Chapter Twenty-Nine:
Irresponsible Harrington
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"Help!" Robin shouted desperately, "Help! Please, someone! Help!"

Ramona sat motionless in the seat, her eyes trained on Steve as she counted her breaths, analyzing her breathing pattern to try and figure out how much damage had actually been done.

"Hey.. Would you stop yelling?" Steve grumbled, pain jolting through his head.

Ramona's ears perked up at the sound of his voice. "Steve! Hey, hey, hey.. You okay?"

"Steve!" Robin cried, "Steve? Oh, my God! 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 apart from that, I'm doing pretty good." Steve mumbled, slowly raising his head to look over at Ramona. His heart dropped at the sight of the blood coating her face.

"Hey, Harrington." Ramona said, struggling to crack a smile.  "Have a good nap?"

"What'd they do to you?" Steve asked gently, his eyes softening as he searched her face.

"I'm okay." Ramona answered readily, "I'm okay, don't worry about me."

"But-" Steve cut himself off, his throat drying as he studied her, assessing the damage she had. "Ramona.."

"Come on, Harrington." Ramona chuckled tearfully, shaking her head. "I'm stronger than I look."

Steve's knitted his eyebrows together, shaking his head. "Ramona.."

"Steve." Ramona interrupted, "I promise. You should see yourself. They really did a number on you.."

"Well, the good news is that they're calling you guys a doctor." Robin chuckled, shaking her head.

"Is this his place of work? I love the vibe." Steve looked around the dark metal room, "Charming."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Robin agreed, "So, okay, do you see that table over there? To your right? No, your other right. Yeah, okay, and you see those scissors?"

"Uh-Huh." Steve answered as Ramona stretched to see over their heads at the table.

"Yeah, well, I think 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." Robin explained as Ramona nodded slowly.

"And I could cut the binds." Steve realized, a small smile crossing his face. 

"Yeah, and we could get out of here." Robin grinned.

"And get some fucking food." Ramona muttered, "Because all I can taste is my own fucking blood. And is it pleasant? No! Quiero una maldita hamburguesa."

"That sounded like burger to me. We'll get you one, okay? Okay, yeah, we can do that. Those morons, they left scissors in here?" Steve laughed in disbelief, shaking his head.

"Yeah, morons!"

"Total morons." Robin's laughter silenced seconds after it started, leaving a heavy atmosphere to coat the room. "Okay, so, on the count of three, we're gonna hop."

"Okay, good, hop on three. I gotcha." Steve nodded, silently hyping himself up.

"All right." Robin said, her voice shaky as she slowly inhaled, "One, two, three!"

Ramona watched as Steve and Robin hopped successfully. "Oh, thank fuck."

"Okay, okay, that worked!" Robin grinned, "Okay! All right, uh, let's try again."

"Right. One, two, three."

Ramona's heart hammered against her chest as she watched them. She held her breath as she watched them move carefully.

"Holy shit, this is gonna work!" Robin said excitedly, "It'll work!"

"We're close. Okay, ready?" Steve said quickly as Robin nodded along.

"One, two, three."

"No!" Ramona gasped, watching as they fell to the floor. "Fuck."

Ramona watched as Robin's body began to shake, "Robin, no, don't cry. It's okay, I can try. Robin.. I'll try."

"It's okay, it's okay." Steve said softly, "Don't cry. Robin."

"Wait.." Ramona trailed off as her eyes caught sight of the smile Robin had. "Wait."

"Are you.. laughing?" Steve trailed off as Robin's laughter grew.

"Ye-Yeah!" She giggled.

"Wow." Ramona muttered, shaking.

"Jesus.." Steve scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief at Robin's reaction.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! It's just... I can't believe I'm gonna die in a secret Russian base with Stev 'The hair' Harrington and Ramona García." Robin said through strained laughter.

"Yeah.. You know.. When I said I was gonna die in a Russian lab.. I was joking." Ramona muttered, a bitter laugh escaping her busted lips. "En realidad no lo dije en serio."

"It's just too trippy, man!" Robin continued, her laughter slowly dying down as the reality sunk in.

"We're not gonna die." Steve insisted, "Okay? We're gonna get out of here, and I'm gonna keep my promise. Just-Just let me think for a second, okay?"

"Do you remember... Um, do you remember Mrs. Click's sophmore history class?" Robin started as Ramona gasped at the sudden memory. "Mrs. Clickity-Clackity, that's what us band dweebs called her."

"Mrs. fucking clickity-clackity!" Ramona nodded quickly, "She was mean to me."

"It was first period, Tuesdays and Thursdays.. So you were always late. And you always had the same breakfast." Robin trailed off as she readjusted herself on the cold floor. "And you always had the same breakfast. Bacon, egg, and cheese on a sesame bagel."

