𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | Steve Harrington x Reader

XXXVI - Drugged

"𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩! 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩!" I shout, as Steve and I continue to sit in this empty room, my throating burning from the amount of yelling I've done and our hands still bound together, waiting for the Russian's next move, "Help!"

"Hey, would you stop yelling?" Steve mumbles from behind me, his voice hoarse and weak.

"Steve! Oh, my god!" I cry happily, before leaning back onto Steve's shoulder and taking a deep breath, so relieved that he's alive, "Steve... Are—are you okay?" I ask hesitantly and I hear Steve inhale sharply before speaking.

"My ears are ringing, and I can't really breathe, my eye feels like it's about to pop out of my skull, but, you know, apart from that, I'm doing pretty good." Steve mumbles, and my heart clenches, knowing he's pretty beat up.

"Well, good news is that they're calling you a doctor." I say, my voicing shaking, before I let out a weak chuckle, trying to lighten the tense mood.

"Is this is place of work?" Steve asks, and I can feel him lift his head to lean against mine, as he glances around the room for the first time, "I love the vibe. Charming."

"Yeah, tell me about it." I chuckle dryly, before everything goes silent for a moment.

"Did they hurt you?" Steve whispers hoarsely, breaking the silence with his concerned voice.

"I'm fine, Steve." I smile softly at his tone, gently leaning my head back against his, reassuringly,
"Just a few slaps. Nothing compared to what they did to you." I respond, I feel Steve's body tense.

"They said they wouldn't hurt you..." Steve whispers, before starting to struggle against our tight restraints, "God damnit! I'm gonna kill them!"

"Hey, stop, it's okay." I say in an attempt to calm Steve down, not wanting him to hurt himself even more than he already is, "I'm okay, Steve."

"You promise?" Steve sighs, and stops his struggle as I feel him turn his head to the side, attempting to glance at me.

"I promise." I nod immediately, before turning my head and noticing a pair of scissors on a table nearby, an idea starting to formulate in my head, "So, okay, do you see that table over there to your right?" I ask and Steve instantly whips his head to his left.

"No, your other right." I say with a smile, letting out a light chuckle at Steve's actions.

"Oh." Steve mumbles, before whipping his head to his right.

"Yeah, okay." I nod, before glancing over at the table, "And do you see those scissors?"

"Uh-huh." Steve hums, and I feel him nod his head ever-so-slightly.

"Yeah, well, I think that if we move at the same time, we could get over there, and then maybe I could kick the table and knock them into your lap." I explain my idea to the boy behind me.

"And I could cut the binds." Steve finishes my thought.

"Yeah, and we could get out of here." I nod, letting out a slightly relived laugh.

"Gotcha." Steve nods, "Okay, yeah, we can do that."

"Yeah." I nod again.

"Those morons." Steve scoffs slightly and I let out a soft giggle, "They left scissors in here?"

"Yeah," I continue to giggle, agreeing with Steve, "Morons."

"Total morons." Steve laughs before refocusing to the task at hand, "Okay."

"Okay so, on the count of three, we're going to hop." I explain, my heart pounding in my chest with nerves and stress.

"Okay, good, hop on three." Steve nods, understanding the plan, "I gotcha."