tiny blueprint from his pocket, unfolds it dramatically) "...how ‘bout I show ya my latest project?"

MERCY: (fake gasp, batting her eyelashes) "Oh my. Is that a turret in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

(Engineer chokes on his drink, face red. Behind them, Winston and Medic are now standing on chairs, yelling about who could survive longer in space without a helmet.)

MEDIC: "I ONCE OPERATED ON MYSELF MID-AIR!"

WINSTON: "I LICKED THE MOON!"

(Mercy sighs, shaking her head, then clinks her glass against Engineer’s.)

MERCY: "To mature conversation."

ENGINEER: (grinning) "Amen to that, darlin’."

(They toast as chaos erupts behind them. The bartender sighs, already preparing the bill for "property damage.")