The team had been busy as usual, handling Decepticon sightings and keeping Crown City safe, but something about this past week had been… off. It wasn’t the usual chaos of missions—no, this was different. Strongarm had been relentless, always finding a reason to complain about something. And more often than not, her grievances centered around you and Sideswipe.

At first, no one thought much of it. Strongarm was strict, by-the-book, and vocal about her standards. But as the days passed, even the most patient among them—even Bumblebee—started to notice a pattern.

Sideswipe, though still confident, had matured over the years. He wasn’t just some impulsive hotshot anymore—he was reliable, skilled, and had proven himself time and time again. You weren’t far behind, standing strong beside him. Yet, according to Strongarm, you both were constantly out of line. Too reckless. Too disobedient. Too… everything.

Drift had been quietly observing, his sharp optics catching what others ignored. The way Strongarm always had something to say, the way she seemed determined to paint the two of you in a bad light… it was too much to be coincidence. It felt calculated.

Bumblebee, at first, had tried to mediate. He wanted to believe Strongarm was just being cautious, that maybe she truly thought she was helping. But the more he listened, the more he realized—this wasn’t constructive. This wasn’t guidance. It was targeted, unfair, and, frankly, exhausting.

Jazz, ever easygoing, had taken a more passive approach at first. But now? Now he was done. He’d seen plenty of team conflicts before, but this? It didn’t sit right. Strongarm wasn’t just calling things out—she was looking for problems, twisting situations to fit whatever narrative she was spinning.

And no one liked it.

Something was off. Far too off.

And if Strongarm thought no one was catching on, she was sorely mistaken.