Note: Ta Da. It's still Monday for me. My upload speed is decreasing, but at least it's out there.
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Game-Watch: Megs will be fine. He just got slapped is all. (Teehee.) What? I didn't say anything! (*Winks*)
Ha! Just watch Jack be like, "Here you dropped this." Then Thor is, "Dude, you are worthy." "Srsly? Bruh. No way." But more polished, obviously. No one says "Srsly".
Enjoy the chapter!
"Smokescreen and Clint. You two are next," Optimus said.
The rookie was hyped up to spar with his designated partner. He wasn't entirely sure why they were partnered together, but he'd go along with whatever Optimus said. Then he realized something.
"Wait! What about the 'no harming humans' rule?"
"The point of this is to teach the humans how to take us down. Since the Quintessons are completely linked to their suits, our pressure points should work the same as theirs," Arcee said.
"Don't we have to know what your pressure points are then?" Natasha asked.
"Human pressure points are similar too," the femme replied.
"Good thing I don't need pressure points to take you down, kid," Clint said, nocking a stun arrow into his bow. Smokescreen barely had time to react before a powerful electrical charge swept through his frame. He convulsed noiselessly on the spot before everything went black.
x x x x x
"-okescreen? Smokescreen! Wake up!"
"Urgh," Smokescreen groaned as he onlined his optics to the sight of a familiar human.
"You okay, kid?" Clint asked, stepping away from his frame to give him some room.
"Hey, guys. He doesn't need to learn anything. He can just do... that," the rookie said, still dazed from the blast.
"Go see Ratchet to make sure the charge has fully dissipated," Optimus said.
"Sorry I knocked him out like that. I thought I picked the arrowhead I turned down the charge for," Clint apologized.
"This was a judge of your ability to defeat opponents of our nature. Since you are anle to do so, would you mind guiding him to the medbay?" Optimus asked.
"Shouldn't he know where it is?"
"I wonder what pancakes taste like."
Clint stared at the young bot in mild surprise. "Nevermind. No problem, Optimus. Come on, kid. Time to follow the leader."
"What if there was a party of Primes? Would they still party?" Smokescreen asked, a dreamy look on his face.
"I'm sure they'd break out the alcohol at some point. Or whatever you guys drink to get drunk. Come on."
x x x x x
"You're lucky you're human," Ratchet told Clint as he shut of his scanner. "Otherwise, I'd smack you for what you did."
"But he'll be fine, right?" Clint asked.
"If you baked a cake in a cup, would it be a cupcake?" Smokescreen wondered out loud.
"It'll take time for his frame to work out the electrical overload, so I suggest you don't touch him for a while. Not unless you want a taste of your own pills," Ratchet said.
"It's 'a taste of your own medicine', Doc."
"My name is not-!"
"And I don't mind waiting for him to get his head on straight," Clint cut him off.
Ratchet sighed. "I'll be in my lab. Your friend has some rather good technology I'd like to examine."
"You call this a lab? I've seen ant colonies with more organization than this. Literally," Tony called from the 'lab'. Ratchet just rolled his optics as he returned to his partner, leaving Clint alone with Smokescreen.
"Hey, Ca... Cl... Cr... Clint! Clint. D'you have a fam'ly?"
The question caught Clint off guard for a heartbeat, but his face betrayed nothing other than an imperceptible twitch of his eye. "Why do you ask?"
"You called me 'kid'. That means you can tell," Smokescreen said.
Clint chose his next words carefully. " One could say that I've had experience with analyzing others. It's a good skill to have for my job."
"You shoot kids?"
"No!"
'Ah. I said that too quickly.'
"But do you have a family?" the rookie asked again.
"Wait, are you really a kid?"
"Me first."
"You're incapacitated. I have the advantage. Answer me first, kid," Clint said, a hint of playfulness edging his 'threat'.
"I'm like... a teenager. But I was in stasis for a while, soooo..."
"Can't imagine being asleep for that long. Well, maybe Cap can," Clint commented.
"All I ever wanted to do was be in the Elite Guard," Smokescreen said, the charge starting to wear off. "By the time I was old enough it was more of a boot camp, but I never gave up." He paused as if he was considering what to say next. "It was what my creators wanted," he said slowly. "They died in combat just as I was about to go to the academy. I know I'm destined for great things. After all, I'm on Optimus Prime's team! But it was kinda for my creators too."
"I think you'd like my family," Clint whispered to him. Smokescreen turned his helm to face him. "My wife, Laura, she would be all over you. Cooper and Lila would probably ask you to do something cool. They're still young enough for that. I think."
"Maybe we can visit them once we make sure Quintessa doesn't enslave Earth?" the rookie offered.
Clint have him a smile he usually reserved for his family. "Sure thing, kid."
Note: Welp. Who should I do next?:
Bee and Thor
Optimus and Cap
Arcee and Nat
Bulkhead and Hulk.
Just leave it in the reviews (hopefully next to something you liked about the chapter but if you hated it I'd like to hear that too).
'Till next time!