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~I been down the darkest alleys, saw the dark side of the moon to get to you~ Wolves - Selina Gomez & Marshmello
~Jessica's POV~
"You've got to break this case down," Simmons starts. "What we have here is an astronaut epidemic. MIA, dead, died in a car accident, killed, DOA, car death. It's like these guys can't drive. They can fly into outer space, but they can't drive a car."
"I don't drive," I say as I tap my claws against the wooden table. "Like, ever... but I can fly a dragon," someone knocks at the door and Sam jumps up to get it.
"Procured your information, Witwicky," an older man with wavy grey hair hands a few files to Sam.
"Thank you, Bruce," as Sam turns to shut the door, the man blocks it with his foot.
"Now... would you let me see one right now? One time?" Bruce pleas.
"Quick," Sam steps aside.
"Very," a child-like smile fills the man's face as he runs up to Bee who was kneeling on the floor behind me.
"Dude, your hair looks disgusting," Bee whirs, knowing the man can't understand him. I burst out in laughter and earn a glance from Bee. The man's attention lands on me.
"Fucking... awesome," he says as I walk over, not wanting him to be involved in the table conversation. Bruce starts jumping around and holding up fists.
"What are you doin, old man?" I ask mostly to myself.
"Come to Daddy," he says quietly at Bumblebee who shakes his finger back and forth denying the old coot's request. "Come on, throw down! Ya," he throws a punch. "Hua!" He kicks at Bee who throws his armor down.
"Did you eat a lot of paint chips when you were a kid?" Bee uses the radio to speak.
"Pfft, ha!" I laugh.
"He's a freak," I hear Simmons in the background.
"Ha! Like it?" Bruce does some sort of dance.
At least I think he's dancing...?
"Get back!" Bee tells as he shoves Bruce to the ground with a digit and aims his cannon at the man who laughs hysterically.
"Aha! I'm ticklish!" He laughs.
"Sir!" Simmons yells. "We are having a pretty high-level alien intel confab here, that I don't think you're cleared for, errand boy."
"Yeah, you're right. It's a bitching robot!" Bruce smiles as he clumsily gets to his feet.
"Oh, yeah. Ignore the fucking werewolf standing right next to the bitching robot," I roll my eyes and Bee laughs.
