The week is long.
The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west.
The words were in front of you as you leant on Steve out of laziness, his other shoulder rested against the wall, arms folded.
"They'd make good song lyrics." You said, Robin smirking at your comment.
"But what does it mean?" Dustin asked, pacing.
"Steve, we gotta shut down the shop." Robin suddenly said, pointing to the clock.
"Oh shit."
You all make your way out of the shop, Steve closing it behind you.
"I mean, it's just..." He says as he slams the metal shutters down and locks it, "It just can't be right."
"It's right." Robin declares. You believed her.
"Honestly, I think it's great news." Dustin declares and you frown at him.
"How is this great news?" Steve shakes his head, standing up. "I mean, so much for being American heroes."
"You realise that there could still be something going on?" You say and they look at you, "Look, if you were planning something would you just say it for anyone to hear or would you create your own code?"
"You're right, its too specific." Dustin adds, walking just in front of you with Robin beside him.
"What do you mean, a code?" Steve furrows his brows as he matches your pace.
"Like a super secret spy code." Dustin explains briefly.
Your best friend just raises his eyebrows. "That's a total stretch."
"I don't know, is it?" Robin asks, "Listen, just for kicks, let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. Like Y/n said, they wouldn't just say it how it is. You think they were gonna say 'fire the warhead at noon'?"
"Exactly." You and Dustin agree.
"And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so... 'the silver cat feeds'." Robin starts fidgeting, waving her hands in the air as she pondered, "Why would anyone talk like that?"
"Unless they were trying to mask the meaning of their message." You nod along, yawning.
Steve looks over to you while Robin and Dustin continue their conspiracy spiral, pulling you to a stop.
"You've been yawning a lot lately."
"What else is new?" You chuckle, eyes drooping as you fight for energy.
He frowns softly, shifting between your eyes. "You need more sleep."
"No shit, Sherlock." You looked at him, "You telling me you've been sleeping like a baby since last year?"
"No." He shakes his head, "But I also don't have evil monsters from another dimension swarming in my head."
You twist your face, nodding. "Yep, yep. That's a good point. I bet all that goes through your head is shampoo and ridiculous little tunes."
Steve laughs in surprise. "Tunes?"
"Yeah. Like I imagine you just have some random songs in your head, no lyrics, just..." You pick the first melody that comes to mind and start humming it.
Steve stops, grabbing your shoulder as his eyes widen. "That tune."
Your face drops. "Okay, there's no way I could have guessed that perfectly."
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Raining Hellfire 3
FanficThe Summer of '85 was meant to be the best summer of all time. Graduation had spiralled Y/n into getting a job and, despite all the forgotten plans, she finally felt like she found herself. But Hawkins was never going to be peaceful. And now, she ha...
