━━ ❝ 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊!
𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?! ❞
Cried a tired and shivering Steve. His feet were sore, his was vision blurred due to the few tears that were shed, his breath shaky, and his voice hoarse from the...
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-"BUT I WANT TO HELP!" Steverepeated for the fifth time while Hopper prepared to leave. It was about 10:44, to be exact, and it was quitting time.
-"I already told you kid, things could get dangerous. I don't need to be responsible for you too." The older man huffs while zipping up his coat.
-"I know, but I'm...."
-"Don't give me any of that "I'm willing to take the risk" crap. It's stupid." Hopper rolls his eyes before opening the door and walking down the steps to his car.
Steve runs after him. Stopping at the drivers side door and rubbing his hands over his arms to keep him warm.
-"Come on J- Hopper."
Jim sighs. Tried, of life, tried from lack of sleep, and tried of the stubbornness coming from Steve.