Escape ~ S.Harrington

101} Breaking Free From the Cage

"Give me my hat back!" Steve tried to grab it from Jenna's hands.
"No," She smirked, placing it on her head backwards, "I look great."
"You do," He pulled it off of her and placed it on his own head, copying the backwards style, "But it's my hat."
Jenna bit her lip as she looked at him, "Yeah, you can keep the hat."
"It was that easy?"
"You look hot enough in it that I'm not gonna fight."
"Where the fuck have you two been?" Alice practically dragged them down the stairs, "We're finalizing weapons and shit."
"We were getting changed," Jenna shrugged, "You like our new looks?"
"I love that you're matching," She pointed at their leather jackets, "You look badass, Jelly Belly."
"What about me?" Steve pouted.
"Ehhh," She mumbled.

"Have you seen Quesadilla?" Jenna tapped Robin on the shoulder.
"Your baby is over there near the gun cabinet," She pointed, "Oooh, nice jacket!"
"Thank you," She cooed before skipping over and picking up her crowbar, "I love you, Quesadilla!"
"Guess I'm snagging this," Steve picked up a pistol from the cabinet.
"Hey. Hey!" Nancy stopped him, "Have you handled one of these before?"
"Not exactly," He let her take it from him, "But, you know, BB guns, air rifles... Duck Hunt."
"Duck Hunt," Nancy cringed.
"He is remarkably good at it," Dustin defended.
"Agreed," Jenna nodded.
"I have a better idea, though," Dustin gestured for him to come with him. Steve and Jenna both followed behind. In the corner of the adjacent room, Dustin pulled a tarp off of his and Eddie's homemade spears.

He held one out towards Steve, "These babies are deadlier than they look."
"You sure?" Steve asked with hesitation in his voice.
"Mm," He hummed and grabbed his own, starting to walk away.
"Hey, Dustin?" Steve stopped him.
"Yeah?"
"Hey, about, uh, some of the stuff that I said earlier. I just-"
"It's fine. It's okay."
"No, just... it's not okay. Eddie... he saved your life. Our lives. And I know what he meant to you. I can't even imagine how hard it's been," He glanced next to him to see both Hendersons with sad faces, "But instead of... just being there for you, I just... well, I got angry about it. I guess... I got angry because things were different. Because... I really miss you and I let you push me away. But I miss my best friend."
Dustin smiled, "But Jenna's your best friend."
"My guy best friend. I really fucking missed you."
"Yeah, I missed my guy best friend, too."

Steve pulled Dustin in for a quick hug, "You get in here, too, Jen."
"This is your-" she tried to take a step back, but Dustin tugged her in.
"You're both of our best friends, Jenna," Dustin squeezed his sister, "And without you, we wouldn't have even known each other, so you deserve to be in here. And Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"For the record, a Rubik's Cube isn't even a good measure of intelligence," They both started laughing, "and your beanstalk plan, seriously, only a genius could've come up with that. Just like the plan to rescue Jenna."
"Yeah, well... I learned from the best," Steve smiled.
"That's true," Dustin nodded, "Being surrounded by Hendersons better make you a genius. But silver lining, if it fails, we all go down."
"You die, I die," Steve smirked.
"You die, I die," Dustin repeated back.
"This is really cute," Jenna wrapped an arm around both of their necks, "But neither of you are going to die as long as I'm with you. It will never happen on my watch, okay?"
"We know," Steve kissed the side of her head, "You're our superhero."
"Fuck yeah, I am," She kissed both of their cheeks, "Your superhero."

After a few playful shoves, Dustin wandered off.
"So..." Jenna opened a chest and pulled something out, holding it behind her, "I know that the spear has some emotional leverage since it's from Dust, but I have something else for you."
"And what could that be?" He closed his eyes, holding his hands out in front of him.
"I took it out of your car a while ago because I didn't want the military questioning you," She placed it in his hands, "But it's your Quesadilla."
He opened his eyes to find his nail bat, "I thought this was stuck in the Upside Down with the Beamer..."
"I'm really glad I thought ahead of time."
"Thank you," He gripped it in his hands, "Seriously."
"Of course. Now you can have one on your back and you can carry the other. They're useful for two types of combat."
"Nachos," He muttered.
"Are you hungry or something?"
"Nachos. That's what I'm naming him. Goes pretty well with Quesadilla, right?"
"It's..." She thought for a moment, "It's perfect. I-"