𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine:
Irresponsible Harrington
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"Help!" Robin shouted desperately, "Help! Please, someone! Help!"

Ramona sat motionless in the seat, her eyes trained on Steve as she counted her breaths, analyzing her breathing pattern to try and figure out how much damage had actually been done.

"Hey.. Would you stop yelling?" Steve grumbled, pain jolting through his head.

Ramona's ears perked up at the sound of his voice. "Steve! Hey, hey, hey.. You okay?"

"Steve!" Robin cried, "Steve? Oh, my God! Are you okay?"

"My ears are ringing... and I can't really breathe, my eye feels like it's about to pop out of my skull, but apart from that, I'm doing pretty good." Steve mumbled, slowly raising his head to look over at Ramona. His heart dropped at the sight of the blood coating her face.

"Hey, Harrington." Ramona said, struggling to crack a smile.  "Have a good nap?"

"What'd they do to you?" Steve asked gently, his eyes softening as he searched her face.

"I'm okay." Ramona answered readily, "I'm okay, don't worry about me."

"But-" Steve cut himself off, his throat drying as he studied her, assessing the damage she had. "Ramona.."

"Come on, Harrington." Ramona chuckled tearfully, shaking her head. "I'm stronger than I look."

Steve's knitted his eyebrows together, shaking his head. "Ramona.."

"Steve." Ramona interrupted, "I promise. You should see yourself. They really did a number on you.."

"Well, the good news is that they're calling you guys a doctor." Robin chuckled, shaking her head.

"Is this his place of work? I love the vibe." Steve looked around the dark metal room, "Charming."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Robin agreed, "So, okay, do you see that table over there? To your right? No, your other right. Yeah, okay, and you see those scissors?"

"Uh-Huh." Steve answered as Ramona stretched to see over their heads at the table.

"Yeah, well, I think if we move at the same time, we could get over there, and then maybe I could kick the table and knock them into your lap." Robin explained as Ramona nodded slowly.

"And I could cut the binds." Steve realized, a small smile crossing his face. 

"Yeah, and we could get out of here." Robin grinned.

"And get some fucking food." Ramona muttered, "Because all I can taste is my own fucking blood. And is it pleasant? No! Quiero una maldita hamburguesa."

"That sounded like burger to me. We'll get you one, okay? Okay, yeah, we can do that. Those morons, they left scissors in here?" Steve laughed in disbelief, shaking his head.

"Yeah, morons!"

"Total morons." Robin's laughter silenced seconds after it started, leaving a heavy atmosphere to coat the room. "Okay, so, on the count of three, we're gonna hop."