"It's not right—it's not right at all!"
"Your power can't be that strong!"
The Decepticon was completely stunned by Rorschach.
Rorschach wasn't sure if this guy had a brain, but if he did, he'd definitely be feeling the pressure right about now.
"I don't believe it!" the Decepticon roared, launching himself from the ground in a thunderous charge toward Rorschach.
Bang!
Once again, he was sent flying—hammered into the ground like a nail by Rorschach's punch.
"Ahem!"
The Decepticon coughed up a few metal parts. He was starting to doubt everything.
Was this even the same species of human he knew from before?
Weren't humans supposed to be weak, fragile little bugs?
He began to suspect this was all some kind of dream—or maybe a malfunction.
Whoosh!
Before the Decepticon could fully recover, Rorschach launched himself again—eight or nine meters into the air like a human tank—and came crashing down toward him.
This time, the Decepticon wasn't foolish enough to try and block it. He tucked and rolled violently to the side, dodging Rorschach's crushing blow.
Rumble!
Rorschach's fist slammed into the ground, cracking open a crater.
Boom!
The Decepticon's arm transformed, merging into a massive blade, which he grabbed tightly. He looked reinvigorated, like he was ready to turn things around.
"Die!" he bellowed, swinging the blade at Rorschach.
Zzzzt!
But a blast of searing heat shot from Rorschach's eyes, cutting clean through the Decepticon's arm as if slicing through tofu.
The entire right arm—blade and all—fell to the ground.
"What the—?!"
The Decepticon's head nearly exploded from the shock.
Lasers from a human's eyes? Since when?!
Zzzzt!
Another red-hot beam shot out from Rorschach's eyes, this time cleaving straight through the Decepticon's head.
Smack!
The massive metal skull hit the floor with a thud.
A second later, the rest of the Decepticon's body collapsed, lifeless and crumpled.
The towering machine that had roared with menace just moments ago was now a motionless pile of twisted scrap metal.
Rorschach stood silently, staring at the heap of parts, lost in thought.
There are still Decepticons on Earth?
This world… it wasn't just Marvel anymore.
But thinking it through, it actually made sense. The Marvel universe already had an interstellar backdrop—Skrulls, Kree, Star-Lord, Ego, Thor, Loki, Thanos, the Eternals.
So, in comparison, a few Cybertronians weren't that wild.
In fact, compared to many of those cosmic threats, the Decepticons were kind of weak.
This wasn't even an Avengers-level problem.
So Rorschach shelved the shock and moved to a more pressing question: Why couldn't he extract energy from the Decepticon?
Transformers were machines, living machines sure, but still—mechanical beings. They had energy. Systems. Circuits.
So why was his extraction system rejecting them?
Could it be... because they're alive?
Maybe the system only worked on dead objects, not living ones.
If that was true, then what about the AllSpark—the Source of Cybertron's spark?
The AllSpark was a higher form of energy than what powered the Decepticons. Would the system recognize that and allow extraction?
Rorschach's eyes lit up with a spark of hope.
"The system," he asked mentally, "is Cybertron's spark source an extractable energy form?"
Silence.
As usual, the system gave him nothing.
Tsundere machine...
Still, Rorschach had a feeling—a strong feeling—that the AllSpark might just work.
Right now, there was no way to be sure. But it was worth a try.
He started reviewing everything he remembered about the Transformers plot.
In the original story, the hero's ancestor had stumbled upon a frozen Megatron—either in the North or South Pole. Megatron carried a critical map encoded into a pair of glasses.
That information was key to locating the AllSpark.
But right now, trying to find those glasses was a fool's errand.
In fact, the future protagonist of Transformers—Sam Witwicky? His father was probably still a kid.
Then it hit Rorschach—in the first movie, both Megatron and the AllSpark were hidden inside the Hoover Dam.
So the real question was: When did the government discover Megatron and move him there?
Was he still buried in ice right now? Or already under lock and key?
There was no way to be certain.
And the glasses? Forget it. Completely untraceable in this era.
It was clear—tracking the AllSpark on his own would be very difficult in this time period.
But then…
Why not use outside help?
Rorschach's eyes lit up with the idea.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
That's right—he had a powerful tool at his disposal, and it'd be a waste not to use it.
S.H.I.E.L.D. lived for this kind of supernatural, alien nonsense. Plus, the Decepticon had been disguised as Howard Stark's car—so technically, this was their business.
Completely justifiable. Zero red flags.
Perfect.
Rorschach grinned, pleased with the decision.
"Hey, Ryan!" he called out, spotting the garage owner still trembling in the corner. "You've got a phone in here, right?"
"Y-Yeah!" Ryan stammered, barely able to meet his gaze.
To be fair, Rorschach had just obliterated a Decepticon in front of him like it was nothing. Even though he looked calm and composed, to Ryan, he might as well have been the devil himself.
Rorschach ignored the fear in Ryan's eyes and stepped into the dusty office corner of the garage. He found the phone, picked it up, and dialed Howard Stark directly.
He explained the situation in a few quick, clipped sentences.
"Rorschach—are you serious?"
"Wait right there. I'm on my way!"
Howard didn't even hesitate.
He immediately began assembling a team to head to the garage.