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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 before Steve had dragged me out of there and back down the stairs, "I don't understand

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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 before Steve had dragged me out of there and back down the stairs, "I don't understand. You've seen this before?" Robin asked quickly.

"Not exactly." I breathed out.

She frowned, "Then what, exactly?"

"All you need to know is that it's bad," Dustin told her.

"Really bad." The older boy added.

"And you know about this how?" She yelled.

"Steve, where's your Russian friend?" Erica asked once we reached the bottom of the stairs.

My eyes widened to notice the unconscious man was gone. As if on cue, the alarm sounded loudly. I jumped back, startled.

My boyfriend stepped forward as he opened the door, checking to see if we could make our mistake. Unfortunately, the Russian men had caught sight of us.

The Harrington slammed the door shut before dragging me down the next hallway. It was hard for me to keep up with Steve which led to me tripping over my own legs.

The boy halted in his tracks, checking over my body, "I'm fine." I yelled over the noise but was suddenly pushed to the floor.

"Nim," He called out to me, rushing back over to me.

"Steve! Naomi!" Dustin called out to us who was on the other end.

My boyfriend and I had been cornered by the Russians. I let out a sigh of defeat, "Go." I told him. 

"I won't forget you." He called out.

I rolled my eyes as Steve and I both yelled, "Go."

At our words, the other three dashed away from the scene. I held my hands up to show surrender as guns were pointed at me in all directions.

I whimpered as a Russian man approached me, a sickening smirk on his lips before smashing his gun against my head, knocking me unconscious.



𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 to a pounding pain in my head. I groaned, checking my surroundings. I appeared to be tied to a chair in a small room.

I jumped in surprise when Steve stirred awake. He appeared to be tied behind me, "Steve, Steve." I gasped once I noticed he was awake, "Are you okay?"

"My ears are ringing, and I can't really breathe, my eye feels like it's about to pop out of my skull, but, you know, apart from that I'm doing pretty good." He listed.

I zoned out at his words when I noticed a table beside us, "Steve, oh, my God. Do you see that table over there? On your right?" He turned to his left, "No, the other right."

He turned to the right direction, "Yeah,"

"You see those scissors?" I breathed out.

"Yeah," He muttered.

"Do you think that if we move at the same time, we could get over there, and then maybe I could kick the table and knock them into your lap?" I told him.

He nodded in agreement, "And I could cut the binds."

"Yeah, and we could get out of here." I chuckled, "Yeah, we can do this. So, on three. We're gonna hop."

"One, two, three." He counted and we hopped closer to the table.

Suddenly, the door burst open to reveal a Russian man and another man in a white uniform.

The Russian man immediately stepped towards Steve, "Try telling the truth this time, yes?" He spoke, his accent thick, "It will make your visit with Dr Zharkov less painful."

I watched as the doctor picked up a large needle and approached Steve. My eyes widened as my boyfriend began to shout, "Okay. Wait, wait, wait. What is that thing?"

"It will help you talk." He chuckled as he approached me, "You go first."

"What?" I whimpered.

"No, no. Not her. Please. I'll do anything." Steve begged as I felt a large pain in my neck. I screamed out, the last thing I heard was my boyfriend's cries for them to stop.



𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 up, I felt like I was flying. For a moment, the room was spinning but I soon came to my senses, "I don't feel anything." I spoke up.

Steve nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I feel fine. I feel normal."

"Yeah, I feel fine." I nodded, still trying to come to terms with my surroundings, "I kinda feel good."

I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips which only caused Steve to laugh too, "They messed up the drug." He continued to laugh.

I giggled, "They messed it up." I couldn't help but continue to laugh loudly which definitely caught the attention of the Russians, "There is definitely something wrong with us."

Due to our loud noise, the Russian man and the doctor came back into the room. He began setting up supplies on a table which only made me giggle more, "What is that thing?" Steve asked.

"Would now be a good time to tell you that I don't like doctors?" I spoke childishly.

"Let's try this again, yes?" The Russian spoke up, "Who do you work for?"

"Scoops," Steve replied. His tone only made me laugh more, "Scoops Ahoy."

"How did you find us?" He asked.

"Totally by accident." I cut in. The Russian man turned to the doctor and spoke in their language, "What is that?" My eyes widened once I noticed him approaching us with a tool.

The man turned to me, "You. How did you find us?"

"There was a code." I shrugged, continuing to laugh, "The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. You broadcasted that stupid spy shit all over town and now, people know you're here."

The panic in his eyes was evident, "Who knows we are here?" He yelled.

"Dustin knows." Steve spoke up, "Dustin Henderson."

"Steve," I yelled in annoyance but continued to laugh.

The Russian nodded, "Dustin Henderson. Your small curly-haired friend? Where is he?"

The Harrington laughed, "He's long gone you big asshole. And he's probably calling Hopper, and Hoppers calling the US Calvary. They're gonna come in here, guns a blazing and send your sorry asses back to Russia. You're gonna be two pieces of toast."

I couldn't help but laugh at his words but was cut off when the loud alarm sounded. As if on cue, Dustin, Robin and Erica burst through the door.

He held an electric tool in his hands, zapping it against the Russian man and the doctor which knocked them unconscious.

I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips, "Dustin," I screamed happily.

"Henderson," Steve also yelled, "That's crazy. I was just talking about you."

"Get ready to run." He snapped, undoing our ties so we could get out of there.
















































𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄
hii this chapter is awful sorry
i feel like it's such a mess but this one somehow also got deleted so i just had to rewrite it
xoxo

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