"Hey, guys, listen." Steve commands, spinning on his heel, "If things here start to go south-- I mean, at all, you abort."
His gaze flickers to Angie again.
It's a warning.
Not only to her, but to Eddie and Dustin too.
She has to make it back alive...
or he won't forgive them either.
"Okay?" he reiterates, "Draw the attention of the bats. Keep em' busy for a minute or two. We'll take care of Vecna. Don't try to be cute or be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just--"
"Decoys."
"Don't worry." Dustin sighs, "You can be the hero, Steve."
Eddie nods, "Absolutely. I mean, look at us. We are not heroes."
Angie's arms fold over her chest.
Eddie's words couldn't have been more true.
That's what made her anxious.
If it came down to it... she would have to be the hero.
And as tough as she forced herself to be, she wasn't sure if she was ready to be one.
"Hey, Steve," Angie calls after him, her voice urgent.
He spins immediately, concern flooding his features.
She snatches his collar in her hands, yanking his lips down to hers.
She forces him to understand-- to feel-- every feeling she's ever felt for him.
Concern.
Contentment.
Love.
He inhales sharply when she separates their lips, not wanting the moment to end.
"Make him pay," Angie whispers, her eyes never straying from his.
Steve nods, slowly slipping away into the darkness.
They immediately get started on preparing the Munson trailer for war.
Wooden slats.
Tin covers.
Reinforcement screws.
Anything they could find to cover up the doors and windows.
Eddie steps back first, taking a good look at it.
"Not bad," he grins, "Not bad at all."
"Let's just hope it holds up."
Eddie chuckles, extending a fist to his little sister, "Now, it's time for the fun part."
She meets him halfway, bumping fists, "If you could call it that."
He gasps, walking back through the doors.
"It's like... she was destined for an alternative dimension." he whispers, snatching the crimson guitar off of the wall.
"Too bad I don't play traps anymore," Angie mutters, watching her brother smile.
"You used to play drums?" Dustin questions softly.
She nods, crossing her arms over her chest.
Eddie cocks his head, a mischievous smile growing, "Didn't Wheeler say that we're in the past?"
Angie's mouth falls wide as he dashes for her bedroom across the hall, "I don't think that's--"
They both fall short in the doorway, staring down the dusty drum set displayed in the corner.
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Angelica "Freak Two" Munson
Fanfiction"Hey, Harrington!" she reverses against her heel, flipping him the bird, "The names Freak Two, actually. If you're gonna insult me, you might as well do it right." ---------- Angelica Beatrice Munson, aka "Freak Two" is Eddie Munson's younger sister...
