C151 I’m Star-Lord (Patreon)

Staring at the AllSpark in shock, Peter couldn’t help but take in the sight of it. The sheer magnitude and presence of the artifact was overwhelming. ‘This can’t be real…’ he thought, his mind racing. The AllSpark from Transformers stood right in front of him, and he couldn't believe his eyes. ‘Does this universe also have Transformers?’

Peter’s thoughts swirled as he tried to piece together the implications. ‘I haven’t heard anything about giant robot beings anywhere in the galaxy. So either this isn’t the AllSpark, or the Transformers are from wild space, like Earth, or they’re from a completely different galaxy.’

Seeing Peter’s silent shock, his eyes wide and awe written all over his face, Peggy smirked, clearly enjoying the look on his face. "What you’re looking at is the source of the modern age. Microchips, lasers, spaceflight, cars, all engineered by studying this. The Cube. That's what we call it."

Peter’s thoughts solidified. ‘This is definitely the AllSpark.’ He wondered if Megatron was also here. ‘He was frozen in the same facility in the movie. Could he be here as well?’

Continuing, Peggy led Peter up to the Cube. "Carbon dating puts the Cube here around ten thousand BC. But it wasn’t unearthed until 1913, when the Germans found it and later used it to create the technology for their military."

"So this thing is the reason the Nazis were so powerful?" Peter muttered, piecing together the history.

Peggy nodded. "Yeah, the Nazis always had the best toys. Thankfully, we had people like Captain America and Howard Stark on our side, or we would have certainly lost the war..."

Peter’s mind kept reeling with possibilities. ‘If the Nazis had it, does that mean the AllSpark is this universes’s replacement for the Tesseract? Or is there another artifact out there somewhere?’

"The Cube later came into Shield’s possession after the war," Peggy continued, "and we've been studying and experimenting with it ever since. We’re fairly sure it’s alien, but we haven’t ruled out things like past unknown civilizations or even magic, though not many scientists subscribe to that theory."

Hearing the word "magic" made Peter wonder if Kamar-Taj existed in this universe. ‘Could the Sorcerer Supreme know about me already?’

Peggy motioned around the room, her voice carrying a hint of pride. "After moving it back to the States, we had it moved here to the Hoover Dam, where it’s protected by four football fields thick of concrete. A perfect way to hide its energy signature from being detected by anyone or any alien species on the outside."

Peter nodded, awe-struck. "It's incredible."

Feeling a strange urge, Peter walked up to the Cube. It was as if the Force itself was guiding him to reach out and touch it. His fingers inched closer and closer, almost as if in a trance.

Just as he was about to make contact, an angry voice broke through his thoughts. "Hey! Don’t touch that!" an irate scientist yelled, rushing over. “Back up and keep your hands to yourself!”

“?” Peter turned to see who was screaming at him and instinctively pulled his hand away before it could make contact with the cube.

There, pacing over to him, was an older man, probably in his late sixties, with thinning white hair and a pair of glasses perched on his nose. His lab coat flapped as he hurried towards them. He then turned to the nearby guards, yelling at them for letting non-personnel into such a secure area.

The guards, however, glanced over at Peggy. Their expressions seemed to convey something unspoken. Following their gaze, the scientist's face paled as he recognized her. His tone immediately changed, filled with respect and trepidation. "D-Director Carter, ma'am!"

Peggy's expression remained calm but authoritative. "This is Peter Quill, our guest. I brought him here."

The scientist stammered, clearly flustered. "I-I apologize. I didn't realize..."

Peter smiled, stepping back from the Cube, the urge to touch it dissipating. "It's alright. Just curious, you know?"

Peggy gave a small nod of approval before turning back to Peter. "As I said, this is your reward. It's the least we can do for everything you've done."

Peter couldn't help but feel a rush of gratitude and excitement. "Thank you, Peggy. I’m just not sure how I’ll take this thing out of here..."

Peggy nodded, her expression softening slightly. "We can help with that—"

Listening to the way Peggy and Peter were talking, the scientist's face grew pale. “W-What…” A sense of dread crept up his spine, a bad feeling gnawing at him. "What do you mean by that?" he interrupted, his voice tinged with unease.

Peggy turned to him, her expression firm but sympathetic. "Dr. Whitaker, the Cube will be turned over into Peter's possession from here on out."

Dr. Whitaker's face drained of color, his eyes widening in disbelief. "What? No, you can't be serious! This... this is the culmination of my life's work! You can't just give it away!"

Exchanging a glance with Peggy, Peter sensed the gravity of the situation. He took a small step back, feeling the full force of the scientist's fury directed at him. “…” He remained silent, letting Peggy handle the situation.

