"Are the communists behind this?"
"No."
"So our government lied?"
"Our government is behind this!"
Did Scarlett think she would be involved in a huge...
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"Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not by the powers they are graced with" —Brodi Ashton ｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡* ∞*⍋⋆*❅｡
Scarlett Henderson hated the Upside Down, though that was probably not a peculiar opinion. Still, it was her opinion. She had tried to get them all to cover their noses and mouths from the musty, scary air, but they simply did not have enough fabric. And so far, they were still living. Eddie had tried to light a cigarette but grumbled when he found the thing soaked. Robin proceeded to give a lecture on why smoking was horrible and gross. The Munson had looked at Scarlett with a confused look, and the young woman shrugged in response. Robin was correct, even if Scarlett still enjoyed her bad habit.
Steve's knuckles were white as he held on to Scarlett. In set intervals, the Harrington looked over to Scarlett, ensuring she was still there and not being cursed. It didn't help Scarlett's nerves, but she couldn't blame him. In fact, she was grateful for Steve's hand in hers; it was her only tether now.
"That was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there," Eddie mumbled as he fell back in step with the couple
Not a fan, Steve frowned. "Ozzy?" He asked.
"Ozzy Osbourne?" Eddie blinked at the two brunets, expecting at least one of them to know the name, but neither did. "Black Sabbath?" That did ring a bell for Scarlett, but not a huge one. "Bit a bat's head off on stage?"
Scarlett's eyes widened. "That's not safe," she said, pushing her frizzy hair back out of her face.
"Sure," Eddie snorted. "But it was very metal." He grinned very widely and stole a look at Steve. "What you did was metal too..." Eddie trailed off, as though complimenting Steve Harrington was painful. "All I'm saying."
The couple exchanged a look before Scarlett looked up ahead. "Hey, Robin, Nancy, wait up!" She wrangled her hand out of Steve's grip and jogged away from the two boys.
Steve glared at the retreating Scarlett and shook his head. "All Hendersons are just little shits." He gritted his teeth and shook his head. Tews and the deceased Mews were still the best Hendersons. Even though Yurtle scared Steve, he'd take the turtle over the other Hendersons.
"Tell me about it," Eddie snickered, earning a torch in the face from Steve. "Calm down, jeez," Steve relented, and the duo walked on. "Don't see Floyd much, too busy with his," Eddie gestured as though he was dancing with pompoms. "But little Henderson, the guy talks my ears off."
The younger man nodded and threaded a hand through his brown hair, he winced slightly due to the bites in his torso. "Yeah, he loves to talk." He pressed his lips together and they walked in silence.
