Warnings/Kinks: Bumblebee abuse, slash
Summary: Bumblebee sees something she never expected to.
"What is your problem?" Bumblebee was slowly going out of her mind. Aqualad had been pacing in front of her for the past five minutes, rambling about revenge but not actually telling her what had happened.
After another few seconds of arm flailing and ranting, he stopped and glared at her, "He touched me again!"
"Speedy! He just sits there and pokes me!"
His leader stared at him, blinked, then twitched slightly, "Your kidding."
"No! Make him stop!"
"What am I, your mom?" She stood and shook her head, "I'm going to bed. Try and get along with him, please? We are supposed to be a team." With a soft sigh she shuffled out of the room, wondering if she had done something horrible in another life that had led her to being stuck in a team full of people who, at the very least, had almost no chance of getting along.
Her eyes. Her poor, sweet, innocent eyes. What had they done to deserve this? No matter how horrible she been in a past life, it couldn't have been bad enough to warrant this kind of punishment. Sure, she had wanted them to get along better. But this was...more then she had expected.
All she had wanted was a midnight snack, so after a few minutes of laying in her bed and debating with herself, she had gotten up and wandered through the tower, knowing she would get to the kitchen eventually. While walking through the control room she had paused, hearing strange moans. Postive that one of her team was hurt, she had gone to investigate. But Aqualad had not been hurt.
Oh no, infact Aqualad looked to be in the prime of his life and enjoying every minute of it, thanks to the red head straddling him and pinning him to the couch. She had frozen, blinked, then simply turned and wandered away as her mind tried to compensate for what she had seen.
The only good thing about this was that she doubted she would ever have to listen to him whine about Speedy touching him ever again.