I Love You, I'm Sorry // Steve Harrington x Reader

"Babysitter can't save you now."

Song - Dark Red - Steve Lacy

The next day at work Robin is faced away from the counter, headphones on, listening to the Russian message trying to continue decoding while the bell rings and ring.

"What do you want!" I rush out seeing Erika Sinclair at the counter.

"I will try the peanut butter chocolate swirl, please." She smirks.

"Sorry we have a 180 sample limit on customers and it seems you have surpassed that by-" I look down at an invisible notepad scribbling something imaginary down. "72 samples. Buy something, or scadaddle."

"Where's the sailor man?!" She shrieks.

"Sorry he's busy." Robin quips quickly turning back to her work.

"Babysitter can't save you now." I frown.

"Busy with what."

"Spy craft." Me and Robin both smile

I return to behind the window and pick up the buzzing walkie talkie.

"Y/n! What does a Russian look like?"

"I DONT know, tall, blonde, dressed in a Russian spy uniform! Maybe dufflebag, earpieces. That sort of thing."

"Mhm." Steve hums.

"I told you!" Dustins screams echoed through the walkie and I set it down.

Robin screams at me to get over to her and I run.

"Listen to this. The week is long the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west, a trip to china sounds nice if you tread lightly..."

"Oh my god. What's next?"

"I don't know yet." She opens a dictionary and flips through it intently.

A knock at the door echoes through the room and I run back and open the back door.

"Delivery for ya." The man smiles.

"Thank you." I smile grabbing the box and setting it on the counter signing the pad before staring at his hat. It reads the word lynx.

"Have a nice day." He cocks his eyebrow at me.

"Yeah.. you too." As I walk out behind him as he leaves.

"Silver cat! Silver cat!" I smile and run to Robin. "Robin!"

"What!"

"The delivery service. Lynx! There's a giant silver cat on the back of their uniform!"

"Silver cat..." she realizes.

Robin rushes out and I follow her only hearing snippets about someone thinking someone was a Russian.

She hops up on the fountain.

"A trip to china sounds nice." She repeats looking around finding a Chinese food place. "If you tread lightly." She pints to the shoe store upstairs. "When blue and yellow meets red in the west."

"The clock." I point to the giant clock on the wall and she smiles.

"Guys! What are you doing?" Steve sighs at us.

"We've cracked it."

"Cracked what?"

"The code." I shake him by his shoulders.
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Surely enough when the clock is just right we head up to the roof-in the pouring ran...

"Look for imperial panda and Kaufman shoes." Robin warns over the loud rain.

"They're with that whistling guy. Ten o'clock." Dustin points.

"What do you thinks in there." Steve questions.

"Guns, bombs." Dustin suggests.

"Poison." I shrug.

"Chemical weapons." Robin shakes her head as if to say anything can be in the boxes.

"Whatever it is they're armed to the teeth." Dustin observes.

"Great." Steve rubs rain out of his face.

"Hey what's in there?" Robins voice shakes noticing boxes in a room that is now opening.

"It's just more boxes." Dustin observes.

"Let me check it out." Steve tries to grab the binoculars out of Dustin's hands.

They argue before dropping the binoculars. We all shuffle down and hide behind the wall.

Steve and I's hand find each other and grip each other's out of fear before we both notice what's happening and drop them. Much like that night in the Byers home.