Bumblebee x (Female) reader Dark Of The Moon

Uncovering the truth

We finally got to a club, where we were expecting the cosmonauts. We were just watching from the cars, waiting for them to pass by. Apparently, Dutch were really good at tracking down people and had been able to track these guys as well.

We didn't need to wait long, before Dutch confirmed that the people walking past us were in fact the cosmonauts. We left the Autobots outside, before walking to the entry to the club. We followed the men to a more discreet door and Simmons walked up to it and knocked. A small slot opened as a pair of eyes looked at us, not really looking like they wanted us there. "Do svidaniya." Simmons greeted confidently. "That means "goodbye"." The man who the eyes belonged to retorted, closing the little slot immediately. I could help but laugh a bit, having Sam bump into me with his elbow to stop me. "Ouch." I said with a giggle, before taking a deep breath to calm me down. Simmons gave me a slight glare before mouthing "Watch this" and knocked on the door again. When the same pair of eyes returned from behind the slot, Simmons held out a little roll of money, handing it to the man on the other side who took it and said something in Russian. The slot closed once more before the door opened.

The inside was definitely a more sketchy place, but it still looked luxurious. It was definitely one of those places that you only knew existed if you already knew it existed, so how Simmons knew about it, Baffled me. The walls were a dark wooden brown color and all the decorations were red with golden details. As we walked in, Simons signalized for Sam to stay a bit in the back, while he ushered me over to him. "What?" I whispered. "I need you to stay beside me." Simmons explained. "Why?" I deadpanned, not really into the idea to go over to these guys who definitely had guns on their hands. "See that beautiful woman there?" Simmons asked, discreetly pointing me to the lady sitting with the cosmonauts. I nodded, a small frown forming on my lips. "She is kind of like... a decoration." Simmons explained. "To show they are important people." I raised a brow, not really getting where he was going with this. "I need you to be my "decoration" as well." Simmons explained, looking at me dead serious. "I still don't get how I can help." I muttered, looking over at the table. "You are an attractive woman, (Y/N). It will make us look more like important people." I scrunched up my nose. "All you need to do is look pretty. You don't have to say anything." Simmons instructed, holding his arm out. I sighed, "You owe me 20 dollars for this." I grumbled as I linked my arm through his.

Simmons, Dutch and I walked over to the ones we knew were the cosmonauts, before stopping in front of them. "Dutch, give me something tough." Simmons ordered, having his assistant rushing through a russian dictionary in hopes of finding something. "Baryshnikov." Dutch suggested, clearly not sure if it was "We do speak english." One of the cosmonauts said impatiently. He had short gray hair and a slight beard. "Dutch, you suck." Simmons turned to Dutch, looking him straight in the eyes as he said it. I kinda felt bad for him. He was just trying to do his job. Dutch was kind of just left there, on the spot, not knowing how to respond to this. "It's a Cyrillic alphabet." Dutch stuttered, trying to defend himself. "It's like all the buttons you never push on a calculator!" He explained, looking over at me. I just shrugged and gave him a sympathetic smile. "I don't suck." He mumbled, walking over to the bar.

Simmons pulled out a chair for me, before sitting down on the chair to my right. "Agent Seymour Simmons, Sector Eight, formerly Seven." He introduced, leaving me out of the introduction, which I was really happy for. I really didn't have to do anything else, other than look pretty and I wasn't planning on doing anythin else at the moment. "We know who you are, cosmonautchiks." Simmons informed the men. "So what?" The other cosmonaut asked. This guy seemed to be shorter than the first guy, and was bald. "You were supposed to travel to the dark side of the moon, then it all got shut down." Simmons said, looking at me, making me shake my head in fake pity for the men. Simmons grabbed an empty glass, looking straight at the men. "The question is, why?" Simmons voice to a more intimidating one. He poured some whisky in the glass, giving it to me before getting a new glass for himself.