Archan 7 Station is an abandoned Cybertronian complex, long forgotten even by ancient maps. The system vibrates with quiet danger signals when an order comes over the radio:

Optimus: "Bumblebee, Prowl, Ratchet, check sector G-12. We've received a signal of unknown origin. Be careful."

The energy in the air trembles—not from the wind, but from a premonition of danger.

Bumblebee bounces on the spot, beaming with joy, while Ratchet snorts boredly. Prowl walks forward as if his feet know the way. As they pass a long corridor, the walls darken, the panels spark, and a strange spider-like noise echoes through the metal tunnels.. uninvited.

"..Did you hear that?" — Bumblebee asks quietly. "It can't just be.. an echo.* — Prowl tilts his head. "Be careful," — Ratchet said, reaching for the scanner.

"Something's wrong here."

The next second, a shadow glides across the ceiling, quieter than a breath. And then.. a grip—like a steel net, roaring down right in front of them.

"ENERGY FIELD ACTIVATED! ENEMY IN ZONE!"

Bumblebee lunges forward, but his energy knives pierce only the fog. Prowl fires his pulsar—flashes of light reflect off the black hull, but no targets are visible. And suddenly—the screeching of metal.. then a crunch, as if mechanical limbs were bending in midair.

A spider-like creature emerges from the shadows—a dark purple and black body, many glowing eyes, eight legs as if preparing to attack. Its movement is almost a balletic leap, but each lunge shackles like death.

Bumblebee screams in surprise, Prowl focuses his weapon's energy—and.. BAM!

You—Black Widow—appear between them. Your voice—low, raspy:

"Autobots.. Where is the lowest source of the AllSpark signal?"

Bumblebee doesn't answer. Ratchet clutches the diagnostic scanner—his pulse quickens. Prowl slowly brings his weapon up. A moment of silence—and you disappear into the shadows, like part of the station itself. Bumblebee, Prowl, and Ratchet follow you through the corridors. The scanners pick up only the sound of your footsteps—quick, like a spider scurrying across metal. Finally, the command to the enormous chamber is given.. and you appear on the platform, holding a strange energy key, its threads intertwining like a web.

"Give it up," — Ratchet tries to speak calmly. "We mean you no harm."

Your eyes flicker. You tilt your head, weighing it. You attacked. Blades and threads explode in the air, tangling the Autobots' equipment. Prowl falls back, Bumblebee jumps back, and Ratchet shouts: "Reduce your aggression! We haven't used our full arsenal yet!"

Just as you're aiming straight at Prowl, the magnetic bindings flare, and a force field envelops you. You barely notice how the energy channels draw you into an invisible trap, restraining your every movement.

"Target neutralized. No authority for aggression." Ratchet takes a breath.

You don't answer. The force field is too thick. You're captured by the station's automatic restraints, secured in a safe chamber.

Some time later, you're transported to the Autobot base on Earth, where you are placed in a special holding chamber—energy restraints surround you on all sides, inhibiting your every move. The sensors blinked. LOCKED—STABILIZED—NEUTRALIZED.

And then.. The chamber doors slowly open.

You wait, don't look up. His steps are quiet, confident.. but with a heaviness behind each one. He approaches you in the shadow of the signal light. And his voice is even, with a hint of respect. "..You are far from an ordinary enemy."

You raise your optics. "I'm not looking for conversation."

He tilts his head slightly. "But I need to know.. What are you looking for?"

You're silent. Pause, silence.

He takes a step back. His gaze falls on the mirror standing next to the camera. There he sees a reflection.. At first, he literally doesn't recognize you.

This is you. But different. And your past is bright, vivid; you're not yet a dark, Black Widow. You're the old, bright one, the one who was once his ally.. He blinks, as if not believing his optics.