Scoops Troop » (DISCONTINUED)

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We go into a room and slam the door shut to prevent any Russians from entering.

There was a small vent in the floor, a way of escaping.

Steve was holding the door closed with his back against it.

There's no way that he can hold them by himself.

I run up to Steve and push my back against the wall, gasping for breathe.

He turns to me and smiles, In a way of thanking me.

The door starts getting heavier and heavier to hold as they yell.

"Y-you should go (Y/n)" Steve pants.

"What? N-no, If I go you'll die." 

"Please?"

"I'm sorry, but no. I'm not gonna let you die alone in a Russian base."

He chuckles lightly.

"Guys! It's not gonna hold! We need to go!" Dustin shouts to me and Steve.

We shake our heads.

"Please! Come on! Now!"

We don't move.

"No! Just go get some help, okay?" Steve shouts back.

Dustin and Robin get the message and look at us one last time, as if it was the last.

"Robin, what are you doing? Go!" I urge her.

She gathers the kids into a huddle and goes down into the vent.

"I'll never forget you!" Dustin shouts.

"Go!" Me and Steve yell.

He goes down and the vent closes.

We hear the Russians yelling, louder and the door opens. Resulting in us being thrown against the corner of the room.

We grunt in pain as the Russians load up their guns to our faces.

We put our hands up in surrender.

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(I know this is Steve's scene but just pretend it's yours and Steve is saying something else.)

-Your pov-

The Russian had separated me and Steve into different rooms, probably so that we couldn't plan an escape plan or something.

I was strapped tightly onto a chair.

There were four out of the thousands of Russians in the room with me and every once in a while I would hear Steve shout or yell something.

"Who do you work for?" The Russian in a green army suit asks me.

"For the millionth time, I work at Scoops Ahoy! We both do!"

He keeps on asking me the same question, as if I was lying.

The Russian punches me in the stomach as some kind of punishment.

"Aghhh!" I yell

"What the hell?!" Look at my outfit! Look at it! You think me and my friend just wear this for fun?! You think I'm a spy in a sailor's uniform!?"

"(Y/n)!" I hear Steve yell from the room across from me.

"Steve!" I yell back.

Thank god he isn't dead.

They punch me in the stomach again.

I grunt in agony.

"How did you get in?" The Russian asks.