"I remember that." Ramona mumbled, "I could smell the bacon from where I was."

"I sat behind you two days a week for a year." Robin continued, her voice growing shaky. "Mister funny. Mister cool. The king of Hawkins High himself.. Do you even remember from that class?"

Steve stayed silent as Ramona inhaled shakily, letting her head drop as she closed her eyes. Robin chuckled, shaking her head. "Of course you don't. You were a real asshole, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know." Steve croaked as he focused on the wall ahead of him.

"But you've changed." Ramona piped up, lifting her head to look at him. "You're not an asshole anymore."

"But it didn't even matter then. It didn't matter that you were an ass, I was still... obsessed with you." Robin admitted, causing Ramona's heart to sink. She felt like such.a bitch for kissing Steve now. "Even though all of us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just wanna be popular.. Accepted, normal."

"That's all I ever wanted sophmore year." Ramona muttered, "For people to stop bullying me because I'm not white. Whatever, they're dicks."

"If it makes you feel any better, having those things isn't all that great. Seriously." Steve huffed, "It just baffles me, everything people tell you is important, everything that people say you should care about.. it's all just.. bullshit. But I guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?"

Ramona gulped as she nodded in agreement, "That's life."

"I hope so. I feel like my whole life has been one big error."

"Definitely." Ramona laughed, "Error."

"At least it can't get any more messed up than this." Robin pointed out.

"You know, I wish I'd known you two in Click's class." Steve finally said, "Really, I do. Maybe I could've passed the class. Maybe instead of being here, I'd be on my way to college right now."

"I would've never kissed Steve fucking Harrington." Ramona laughed, shaking her head.

"Oh, please." Steve scoffed, "It was bound to happen. I'm irresistible."

"Irresponsible sounds more like you." Ramona giggled as Steve rolled his eyes.

"And I never would've known that there were evil Russians beneath our feet, and I would be happily slinging ice cream with some other schmuck."

"And I'd be giving Erica way too many samples to still have my job." Ramona laughed, her smile slowly dying down as tears stung at her eyes.

She didn't wanna die.

"It was fun while it lasted."

"It was." Robin nodded.

"So fun." Ramona muttered, jumping at the sound of the door's buzzing and opening.

The Russian soldiers walked in, each of them sending dirty looks to Ramona as they passed.

At the sight of Steve and Robin on the ground, the general let out a bitter laugh. "Where were you two going?"

"Hey! Hey, keep your grubby hands off of him!" Ramona shouted, pulling at the restraints and glaring at the man.

The general slowly turned his head to look at her, anger in his eyes. "Watch your tone."

Ramona grumbled, fidgeting in her seat as he turned his eyes back to Steve. "Try telling the truth this time, yes? It will make your visit with Dr. Zharkov less painful."

Ramona's back straightened at the word painful. Anger flashed in Ramona's eyes as she watched the man stroke Steve's hair.

"No las toques, cerdos comunistas." Ramona scowled, narrowing her swollen eyes at them. A dark look crossed the man's face as he looked over at another Russian soldier before letting his eyes fall to Steve and Robin.

"It seems your friend here has a little problem with respect." The soldier sneered, a cocky smirk crossing his face as he ordered the other man something in Russian. "Maybe we teach her a little, yes?"

Ramona's heart sank to her stomach as she turned her head and locked eyes with Robin. A look of panic crossed the girl's features as the soldier began to unlock the restraints. "Wait, no, wait-"

"What are you.." Robin's voice trailed off as they roughly pulled her to her feet. "Hey!"

"Don't touch her!" Steve shouted, anger flooding his body as he watched Ramona struggle to free herself. She tried to pull her arms free as Robin pulled at her restraints. "Don't touch her!"

He felt powerless as the restraints held him in his place. "Ramona!"

"Don't touch me!" Ramona hissed, kicking her legs as they lifted her into the air. The soldier held her arms firmly at her side as he held her by her torso, muttering in Russian to the other soldiers. "Let me go!

"Steve!" Ramona cried, kicking her legs as she tried to pry the man's arms from around her. "Steve!"

"Ramona!" Steve shouted, frantically pulling at at the restraints holding him to the chair to get to her, "Don't touch her! You assholes! Don't you fucking touch her! Let her go, you sick fucking ba-"

Steve's sentence was cut off short as the door shut behind them, leaving him alone with Robin and without Ramona.

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{ A/n: brought to you by a depression pb&j on a hot dog bun and coffee at 2 am }

{ Translations: I didn't really mean it, i want a fucking burger, don't touch them communist pigs }

{ Edited: No }