Transformers/Avengers Character Drabbles
Captain America and Optimus Prime
-Friends Forever?-
Screaming as bullets flew and bombs fell, Bucky's fall, the sensation of the plane crashing into the ocean-so cold, why am I so cold?- and the waking to a new world where everyone was gon-
Steve woke with a start and shakily sat up in his bed, running his fingers through blond locks. A soft knock drew his attention to his now partially open door.
"My sensors picked up your distress, may I come in mr. Rogers ?"
Steve glanced at the 4'ft, broad shouldered figure that stood in the doorway and nodded with a shakey smile.
"Sure, come on in Optimus. I could use the company."
Optimus walked in and sat down on the edge of Steve's bed; he looked so adorable in bunny-patterned pajamas that it made Steve chuckle.
"Hm? Oh. Yes, remind me to never let ms. Potts pick out my sleepwear. If Megatron ever saw me like this he'd never let me live it down."
The Prime gave his own chuckle though it was marred by the sadness that tinged his voice, his facial expressions.
"I'm aware that you've lost many good friends during times of war in the past mr. Rogers, one of them was the man who now lives in the tower alongside us. May I ask...how did you feel when...you found out that he was still alive- after all that time you thought him dead?"
Steve looked into the Prime's wise but ever so curious eyes and sighed.
"This is about your old second, isn't it? When I found out that Bucky was still alive...I was elated but I was also horrified by what Hydra had done to him. I-...I was determined to help him in any way possible and honestly?" Steve smiled, pride and optimism clearly visible in the grin.
"You just need to show that same care and determination to Prowl and I'm sure he'll come around and snap out of whatever the Decepticons did to him." Optimus gave his own smile as he processed what he's heard.
"Perhaps mr. Rogers, that is what will happen. All I know is that, I have missed him dearly and that I hope that one day Prowl will come back to us willingly."
The two leaders talked a little longer, to keep each other company and to keep the nightmares and doubts at bay before finally, they called it a night. As both laid in their beds, one began to dream of the friend that he had lost once and then found, while the other dreamed of the friend that he kept losing.