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Heavy Iron POV
The stars glittered in the sky tonight.
Back in the city, barely any stars could overshine the blaring lights of the buildings. Now that the mayor had allowed them to find a base of their own–a proper one–the city became nothing more than a background noise.
But it was never quiet here. At least, not with the other mechanical lifeform sharing their place.
Cybertronians, that's what they call themselves. It was uncanny to see such human-like faces on a body so similar to their own, but he supposed he had seen much worse. But that wasn't the true reason why he didn't want to get to know them, no. He knows them all very well.
Before he could dwelve into his thoughts however, the sound of footsteps approaching brought him out of his world. He suppressed a grumble at the that.
"I knew I'd find you here," a grating voice burned in his audials–Audio Receivers. He has no right calling them audials anymore.
"Why are you here?" He didn't need to see that unpolished gray plating to know who his new company was. It was a surprise to see Megatron of all bots to be here, let alone the Prime. Though that was to be expected from when he had last heard from them.
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That was fun to know.
"Our Child."
Why couldn't they have called him that all those centuries ago?
"I'm sure you are clever enough to know why I'm here?" Heavy Iron sighed out of his vents. He was tolerating Megatron well enough until the latter started speaking.
There was another few moment of silence shared between them, and during that time Heavy Iron considered just leaving him to dust.
"Will you spare me a few moments at least?" Megatron's hand was shoved away before it could even come close to him.
"Why?" Heavy Iron grumbled.
"I wish to spend some time with you."
Heavy Iron's lenses narrowed slightly. He glared at Megatron before turning his attention back to the starry skies.
"Stargazing?"
Megatron only smiled at him. "You always liked looking at them."
"I'm surprised you remembered." He tried so hard go ignore the urge to punch Megatron in his face, only to feel it grow stronger with each passing second.
They spent another few minutes just staring up at the second. The silence stretched between them, awkward and unpleasant. Trying to tolerate Megatron's presence was getting harder by the minute. Every inch of his plating screamed to fight or flee. Though he forced himself to stay still.
"You've changed." Megatron glanced at him with that infuriating softheartedness of his. That was a new one. The look didn't suit him. "You've fared well in these past years."
"Hardly." He couldn't suppress the roll of his lenses. Trying so hard not to make it show that he was starting to get irritated by just having him around. "I'm sure you still see Him in me."
Megatron didn't flinch, but Heavy Iron knew him well enough. The short cycling of his optics, the sudden locking of his joints. He was caught off-guard. This bot doesn't feel like Megatron.
"...You are your own Mech, Heavy Iron."
And suddenly, he found himself in that damned ship once more. With the metal floors, and the metal walls, and the metal—everything! With posters lining up each and every hall. Propaganda upon propaganda. Words on top of words. Empty promises and hopeless wishing stacked upon starvation and the desire to simply win.
Heavy Iron almost purged. He turned around and left. Pedes stomping the grass as he walked away. Away from the presence of the damned warlord.
Megatron noticed almost immediately. Instinctively, he reached out towards Heavy Iron.
"Heavy Ir–"
"Save it."
That shut him up. He thought he could hear a sigh from the other mech. He could even feel the way Megatron's sight never left his form.
Megatron POV
How could he not? After more than a millenia of war, seeing his sparkling so distant and walled up like that would send any mech spiraling.
Heavy Iron was so much bigger now. His sparkling had grown almost as big as him, only a few inches short.
Heavy Iron was so much like him now. Megatron doesn't know what to think of this.
On one hand, he's glad. Because he knows that no matter what happens, Heavy Iron can take care of himself. Whether it be in battle or not. On the other...
He just hoped Heavy Iron knows better than him. He wouldn't wish his fate upon others.