𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | Steve Harrington x Reader

XXXIV - The Gate

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 trek down the hallway starts to wear on my feet, and soon, they begin to hurt from walking for so long. The four of us who were behind Steve, mange to reach his side and now we're all walking side by side. The tunnel is fairly wide but clearly not wide enough, because my and Steve's hands to brush against each other at times, which causes my face to flush with embarrassment.

"I mean, you have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive."

I let out a deep sigh of exhaustion, as my brother continues to talk, as he has been for the past few hours.

"What are you talking about?" Steve asks, his eyes narrowing as he turns his attention towards my brother, "It's a total fire hazard. There's no stairs, there's no exit, there's just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell."

"They're Commies." Erica states, shaking her head slightly, as she looks past me towards the older boy, "You don't pay people, they cut corners.

"To be fair to our Russian comrades, I don't think this tunnel was designed for walking." Robin pipes in from her spot in between my brother and Erica.

"Robin's right." I nod, agreeing with the girl, "I mean, think about it, they developed the perfect system for transporting that cargo."

"It all comes into the mall like any old delivery." Dustin continues.

"And then they load it up onto those trucks and nobody's the wiser." Robin finishes with a shrug.

"You think they built this whole mall so they could transport that green poison?" Steve asks, glancing at the group of us, as we continue to walk down the long hallway.

"I very seriously doubt it's something as boring as poison." Dustin retorts, raising his eyebrows at Steve, "It's gotta be much more valuable, like promethium or something."

"What the hell is promethium?" Steve asks, his confusion evident in his tone.

"It's what Victor Stone's dad used to make Cyborg's bionic and cybernetic components." I simply respond with a shrug.

"You're all so nerdy, it makes me physically ill." Erica gags, clutching her stomach, causing me to roll my eyes at her dramatics.

"No, no, no." Steve shakes his head, shooting Erica a dirty look, "No, don't lump me in with them. I'm not a nerd, alright?"

"Why so sensitive, Harrington?" Robin teases, causing me to smirk.

"Afraid of losing cool points to a ten-year-old child?" I turn towards the boy, as Steve purses his lips and sends me an annoyed expression.

"No, I'm just saying I don't know jack shit about Prometheus." Steve says, with the roll of his eyes.

"Promethium." I correct.

"Prometheus is a Greek mythological figure, but whatever." My brother adds, before changing the subject back to what he was talking about earlier, "All I'm saying is, it's probably being used to make something."

"Or power something." Robin suggests.

"Like a nuclear weapon." I propose, before my brother and Robin nod.

"Totally." Robin says.

"Walking towards a nuclear weapon. That's great." Steve mumbles, rubbing his temples out of exhaustion, "That'd be great."

"But if they're building something, why here?" Robin asks, shrugging as she turns towards Steve and I, "I mean, Hawkins. Seriously. Of all places. At the very best, we're a toilet stop on your way to Disneyland, but maybe that's it." Maybe it's our very..."