Really? ||Steve Harrington x Female Reader||

The Flayed

My hand was tightly squeezing Steve's, terrified screams tearing through my throat.

"We're going down! We're going down!" Steve screamed.

"Yeah, no shit, Harrington!" Robin snapped.

"Press the button, Dustin!" I shrieked.

"Why won't these buttons work!?" Dustin cried.

"Press the button!" Erica ordered.

"What do you think I'm doing!?"

"Come on, press something!" Steve yelled, his hand gripping mine even tighter.

The elevator abruptly stopped, sending us all toppling everywhere. I landed on Steve, our bodies forming a cross with our stomachs in the middle. A box landed on my abdomen, knocking all the air out of me. I tried shoving it off, but it was way too heavy.

"Dustin?" I croaked. "Can you help?"

I heard scuffling next to me, and in a moment, Dustin's curly hair appeared. He shoved the box off, giving me room to breathe. I was ready to lay there and catch my breath before I felt something beneath me.

Shit. Steve.

I quickly climbed off him, scanning over him to make sure he was alright. No visible injuries from what I could see.

I laid back against the ground, taking a deep breath in, before stopping in pain. You've gotta be shitting me.

"Is everyone alright?" Robin called.

"Yeah, I'm great, now that I know that Russians can't design elevators!" Steve, glowering, climbed to his feet and began punching the keypad, waiting for a button to do something.

"Steve, stop!" I ordered, my stomach definitely starting to bruise. He kept going. "Steve!" He looked back at me, his face set in a glare. "Those buttons probably got us down here, let's maybe not touch them so this elevator doesn't accidentally explode."

"Y/n's right," Robin agreed. "In fact, those buttons won't do what we want unless we have a keycard."

"A what?" Steve groaned.

"It's an electronic lock, same as the loading dock door. If we don't have a keycard-"

"-It won't operate," Dustin finished.

"Meaning we're stuck here," I answered. "Great, this is absolutely great!"

"Just so you nerds are aware, I'm supposed to be spending the night at Tina's, and Tina always cover for me," Erica spat. "But if I'm not home for Uncle Jack's party tomorrow and my mom finds out you four are responsible, she's gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat."

Steve, on the verge of a breakdown, yelled, "I don't care about Tina! Or Uncle Jack's party! Your mom's not gonna be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!" Erica, the girl who I thought could never run out of words, stared at Steve, speechless.

I tried fighting the smile on my face as Dustin asked, "Hey, what if we climb out?"

"What do we have to lose?" I shrugged. We found the opening of the elevator and moved a table under it. Steve climbed on top of it, fiddling around with it until it popped open.

Steve interlinked his hands, forming a stepstool. I stepped on it as Steve pushed me up through the hole, ignoring the pain that erupted in my stomach.

I was expecting us to only be a few feet below the entrance. Sure, it felt like we fell for an eternity, but that was just perspective, right?