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

🔱1.12🔱

Spencer watches exhausted, as Sam leaps up into the air and holds the Allspark out toward the chest of Megatron. She sighs in relief, cradling her injured arms. She stands to embrace him and breathes in his blood-tinged scent. 

The group of humans all leave their shelter and approach the dead Megatron, and Optimus who stands over him. Mikaela and Bee pull up and watch with happy smiles at the victory. 

"You left me no choice brother," Optimus seems saddened by the sight of Megatron lying dead on the broken pavement,  "Sam, I owe you my life, we are in your debt. And your powers, Spencer Stark, have saved us all. I thank you for your sacrifice." Spencer's gaze falls to her arms, now deemed in too much pain to use. 

Ratchet approaches Optimus, two pieces of a once great Autobot lying lifeless in his arms, "Prime, we couldn't save him." 

"Jazz."

Sam hugs Mikaela close to him, watching Tony do the same to his sister. Steve approaches the siblings from behind. Placing a hand on Tony's soldier. 

"We've lost a great comrade, but gained new ones. Thank you, all of you. You honour us with your bravery."

"Permission to speak, sir?" Spencer looks up at the unfamiliar voice, finding the injured Bumblebee to be the culprit. 

"Permission granted, old friend." 

"What,  you speak now?" Spencer giggles, Sam's hands are placed on his hips as if scolding a child. 

"I wish to stay with the boy." The Stark girl's smile falls slightly. Not hearing mention of her among those he wants to stay with does put a damper on the mood.

"If that is his wish."

"Yes." 

"I guess that is our queue." Bruce has returned to standard form and joins the rest of the Avengers. Sam and Mikaela frown, seeing that Spencer makes no move to stay. 

"Spence?"

She turns on her heel and smiles sadly. A traitor tear falls down her cheek. Her arms wrap around the teens, whispering goodbyes into their ears, promising to call often. Bee whirs sadly, watching her head into the waiting Quinjet and the ramp closing behind her. 

Spencer sits on the uncomfortable chair in between the blonde haired god, and blue eyes war hero. Across from her is a man in handcuffs. A green garb fit to measure, and a mouth block covering his lips. His stare burns into her, causing her to shift uncomfortably in her seat. Thor notices, glaring back at his brother. 

"Loki." He hisses, warning dripping from every syllable. The man in question rolls his eyes and looks away. 

"Reindeer games over there is why the invasion in New York happened," Tony explains, "Such fun company, you and him would get along great Jaguar." 

Steve raises an eyebrow at the nickname, glancing to Spencer who shrugs. 

The team arrive back at Stark Tower in New York, observing the damage and glaring at Loki in turn. Spencer winces, she remembers the baby blueprints for this place, and to see it in such disarray makes her heart hurt.

"Well, this floor is trashed." Natasha comments, kicking away an empty whisky bottle. Tony sighs and pulls out his phone, making a few calls. Clean up starts as soon as possible. Spencer heads for the, somehow, still operational elevator. She selects the floor labelled S.S and presses her thumb to the scanner. The elevator rises for two floors before stopping. The doors open to reveal a modern looking apartment. Designed for her, by her. 

She smiles. At least this one is still intact. She steps in and flops onto the couch. Letting out a long sigh. She wraps herself in a blanket and allows a few tears to slip. She's just left Sam and Mikaela without an explanation. She feels awful. Suddenly the elevator doors open and out steps Natasha. 

"Hey, Tony said you probably wouldn't want to bunk with a guy." Spencer cracks a small smile. He's right after all. "Sad?" The assassin plops down next to the teenager. She sighs and nods. "I know the feeling."

The two end up talking the night away. The men all left hours ago to go get Shwarma, leaving the tower to the girls. Natasha and Spence migrated to the main kitchen around 5, Spencer decides to make breakfast for dinner. 

She makes crepes, setting out a homemade strawberry mixture, fresh whip cream and custard for toppings. The girls dig in, laughing and joking. Causing Spencer to momentarily forget her sadness. 

Eventually, when the boys arrive half an hour later, The girls have only just sat down to eat. 

"Oh my god, Spencer made her crepes." Tony rushes forward only to be backhanded when he reaches for one. Natasha smirks triumphantly at the ring imprint on his face. The rest of the men arrive at a more leisurely pace. 

"You just ate." 

"You are never too full to have one of Spencer's crepes." He mumbles in reply, rubbing his sore cheek. Clint goes to sneak a crepe as well, only to be slapped by Natasha. The two boys grumble and sit back in their chairs.

'Serves them right. Not inviting us to Shwarma.' 

Once the girls had finished their Crepes and the leftovers had been hidden from Clint and Tony, the team all gathers around the large flatscreen arguing over what movie to watch. 

And surprisingly, Spencer doesn't once think of her sadness, allowing herself to have fun just this once before they have to get back to business. 

A/N: I decided the Avengers should all just have a night off, wouldn't that be nice? I need a night off too lol. 

-Foxx