"The gate," Steve, Dustin, and I say.
We rush back out the door we entered though.
"I don't understand. You've seen this before?" Robin asks.
"Not exactly," Steve tells her.
"Then what, exactly?" Robin asks.
"All you need to know is it's bad," Dustin tells her.
"Like really, really bad," I tell her.
"Like, end-of-the-human-race-as-we-know-it kind of bad," Dustin says.
"And you know about this how?" Robin asks.
"Um, Steve? Where's your Russian friend?" Erica asks.
I look down and see that the guy from before is gone. An alarm starts to blare.
"Shit," Steve says. Steve opens the door before slamming it shut. "Shit. Go, go, go, go, go!"
We run out of the room.
"Move! Let's move!" Steve shouts.
We accidentally end up in the control room.
"Shit," Dustin says.
"Go! Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" Steve shouts. "Go, go, go!"
We rush from the room down towards the terrifying Russian machine blasting a whole into the wall. Russians are chasing us. We hit a dead end.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" Dustin shouts.
"Guards! Go!" Erica yells.
"This way!" Steve tells us.
We rush down a flight of stairs. Steve pushes a guard out of the way.
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" Steve shouts.
Steve pushes metal containers down to block the way for other guards.
"Come on! Go, go, go, go, go!" Steve yells.
We run through another door. Steve slams it shut behind us.
"Sugar!" Steve shouts. "Help me, come on!"
I rush to Steve's side throwing my body weight into the door.
"Here! Come on, let's go!" Erica shouts.
"Come on!" Dustin tells us.
"Go! Just get out of here!" Steve tells him.
"Go, come on, now!" Dustin says.
"No! Just go get some help, okay?" Steve tells him. "What are you doing? Go!"
"I won't forget you!" Dustin tells him.
I look at Robin. "Your turn to babysit." She looks at me for a moment. "Go! Please."
Robin follows Dustin and Erica out of the room.
Suddenly I'm pushed forward when the Russians force the door open. They all draw their guns and point them at Steve and me.
They separate Steve and me. They try to integrate me, but I won't talk. They want to know who I work for. How we got in. After what feels like forever I'm dragged into another room.
"Get your hands off me!" I shout.
I'm thrown down onto the floor next to Steve.
"Hey... Steve?" He isn't moving. "Steve? Steve?" I can see his face is bloody and he has a black eye. "Steve?" The guy in charge walks into the room. "What did you do to him? What did you do?"
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slay 'em dead//Steve Harrington
Fanfiction"It's a school night," I remind him. "Shouldn't you be inside?" Steve asks. "But it's so nice out here," I tell him. "I mean I am pretty nice to look at," Steve remarks.
