Peter, now maskless due to realizing there was no real point to keeping his identity secret, had wandered down to engineering. He poked and prodded at some of the odder devices, but after digging around for a screwdriver, he began the time consuming job of maintaining his webshooters, a task that had the added bonus of being mind-numbing enough to
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He stopped what he was doing and glanced in the direction of the newcomer. It was somebody he didn't recognize, which meant it was somebody he could screw with. He didn't move a muscle, and simply started silently at the kid through his gas mask, wondering how long it would take him to notice the lump of fireproof suit in the corner.
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...that suit hadn't been there when he came in. Some people would've ignored it, Some people would freak out. Peter, his slight paranoia kicking in, threw a ratchet at it.
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Pyro didn't have time to duck out of the way, and the ratchet conked him square on the head. He let out a yelp and grasped as his forehead.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" He said, muffled.
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With Ratchet busy with his own duties, Wheeljack took some time to explore a little more around the ship, trying to keep his mind off of . . . a myriad of considerations really. In doing so, and without a particular destination in mind, the Autobot engineer was but wasn't paying much attention to where he was going until he passed through a doorway into a room that was already occupied.
"Oh! Ah . . . hi!"
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"Heya." Peter said, raising his hand as a gesture of acknowledgement, still engrossed in his work with his back turned to Wheeljack. Spraying solvent into the webshooter's nozzle, he judged his work finished, and turned.
"You need anyth- Holy Cow."
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