(Bumblebee x Black! Reader)
A Storyteller.
That's what Y/n always seemed to be, whether it was the piles of notebooks or the simple fact her flash drive compacted all the stories her grandfather ever told.
"Hero's always have their stories to tell...
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'Respect is important-but the higher power knows nothing about that'-Mikaela Banes
5
Mad wouldn't be the proper words to describe the sheer emotions she was feeling at the moment. This was the second time she was placed in handcuffs thanks to the boy who sat on the other side of Mikaela in the backseat. Her arms ached in the position she sat in, knees placed together in cramped fashion due to the driver's seat being rolled back a bit. Livid-yes that was the word (Y/n) wanted to use.
"Comfortable?" Simmons joked, he was met with an icy glare before the eyes traveled back to the window beside them, "I see you're the smart one out of the three of them. You haven't said a word since we took you guys away."
"I'll speak when we have a lawyer," She bit out, her voice dripping in venom from the night filled events, "None of us are going to be talking to you."
"Ah," He grabbed his phone, pulling up a file with her face attached, "(Y/n) (L/n), only child-daughter of (D/n) and (M/n). Both parents tragically murdered in hit and run with the child being the only survivor, custody given to (GD/n) and (GM/n). (GD/n) died from cancer-"
Simmons was cut off from being struck in the head with the teens right foot, the heel of her worn out sneaker connecting with his jaw. Mikeala had moved against Sam to give the girl a passage of revenge to her utmost pleasure. The agent was shocked, locking in on heated brown eyes nailing him to the seat.
"Keep my family's name-out your fucking mouth!"
He laughed nervously, "I simply read your file-"
"Read it again, and I'll park my foot in your ass!"
"Okay-okay," Simmons coughed and rubbed his aching jaw from the assault inflicted, "Did your alien friends teach you how to fight?"
"What?" Sam uttered.
"You heard me,"
"We have no idea what you're talking about," Mikaela lied smoothly.
"Oh-oh, okay," The man chuckled to himself, "Ladiesman217. That is your eBay username, right?"
"Yeah, but, you know-it was a typo and I ran with it." Sam's excuse was total bullshit. He needed to just tell the truth for now on.
"What do you make of this?" The car went silent as Simmons played the tape, ultimately damning them with evidence.
"My name is Sam Witwicky, okay? I am here with my best friend (Y/n) (L/n) and my car-"
"Is that you?" He cocked a brow.
"Yeah that sounds like LadiesMan." Mikaela stated simply. Sam rolled his eyes to hide his embarrassment.
"Last night at the station, you told the officer your car transformed. And that girl over there," The man pointed to (Y/n), "Said she had evidence that they've been here for years."
