Bumblebee x Reader

1.7

(Y/N)'d seen enough horror movies to know this strange man meant nothing good. She slammed the door. Rather, she tried to, but the man wedged his foot through the doorframe before she got the chance.

"You're (Y/N) (L/N), right?"

"No." She pressed all her weight on the door.

He laughed through his nose and pushed it open, anyway. "Your parents home?"

His men filed in on either side of them – so many (Y/N) lost count, each of them in the same tailored suit as the man in front of her. A testament to their importance, and just how deep into shit (Y/N) had gotten herself.

Sam came bustling down the stairs to see what was going on. He stopped beside (Y/N), eyeing the man who let himself in. "Who's this guy?"

"You're the Wickity boy," he said.

"Witwicky, who are you?"

He rolled his eyes. "The government, Sector-Seven."

"I've never heard of it."

"Never will." He stepped further into the house, his scrutinizing gaze combing through the living room. "You're the great-grandson of Captain Archibald Wickity, are you not?"

"Witwicky," Sam said again.

"And Miss (L/N), last night you filed a stolen car report. We think it's involved in a national security matter."

"What?" (Y/N) said. "National security?"

"That's right, national security." He pulled one of his men aside. "Get me a sample and some isotope readings."

Oh, they were screwed. (Y/N) had long since tucked the glasses into her jacket sleeve, but she had no idea where the Autobots had gone. Maybe it was a good thing, she told herself. Maybe they'd gone far away so Sector-Seven couldn't find them. Though for how long, she didn't know. It was only a matter of time before they came back to ask about those glasses.

She cast a glance in Sam's direction, hoping he might have some plan. Of course, he didn't. He was just as confused as she was. Evading the government when they broke into your house was not exactly something of their caliber.

"Oh, my gosh, what is–" (Y/N)'s mom had arrived home, clutching the pendant on her necklace as she looked around the crowded room. "What is going on!"

"Mom," (Y/N)'d never felt more relieved to see anyone. "You've got to help us–"

"Who are all these people?"

"Hello, ma'am, you must be Mrs. (L/N)." The man returned, greeting her with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "My name is Agent Simmons, I'm with Sector Seven, and I'll be taking your daughter and her little friend here into custody."

"Excuse me?" She blinked dumbly. "For what, exactly?"

"I'm afraid that's confidential."

She scoffed, still sliding her pendant back and forth on her necklace chain. "You can't do that."

"Yes, I can." He showed her his badge as if it were all the confirmation she needed.

(Y/N)'s dad arrived next, looking both extremely irritated and extremely confused. "What the hell is going on?"

"He says he's going to take (Y/N) into custody," her mother explained anxiously.

"Like hell he is!"

(Y/N) almost smiled. Her dad's temper was shorter than hers. If Simmons pressed the right buttons, her dad would cause a scene big enough for her and Sam to sneak away.