Optimus Prime (TFP) x reader | Autobot

Bulkhead POV

I grumbled as I walked into the base. Glancing up, I saw Ratchet already working on Optimus's wound while Arcee and Bumblebee stood a small ways away. As I approached them, Bumblebee turned to look at me. I saw a flash of confusion on his face before I saw worry.

"Where's (y/n)?" he beeped.

"She stayed behind," I replied with a grunt.

"What?!" Arcee exclaimed, turning to face me. "What do you mean she stayed behind?!"

"Exactly that. She refused to follow me into the bridge."

"So you let her stay?" Ratchet questioned, looking at me from over his shoulder. "She could be captured by the Decepticons! Or worse!"

"This is (y/n) we're talking about," I pointed out. "She's a tough bot. She'll be alright."

"Against a league of Decepticons?" Arcee questioned. "Bulkhead, they'll going to turn her into scrap!"

"Enough." We all turned to look at Optimus. Our leader was sitting up and had the same stoic expression on his face as normal. "Bulkhead is right. (y/n) will be alright."

"Optimus, you can't be serious."

"(y/n) can take care of herself. She must have known what she was doing. If she wanted to give us time to escape, that is what she did. We will find a way to get her back, do not worry."