𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Chapter Twenty-Three

"Steve, careful-" Ramona's sentence was cut off short as the boy slammed his hand against the buttons. Her heart sank as a metal door came down over the other door. "Steve.. Woah!" 

She stumbled backward, right into Steve, as the room began to shake violently. The lights flickered as he slipped his hands around her waist to steady her as she tried to get her balance. 

Ramona held her hands out in front of her, not bothering to scold Steve as her eyes landed on the rapidly passing lights. "Fuck.. Steve?"

Steve blinked slowly as he realized the room was dropping. "Oh, shit!"

Panic filled screams flooded Ramona's ears as the room dropped rapidly. "Fuck! Fuck! We're all so fucked!"

"Shit! Shit!" Dustin shrieked. 

"We're going down! We're going down!" Steve cried, pulling Ramona tighter.

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

"I can't believe I'm about to die in the arms of Steve fucking Harrington!" Ramona shouted, squeezing her eyes shut and balling the fabric of Steve's shirt up in her fist as she braced for impact.

"Why don't these buttons work?" Dustin shouted to himself, pressing the buttons repeatedly.

Ramona inhaled sharply, catching a whiff of Steve's cologne as Erica shouted at Dustin. "Press the button!"

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"Just press something!" Steve shouted, pulling his hand away from Ramona briefly to gesture wildly at them. 

"Push it!"

A yelp left Ramona's lips as the secret elevator room came to a complete stop, stumbling forward and landing on the metal floor beside Steve, wincing as her head hit the wall. "Ow!"

"Oh.. my groin." Steve winced. "It fell on my groin! Dustin! Get this off of me."

Ramona quickly scrambled away from him and scooted to the boxes a few feet away. "Sorry, Harrington.."

She watched as Robin lifted the box from her head before letting her eyes fall to her own bruised knees.

"I can't move.." Steve grunted.

"Is everyone okay?" Robin asked, tossing her hair as her eyes widened eyes. 

"My back hurts." Ramona grumbled, "My ass hurts. My wrists hurt. But I'm fantastic."

"Yeah, I'm great now that I know Russians can't fucking design elevators!" Steve snapped, reaching down and pulling Ramona up and shoving Dustin to the side.

"I think we've already established that the buttons don't work." Robin pointed out with a huff.

"They're buttons!" Steve groaned, turning around and looking at her. "They have to do something!"

"Like drop us thirty fucking stories." Ramona muttered, rubbing the back of her head. 

"Yeah! If we had a key card." Robin said.

"A what?"

"It's an electronic lock." Robin explained, "Same as the loading dock door. If we don't have a key card, it won't operate. Meaning-"

"We're stuck down here." Dustin realized.

Robin swallowed, nodding her head. "Yeah."

"Just so you nerds are aware, I'm supposed to be spending the night at Tina's! 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!"

"I don't care about Tina!" Steve snapped, his voice rising in anger. "Or Uncle Jack's party! Your mom's not gonna be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!

"Well," Ramona huffed, pulling her hair from the ponytail and locking eyes with Steve. "Looks like you broke your promise."

Steve's eyes softened as he looked at her, "I tried."

"Hey." Dustin said, cutting Ramona's sentence off before she could start, "What if we climbed up?"

Ramona followed his gaze to a hatch door on the ceiling of the room. "Huh. Maybe you didn't break it, after all, Harrington."

Steve cracked a smile, shaking his head as he looked down at his feet. Ramona chuckled, shakng her head as she whispered to herself. "Linda."

Robin scrunched up her nose as she helped place a box on the table so Dustin could climb up. "Bruta."

"Callate la boca." Ramona squinted her eyes at Robin as she climbed onto the table, waiting for Dustin and Steve to climb up so she could too.

Robin shot her a look as she shook her head, "Told you so."

"Told her what?" Erica asked, resting her hand on her hip and raising her eyebrows.

"Oh, nothing." Robin sent Ramona a wink and a sly grin as Ramona climbed up onto the elevator roof. She thanked Steve as he pulled her up.

"Holy shit.." Ramona muttered as she craned her neck to look up. "How many.."

Her voice trailed off as she looked up at the seemingly endless elevator railing. Steve nodded, his throat drying as he balled his fists by his side. "What were you saying about climbing?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

{ A/n: didnt really wanna end it yet but im sleepy so }

{ Translations: my ass, yeah yeah yeah for life, understood, what the hell is that, protective ass, gross }

{ Edited: No }