(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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'Your on thin ice with me. Thin. Fucking. Ice'- (Y/n) (L/n)
6
"Alright, here's the situation. You've all had direct contact with the NBEs," Simmons started. They had been walking for a bit now, coming into contact with a few soldiers along the way. From what (Y/n) had gathered, they had a near death experience with the decepticons-they were lucky to even be alive.
"NBEs?" the brown skinned soldier questioned.
"Non-Biological Extraterrestrials," Simmons quipped, "Try and keep up with the acronyms."
(Y/n) and Sam locked eyes, minds in sync as to what was going on. They had no clue about what they were dealing with all these years. From what the other man with Simmons had declared her deceased uncle had worked with them closely. Just how much did he keep secret about their true nature?
"What you're about to see is totally classified."
They proceeded through the long dark tunnel, and to say they were all shocked was an understatement. The adults stared up at the large cybertronian in front of them, silver jagged plating was seen along with metal claws big enough to wrap around two statues on a college campus. The optics were black-unlit-but the girl couldn't look away from their faceplate. This was the monster she hid underneath her bed each night from; Megatronus-otherwise known as Megatron.
"Dear God. What is this?" The general had spoken.
Banachek looked over to (Y/n) the two making eye contact as he started to move forward, "We think when he made his approach over the north pole, our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry. He crashed in the ice-probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped him here to this facility in 1934."
"We call him NBE One." Simmons announced proudly.
Sam looked at his dear friend, "Uh, (Y/n) I think it's time to correct them don't you think?"
The crowd looked towards the girl, she wasn't paying attention to them, simply staring at the war terrorist her grandfather warned her about. When's the last time she read about this monster? Was it three years? She was pretty sure it was longer. It was funny, every last detail in the book was true about his stature-his looks-his gaze-.
"Correct us?" Simmons questioned in disbelief.
The girl scoffed, finally tuning in, "Yea, no offense. But I think my uncle let this limited information go far too long," She looked over at Banachek, sympathy lacing her eyes," You got everything wrong. He is not NBE One, he's Megatron. Cyberons most fiercest war terrorist and leader of the Decepticons; you see-it was him that led to the fall of their own planet. Killing millions of his own kind to achieve one thing,"
