A/N: I'm just telling you all for fair warning. Deadpool and Spider-man... I ship it…

IvoryCrawler: The original of this chapter was longer, and did have a little more going on. But I saved over it by accident. *curls up in corner* That is forever going to be the worst Friday the 13th ever.

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"You promised!" Chromia growled at the huge black mech.

"What do you want me to do Chromia?" Ironhide sighed.

"You can go late today, Ironhide."

"Just take him to the youngling center in my place!"

"That's not the point. You promised, and you're trying to slip your way out of it. I already delayed your training sessions, so take him." Chromia pushed the black and white youngling forward. "Look he's all excited and everything. Tell him, Cade."

"I don't want g-" Chromia gave the small youngling a tiny push. Barricade smiled. "I really wanna go!"

Ironhide glared at Chromia. "What did you bribe him with?"

"Nothing." Chromia smiled.

"Fine." Ironhide picked up the tiny mech. "I'll give you five pieces of energon candy if you tell me what Mia bribed you with."

"I don't know what bribe means." Barricade frowned as the two walked out the door.

"Fair enough."

Bluestreak sat on the edge of his berth as his medic checked all his joints. "Lucky you." He smiled. "You seem fine. You still a little bit of Tox-en poisoning, but all that should cause is slight helm ache, and maybe some nausea."

"Thanks."

"You okay?"

"Just thinking."

The medic nodded. "You have a visitor outside. I'll let him. Call if you need anything."

Bluestreak nodded. "Thank you." He sighed as he sat in the room, waiting for the doors to open and close again. They didn't for a while, leaving the room in an uncomfortable silence. Bluestreak stared at the painting on the white wall. It was just a painting of Cybertron. It was beautiful, but nothing Bluestreak had never seen before.

"You know, I never get tired of that view."

Bluestreak jumped, and turned to face the voice. "Sire…"

"You're on there somewhere." Synchro shrugged. "You're just a tiny speck on that painting."

"I didn't mean what I said."

"I know." Synchro hopped onto the berth next to Bluestreak. "I got released from medbay today. Happiest day of my life, until I found out I was put in a room with Prowl."

Bluestreak frowned. "I do-"

"Have you ever lived with that mech. Everything has to be just so! I can't stand it. He's a fine grandcreation, but a sucky room mate. Jazz moved back in with his creators. You know, I knew that would happen. I saw it coming."

"Sire, I-"

"Let's not talk about it anymore. I know. I was wrong to keep stuff from you, and you feel bad about what you said. Drop it."

Bluestreak frowned. "I killed again."

"What did you honestly expect when you came here?" Synchro huffed. "I tried to warn you, I told you. You didn't listen. I'm not going to feel pity for you anymore. You're a grown aft mech."

"That's not what I-"

"You're going to have to grow up! Sto-"

"I don't feel bad about it!" Bluestreak yelled. "I did so easily. I didn't even think about it. They told me to do it, and I did. I'm a monster, aren't I?"

"No." Synchro shook his helm. "You're a soldier. You're a soldier in the middle of a war, and you have no reason to regret what you did. Those fraggers destroyed Praxus. It's nothing but a flattened piece of ground now. No better than a landing zone."

"So they deserved it?"

"It's called justice. Yes, they deserved it, and got what was coming to them." Synchro turned to Bluestreak. "You're no monster. Just a soldier."

"They started digging out survivors a while ago. So far there's a lot of frames found, but few alive."

Bluestreak frowned. "I hate them."

Synchro nodded. "Who doesn't?"

"Megatron is going to pay. I don't care what it takes. All those memories. Prowl's life, Smokescreen's life. They were all there! What gave him the right to take that away!"

Synchro nodded. "Nobody has that right. On a bigger note, trade me room mates."

"So, you get out tomorrow, huh?" Chromia sat down next to Bluestreak, passing him a cube of green energon.

"Yeah." Bluestreak sighed.

Chromia nodded. "Good. Ironhide took Barricade to the youngling center today. It's his first day."

"That's exciting!" Bluestreak smiled.

Chromia frowned. "I'm afraid he's going to hurt somebody."

Bluestreak sighed. "You picked up on that too?"

"He's not normal." Chromia groaned.

"Chromia, he's had a hard life. Most of the time, younglings like that aren't normal. I mean, look at Prowl, and Smokescreen! Smokescreen was born addicted to gambling, and Prowl can hardly function normally."

Chromia shook her helm. "You're awful."

Bluestreak smiled. "You know, when I first got Smokescreen, he ran away twice."

"Twice?"

"Yeah, he was my first youngling, and I could barely keep an optic on him. I didn't know what I was getting into." Bluestreak sighed. "He hated me. He'd always end up a block away doing a pot of bets. I tried to wing him from it, but it never got much better. If I had the credits, I would have sent him to therapy."

"You think maybe therapy?" Chromia asked. "I've tried everything. I have, really, but nothing is working."

"Smokescreen's mentor is here. He's pretty good. Ring, I think."

"Ring?" Chromia frowned. "Alright. Thanks."

Bluestreak nodded. "Sure."

Covenant stood in the shadows as she watched creators pick up their younglings. She smirked as she spotted the one she was looking for. She stepped out of the shadows, a huge grin on her face. "Barricade!"

The youngling's helm quickly turned, a grin washing over his face. "Cove!" He jumped up, and ran towards the femme. "Cove! I missed you! You left!"

Covenant crouched down, and pulled the youngling into her arms. "I did."

"Excuse me! Is this you're youngling?"

"Yes." Covenant stood up. "My mate came and dropped him off this morning, Ironhide."

The adult nodded. "Ah, yes. I need to talk to you for a moment, it's about your youngling."

Covenant frowned. "Is there something wrong? Surely you're not suggesting there's something wrong with my youngling?"

"He got into a fight today. That's not acceptable here."

"I see. I'll take care of it. Thank you." Covenant picked up the youngling and walked away. "Barricade."

"Yes?"

"Did you win?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Good." Covenant purred. "Did you get what I needed?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Perfect. Can I see it?"

Barricade frowned. "Cove, you promised!"

Covenant rolled her optics. "I'll make sure you get what you want. What was that again?"

"Cove!"

Covenant smiled. "Okay, okay!" Covenant reached into her subspace as she walked down the streets, and pulled a piece of armor out. "This is fresh off the racks. I got it yesterday from a twin."

"Twin!"

"Uh-huh."

Barricade held out his servo. "Here."

Covenant accepted the small the small chip. "Good job."

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