Static Shift🔱(Avengers//Transformers//BumblebeexOc)

🔱1.8🔱

The group finds themselves in a large room, surrounding a glass container. The area is entirely concrete, and it takes a second before everyone can entirely pile into the room.

"Please step inside," Simmons states, obviously impatient, "They have to lock us in." Once everyone's inside, Spencer hears the distinct click of a lock.

"Oh wow."

Against the far wall, there is a set of long claw marks, dragging from roof to floor.

"What's that? Freddy Krueger done been up in here or something?" Simmons rolls his eyes at Epps' comment.

"Oh, no, man. Freddy Krueger has four blades, man. That's only three. That's Wolverine!" The Stark's mockery doesn't go unnoticed as she receives daggers from the soldier.

"That's very funny."

"Anybody have any mechanical devices? BlackBerry? Key alarm Cell phone?" Spencer slowly slides her phone back into her jeans pocket.

"I got a phone." Glen pulls the small Nokia out of his jacket pocket and hands it to the crack-pot soldier.

Simmons receives it before sliding it into the glass box. "Nokia's are real nasty. Gotta respect the Japanese, they know the way of the Samurai."

Spencer raises an eyebrow, "Nokia is from Finland."

"Yes, but he's, you know, a little strange," the secretary whispers, "He's a little strange."

"We're able to take the Cube radiation and funnel it into that box. Mean little sucker isn't he?"

The newly formed Nokia-bot began shooting at the glass, growling at the same time.

"That thing is freaky," Glen exclaims.

"Kind of like the itty-bitty Energizer Bunny from hell, huh? He's breaking the box." The Sector Seven agent presses a button, effectively frying the bot where he stands. A boom and the shake of the concrete around them causes everything to fall silent. "Gentlemen, they now the cube is here."

Everyone rushes out of the room, following after a 'secretly' frantic Simmons.

"Banachek. What's going on?"

Banachek is a young scientist who has been studying the frozen mech for just a few months now, he quivers while answering, "Well, the NBE one hanger has lost power."

"What?"

"... and the backup generator?"

"That won't cut it," Spencer cuts in, "doesn't matter the size of the generator, you'll never get enough power to keep that thing frozen."

"Do you have an arms room?" Captain Lennox head off toward it after hearing the response.

Spencer, Sam and Mikaela follow them, the former intending to take a weapon of her own. The other two find it would be safer with them as protection than if they went without.

"Forty millimetre sabot rounds on that table!"

"That's good. Get all the ammo you got. Everything you can carry. Bring it." Lennox hands a gun to Spencer after she assures him she can handle one.

"You got to take me to my car. He's gonna know what to do with the cube." Sam tries his luck at convincing the stubborn middle-aged man.

"Yeah, take us to the car Simmons."

He scoffs, amused at the notion, "your car? It's confiscated."

"Then unconfiscate it." Spencer's tone is dangerous, but her sass level is through the roof.

"We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing!" He defends. No goal.

"You don't know," Spencer jabs a finger to his chest, "I know we have a lesser chance at imminent doom."

"Maybe you know, but I don't know." Spencer scoffs, she just gave him a perfectly valid reason to bring the Autobot to the cube. But nooooo.

"You just wanna sit here and see what happens?"

"I have people's lives at stake here, young man." Sam takes a step closer as if to threaten him. Spencer snickers at his attempt of intimidation. He seems to be doing that a lot lately.

Lennox makes an annoyed noise before training his gun on the older man, "take him to his car!"

"Drop it."

The secretary of defence gasps as the other soldiers join in at pointing guns at Simmons and his men. Spencer leans against the wall laughing her ass off. "Woah Woah Woah!"

"Drop your weapon, soldier." Simmons has sweat dripping down his already glistening forehead. Lennox is sweating too, just not as bad as the sleaze in front of him. "There's an alien war going on, and you're gonna shoot me?"

"You know, we didn't ask to be here, right?" Spencer questions from the back.

"I'm ordering you, under S-Seven jurisdiction." Oooh is that a threat, agent Simmons?

Epps cuts in, sass dripping from every word, "S-Seven don't exist."

"Right, and we don't take orders from people who don't exist." Mikaela joins in the silent laughing fit Spencer is having at the pissing contest going on.

"I'm gonna count to five, okay?"

"I'm gonna count to three." Spencer and Mikaela are trying so hard not to bust out laughing at this point.

"Simmons?"

"Yes, sir?"

"I'd do what he says, losing isn't really an option for these guys." Mikaela and Spencer finally calm down, at least enough to hear the answer.

"All right. Okay." Simmons throws his hands up, "hey, you wanna lay the fate of the world on the kid's Camaro? That's cool."

Spencer, Sam and Mikaela lead the charge running toward where a team of agents blast Bumblebee with, mainly, ice.

"Hey! Stop!" Spencer, for the first time, sends out a blast of energy. Everyone stops to stare at her. The guns lift from the soldiers' hands and onto the ceiling sticking there.

The stares stop once Bumblebee wraps his fingers around Spencer and pulls her to his chest.

"You alright bee?"