What do you think? I think you're an idiot. (Dustin Henderson x Reader)

15: Operation: child endangerment.

I SMELL A NEW CHAPTER.

Y/n's pov

"Erica, do you copy?" Robin spoke into the supercom from where we were situated on the roof once again.

"Mm-hmm. I copy. You nerds in position, or what?" Erica said from the other line.

"Yeah, we're in position." Robin answered quietly, so as not to draw attention like the last time we were up on the roof. "It's quiet here, so you've got the green light."

"Green light. Got it. Commence operation: Child Endangerment." Erica said.

"Can we maybe not call it that?" I asked, taking the walkie for a second.

"See you on the other side, nerds." She responded and the line went quiet, signalling that Erica had begun her journey into the vents.

——

It was quiet on the roof for quite some time, the minutes ticking on painfully slow before we heard any sign of Erica.

"Alright, nerds. I'm there." Erica said into her headset.

"Do you see anything?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, I see those boring boxes you're all so excited about." She replied.

"Any guards?" Robin asked.

"Negative." Erica confirmed.

"Booby traps?" Robin asked with a smirk.

"If I could see them, they'd be pretty shit traps, wouldn't they?" Erica scoffed.

"Thank you for that." Robin deadpanned.

There was a second of silence before Erica's voice once again rang from the walkie.

"I'm in." She said.

"Oh, god." Steve groaned into his hands and I patted his back reassuringly.

A buzzing noise pulled all our eyes back to the doors as they opened and out walked Erica who stopped and looked up at us.

"Free ice cream. For. Life." She said, looking up to where we were.

——

The five of us stood packed together in the small space of the locked room.

We were all peering over the Imperial Panda box that Steve was cutting open.

He handed Dustin back his pocket knife after he had finished cutting the tape that had the box bound together.

Steve opened the cardboard lid and unfolded it to reveal something least expected.

There, inside of the simple cardboard box was another box, made entirely of metal with one definitely purposeful handle in the middle.

Steve glanced back at the four of us before twisting the lid as steam spilled from the container.

He discarded the lid to reveal four handles in smaller versions.

"That's definitely not Chinese food." Steve said.

"Yeah, no shit." I responded quietly.

He was about to grab one of the small handles but stopped himself.

"Uh, maybe you guys should, uh, you know, stand back." Steve said.

Robin shrugged and complied, and Erica and I took a step back but Dustin stayed put.

"No." Dustin shook his head.

"Just step back, alright?" Steve said, trying to shoo Dustin away.

"No." Dustin repeated.