SUNSHINE, steve harrington.

fourteen.

PART TWO: CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

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"Help! Help" Robin shouted.

"Hey, would you stop yelling?" Steve groaned.

"Steve! Oh, my God! Are you okay?" Robin exclaimed.

"My ears are ringing and I can't really breathe, my eye feels like it's about to pop out of my skull, but, you know, apart from that, I'm doing pretty good." Steve responded.

"Well, the good news is that they're calling you a doctor." Robin chuckled.

"Is this his place around?" Steve looked around, getting his first real glimpse of it, "I love the vibe. Charming."

"Yeah, tell me about it. So, okay, do you see that table over there to your right?" Robin asked. Robin felt Steve turn his head to the left, "No your other right."

"Oh." Steve muttered.

"Yeah, okay. And you see those scissors?" Robin pointed out.

"Uh huh." Steve replied.

"Yeah, well, I think that if we move at the same time, we could get over there, and then maybe I could kick the table and knock them into your lap-" Robin explained.

"And I could cut the binds." Steve jumped in.

"Yeah." Robin nodded, "And we could get out of here."

"Gotcha. Okay, yeah, we can do that." Steve shrugged.

"Yeah." Robin smiled.

"Those morons. They left scissors in here?" Steve laughed.

"Yeah, total morons." Robin agreed and laughed as well.

The laughter dwindled as they started to work on the plan.

"Okay, so, on the count of three we're gonna hop." Robin informed.

"Okay, good, hop on three. I gotcha." Steve repeated.

"One, two, three!" Robin shouted. They both jumped at the same time, and were able to move closer to the scissors.

"Okay, that worked." Robin nodded, "All right let's try it again."

"One, two, three!" Steve and Robin exclaimed, making another jump.

"Holy shit, this is gonna work!" Robin grinned.

Robin and Steve counted down again, but this time their jump was unsuccessful, which resulted in them falling on the floor. Robin began to laugh lightly.

"It's okay, it's okay." Steve consoled, mistaking Robin's giggles for crying noises, "Don't cry. Robin."

Robin began to laugh louder.

"Are you laughing? Jesus." Steve sighed.

"I'm sorry. It's just, I can't believe I'm gonna die in a secret Russian base with Steve "The Hair" Harrington. It's just too trippy, man." Robin exhaled.

"We're not gonna die. We're gonna get out of here, okay? Just- You gotta let me just think for a second." Steve said.

"Do you remember, um, Mrs. Click's sophomore history class?" Robin asked.

"What?" Steve shook his head.

"Mrs. Clickity-Clackity. That's what us band dweebs called her. It was first period, Tuesdays and Thursdays, so you were always late. And you always had the same breakfast. I sat behind you, do you even remember me from that class?" Robin wondered.

Steve felt a rush of guilt come over him, but stayed silent.

"Of course you don't. You were a real asshole, you know that?" Robin groaned.

"Yeah, I know." Steve sighed.

"But it didn't even matter. I was still obsessed with you. Even though all of us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just wanna be popular...accepted...normal..." Robin trailed off.

"If it makes you feel any better, having those things isn't all that great. Seriously. It just baffles me, everything that people tell you is important, everything that people say you should care about, it's all just....bullshit." Steve admitted, "But I guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?" 

"I hope so. I feel like my whole life has been one big error." Robin chuckled sadly.

"Yep." Steve agreed and chuckled too.

"At least it can't get any more messed up than this." Robin sighed.

"You know, I wish I'd known you in Click's class." Steve said.

"Yeah?" Robin wondered.

"Really, I do." Steve nodded, "Maybe you could've helped me pass the class. Maybe instead of being here, I'd be on my way to college right now."

"And I would have no idea that there were evil Russians beneath our feet, and I would be happily slinging ice cream with some other schmuck." Robin continued.

"Gotta say though, I liked being your schmuck." Steve smiled softly, "It was fun while it lasted."

"It was." Robin agreed.

There moment was interrupted by a buzzer and the Russian soldiers were back. 

"Where were you two going?" The Russian guard taunted, bringing the two back up off the floor.

The 'doctor' had a needle with some sort of blue substance in it.

"What is that thing?!" Steve exclaimed.

"It will help you talk." The doctor informed, ignoring Steve's screams and injecting the blue substance into Steve's neck.

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