Really? ||Steve Harrington x Female Reader||

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"What do you mean 'We have to destroy it now'?"

"Exactly what it sounds like I mean," I stated, ideas starting to form. "The Mind Flayer is already out. If we close the gate now, we can put it back, before people get hurt."

"Mind Flayer?" Robin asked.

"Listen, Henderson, I like your motivation, but we've gotta think this through," Steve reminded, ignoring Robin's question. "There's five of us, and at least ten Russians down there. If we break in, they're just gonna overrun us."

"And we don't even know if we can break that thing," Dustin added. "Everyone that gets close is wearing a safety suit, remember? Maybe we'll disintegrate before we even get close. Like what Steve said, we can't do this now."

"But-"

"No buts," Steve interrupted. "We're not closing the gate yet. End of story."

I glared at him, frustrated. Why didn't anyone get it? This wasn't something minor, like 'The phone's broken!' or 'The door's squeaky!' This gate was bound to kill people, and we had the chance to close it! We might never get this close again! And they just wanted to throw this away? Even if we couldn't completely destroy it, we could do enough damage to seriously set it back and give someone else time to destroy it.

"We'll meet you guys down there." The door opened and closed without argument. "Henderson," Steve urged. I kept my eyes glued on the machine, brainstorming how to destroy it. "Henderson, c'mon." I continued to ignore him. He groaned out of frustration before grabbing my wrist and dragging me out the door.

"Steve, let go," I growled.

"And let you go and kill yourself? I don't think so."

"Do you not understand the opportunity we have right now?" I argued. "Steve, you know how deadly this thing is, and we can stop it right now! We can save lives!"

"Y/n, you're not listening to us," Steve repeated, cupping my face as if it would make me listen better. "We don't know what that machine is. That means it could kill us the second we get close to it. And I don't know if you know this, but you're more valuable alive than dead. We're not going near that thing."

I glared at him, determined to not let him see how much I was starting to agree with him. No, no, I didn't agree with him. I couldn't just sit back. I had to do something.

Steve, seeing I was still determined, sighed, right before throwing me over his shoulder.

"Woah- what're you doing?" I cried.

"Getting you out of here the only way I can think of," he answered. He effortlessly pushed the door open before carrying us down the steps, meeting the group at the bottom. Instead of looking determined, or even happy to see us, they looked terrified.

"Hey Steve, any idea where your Russian friend is?" Robin asked. I glanced around, praying the Russian was hiding behind one of the many counters. But as I continued to glance around, it became obvious that he was definitely not here.

Steve pushed open the door, long enough for us to hear yelling on the other side. "Shit!" he swore. "Go, go, go!"

We climbed back up the stairs, hearing the door slam open and voices yelling behind us.

We found ourselves at the windows again, but instead of just watching the machine, we pushed through the second door, entering the observatory area. All the scientists stared at us, confused. We took this opportunity to push past them and go through yet another door. This one led us to the platform the machine was on.

Ideas started to form in my brain. This was my chance! Not only would I be able to do something to this machine, but maybe I'd be able to distract some of the Russians from the group. It was a win-win situation!