Beeps and Buzzes

🌒 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 11

　　　
Bee skid to an adrupt halt, seatbelt preventing any head trauma. Those up front scampering out as you remained inside. Bracing against the back seats as he transformed, cupped between two servos that gently tipped you towards the ground.

Bee-lining for a close by bus shelter, Skipping over trip hazards, each footfall a leaden as you came to linger alongside Sam and Carly.

There was too much overlapping visual noise for you to risk shooting at faraway targets. Although, saying that; those less than fortunate to stumble into your line of sight found themselves robbed of a limb or two.

"We need to thin this crowd!" retreating into the shelter with a jerky movement as a stray missile skirted by, for the first time in a long while feeling genuinely fatigued "taking annnny suggestions"

Anxiously peering upward towards a looming Cybertron, several sizes larger than Earth, littered in hexagonal designs. Undeniably complex, though preferably observed from a great distance.

Sam hadn't said much in the past half hour. Carly, worry etched upon her grimy face latched onto her unnervingly quiet lover "Sam, what can we do -"

"OPTIMUS!" flinching at the sheer volume, forming a look of displeasure, half tempted to scream Sam's name in a fit of pettiness.

Tearing through the skies, dispatching all those daring to oppose his presence, displaying only brute strength. In a way it was a rather awe-inspiring (albeit blurring between the lines of overkill and necessity) display.

Optimus truly mastered the art of making entrances.

Something about that unfiltered power kept you from looking away. It nearly cost you your head. Totally worth it! Once in a lifetime sight to see.

Carly screamed your name.

Staggering back inside, narrowly avoiding getting decapitated, crouching down to spy between a break between window advertisement in order to continue observing Chicagos warfare.

Concern gradually took hold, after a period spent watching in morbid fascination, seeing soldiers call brought focus back to Sam and Carly's welfare.

Deciding to sherperd them to a sturdier barricade, keen gaze landing on a pile of bashed up concrete, guiding both to aforementioned pile by weaving between multiple metal limbs.

During this, Optimus had brought down the Command Pillar. Sentinel grew enraged, initiating a brawl in a cry of outrage. Both evenly matched, you wide-eyed behind your new cover as things escalated even further with buildings getting decimated, cars run over, general destruction left in their wake.

Pointedly ignoring a display of intimacy behind you, biting back any comments pertaining to 'not time nor place'.

"Okay, I'm gonna try and help"

"stop! Don't, don't - "

"Listen - Listen! You'll be okay" a sharp gaze bore into your very existence, a shudder rattled down your spine "[Y/N] is going to protect you, she won't let anything happen. She's good at keeping people safe"

Stiffening, considering that to be a much heavier burden than you wanted to carry, in a swish of [h/c] hair faced the pair completely unamused. Lips parted to rebuke this sudden dispensing of responsibility, one glance at Sam's pleading eyes kept you silent.

Begrudgingly accepting these new circumstances, that Sam had rediscovered his Hero Complex (much to your chagrin), settling for cautious optimism.

You could handle whatever Carly threw at you. She had truckloads of common sense, after all. Perhaps this all worked in your favour!