𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six:
Mint Chapstick
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Ramona bit her lip, trying to quiet her breathing as she watched Steve peek over the wall. "Okay, clear. Come on, let's go."

"That was close." Robin commented quietly as Ramona quickened her pace to catch up with Steve.

"Too close!" Dustin hissed as Robin nodded in agreement.

"Relax." Steve said, raising his hand to stop Ramona as he peered around the corner. 

"La tenemos bajo control." Ramona hummed, raising her hand to form the okay sign.

"All right, relax. Nobody saw... us.." Steve's voice trailed off at the sight of the Russians, now outnumbering them by quite a few. His heart dropping as he ducked down, sliding his hand into Ramona's and pulling her with him. "Shit."

"Pensándolo bien, tal vez no." Ramona muttered, her heart beginning to hammer against her chest, "We don't have it under control."

"No shit, sherlock." Erica hissed, gulping as she looked from her to the Russians.

"Maybe I could try and talk to the Spanish speaking Russians." Ramona joked, trying to pull her hand from Steve's, but because of the tight grip he held on it her attempt was unsuccessful. 

"Jesus, Ramona." Steve grumbled, "Not the time."

"Right, yeah, Lo sé, duh.." 

"Red dawn." Dustin said, cutting Ramona's sentence off. 

Erica nodded quickly, "I saw it! First floor, Northwest!"

"Saw what?" Steve asked, glancing at Ramona as he finally released her hand. 

"The comms room!" She answered. 

"You saw the comms room?" Steve shook his head in disbelief, looking from the Russian guards to Ramona and Erica.

"Correct." Erica nodded in confirmation.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. The door was open for a second, and I saw a bunch of lights and machines and shit in there." Erica explained.

"That could be a hundred different things."

"Or it could be the comms." Ramona grinned, nudging Steve. "Never thought this is how I'd be spending my summer."

"I'll take those odds." Robin nodded, glancing over at Ramona.

Steve sighed, pursing his lips as he thought the situation over. "All right, we're gonna move fast, we're gonna stay low. Okay?"

"Okay." Ramona muttered as she followed him, ducking behind objects to avoid being seen along the way.

"Shit, move it."  Ramona froze in her tracks, pulling her lip in between her teeth to slow her breathing as she watched a Russian scientist leave the room. "Let's go."

Just before the door could close, Steve slid his hand through and stopped it. "Sh, sh, come on."

Steve double checked that no one was following them, taking a quick glance at Ramona to make sure she was okay as he shut the door behind them.

"Shit." Ramona cursed, her eyes trailing down to the Russian man's hand as he reached for his gun.

Robin stepped forward quickly, speaking Russian as she tried to convince the man they were a part of the operation. The man looked confused as he spoke, slowly reaching down for his gun.