𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One:
A

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"That keycard opens the door we need to get into." Dustin explained as he paced back and forth. "But unfortunately, the Russian with that keycard also has a massive gun."

"That's great. Guns are my favorite." Ramona said sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest and glancing at Steve who was spinning his sailor hat around his finger. Steve knitted his eyebrows together, looking over at her as he noticed the difference in her tone compared to other days.

"Whatever's in that room, whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anybody to find it." Dustin continued.

"But there's gotta be a way in." Robin sighed, "Right?"

"Well, you know.." Steve trailed off, leaning over and resting the hat on Ramona's head. "I could just take him out."

Ramona scoffed, covering her mouth with her hand as Steve shot her a look. "You'll get your ass shot, Harrington. Y no quiero eso."

"Take who out?" Robin as she glanced at Ramona, sending her a smirk. Ramona shot her a look, subtly shaking her head.

"The Russian guard." Steve said as if it were obvious. Ramona pursed her lips, shaking her head. "What? I just sneak up behind him and I knock him out and I take his keycard. It's easy."

"Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?" Dustin pointed out.

"Yeah, and the fact that he's.. well... Trained. And you scoop ice cream." Ramona trailed off, "So.."

"Yes, Dustin, I did, and yes, Ramona. I do." Steve deadpanned, "And that's why I would be sneaking."

"Wow. Fascinante." 

"Well, tell me this, and be honest." Dustin stopped his pacing, crossing his arms. "Have you ever actually won a fight?"

Steve paused, glancing over at Ramona who stifled a laugh. "Okay, that was one time!"

"Twice." Dustin corrected, "Jonathan. Year prior."

"Listen, that doesn't count." Steve shook his head. 

"Why wouldn't it?" Dustin challenged, "Because it looks like he beat the shit out of you."

Ramona snickered, "He did."

"You got a fat lip, crooked nose, bruised eye.." Dustin listed off as Steve struggled to defend himself. "Lot of blood.  A lot of blood."

"That just might work." Robin said. Ramona knitted her eyebrows together as Robin stood up and left the breakroom. 

"Robin?" Steve knitted his eyebrows together. "Robin."

Ramona stood up, opening the divider and watching as she pulled money from the tip jar. "Robin? Hey, Robin. What are you doing?"

Ramona watched, leaning on the wall, as Steve left the breakroom and stood behind the counter.

"I need cash." Robin shrugged. 

"Well, half of that is mine.. Where you goin'?" 

"To find us a way into that room, a safe way!" Robin called back, backing out of the ice cream shop. "And in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don't get beat up! I'll be back in a jiff!"

"No promises!" Ramona joked, sliding the divider shut. She sighed, sliding down the wall and staring at her feet, her smile falling as she finally got a moment alone. "Maldita sea."