Don't You Want Me? ✵ Steve Harrington

Chapter 43

Kim was relieved to be upright and to not have blood rushing to her head anymore, but that didn't mean that she was at all comforted by the pacing Russian man. He finally stopped in front of Steve, bending down so they were eye to eye. "Try telling the truth this time, yes? It will make your visit with Dr. Zharkov less painful."

The terrifying Dr. Zharkov stopped closer to Steve, one of his many nightmarish tools in hand.

"Wait a second, hold on," Steve protessed. "Okay! Wait, wait, wait! What is that thing?"

"It will help you talk," the doctor said simply. He stuck the needle tool into Steve's neck, making the already beat up boy pass out.

"Steve!" Kim yelled, wondering what the drug would do to him. "What the hell did you do to him? Don't you dare come near me with that thing! You come any closer and I will-"

But the doctor didn't care what she would do. Blackness swam in front of Kim's eyes as the man withdrew the needle from her skin.

•••••

Kim slowly woke back up, feeling very groggy and tired. She felt like she had drank ten cups of coffee and the caffeine had worn off leaving her exhausted.

"Honestly, I don't really feel anything," Steve muttered. "Do you guys?"

"I mean, I-I feel fine. I feel normal," Robin shrugged.

"I feel like I was run over with a bus, but that's pretty much how I always feel," Kim agreed, her head lulled to the side on Steve's shoulder.

"Yeah, I feel- I feel fine," Steve said, his words slurred together. "I kinda feel good."

The trio started laughing, none of them totally sure why they thought that was the funniest thing they had heard all day.

"Wanna know a secret?" Robin asked, her voice sing-songy.

"What?" Kim asked.

"I like it too," Robin giggled.

"Morons. They messed up the drug," Steve laughed.

"They messed it up," Kim pressed her lips together as she tried not to crack up laughing.

"Morons!" Robin added. "Hey, morons! Moron! There's definitely something wrong with us."

"Something's wrong," Steve agreed, still laughing.

"Well I could have told you that," Kim giggled.

Their carefree laughter broke off as the Russians re-entered the room. Kim tried to follow the doctor with her eyes, but he walked behind her to the table.

Robin watched as the doctor unpacked his bag of sharp, deadly tools. "Would now be a good time to tell you that I don't like doctors?"

"Let's try this again, yes?" the Russian man said, his cold eyes on Steve. "Who do you work for?"

"Scoops," Steve said, a small laugh escaping with the word. "Scoops Ahoy."

"How did you find us?" the man asked.

"Totally by accident," Steve laughed again, knowing he should be terrified but not totally able to feel fear.

The man glared at Steve before looking at the doctor behind Kim. The leader said something in Russian and the doctor walked over to Steve as well, a plier-like tool in hand.

"What's that shiny little toy?" Steve's eyes widened, fear finally settling in as the doctor clamped the pliers down on his fingernail.

"Don't!" Kim screamed. "Stop! Stop! Please stop! Don't hurt him!"

"There was a code!" Robin yelled over the noise in the room. "We heard a code!"

"Code? What code?" the leader asked, walking around so he could look at Robin.

"'The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west.' Blah, blah, blah," Robin said, not flinching under his harsh gaze. "You broadcasted that stupid spy shit all over town, and we picked it up on our Cerebro, and we cracked it in a day."

"A day!" Kim laughed. "You think you're so smart, but a couple of kids who are either unemployed or scoop ice cream for a living, cracked your code in a day, and now, people know you're here."

"Who knows we are here, you little bitch?" the man asked.

"Uh, well, Dustin knows," Steve shrugged.

"Steve," Kim said, suddenly becoming frantic. "Hey, Steve? Shut up!"

"Yeah, Dustin Henderson, he knows," Steve went on ignoring the protests from both girls.

"Dustin Henderson. Is this your small, curly-haired friend?" the Russian man asked.

"Oh, curly-haired. Great hair Small, kind of like a 'fro. Yeah," Steve nodded, taking pride in the knowledge that he helped Dustin style it.

"Where is he?" the man asked seriously.

Steve laughed again. "He's long gone, you big asshole. And he's probably calling Hopper, and Hopper's calling the US cavalry. They're gonna come in here, commando style, guns a-blazin', and kick your sorry asses back to Russia. You're gonna be two pieces of toast."

"Is that so?" the man asked, not at all worried about what a little kid could do.

"Yeah," Steve said, his old highschool swagger in his voice.

The alarm from before began to ring out again and Kim smirked. "Told ya so."