Surrender // Steve Harrington x Reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

The next morning, the group returns to the small shack playing hideout for Eddie. Dustin had spent the early hours somehow tracking the police radio and what they were saying - you zoned out when he tried to explain how he was able to, but something about a satellite and the tallest point in Hawkins. 

Yourself and Steve had stopped at the store to pick up some essentials for him as well, to keep him fed while in voluntary captivity. 

Eddie flinches as you all pile into the boathouse once more, you expect he thought you might have been law enforcement at first.  Steve, Dustin and yourself settle on one side of Eddie with Max and Robin on the other side while he sits in the boat and eats cereal direct from the packet. 

Dustin explains to Eddie that the police suspect him for killing poor Chrissy Cunningham and his eyes go wide, the beer he'd been drinking discarded to rest at his feet. "Do you have any good news?" He sighs.

"Your name hasn't gone public yet." Robin soothes. "But if we found out about you then it's only a matter of time before that gets out too and then everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for you."

Eddie's eyes go off for a moment, drifting to the still water of the lake, a haunted glaze to brown pools. "Hunt the freak, right?"

You tense, though you're not entirely sure why. Perhaps you felt a little bad for him, taking the rap for what Henry had done. Or perhaps it was reflective of how your life was expected to be once everyone found out. "So before that happens, we need to find Vecna, kill him and prove your innocence."

You tense again. This time at the mention of Henry's given nickname and the intentions of the group. 

"That's all, Dustin? That's all?" Eddie was incredulous and perhaps a lot sarcastic in his response, huffing an exasperated breath through parted lips. 

"Listen, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we've actually been through this kind of thing before." Robin explains, "I mean, they have -- a few times. And... And I have once. Mind was more human-flesh-based and theirs was more smoke-related but-- Bottom line is, collectively, I really feel like we got this."

Steve's hand was resting on your shoulder where you sat in front of where he leaned against a wooden supporting post, his thumb tracing the line of the bone through the thick material of your sweater. You were wearing dark blue jeans one of Steve's emerald sweaters, for warmth. He was in light blue jeans and one of your favorites - his navy blue polo with the thick white stripe over the midsection though it was hidden beneath a grey jacket. He looked so good today that you almost felt bad for staring at him as much as you were. 

Hair all tousled and dropping over those exquisite features. The features you'd been so intent upon studying last night, and were glad that you did - you loved that dumb handsome face so much it hurt.

He cuts in now, hoping to offer some support you think, though it seems to have the opposite of the desired affect. "Yeah see, we usually rely on this girl that has super powers. But, uh... Those went bye-bye, so..."

Maybe my powers could help, you allow yourself that one hopeful thought, knowing fully that it would never bloom into reality. You hadn't half the strength of Eleven, and you knew that. You were useless.

"So we're technically in --- in more of the brainstorming phase right now."

"Yeah..." Dustin chuckles, "There's... There's nothing to worry about." He laughs though it's entirely forced, as is Steve's smile that he offers the brunette who was glaring in bewilderment at the two. He seems like he might say more, but is cut off by the sudden sound of sirens flying past the building.