"The way he looks at her. Like she's the most important thing in the world to him." "I think she is."
Experiment X - that's was she was known as. A dangerous weapon that belonged to a lab in the Soviet Union. An assassin. A spy.
A seventeen year old...
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— DECRYPT —
"YEAH, I DON'T know." The young girl, Erica Sinclair, huffed as she climbed down the ladder from checking out the vent, which Robin and Irina had managed to convince her to do.
"You don't know if you can fit?" Dustin asked.
"Oh I can fit. I just don't know if I want to." Erica corrected him.
"Are you claustrophobic?" Robin asked.
"I don't have phobias." Erica scoffed.
"Okay, well what's the problem?" Steve asked.
"The problem is I still haven't heard what's in this for Erica." Erica said. And with that, the free ice cream marathon began.
Erica sat at one of the tables surrounded in ice cream and four annoyed teenagers. She slowly pushed one of the ice creams back to Steve and gave him a sarcastic smile.
"More fudge please." She said. Steve looked done as he took the ice cream back to the counter, followed by Irina.
"I don't have much patience left with that kid." Steve said through gritted teeth as he angrily loaded more fudge onto the ice cream.
"I could still go knock out the guard." Irina smirked.
"But my patience can handle." Steve added to his previous statement.
"You know I'm right, Steve." Irina said.
"I know, I know. But while we're dealing with all this crazy shit I want you with me. So I know you're safe." He said and Irina smiled.
"So I can keep you safe from being beat up again?" She teased and Steve just gave her a look, making her laugh. "Seriously, Steve. You never told me Jonathan Byers beat you up." She added.
"That one doesn't count!" Steve exclaimed and Irina laughed before leaning up and pecking his lips.
"I think I deserve another one because of how mean that was." Steve said.
"Aww, my poor Драгоценный мальчик (precious boy)." Irina giggled, giving him another kiss anyway.
"Excuse me! More fudge! Now!" Erica called, growing impatient with the increasing PDA and lack of fudge.
***
Once it was dark and the mall was empty, Erica suited up in the back room of Scoops while Steve, Irina, Dustin and Robin perched on the roof where they were the day prior to spy on the doors to the secret room.
