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Title: First Contact
Prompt: 50. Meme Suggestion: Cooperation
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: G
Series: Transformers, Marvel Comics
Characters: Hound, Sunstreaker, Spiderman
Warnings: Um..crack? xD ANGRY SUNNY.
Summary: “Don't talk to it!”
Author's Notes:
So, this was another suggestion given in that meme I did and originally it was three separate prompts but I combined two of them just for fun. :>
dreams_of_all, I hope you enjoy it!
(Also, props if anyone gets the reference in the end. ;D)
They were an unlikely pair to be teamed up for a mission and everyone knew it. A few bots had protested to the pair up, knowing that it wouldn't end well given the way Hound just didn't care about what mess they (literally) got into and the way Sunstreaker did care.
But Prowl had told them all to keep their protests to themselves and kept the pair teamed up.
“Hound!” The green mech in question turned, optics flickering as he looked down at the yellow Lamborghini still parked on the curb. “What are you doing?”
“It's dark! There aren't many people out and those that are aren't paying much attention. Relax, I've done this before,” he assured his companion with a warm smile. Sunstreaker's car mode lurched slightly as an irritated noise could be heard over the vehicle's radio.
“I don't care what you think, change back now before we're--”
“Well this is something you don't see everyday.”
Hound froze momentarily as his scanners went wild, Sunstreaker's doing the same until they located the source of the voice. The green mech looked up, coming faceplate to face with a red and blue clad man perched on the ledge of the building above them.
“So, let me guess, the Tinkerer? No, wait, you're a little too colorful for his tastes” Spiderman mused, straightening up as he folded one arm over his chest, and used the other to prop his head against. “I'd say Goblin but I just had a run in with him yesterday so probably not. Wait! Wait! Got it! Boss made you! He's been pretty busy with something lately and everyone knows that when he gets bored big things come of it.”
“..Boss?” Hound asked, unable to help himself.
Down on the ground, Sunstreaker's engine revved angrily.
“Huh?” The wall-crawler glanced down, arms dropping once more. “Oh, my boss. Guy named Tony Stark. He likes to build things like you so I'm assuming that's where you came from right?”
“Sorry but we weren't built by any human. We're not from this planet actually.”
“Hound!”
“What? He asked so I answered!” Spiderman watched as the green robot looked down at the yellow sports car, a kicked puppy look on the thing's face-or whatever it was. He jerked back as the car suddenly broke apart and pushed upwards, transforming before the web-head's eyes into another robot.
..Okay even he had to admit that was pretty cool.
Sunstreaker jammed a digit against Hound's chestplate, optics flaring.
“You are such a moron! This was supposed to be an in and out job, just some surveillance work but no! You had to break our cover and then talk to one of them!” For emphasis he pointed up at Spiderman who blinked behind his mask.
“..You and Hawkeye would get along great,” he mused, resisting the urge to run as the yellow robot shot him a dirty glare.
“I don't know who that is and I don't care. You say nothing! Understand that human?”
“Sunstreaker be nice!” Hound pleaded, shooting the human an apologetic look but Sunny ignored him. Spiderman realized he was waiting for an answer and, rubbing the back of his head, he sighed.
“It's not that easy. I can't just let a potential alien invasion go without report. I mean, the last time there was an alien invasion, it got pretty ugly. Lots of identity crisis's and whatnot. Nasty stuff.” Growing irritated with the rambling, Sunstreaker sighed heavily through his vents, optics shuttering.
“We are no threat to you or any other human. We are merely here to stop the Decepticon threat that has come to this planet and, when our leader Optimus Prime decides to do so, we will make contact. This--” he motioned between himself and Hound and the human. “--never happened. Do you both understand?”
“Yes.”
“Sure thing yellow robot.”
Satisfied, at least somewhat, Sunstreaker transformed again, four wheels hitting the ground as a holographic person appeared in the driver's seat.
“Hound, let's go. Now.” And without another word he maneuvered out of the side street and headed off. Knowing better than to disobey, Hound's shoulders slumped some as he looked up at their human spectator.
“Sorry to chat and run but..” He made a motion with his hand, a half smile on his lip components. Behind his mask Spiderman grinned.
“No worries! I know his type. They're always real mood killers. See you around I guess.”
“Oh you will, don't worry!” Hound said happily before transforming, a holographic driver of his own appearing before he headed off to catch up with Sunstreaker. Waiting for a long moment to make sure they were actually gone, Spiderman reached up to remove his mask and run a hand through his hair.
“I really need to stop being up so late. It's starting to really mess with me,” he muttered, shaking his head before slipping his mask back on and letting loose a webline. “Transforming robots..heh. Next we're going to find out the Quinjet is one of them or something.”
