𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 steve harrington

xxi. please roll the windows down

━︎ VOL TWO. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

❝︎ you gave me peace in a lifetime of
war ❞︎

Jack feels lighter than an air balloon. The pounding in his head has just turned into haziness, and his field of vision is blurry. He's just woken up after the doctor had pricked him with the needle. He can feel Steve moving beside him, which means he just woke up as well.

"Honestly, I don't really feel anything," Steve speaks first. "Do you?"

"I mean, I...I feel fine." Jack mumbles. "I feel normal."

"Yeah, I feel- I feel fine. I kinda feel good." The couple begins to chuckle, high off the drugs.

"Wanna know a secret?"

"What?"

Jack throws his head back. "I like it, too!"

Once again, they laugh. "Morons. They messed up the drug."

"They messed it up!" Jack leans his head into the back of Steve's neck, giggling. "Morons! Hey, morons!"

"Morons!" Steve calls. They both snicker as they call for the guards several times.

"There's definitely something wrong with us!" Jack emphasizes.

"Something's wrong."

A buzzing noise goes off, and the guards walk through the door, followed by the doctor. Jack tries to position himself seriously but probably looks even more ridiculous.

The doctor walks towards a table and pulls out giant appliances. Jack's eyes widen when he sees a knife two times the size of his head.

"Let's try this again, yes?" The guard asks. "Who do you work for?"

"Scoops." Steve and Jack chuckle. "Scoops Ahoy."

Jack giggles for the thousandth time in the past 20 minutes.

"How did you find us?"

"Totally by accident." The guard rolls his eyes and communicates with the doctor in Russian.

He reaches for one of the instruments and walks towards Steve and Jack.

"What is that shiny little toy?" Steve slurs.

Jack's snorts stop quickly when he hears his boyfriend panicking beside him.

"Whoa, whoa, hey, hey." Steve panics. "Wait! No! Wait! Wait!"

"There was a code!" Jack screams. "We heard a code!"

"Code." The guard walks toward Jack. "What code?"

"The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. Blah, blah, blah. You broadcast that stupid spy shit all over town, and we picked it up on our Cerebro, and we cracked it in a day. A day! You think you're so smart, but a couple of kids who scoop ice cream and sell records for a living cracked your code in a day, and now, people know you're here."

Jack smirks, satisfied.

The guard makes a sour expression. "Who knows we are here?" He goes on, to probably insult Jack in Russian, but Robin does the translating, not him.

"Uh well, Dustin knows," Steve says.

Even if he's high out of his mind, Jack tries to stop him. "Steve!"

"Yeah, Dustin Henderson, he knows."

Jack groans. "Steve!"

"Dustin Henderson." The guard mutters. "It is your small, curly-haired friend?"