Chapter Twenty-Six:
Mint Chapstick
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Ramona bit her lip, trying to quiet her breathing as she watched Steve peek over the wall. "Okay, clear. Come on, let's go."

"That was close." Robin commented quietly as Ramona quickened her pace to catch up with Steve.

"Too close!" Dustin hissed as Robin nodded in agreement.

"Relax." Steve said, raising his hand to stop Ramona as he peered around the corner. 

"La tenemos bajo control." Ramona hummed, raising her hand to form the okay sign.

"All right, relax. Nobody saw... us.." Steve's voice trailed off at the sight of the Russians, now outnumbering them by quite a few. His heart dropping as he ducked down, sliding his hand into Ramona's and pulling her with him. "Shit."

"Pensándolo bien, tal vez no." Ramona muttered, her heart beginning to hammer against her chest, "We don't have it under control."

"No shit, sherlock." Erica hissed, gulping as she looked from her to the Russians.

"Maybe I could try and talk to the Spanish speaking Russians." Ramona joked, trying to pull her hand from Steve's, but because of the tight grip he held on it her attempt was unsuccessful. 

"Jesus, Ramona." Steve grumbled, "Not the time."

"Right, yeah, Lo sé, duh.." 

"Red dawn." Dustin said, cutting Ramona's sentence off. 

Erica nodded quickly, "I saw it! First floor, Northwest!"

"Saw what?" Steve asked, glancing at Ramona as he finally released her hand. 

"The comms room!" She answered. 

"You saw the comms room?" Steve shook his head in disbelief, looking from the Russian guards to Ramona and Erica.

"Correct." Erica nodded in confirmation.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. The door was open for a second, and I saw a bunch of lights and machines and shit in there." Erica explained.

"That could be a hundred different things."

"Or it could be the comms." Ramona grinned, nudging Steve. "Never thought this is how I'd be spending my summer."

"I'll take those odds." Robin nodded, glancing over at Ramona.

Steve sighed, pursing his lips as he thought the situation over. "All right, we're gonna move fast, we're gonna stay low. Okay?"

"Okay." Ramona muttered as she followed him, ducking behind objects to avoid being seen along the way.

"Shit, move it."  Ramona froze in her tracks, pulling her lip in between her teeth to slow her breathing as she watched a Russian scientist leave the room. "Let's go."

Just before the door could close, Steve slid his hand through and stopped it. "Sh, sh, come on."

Steve double checked that no one was following them, taking a quick glance at Ramona to make sure she was okay as he shut the door behind them.

"Shit." Ramona cursed, her eyes trailing down to the Russian man's hand as he reached for his gun.

Robin stepped forward quickly, speaking Russian as she tried to convince the man they were a part of the operation. The man looked confused as he spoke, slowly reaching down for his gun.

Ramona jumped as Steve yelled, charging for the guard and knocking him into the control panel.

"Steve!" Ramona gasped, watching as the guard roughly pushed Steve off of him and threw him into another control panel.

"Don't." Dustin warned, recognizing the look in Ramona's eyes.

"But-" Ramona cut herself off as she watched Steve nail the man in the ribs with his elbow before picking up the phone and slamming it against his temple. "Damn!"

Steve panted, running his hand through his hair as the Russian collapsed and fell unconscious.

"Dude! You did it! You won a fight!" Dustin cheered. Steve grinned, proud of himself as he looked from the unconscious Russian to Ramona.

"Ramona, I did it!"

"Steve!" Ramona squealed, rushing up to him and placing both her hands on his cheeks. "I'm so fucking proud of you."

Steve's body flooded with shock as he felt her quickly press her lips against his. Steve blinked slowly, his body freezing as he tried to process what was happening.

Once Ramona realized the mistake she had made, she quickly stepped back, panic flooding her body as she quickly shook her head. "Shit, Steve, I'm sorry, I-"

Steve cut her sentence off by stepping forward and connecting their lips again, sliding his arms to rest around her waist. Ramona's eyes fluttered shut as she rested her hands on both of his cheeks, smiling into the kiss as Steve pulled her body closer to his.

She ignored the groans and grimaces of disgust from the other three in the room. Dustin cheered excitedly, clapping as he looked over at Erica, who looked disgusted, and Robin, who looked happy for her friends.

Steve's lips were soft against hers and he tasted like mint. She liked it, she liked it a lot. His lips fit perfectly with hers, almost like they were made for her. Ramona's lips curved into a grin as she pulled away from him. "You stole my chapstick, didn't you?"

Steve blushed, laughing as he carefully slipped his hands from her waist. "It was mine first."

"Details, details." Ramona waved him off, jumping as she looked at Dustin, Erica, and Robin. "Aye, aye, aye! Olvidé que estabas aquí."

"That good, huh?" Steve teased, watching as Ramona rolled her eyed and looked away.

"Lo que sea." She muttered, avoiding his eyes as Dustin crouched by the guard and pulled the keys from his belt.

"What are you doing?" Erica asked, clearly annoyed and still disgusted from Steve and Ramona's PDA.

"Getting us our ticket out of here." Dustin answered casually.

"You want to walk all the way back?" Erica deadpanned, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows.

"Well, we can hang out for a little bit. Steve and Ramona can make out, we can relax, have a picnic maybe." Dustin said sarcastically.

"Have a picnic? We came here for the radio!" Erica argued. Ramona rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she took quick glances over at Steve who already had his eyes trained on her.

"Well, this plan is way better. If I knew Steve could knock out a Russian, that would've been our plan in the first place."

"Ramona." Steve whispered, gaining her attention. She hummed in acknowledgement, looking up at him.

"Yeah?" She asked, the sound of her heart hammering against her chest echoing in her ear drums. "I really li-"

"Guys.." Robin said, interruptinb Erica and Dustin's arguing and Steve and Ramona's moment. Steve grumbled, his shoulders slumping as he turned to look at her with raised brows. "There's something up there."

Ramona knitted her eyebrows together, following Robin up the staircase. She crept quietly, holding the door open for Steve and Dustin before quietly shutting it behind them. She turned around, slowly approaching the window as shock flooded her body.

Ramona's eyes widened at the sight of the other worldy device shooting thousands, maybe millions, of volts of electricity at the Upside Down's opening.

"Holy shit."

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{ An: stamona shippers,,,,,, how we feelin tonight? }

{ Translations: we have it under control, on second thought maybe not, I know duh, i forgot you were here, whatever }

{ Edited: No }