Starscream x Seeker Reader

.:a bird grounded:.

Starscream cursed and mumbled as he lay bound in stasis cuffs in one of the many Autobot holding cells in the lower parts of their base. He was caught and taken for interrogation after a failed mission for Megatron, but like the stubborn fragger he is refused to speak. Instead he denied any and all conversations with any of the bots, even going as far as spitting on Bulkhead making Prime hold the wrecker back from reducing him to pounded scrap. Which led to his current situation.

It must have been days he had been sitting there nothing but the occasional half empty cube of medical-grade slipped in the cell to him, then later taken out. His days consisted of three things: how to make that slagger Megatron pay for not looking for him, if he could somehow break the stasis cuffs and get out, and eyeing the heavy-duty steel door for weakened points. But this day was different.

Starscream snapped out of the restless recharge he had drifted into by the sounds of screaming. The sounds of scraping, thumping and the continuous Cybertronians curses that filled the hallways outside his cell drew closer each passing second till the doors slid open.

"Let me go you frag-helmed freaks!" Said bot was screaming at the top of their vocals kicking and squirming in Optimus Prime's and Bulkhead's grasp. The screaming made Starscream grit his denta and growl in irritation but only got worse as the other seeker was thrown beside him with a loud klank. Starscream looked on as the primes ripped off the cloth that covered the seekers helm and threw it to a corner unknown. Said seeker was actually a femme that wore (f/f/c) and (s/f/c) armor who had (f/c) optics.

Her orbs shot daggers at the Prime leader and continued to curse him out till the doors slammed shut with a small klick at the end indicating that they had locked it.

The femme was laying painfully on her wings and failed again and again on trying to get up. Eventually she stopped squirming and laid still. Her heavy venting cascaded in the small chamber that she had been thrown in to and was unknowing to Starscream's presence. But Starscream of course sat scowling at the femme. His growling words made you jolt against the floor a little.

"If this is some illogical Autobot trick into trying to get me to talk you're all dead wrong." Starscream's voice was accompanied with a low growl that made the femmes optics widen a bit.

"S-Starscream? Is that you?" The once loud femme said in almost a whisper.

Starscream chuckled, "The one and only. Now who the frag are you femme?!"

"I'm the third ranking trainer of the Decepticon teaching ranks on a small trainer's base. My destination is, (Y/n). I've heard stories of you, you're the supposed best flyer out there." Said femme said in small amazement. Starscream smirked, "glad to see someone has some intellect in the Decepticons other than I." Starscream said going to put his servo on his chassis proudly but only succeeding in hurting the wires of his wrist. Looking over at the new added femme Starscream internally winced at her position. Her wings were flat against the cold flooring and he could instantly tell by the way she was stone still that it was painful. "Can you even see me... (Y/n)?"

She shook her helm slowly trying to move her torso up to try and see him but only cried out as a loud klank filled the room and a now visible dent was in her inner wing. Starscream looked on but reluctantly sighed as he awkwardly got to his peds. He was somewhat lucky to be thrown against the wall, unlike poor, (Y/n) who was flat against the metallic floor. Walking over to her, her optics darted up and met his making him freeze in place. She was actually quite beautiful. Her white faceplating was elegantly lined with her (f/c) helm that had bio seems of neon (f/c) lining all of her armor resembled someone oddly familiar to him but obviously suited her way better. Her lips were full and dark, and her armor was mainly a cool shade of (f/c) with silver seems and plating. Her frame shape was very close to his own but his didnt have the curves that accompanied her.