#collidermade

"Does your desire to change on a molecular level require theft and destabalizing the multiverse?" Optimus inquires, kneeling before the spotted man. The man is powerful, dangerous even but even the most mighty of foes deserve the chance to change.

The sharing of exact numbers will never leave his mouth, not at a time when the exact count was in flux, due to his own actions. The enemy was a volatile problem, a wildcard capable of feats that Miguel did not have a direct answer for, as of yet. "I'm not going to let you make it that far." Posture tensing as he broke the news, he was determined to put a halt to the Spot's reckless foray across the entire multiverse, destabilising each reality that he stumbled across. "Do you hear me, Spot?!" There's heat in his tone as he demands acknowledgement; a clear sign that their long awaited encounter is testing the limits of his own self-restraint.

I can't believe that actually worked. All that quipping practice with Peter finally paid off. He's distracted. "Fine. Hope you don't mind if I go- first!" Cutting off any distance between us by launching myself at him at full speed, with my feet against his chest, hopefully knocking the wind out of him as he hits the floor. "I don't want to fight you, Spot, but you're not giving me another choice."