Joe Keery Imagines

Last-Minute Leverage-Steve Harrington

Steve's POV

I woke up, my head pounding. I looked over my shoulder to see Robin behind me.

"Hey," I said, my voice breaking. "You okay?"

"Me?" Robin chuckled. "You're the one who took a beating."

"It wasn't that bad," I shrugged and instantly cringed. "On second thought. . ."

I let my sentence drop when the door opened. Some weird guy in a uniform walked in with his hands folded behind him.

"I have one question for you," he said in a thick Russian accent. "Who do you work for?"

"Scoops Ahoy," Robin answered instantly. I laughed but the Russian didn't.

"I'm only going to ask nicely one more time," he threatened. "Who do you work for?"

"She already told you," I sighed dramatically. "We work for Scoops, Scoops Ahoy!"

"Fine," he scoffed. "I guess we're going to play this game."

He looked over his shoulder and nodded. Just then, the door opened and two men dragged in the last person I wanted to see them holding–my girlfriend.

"Oh shit," Robin mumbled.

"Y/N," I gasped. I tried to stand up but forgot I was tied down. "What are you doing with her?" I asked through my teeth.

"How do you say. . . Motivation." The Russian Captain smirked.

The men holding Y/N dragged her toward us. I angrily grunted when they practically threw her down.

"Hey!" I yelled. "Be careful! You're going to hurt her!"

"We'll do a lot worse if you don't answer my question," Russian Captain warned.

I looked down when Y/N mumbled. She slowly started waking up. My heart jumped into my throat when she slowly started waking up. As she sat up, she looked at me.

"Steve?" She stuttered, her eyes widening. "What's going. . ."

The Russian Captain grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. She looked at him and then looked back at me. She gasped and I screamed as the Russian Captain pulled out his gun and held it to Y/N's head.

"I'm going to ask one more time," he said through his teeth. "Who do you work for?"

"No one!" I yelled. "We work at a damn ice cream shop."

My heart jumped into my throat when I heard the click.

"We heard a code," I stuttered out. "We accidentally heard a code over our radio. Please don't hurt her."

"What code?" He asked between his teeth.

I stuttered, not remembering the code. But luckily Robin remembered.

"The week is long," she started to recite. "The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. Blah blah blah. You broadcast that stupid spy shit all over town and we picked it up on our Ceerebo. And we cracked it in a day. A day! You think you're so smart, but a couple of kids who scoop ice cream for a living cracked your code in a day. And now people know you're here."

The Russian Captain smirked as he threw Y/N to one of the guards and refolded his hands. "Thank you," he said in a voice that made my blood boil. I glanced at Y/N, wanting nothing more than to run to her and wrap her in my arms.

"Let's go," the Russian Captain ordered.

"No!" I yelled as they started to drag Y/N out of the room. "Get your hands off her!"

"Steve!" She gasped. She looked at me and the second our eyes landed on each other, she smiled.

"I love you."

My heart jumped into my throat as the door slammed shut.

"Whoa," Robin mumbled. "Is that the first time either one of you has. . ."

"She loves me," I whispered. "She just told me she loved me and I'm tied to a chair in this stupid sailor uniform. I can't even tell her I love her too."

* * * * *

"Alright, let's go."

"No!"

"Steve, we gotta go," Dustin sighed.

"We can't," I pushed. "They got Y/N."

"Wait, what?"

"They used her as leverage to get information," Robin explained.

"Did it work?" Erica asked.

"They pointed a gun at her," Robin said, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"Damn," Dustin sighed. He looked over at me, his eyes soft. "Don't worry, Steve, we'll find her."

We searched almost every room in this weird underground bunker and Y/N was nowhere to be found.

"Where is she?!" I yelled as I slammed another door closed to an empty room.

"We'll find her," Robin reassured.

"Hey!" We heard Erica yell. We shared a look before running around the corner. Just as we rounded the corner, Erica ran out of a room down the hall.

"She's in here."

I sprinted past her, into the room. The second I saw Y/N cowered in the corner, I felt like I was going to burst.

"Y/N," I whispered her name. Her head snapped up and her eyes filled with tears as she found me.

"Steve?"

I ran over and tore the ties off her hands. She quickly got to her feet and instantly jumped into my arms. I wrapped my arms tightly around her. As she snuggled into my chest, I could feel her shaking.

She slowly pulled out of our hug and looked up at me. She opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off and pressed my lips to hers. She started kissing me back as we tightened our arms around each other.

I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against hers.

"I love you too," I whispered.

"Umm. . . Guys?"

We turned around to see Robin, Dustin, and Erica in the doorway. "I really hate to break this up," Robin said without an ounce of sarcasm in her voice, "but we should really get out of here."

I refused to let go of Y/N's hand as we ran out of the facility and through the mall. The entire drive home, Y/N's hand stayed in mine. We dropped off Erica, then Dustin, and lastly Robin.

I was about to pull out of Robin's driveway but I turned and saw Y/N staring blankly ahead. I put the car in reverse and started heading to Y/N's house. I suddenly got a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"I want you to stay at my house tonight."

"Really?" She asked, looking at me.

"Y/N," I said, shakily, "when he pulled that gun out. . . It scared me. And I haven't been scared in a long time. He held that gun to your head and I started imaging what would happen if he pulled the trigger. I can't. . . I can't imagine losing you. I don't want to imagine it."

"You aren't going to lose me," she said softly.

"Well, I almost did and that's as close as I want to get to losing you."

Y/N leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"I'm not going anywhere," she said as she tightened her grip on my hand.

"I love you, Y/N," I whispered. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Steve Harrington."