Peggy tried to keep her voice calm and steady. "Dr. Whitaker, I understand your feelings, but this decision is final. Peter will be taking the Cube today. With him, it will serve a greater purpose…"

Dr. Whitaker's expression twisted with anger and desperation. "A greater purpose? What could be greater than the advancements we've made here? We've revolutionized technology, medicine, transportation—everything! You can't just take that away!"

Peggy took a step forward, her tone soothing yet authoritative. "Dr. Whitaker, your work has been invaluable, and it won't be forgotten. But we must consider the bigger picture. Nothing you say or do will change this decision..."

Dr. Whitaker shook his head, his hands trembling. "You don't understand. This Cube is everything. My life's work, my legacy. What will happen to all the projects we're working on? The breakthroughs we're on the verge of discovering?"

Peggy placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Your work will continue, Dr. Whitaker. We will ensure that your research is preserved and that you have the resources you need to continue your advancements. But the Cube itself must be handed over."

Dr. Whitaker's eyes filled with tears of frustration and helplessness. "But... but... it's my life's work..."

Peggy frowned in sympathy, “I’m sorry, Dr. Whitaker. I understand how this must feel…”

The scientist's anger flared once more, but this time it was tinged with resignation. "You can't possibly understand how I feel! Or what this means to me!"

Peggy squeezed his shoulder gently. "I understand, Dr. Whitaker. Believe me, I do. But sometimes, you have to..."

While Peggy continued her efforts to calm the irate scientist, Peter found himself drawn back to the AllSpark. The feeling to reach out and touch it surged within him once again, but this time stronger than ever. He could almost hear it calling to him, beckoning him to make contact.

Taking a deep breath, Peter stepped closer to the massive cube, his heart pounding in his chest. “…”

As he lifted his arm, he felt the Force react, a strange yet familiar sensation coursing through his veins. His hand began to glow with the ethereal light of the Force, an involuntary response to the powerful artifact before him.

His fingers grazed the AllSpark's surface, and in that instant, everything changed. “!”

The AllSpark seemed to come alive, its surface lighting up with a radiant, electric blue glow that pulsed with energy. It began to wriggle and move, shifting in a way that defied logic and physics. The air around it hummed with power, the atmosphere thick with anticipation.

Peggy, the scientist, and everyone else in the room fell silent, their conversation dying as they turned to witness the incredible spectacle unfolding before them. Their eyes widened in shock and awe, unable to look away from the mesmerizing sight.

The AllSpark's massive form began to separate into smaller blocks, each piece moving with precision and purpose like a giant, intricate Rubik's Cube. The blocks folded in on themselves over and over, a complex dance of machinery and energy that left everyone breathless.

The room was filled with a dazzling display of light and movement, the AllSpark transforming in a way that seemed almost magical.

As the final pieces clicked into place, the once colossal cube had shrunk down to the size of dice, its brilliant glow now concentrated into a compact, pulsating form. The transformation complete, the AllSpark dropped gently into Peter's waiting hand, its weight surprisingly light.

The room, which had been dominated by the AllSpark's presence, now felt considerably more empty. Everyone stared at Peter, their expressions a mix of disbelief and wonder.

Peter himself was in a state of stunned amazement. He stared at the cube in his hand, feeling the immense power contained within it. 'Did it react to my Mechu Deru?' He wondered, feeling a sudden surge of energy as he accidentally channeled a bit of power into it.

The runes and glyphs carved into its metal surface began to glow with an intense, vibrant light. The room seemed to hum with a strange, electric energy, the air growing thick with anticipation.

Before anyone could react, the AllSpark activated fully, its light enveloping the entire room. The glow was blinding, forcing everyone to shield their eyes. Peter felt a strange sensation, as if the very essence of the AllSpark was reaching out and interacting with everything around it.

Suddenly, the light from the AllSpark seemed to reach out and touch every piece of technology in the room. Calculators, phones, computers, and even the giant crane that was once used to move the AllSpark for study began to quiver and shake.

The room was filled with the sound of metal twisting and contorting, a symphony of mechanical transformation.

“?!” Peter watched in shock as the devices morphed and changed before his eyes.

The once-innocuous pieces of technology transformed into robots of all sizes, each bearing the Cybertronian insignia.

Their eyes glowed with malevolent light as their weapons materialized, charged with deadly intent. “!” Each one seemed to growl and glare, their mechanical forms bristling with feral rage as they turned their gazes upon the humans in the room, making their intentions unmistakably clear.

Seeing the dangerous turn of events, Peter muttered under his breath, "Uhh… Oops?"

A/N: 1800 words :)