Better babysitter // Steve Harrington x Reader //

confession

And here we are, running for our life. My mind felt numb and I couldn't really catch up on what was happening. Considering that I have been just drugged by evil Russians I was doing good, well better than Steve at least who didn't want to let go of my hand the whole time we were running.

Robin helped me get into a small, red cart that Dustin had stolen. "Jeez, what did they do to you?"

"Shhh." I placed my finger on her lips, shutting her up. "They gave me something, something amazing." I laughed.

"Jesus." Robin sighed before helping Steve get in as well.

Dustin started to drive, causing Steve and I to bump into each other.

"Jesus, slow down!" Steve complained.

"Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?" I asked.

"It's the Indy 300." Steve corrected.

"No, you idiot, it's 500!" I yelled at him.

"It's 300!" Steve yelled back at me.

"Let's just say, a million," I said while chuckling, causing Steve to laugh loudly.

"What is wrong with them?" Erica questioned.

"I don't know," Dustin answered.

"Dustin, watch out!" Robin screamed at him.

"Shit!" Dustin yelled as he crashed into something causing us to hit the side of the van.

Steve and I both groaned in pain. "Fuck."

"You guys all right back there?" Dustin asked, turning around to look at us. Steve and I groaned in response. "They're fine." 

And with that Dustin, Erica and Robin got out of the car. They opened the doors of the cart and rushed us to get out. My head was still hurting and I didn't know if it was from the drug or because of the hit in the head. Robin grabbed my hand, helping me get out.

"We're coming!" Steve grunted as Dustin grabbed him by the hand and pulled him out of the cart. "This sucks."

We headed into the elevator room that got us here in the first place but this time the elevator started to go up.

Steve jumped onto one of the carts to carry the boxes. We were both whooping and giggling.

"Hey! You look like you're surfing!" I pointed out causing Steve to laugh even more.

"Surfing! Yeah! Whoa!"

"They seem drunk," Erica stated.

"Why would they be drunk?" Dustin questioned.

"Because the Russians gave them something," Robin answered.

"I'm a natural! Check it out!" Steve shouted before falling over onto the boxes.

My stomach was starting to hurt from all the laughing. "Wipeout!" I shouted.

Dustin walked over to Steve, placing his hand on his forehead. "He's burning up."

"You're burning up," Steve said.

Dustin continued to check on Steve as Steve continued to boop his nose. "Steve, are you drugged?" Dustin asked.

"How many times, dad? I don't do drugs. It's only marijuana." Steve chuckled.

"This isn't funny, okay?" Dustin snapped. "I need to know what they did to you. Are you gonna die on us?"

"Boop." Steve booped Dustin's nose causing me to giggle at his action.

"They're gonna be looking for us up there, so I need you to tell me where you parked your car," Dustin said.