Prompt: 50. Meme Suggestion: Cooperation
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: G
Series: Transformers, Marvel Comics
Characters: Hound, Sunstreaker, Spiderman
Warnings: Um..crack? xD ANGRY SUNNY.
Summary: “Don't talk to it!”
Author's Notes:
So, this was another suggestion given in that meme I did and originally it was three separate prompts but I combined two of them just for fun. :>
dreams_of_all, I hope you enjoy it!
(Also, props if anyone gets the reference in the end. ;D)
They were an unlikely pair to be teamed up for a mission and everyone knew it. A few bots had protested to the pair up, knowing that it wouldn't end well given the way Hound just didn't care about what mess they (literally) got into and the way Sunstreaker did care.
But Prowl had told them all to keep their protests to themselves and kept the pair teamed up.
“Hound!” The green mech in question turned, optics flickering as he looked down at the yellow Lamborghini still parked on the curb. “What are you doing?”
“It's dark! There aren't many people out and those that are aren't paying much attention. Relax, I've done this before,” he assured his companion with a warm smile. Sunstreaker's car mode lurched slightly as an irritated noise could be heard over the vehicle's radio.
“I don't care what you think, change back now before we're--”
“Well this is something you don't see everyday.”
Hound froze momentarily as his scanners went wild, Sunstreaker's doing the same until they located the source of the voice. The green mech looked up, coming faceplate to face with a red and blue clad man perched on the ledge of the building above them.
“So, let me guess, the Tinkerer? No, wait, you're a little too colorful for his tastes” Spiderman mused, straightening up as he folded one arm over his chest, and used the other to prop his head against. “I'd say Goblin but I just had a run in with him yesterday so probably not. Wait! Wait! Got it! Boss made you! He's been pretty busy with something lately and everyone knows that when he gets bored big things come of it.”
“..Boss?” Hound asked, unable to help himself.
Down on the ground, Sunstreaker's engine revved angrily.
“Huh?” The wall-crawler glanced down, arms dropping once more. “Oh, my boss. Guy named Tony Stark. He likes to build things like you so I'm assuming that's where you came from right?”
“Sorry but we weren't built by any human. We're not from this planet actually.”
“Hound!”
“What? He asked so I answered!” Spiderman watched as the green robot looked down at the yellow sports car, a kicked puppy look on the thing's face-or whatever it was. He jerked back as the car suddenly broke apart and pushed upwards, transforming before the web-head's eyes into another robot.
..Okay even he had to admit that was pretty cool.
Sunstreaker jammed a digit against Hound's chestplate, optics flaring.
“You are such a moron! This was supposed to be an in and out job, just some surveillance work but no! You had to break our cover and then talk to one of them!” For emphasis he pointed up at Spiderman who blinked behind his mask.
“..You and Hawkeye would get along great,” he mused, resisting the urge to run as the yellow robot shot him a dirty glare.
“I don't know who that is and I don't care. You say nothing! Understand that human?”
“Sunstreaker be nice!” Hound pleaded, shooting the human an apologetic look but Sunny ignored him. Spiderman realized he was waiting for an answer and, rubbing the back of his head, he sighed.
“It's not that easy. I can't just let a potential alien invasion go without report. I mean, the last time there was an alien invasion, it got pretty ugly. Lots of identity crisis's and whatnot. Nasty stuff.” Growing irritated with the rambling, Sunstreaker sighed heavily through his vents, optics shuttering.
“We are no threat to you or any other human. We are merely here to stop the Decepticon threat that has come to this planet and, when our leader Optimus Prime decides to do so, we will make contact. This--” he motioned between himself and Hound and the human. “--never happened. Do you both understand?”
“Yes.”
“Sure thing yellow robot.”
Satisfied, at least somewhat, Sunstreaker transformed again, four wheels hitting the ground as a holographic person appeared in the driver's seat.
“Hound, let's go. Now.” And without another word he maneuvered out of the side street and headed off. Knowing better than to disobey, Hound's shoulders slumped some as he looked up at their human spectator.
“Sorry to chat and run but..” He made a motion with his hand, a half smile on his lip components. Behind his mask Spiderman grinned.
“No worries! I know his type. They're always real mood killers. See you around I guess.”
“Oh you will, don't worry!” Hound said happily before transforming, a holographic driver of his own appearing before he headed off to catch up with Sunstreaker. Waiting for a long moment to make sure they were actually gone, Spiderman reached up to remove his mask and run a hand through his hair.
“I really need to stop being up so late. It's starting to really mess with me,” he muttered, shaking his head before slipping his mask back on and letting loose a webline. “Transforming robots..heh. Next we're going to find out the Quinjet is one of them or something.”