𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 steve harrington

xix. sorry that it all went down like it did

━︎ VOL TWO. CHAPTER NINETEEN

❝︎ you are artwork, i could admire you
forever ❞︎

Jack's knuckles turn white as he grips onto Steve's shirt. They're falling faster by the second, his heart rate is speeding up the faster the room drops. Erica's screams are louder than everybody else in the room, Dustin falling right behind her.

    Robin is holding onto two shelves for support, while the other four have dropped to the ground holding onto anything for support.

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

    "Yeah, no shit, Harrington!" Jack yells at his boyfriend.

    Erica and Dustin are slamming their palms over the buttons while screeching over each other.

    "Press the button!"

    "What do you think I'm doing!"

    Abruptly, the room stops shaking and comes to a halt. They all fall to the floor and groan in response.

    Jack slowly stands up, placing a hand on his head. "God. What the hell."

    "Is everyone okay?" Robin asks.

    Steve angrily stands up. "Yeah, I'm great, now that I know Russians can't design elevators."

    He stomps towards the buttons. "I think we've clearly established that those buttons don't work," Robin says.

    "They're buttons. They have to do something." He throws his hands up in the air.

    "Babe, calm down." Jack slams his hand over his mouth when he realizes what he just said.

    "Babe?" Dustin and Erica ask in unison.

    "He said, Steve. You guys are going crazy." Robin helps, she points to the buttons to get back on track, "Dingus, we need a keycard."

    "What?" Steve asks.

    "It's an electronic lock. Same as the loading dock door. If we don't have a keycard, it won't operate, meaning-"

    "-We're stuck here." Dustin finishes.

    "Just so you nerds are aware. I'm supposed to be spending the night at Tina's" She motions to the three teens. "And Tina always covers for me. 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 throws his hands. "I don't care about Tina! Or Uncle Jack's party! Your moms not gonna be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!"

    "Jeez, way to be calm in front of the child Harrington." Jack crosses his arms over his chest.

    "I'm ten, you nerd!" She yells and Jack puts his hands up in defense.

    "Hey," Dustin says lightly as he points to the ceiling. "What if we climb out?"

     A few hours later, after lots of precise planning and listening to Dustin's snores, Steve and Jack lift Dustin out of the Elevator. It's a much easier process than a few hours earlier when Steve was trying to fit him in the vent.

    Robin helps Jack as they push Steve up as well, and Erica watches in amusement.

    Jack sighs loudly as he leans himself against the boxes.

    Erica raises an eyebrow. "You good? Is this your epi- epilzee thing?"

    "Epilepsy." Jack corrects. "And, probably, I just need to lie down for a few minutes."