Swoop/ First Aid drabble
“We’re trapped.” First Aid deadpanned.
“Me Swoop can see that.”
The events leading up to their current situation had been rather routine. The Decepticons had attacked a hydroelectric dam squished between two mountains and the Autobots had responded with enthusiasm.
Unfortunately, a stray shot loosened the mountain face. Swoop had been repairing First Aid under a rocky overhang when the rubble fell, trapping them.
“How long before they realize we’re gone?”
“Me Swoop not know.”
Awkward silence.
The raptor shifted, brushing his denta across First Aid’s neck.
“Me Swoop know what to do in meantime.” He purred.
… Oh, dear.