The Babysitters: Steve Harrington x Reader

Chapter 27

"The door is opened with a keycard, but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun," Dustin explained to us the next afternoon, in the Scoops Ahoy back room.

I sat on the table with my legs crossed, with Robin's legs propped up next to mine. Steve was spinning his sailor hat around on his finger as we watched Dustin pace the small room. "Whatever's in that room, whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anyone finding it."

"Oh well, we tried," I shrugged. Dustin glared at me. I've been trying to thwart this plan from advancing all morning. We don't have time to get tangled in any more dangerous situations, especially with what Will had warned me about last night. Problem was, I couldn't inform the boys with Robin here.

"There has to be another way in," Robin shook her head, not thinking anything of my objections.

"Well you know, I could just take him out," Steve said, leaning forward on the table so that his elbow brushed my leg. He didn't seem to notice.

"Take who out?" Robin asked with her eyebrows raised sarcastically.

"The Russian guard," Steve rolled his eyes.

"Like on a date?" I joked. Steve scoffed.

"No. I'd sneak up behind him, knock him out, and take his keycard. It's easy," He shrugged confidently.

"Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?" Dustin asked.

"Yes, Dustin. I did. And that's why I would be sneaking," Steve emphasized, using his pointer and middle finger to mimic walking across my leg. Robin laughed quietly at me when my face heated up.

"Well please tell me this, and be honest, have you ever actually won a fight?" Dustin asked, crossing his arms.

"Okay that was one time-" Steve rolled his eyes.

"Twice," I corrected, interrupting him. He gave me a betrayed look.

"What?" He asked.

"Billy and Johnathan. That's two," I explained, counting on my fingers.

"Johnathan doesn't count," Steve said, sitting back in his chair.

Why wouldn't it count?" I asked incredulously.

"Didn't he beat the shit out of you?" Dustin recalled.

"Yeah, the cops were called and everything," I nodded.

"That's not-" Steve argued, but I cut him off again.

"Tommy H. and I had to pry Johnathan off of you," I scoffed.

"But that's-" Steve tried again.

"That just might work," Robin mumbled to herself, shooting up out of her chair and leaving the storage room.

"Tommy H.?" I asked, as the three of us followed her out. Robin's fist shoved into our tip jar, grabbing a fistful of the cash.

"Hey, hey!" Steve called after her. "Robin, what are you doing?"

"I need cash," She answered bluntly.

"Some of that's ours!" He said, gesturing to both of us.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To find a way into that room," Robin explained, backing out of Scoops. "A safe way. In the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don't get beat up! I'll be back in a jiff!" She said with a smile, and ran off.

I looked to Steve, who shrugged, and looked at Dustin, who was taking a giant lick of ice cream off of Steve's scooper. "Oh man come on, not my scooper," Steve whined, ripping it out of Dustin's grip.