Flipped: A Steve Harrington Enemies to Lovers

The Sauna Test

Relief barely scratches the surface when describing how you feel, entering the Scoops break-room, to find Robin already there this morning.

It means you don't have to talk to Steve about what happened.

However, you still feel his eyes raking over you when you walk in with Dustin. His face looks gaunt and wide like a deer in the headlights, immediately bolting upright at the mere sight of you.

You join their huddle around the table, beginning to discuss the next steps of the Russian take-down, which in all honesty, you're less than eager to follow through with after glimpsing the weapons they're packing.

Sinking into a chair, you pointedly train your gaze away from Steve, whose eyes travel searchingly over you.

It hurts when you refuse to acknowledge his presence.

"The guard had a keycard," Robin elaborates what she's already begun. "That keycard opens the door."

You open a palm as you say, "Yeah, but you're forgetting the part where the Russian with the keycard also has an assault rifle. You know, the massive gun."

"Whatever's in this room, whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anybody finding it." Dustin adds.

"But there's gotta be a way in." Robin suggests.

You blink. "A way in? Did you not just hear the part where I mentioned the massive gun?"

Steve, with eyes still riveted upon you, finally speaks, "Well, you know... I could just take him out?"

You can't help it.

Perhaps it's the dangerous mix of palpable tension between the pair of you, or that Steve is even considering he could beat a trained military guard in a fight.

But the notion makes you snort with a ripping roar of laughter.

Steve's mouth twitches at the sound and drops the earnestness in his face.

"Okay, why are you laughing?" He questions, voice rising.

You look so fucking amused by this that Steve's jaw locks that bit tighter.

You clear your throat.

"I'm laughing at the part where you said you'd take out the Russian guard with, and I can't believe I'm repeating this a third time, the MASSIVE FUCKING GUN." The last three words you spit out, eyes widening to match your gesture of condescension.

He stands, palms placed to his hips and he pouts with an expression of unconcern.

"What?" He shrugs. "I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard-"

"-And get sprayed with that many bullets you wind up looking like a slice of swiss cheese." You also stand, feeling it rising in your chest, the feeling of your blood boiling within.

Why does he insist on being so stupid?

"Nope, because I would be sneaking." He spells it slowly out as if you were an imbecile, which only makes your sudden change in mood worse.

You scoff, the noise earning another twitch from Steve's mouth as it sours at you.

God, you really do drive him up the fucking wall.

Dustin, whose eyes are buried in deep thought, ever so helpfully chimes in.

"Well, please, tell me this, and be honest, have you ever actually... won a fight?" He holds out a hand to Steve, eyes questioning and eyebrow quirked.