𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Seven:
S

ame Old Shit
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

"Bald Eagle, do you copy?" Dustin asked, raising the radio to his lips. "Bald Eagle, I repeat, this is Scoops Troop. Do you copy?"

"Yes, I copy." 

"Oh, thank fuck." Ramona sighed in relief, resting her folded hands on her head as she leaned into Steve for support. 

"Call sign?" Dustin said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Ramona rolled her eyes, shaking her head as the boy messed with the man.

"Bald Eagle." By the tone of his voice, he was clearly unimpressed and very annoyed. 

"Please repeat." Dustin pressed, glancing up at Ramona who gave him a thumbs up.

"Bald Eagle!" Murray shouted, "This is Bald Eagle!"

"Copy that. Good to hear your voice, Bald Eagle. What's your twenty?"

"We reached the vent." He answered, "I'll contact you when I need you... Until then, silence."

"Roger that, Bald Eagle. This is Scoops Troop, going radio silent. Ten-ten, over."

"He's gonna hate children by the time we're done with him." Ramona joked, a cough leaving her lips as she raised her hand to gently rub her bruised neck. 

Steve nodded in agreement, his eyes softening as his eyes danced over her battered appearance. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Ramona nodded her head, reaching up and resting her hand on his cheek. She patted him firmly twice, a smile replacing the frown as he grimaced. "Of course, estúpida."

"Hey!" Steve whined, "Stop calling me stupid."

"Oh, my God!" Erica exclaimed, causing Steve to turn to her with a panicked expression.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Erica shrugged, looking up from her nails. "Just that you're finally learning."

~~

"The stars are pretty tonight." Steve whispered, his attention focused on Ramona as she gazed at the sky above. Robin scrunched her nose up, rolling her eyes at the puppy-dog look he was giving Ramona. Ramona hummed in agreement as he scooted closer. "But I think you're-"

"Scoops Troop, this is.. ugh, this is Bald Eagle." Ramona sat up quickly, excited to finally have something to do after the agonizingly long time in between junctions. Steve groaned, grumbling under his breath as he pushed himself to his feet."

"This is what?" Dustin asked, looking towards Erica for a confirmation.

"The fourth junction." Erica answered as Ramona crouched beside her, glancing at her boyfriend as he began to pace back and forth.

"All right, so, if memory serves correctly-"

"Which it will." Ramona interrupted, her voice croaky as the adrenaline began to die down and the pain once again set in.

"This is right after the My Little Pony thesis." Dustin said as Ramona and Robin shared a strange look. 

"We went left, so he has to go right." Erica said to herself.

"Right!" Dustin shouted in agreement before lifting the radio to his mouth, "Fly right, bald eagle. Fly right!"

"Roger that, flying right." Murray answered as Ramona stood up, brushing herself off before walking over to stand beside Steve. She inhaled slowly, trying to ignore the pain shooting through her throat after every word.