[PETERICK] i'm sorry lover (these days i tend to lie)

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a/n: okay so this was written in 2015 but i figured i should probably upload my old writing on here. originally it was just a long oneshot-type thing on ao3 but i decided to break it up into five parts for wattpad. enjoy! it's gay

Movie superheroes had it a lot easier than actual ones.

That was Patrick's first thought as he flew through the air and into downtown Chicago, where Andy had informed him shit was being wrecked.

And wrecked it was.

Yet another supervillain had come up with the "original" idea that building a gigantic robot was the way to get the entire town to cower beneath them, as if that cliché hadn't been played out enough. Patrick (or Soundwave, as he was known to local newspapers) was just about sick of it.

If you're gonna be evil, at least be creative about it, Patrick thought as he hovered above the robot that was currently chasing civilians and crushing automobiles. It was like someone had taken a Transformer, downsized it, and crossed it with a snake. How fucking generic was that?

The machine's red eyes locked onto the superhero, whose yellow and black spandex practically glittered in the sunlight.

"Soundwave!" Patrick could practically hear the sneer in the dude's voice, "What a wonderful surprise to see you here!" The robot paused its destruction and stared up at Patrick, who levitated a few feet from its "face".

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Patrick rolled his eyes, "Hurry up with your villain shtick, I don't have all day. Let's get this over with." He pretended to glance at his wrist to prove his point.

However, in the place of more dull villain speeches, Patrick got a metal robot arm knocking him from the sky.

He hit the ground with a crash, his body burning from the impact of the robot and how hard he fell. The superhero was stunned for a few moments, ears ringing and vision blurry.

That's a new one, He thought as he tried to push himself from the ground, only to have a massive robot leg kick him hard on his side and slide him halfway down the destroyed street.

"That exciting enough for you, Soundwave?" The villain inside the mecha taunted as his machine made its way down the street to beat Patrick up some more.

Patrick pushed himself off the ground, his head spinning. Regardless, he stared down the machine and rose up into the air again, this time out of range of the robot. He took a deep breath and focused on the machine, allowing his hearing to momentarily improve as he drew sound energy from the air. He then did what he did best.

He took the sound and made it dangerous.

The was a split second of silence as Patrick released the energy directly at the robot, but it was quickly followed by the sound of glass breaking and the villain screaming as the pressure of the sound hit him. Patrick took advantage of the now-exposed villain's vulnerability and swooped down into the cockpit of the mecha and grabbed him.

Patrick seized the villain by the collar and yanked him from the controls. The bad guy was passed out, with a little line of blood running from his ear, but Patrick didn't think he was dead. Probably deaf for the rest of his life, but not dead, and that's what mattered to him.

The superhero floated down to the ground with the unconscious villain in his grasp. There was applause from the civilians and useless police officers as he landed, and Patrick couldn't help but smile.

However hard it may be, Patrick loved his job and wouldn't trade it for the world.

He quickly went through the motions of handing the baddie off to the police to take to the slammer, and expertly dodging people as they tried to thank him.