Bumblebee’s excited beeps echoed through the dense forest, his tone practically singing with joy. His team, still on high alert from the mission, exchanged confused glances as they followed the sound. Who in the Allspark was he talking to?

Pushing through the foliage, they finally caught sight of him—and their optics widened. Bumblebee was practically buzzing with excitement, beeping a rapid string of praises as he circled around a figure none of them recognized.

An Autobot.

A powerful one.

Before anyone could react, Bee lunged, throwing his arms around you in an almost comically tight hug. His servos clanked against your armor, and he let out a stream of happy, rapid beeps, his entire frame practically vibrating from excitement.

The others stood frozen.

Ratchet blinked. “Bee—easy, you’re gonna squeeze the circuits out of them—”

But Optimus remained silent, optics narrowing as he studied you. There was something about you… something that made even him feel a little on edge.

Arcee, arms crossed, huffed at the scene, rolling her optics. “Bee, why are you fussing over that?” she scoffed, unimpressed.

Bumblebee suddenly stiffened.

Then, in the next second—

A vicious string of beeps exploded from him, his optics narrowing dangerously at Arcee.

The sheer intensity of his reaction made even Bulkhead take a step back.

NUH UH.

You weren’t just any bot. You weren’t just someone he admired. You were his idol. And Arcee? She had no idea who she was talking about.

The air shifted, tension crackling like an unspoken warning.

Because what none of them realized yet—what they were about to learn the hard way—

Was that you weren’t just an Autobot.

You were a force.