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Ratchet blinks at his reply, frowning slightly as he considers the significance of the statement. "Mmrh... I suppose that could be beneficial, but it's also a bit worrying." How is he to get by with his occasional hypocrisy if he is too readable?

At the remark about someone needing their attention, Optimus can't help but emit a low chuckle. "They should be able to manage themselves for an hour or two, surely." His Autobots, his chosen family can be a rambunctious but well meaning crew. Although the silliness can get out of hand, Optimus allows it. The crew needs soft, happy moments. It's worse enough that they have spent so much of their lives fighting.

Oh...

Clark looked down at his bunch of metal. He'd spent maybe too much time trying to find pieces that would be "tasty", scrounging around both the scrap metal at the barn and the scrapyard just outside of Smallville. Clark frowned just a bit at his load and slowly came out from behind it. The entire mass was pushed easily aside.

His eyes flickered down to the ground for just a moment, but he didn't know if he could move fast enough or do enough to find whatever 'energon' was. He didn't even know what to look for.

"Uh - I got it from the junkyard near town... and a little from the barn at home..."

The human child's strength is both unusual and impressive. Optimus has seen humans with twice as much muscle struggle to lift less. Although this is the first time they've properly spoken, Optimus has seen Clark enough to know that he's different. In that sense they are similar, two beings trying to exist on a planet in which they naturally stand out on.

"I doubt the junkyard will miss such scrap metal. Your parents, on the other hand... That will be best returned to the barn," Optimus replies with a soft, bemused chuckle. "My people do not need to eat as much as yours. Worry not about my health, little one."

PRIORITY MUSES (the muses I wish to write the most)

Original Characters: Patchwork Jack, Hei/The Black Reaper, Caden, Zorin

Baldur's Gate: Lae'zel, Astarion

DC Characters: Pretty much the whole batfam, Harvey Dent/Two Face, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Garfield Lynns

Dispatch: Robert Robertson, Prism, Golem

Marvel Characters: Moon Knight (+ Marc + Steven + Jake), Jean Grey, Gambit, Magneto

Star Wars Characters: Commander Cody, Captain Rex

Misc. fandoms and/or fandomless: Luis Serra (RE), Ada Wong (RE), more tbd.

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"Right side of the building, where there's the huge boilers." He pointed as his spoke with his right hand, even if it was rather dark out, the lampposts down there sure made it a lot easier to see. "There's an electric generator there, we want to avoid shooting that, but if you make a good distraction I can get down there to disable it."

Because seriously, if that thing went off in any way possible, it'd alert the whole place. Who the hell wanted that? Not him. He was there to retrieve one specific thing and he wasn't about to have a fight break out somewhere that having a gun was pretty much a death sentence - for him.

Despite his large size, and despite his physical prowress, Optimus is no brute. He puts just as much practice into his footwork as he does his weight lifting. He likes to think of fights less like brawls and more like high stakes dancing. And the stakes could never be higher with so many small, fragile creatures such as humans lingering around his feet.

Now she's got guilt on top of her embarrassment, adding a new shade of pink over her ears and cheeks. Still, Charlie knows she can't exactly argue against his help. The longer she walked on her leg, the worse it'd get, and then she'd really be no good to either of them for who knew how long. She's sheepish all the same when she limps up to him, careful to favor the leg.

❝ Thanks... ❞ and she means it, even with her chin tucked into her chest a little, using her bangs to hide her eyes. ❝ I didn't think it'd be this bad. ❞

And to her credit, Charlie was sure it wasn't that bad when she'd first checked. A little scraped up and bruised, but for a while it was fine. A little sore was all. That was until she'd walked a good few more paces, then she'd really felt how bad it'd got and just how bad it'd be. She wanted to tough it out, though. So much for that...

❝ I, uh - I won't scratch your paint, I promise. ❞ A little joke, trying to lighten the air ( mostly for her own sake ).

Although Charlie started as Bee's friend, she has now become his friend too. Humans are messy and complicated. They can be cruel but they can also be kind. As contradictory as they can be, Optimus has grown fond of a few humans in particular. Charlie and Sam, for example, are a few humans he both cares about and trusts.

"No thanks is needed, but appreciate," Optimus assures her, metallic hand slowly and carefully sweeping her off her feet and into his palm. Hand raises to brace his arm, and hand with her in it against his chest as means of further steadying his carrying arm.

Perfect, as it should be.

Precision that would kill, though it was nothing compared to Clint's, it still was pretty damn good. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips before he stood up from the pile of boxes he was sitting on, heading over to retrieve his weapon before wandering back over - only to stop once his gaze landed onto the other.

Dark blue hair with silver streaks reflects the overhead lights, almost seeming to glow as the cyborg approaches his ally friend. Unlike his human counterpart Optimus does not need to eat or sleep often. In fact he spends most of his time active. Having so much time, however, can be just as much of a curse as it can be a blessing. It can be hard to be alone with your thoughts, especially for such long periods of time. Thankfully he is alone no longer.

Optimus's cybernetic eyes track the spin of the knife, formulas running through is brain all the while. He already knows the knife is going to hit its mark before it lands. Bucky's aim is superb as always. The state of this room, on the other hand... He could use to clean a little, that is true.