(A/N): So, this was requested by egeriecz thank you!!

3rd Person P.O.V

He groaned, weakly pulling at his restraints as the Cybertronians stared down at the defeated warrior.

"Dreadwing, your many crimes against the Autobots shan't go unnoticed, and they haven't before," the Prime spoke, his deep vocals sending shivers down the backstruts of his comrades. "Your charges may be less brutal if you sacrifice this information, for Autobots and Neutrals alike."

"And that is..?", Dreadwing grunts.
"The location of the Nemisis, what frequency do we use to discover it's location?"
"You're askin' me?", he chuckles weakly. "I'm a warrior. Not a communications officer, you're lookin' for Soundwave, at that. Maybe evn' Breakdown. But not me, if I knew, I would tell."

"Now? Just a few orbital cycles ago, you were praising about how oh so 'great' Lord Megatron was," Arcee snaps.
"Orbital Cycles, Autobot. I've realized what the Decepticons are about, at this point. And it's not somethn' I wanna be a part of," Dreadwing says. "I... I wanna be an Autobot."

"What have you to offer us, Dreadwing?", Optimus asks.
"Information," he replies. "Big information."

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(Y/N)'s P.O.V

It's been months since Dreadwing, a former Decepticon warrior, joined the Autobots. It was quite a shock for everyone. One day he's trying to murder us all and the next he's in love.

Although, I took it the best. I was quite excited to have a former 'Con on our side. I've seen him in battle several times. Most of which he tried to kill me, but it's understandable. He was a 'Con, and I was an Autobot ally. In fact, we've become good friends, actually. Which leads us to now—

"Can you hurry up?"

"Can you shut up?", I snap back. "A human girl needs their food, glitchhelm!"

After a few minutes of arguing, the cashier comes back with our food. "$9.63, please."
I dig through my purse throwing a ten on the counter and grabbing the bag, dragging Dreadwing out of the Dairy Queen.

I pull out my blizzard, holding the bag under my arm as I shovel the icy treat into my mouth.

"Gah!", I growl, pushing my chin to my chest.
"What? What's happened? Are you injured?!"
"Calm the—FUCK!—down!", I yell, only causing the sharp pain in my head to increase. I let out a sigh of relief and content as the pain resides.

Loud footsteps slap against the pavement as I am knocked over, my uneaten Dairy Queen knocked onto the pavement along with me.

"Watch it!", I shout, waving my fist in the air. I look down at my feet, scowling in anguish. "He made me drop my food... YOU'RE ABOUT TO LITERALLY DIE!"

I break out into a sprint, leaving Dreadwing in the dust as my feet pound on the ground, bringing me closer and closer to the man. "HEY! GET YOUR PETTY ASS BACK HERE!"

He turns a corner, and as I turn as well, I realize he had run into an alleyway. "Fucking idiot," I mutter, spotting him trying to unlock my phone in a trash can.

I grab him by his hair, snatching back my money that he had pocketed.

He shouts randomly, and kicks me in the gut, making me drop him and double over. He takes this as his chance, throwing his elbow to the back my neck.

Dreadwing turns the corner, shouting
"(Y/N)!" as he sees me, holding my nose, which was broken and bleeding from impact with the cement.

As I look up, he looks pissed. He runs forward, roundhouse kicking the man in the head. Grabbing a garbage can lid, he throws it like a frisbee and again, it nails the man in the face.

The man screams as it flies towards him, dropping to the ground, knocked out cold as it hits him.

Dreadwing's face goes from a face of anger to worry. "(Y/N)! Holy slag, are you okay?!"

I laugh weakly, wiping blood from my lips. "Nothin I can't handle. Might have to go to the ER, though. Bastard broke my nose."

Dreadwing grimaced, pulling me into a hug and pressing his lips to my forehead. "Who new humans could be so Primus-damned tough," he chuckled.

[(A/N): hope this is up to standards! Thank you for the request!]