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You knew Steve did rumbles rough— and also for the fun of it. Fighting was what gave him that rush of energy. He thought it made him everything he was! He fought fair, and when he fought, he definitely was not gentle.
You watched as he slammed and kicked a soc on the wet grass. After every soc he basically destroyed, he would always look at you, bringing his arms up, purposely showing his muscles to display how 'strong' he was and would smile a bright smile at you or do a silly face. You weren't complaining though, you loved seeing him so happy, especially since his face was completely swollen with punches, bruises, blood, etc.
The soc's started limping away as Steve got in a few extra powerful kicks in a couple soc's sides or heads. "S-steve— sweets i think you got em" you explained in between laughs, trying to convince him to calm down.
"Ah i know i just wanted them to get the message- TO NEVER MESS WITH RANDLE HERE!" He said yelling that last part for the soc's in the distance to hear.
You and steve ran with the gang to go to Darry's house. They were all probably going to go crazy over this big victory, so you prepared yourself. ~
You all got home, but no one was doing flips to get inside, or blasting the volume on the TV or radio, no one was screaming.. no laughing. Nothing. They just walked in all quiet, which was very rare for the gang to be ALL together and completely silent. You didn't want to bother anyone since you knew they'd be pretty hurt after all the fighting so you just shrugged the thought off.
Your eyes focused on Steve, who was now sitting on the couch resting his head upon his hand. He looked absolutely horrible, but you felt even more horrible for him.
"Hey sweets.. you doing alright? You want a beer or maybe cold water or something? I can clean you up if you want.." you said fixing his hair gently.
He closed his eyes. "T-that'd be nice.. thanks." He looked almost lifeless being beat up the way he was.
You thought some ice cold water would do him better than getting inebriated so you went for the ice. Also, getting him a washcloth and filling that with ice to use as an icepack for his face and the couple wounds on his arms and hands. You grabbed the medicine pack hanging up on the wall in the laundry room area and headed towards steve again. ~ After getting him all cleaned up, you leaned very gently on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat, listening as it got softer and softer within each beat.
"You'll be okay Steve, i love ya." You pecked his swollen cheek as he tried to smile but barely could.
