Day 12: Prompt 12: Spider Webs

Words: 88

"What is this slag that's all over my armor and even in my joints and on my lines?!" Sunstreaker shouted, looking down at what had been smooth, bright, and gorgeous yellow paint the last time he could remember.

"Sunstreaker," Ratchet grumbled, tapping a wrench against his thigh ominously. The frontliner quieted. "You will sit on that berth and wait until I get to you to get the spider webs off or I will weld you to it and ruin your finish even worse after I knock you out."