NOTORIOUS // TFP Arcee X Reader

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"Well they're on opposite sides, so I'll probably have to dissolve the fight one way or another. I'll probably help the Bot get their energon an' send 'em off."

"Then the Bots'll know about us? Or, well, you for now." Aami's big blue optics still held plenty of concern. You kissed her forehelm again and gave her a side hug.

"Better then than the Cons, hon. I'll be careful, I promise. We're safe." You released her and walked over to the glowing portal. You glanced back once and saw the femmeling do the same. You entered the ground bridge.

/ / /

You could hear fighting from where you were dropped off. You peeked around the corner to see, out of all the bots, the blue femme! She battled the drones with unmatched skills. One drone managed to nail her hard in the back of the helm, causing the femme to face plant in the desert ground.

   "Arcee!" A young, male voice shouted. Your wings dropped in worry.

   You didn't have much time to dwell on the voice as you jumped out from behind your rock wall. You shot your grappling hook at the soldier's neck, watching as it wrapped around tightly, and pulled hard enough to launch them into another soldier.

   You ran forwards and took the femme by the waist and hauled her up. Her helm narrowly missed a blaster shot. Her face was shocked as it happened, as she looked over at you.

   You gave her an acknowledging nod that was borderline flirtatious. You figured she wouldn't appreciate upfront flirting, not was a battle like this the best time for it, but you couldn't keep it all in. Arcee—as the voice had referred to her as—looked more surprised, her cheeks flushing lightly enough to almost not be noticeable. The look on her face turned into a skeptical sort of glare as she continued fighting the Cons.

   You punched one in the face that was coming at her back. Arcee shot one right in the spark chamber. You crouched down and swept one under the legs, and she took the opportunity to launch herself off your back and kick a trooper in the face. Damn. And people thought Avengers Endgame was the best crossover event in history.

   In the midst of fighting, you saw something: the source of the voice that's yelled Arcee's name in fear, a white teenage boy hiding behind a gigantic rock. A vehicon had discovered him and was moving to grab the boy.

   "Uh, Arcee?!" He yelled again. The two-wheeler turned around and looked on in horror.

   You whipped out your grappling hook and got the soldier by the arm. You clocked them in the face with your stylish seeker heel. You tossed the drone over you where they were impaled on Arcee's blade. The boy was safe for now.

  The few remaining drones were taken care of within seconds.

   "Y'all doin' alright?" You asked in concern. You looked down at the boy who was coming out from behind the rock, and the femme who stood in a defensive position. She was skeptical and alert. War would do that to a person, you figured.

   "Uh, I'm fine. Thanks for the save," the teen said hesitantly. He jogged over to the two of you. You gave him a content smile and a thumbs up.

   "How about you?" You turned to Arcee.

   "Fine." Her tone was an uncertain kind of stern.