𝗨𝗚𝗟𝗬 // 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻

017

"Ok come on!"
Steve ushers us from the dark wall we're hidden behind, "that was close." Robin exclaims, earning an annoyed grunt from Dustin, "too close."
I nod slightly, "agreed, I don't want to be killed by Russians before my senior year."

The popular boy waves his hand in dismissal and speaks as he turns the corner, "relax, it's not like anyone saw .. us.."
My eyes go wide at the sight in front of me, millions of men are strutting around with large guns, stern expressions present on their face and thin lines forming on their lips. The room is large and round, clear windows showing different rooms present. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice something strange, a door is open and inside is a crowd of machines and bright lights.

"Shit!" Steve is dragging me down to the floor before I can inspect further, hand in mine that in any other situation would make me blush, but right now I'm more concerned with the scary men holding weapons in the next room.
"I saw it!" Erica whispers to us, "the coms room!"
Steve frowns at the girl, confused, "you saw the coms room?"

It all makes sense now.
"First floor.. northwest.." I breathe out quietly, still gaining the attention of those around me, "what?" Steve's eyes bore into mine and I return his stare, "I saw it too. Thats where it is."

"That could be a hundred different things." Dustin lets out, but Robin just smirks at me and I know what she's thinking, so I turn back to Steve, stern look on my face and head slightly leaning forward as I stare into his own eyes,

"I'll take those odds."

***

So uh.. before I could realise it I was watching Steve Harrington fist fight a Russian. And it was weirdly hot?

We'd rushed into the coms room as soon as we could, sneaking close to the ground, only to find him in there, same stern look on his face.
Robin had tried some smart tactic of pretending she was Russian too but the guard wasn't fooled, so next thing I know Steve is charging at him.

We watch in awe as the two fight, Steve suddenly getting up when knocked down onto the controls and punching the guards ribs.
The man's head fell down onto the metal and he was knocked clean out, a restless Steve leaning over him, breathing heavily and sweat dripping from his hair. His eyes were dark, possessing something inside of me because I somehow found myself shouting, "go Steve!"
I expected judgement, but the group seemed to agree and Dustin even congratulated him on winning the fight.

But for a moment it seems one of us is missing and a panic runs inside of me as I search around for my best friend. She nearly gives me a heart attack when she excitedly struts down the stairs, "guys! There's something up there!"

We follow her, heads low to stay undercover.
The world is covered in blue as we move towards the door and our eyes lock with a bright machine. Something about it causes my stomach to churn, this machine isn't good. I can tell it from first sight.
The wall is being ripped open like a wound re-torn, the men is hazmat suits casually pressing buttons as if the world didn't seem at stake.

The wall rips and shrieks in pain, the light piercing into it like lightning.
I look over at Steve, who's eyes are stone cold and mouth hanging open in shock, or maybe familiarity?
We're running back down the steps quicker than I've ever moved before, as if this thing would rip us open too.
Steve and Dustin are ranting about some gate, something bad and dangerous, but it's all so confusing, Robin even tries to ask them if they've seen it before.

"Not exactly," was their answer, an incredibly unhelpful one considering the circumstance. "All you need to know is it's bad," the tween describes, not assuring me of anything, in fact making the anxiety in my stomach rise further to my throat.