It's not that Smokescreen isn't afraid. The Chaos-Bringer in Megatron's body, raising an undead army to annihilate Primus, extinguish all life on Cybertron, and drown the universe in entropy? That's the stuff of human horror films, the ones even Miko prefers not to watch. If Smokescreen stopped to think about what he's facing, he'd be shaking so hard he couldn't aim. So he doesn't stop, just makes the next shot, the next leap, the next quip, and leaves strategy to Ratchet and Arcee and Bumblebee.
He's never felt less worthy of the Matrix, or more relieved it passed him by.
Author's Note: This drabble was first posted out of order as chapter 19. Oops.