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Steve and Robin rushed into the bathroom, getting to the stalls and puking their guts out.

They flushed the toilets when they were done, laying tiredly on the bathroom floor.

"The ceiling stopped spinning for me." Robin spoke up, "Is it still spinning for you."

Steve looked up, "Holy shit." He stared at the celling, "No. You think we puked it all up?"

"Maybe." Robin replied, "Ask me something. Interrogate me."

Steve chuckled, "Okay. Interrogate you. Sure. Uhhh- when was the last time you- peed your pants?"

"Today."

Steve looked at the stall wall the separated them, "What?" He asked.

"When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw." She told him.

"Oh my god." Steve laughed.

Robin chuckled, "It was just a little bit though!"

"Yeah it's definitely still in her system." Steve muttered in amusement.

"All right, my turn." Robin sat up.

"Okay hit me." Steve replied.

Robin thought, "Have you," she started, "Ever been in love?

Steve sighed, "Yep. Michelle Henderson. Since like the 8th grade even though at the time I didn't even realize. And I still do to this day love her." He answered, then look towards Robin's direction, "You knew that though."

Robin bit the inside of her cheek, "I knew it was a crush. I didn't know it was love."

"Yeah. It took me some time to figure it out too." Steve said, "I hate that it did. Cause I could've been with her such a long time ago. But now with all this crap, the Russians, me being friends with her brother, my ex being her friend. It just became so complicated. Now it's almost impossible to find a way to tell her, but that's all I want to do. You know, you ever get the feeling where you just want to tell someone how you feel? Like it's ripping you from the inside out cause of how badly you want to tell this person that you love them, but for some reason; you hold yourself back and eventually just start hating yourself for not just taking the risk?"

He sighed, waiting for a response from Robin. "Robin? Did you just OD in there?" He knocked on her stall.

"No." She responded quietly. "I am still alive."

Steve could hear her sigh, making him slide under the stall wall into her stall. "The floor's disgusting." Robin told him.

"Yeah well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt so-," Steve shrugged it off. He sat across from her, Robin smiling lightly, "What do you think?" He asked.

"About?" Robin asked.

"Mitch." Steve said, "I mean you're usually the one to tell me if I'm being crazy or not."

Robins face flickered down, "I- you- you do what you want. Take the risk. Most people would kill to be in your place right now."

Steve furred his eyebrows, "Robin what's wrong?"

"Nothing." She quickly smiled it off.

"No. I can tell when somethings wrong with you. I know you-,"

"You don't." She quickly cut him off. "You don't know me."

He stared confused, "And if you did know me, like really- really know me. I don't think you'd even want to be my friend."

He chuckled, "That's crazy, that's not true." He day up straighter, "No way is that true."