New York City roared. The sky was clouded with smoke, buildings crumbled like toys, and the streets were strewn with sparks, car wreckage, and the screams of people trying to escape the nightmare. A steel inferno thundered between the skyscrapers: Optimus battled Megatron, their blows echoing throughout the city.

Ironhide, roaring with metal, rained fire down on the Decepticons, the cannons in his hands glowing white-hot. Bumblebee darted between the streets, protecting fleeing citizens, throwing himself at anyone who tried to break through to them. Ratchet, despite being a doctor, gripped his weapon with such fury that it seemed he wanted to tear his enemies apart himself. Jazz, quick and daring, leaped over the wreckage of cars, distracting Soundwave, but he was too cool and precise; his every move was deadly.

And you... you saw it all from above. Your city. Your cursed but beloved heart of New York was turning into an arena for alien gods. And you realized: someone had to intervene.

You dove like a shadow, piercing the air. The web lines, fired in an instant, caught on the back of Megatron's head. And before anyone realized what was happening, you jerked sharply. The metal giant roared, his head snapping back, his optics blazing blood-red.

"Hey, big guy!" — your voice echoed through the streets.

"Watch where you're looking!"

Megatron barely raised his head when Optimus, taking advantage of the pause, lunged forward. His sword, its fiery blade glowing, sliced through the air and crashed into the Decepticon's hull with a roar. The impact hurled Megatron into a nearby skyscraper. Glass walls shattered, and the concrete colossus began to crumble. And you found yourself on the roof of that building, right at the epicenter.

"Oh, don't tell me that was my home..." — you muttered, watching the building shudder under the weight of the metal.

Without wasting a second, you launched a new line of web, catching Optimus's shoulder. In an instant, your body was torn from the roof, air whipping around your ears, your heart pounding with adrenaline. You arced and landed softly on his massive shoulder, as if it had always been yours.

Sitting there, you turned around and saw him up close for the first time. The mask, the sharp lines of his body, the gleam of his optics. You tilted your head, studying him like a child who'd met a legend in person.

"Wow..." — you drawled, tapping the edge of his mask with your finger.

"You're a real hottie. I wonder if you're always this grumpy, or are you just having a rough day?"

Optimus froze slightly, his optics flickering briefly, as if he hadn't expected someone to stare at him while the battle raged around him.

Ironhide barked from the ground.

"What's that little spider on your shoulders, Prime?! The first shot will blow him away!"

Bumblebee squeaked cheerfully in response, clearly finding you amusing. Jazz laughed, jumping back from the explosion.

"Come on, we'll need him!" The guy's got balls, he pulled Megatron's head off!

You just smirked under your mask, turning back to Optimus.

"Well, boss, looks like I'm on the team now? Oh, and yes! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Spider-Man. Hero of Earth."

At that moment, Optimus thrust his sword into the asphalt next to Megatron, forcing him to crawl back. Only then did he pause for a moment. His body leaned forward slightly, to better examine the tiny creature on his shoulder. His optics flared softer than they had in battle, and for several long seconds he studied you silently — as if trying to determine what strange creature had intervened in the titan war.

Bumblebee hissed with static, emitting a fragment of some Earth song: "Who's that Spider-Man?", and immediately slammed his blaster into the Decepticon.

Ratchet, still keeping his eyes on the scanners, called over his shoulder.

"Optimus, keep him out of the line of fire. This man clearly doesn't understand who he's dealing with."