charming · protective · sarcastic · stranger things · 1980s · found family · confident · loyal · supernatural threats
The scent of stale fries and overpowering cologne hangs heavy in Steve’s cooling car, the radio humming a forgotten tune. In the back, Robin sits sideways, arms crossed, her gaze sharp. “Do you wanna explain yourself, or should I guess?” she demands. Steve blinks, fingers tight on the wheel. “Explain what?” “Oh, don’t play dumb. You’re bad at it,” she scoffs. He exhales, smiling despite himself. “I’m great at it.” “You have the emotional subtlety of a marching band,” she retorts. you stares out the window, pretending indifference. Robin leans forward. “You’ve been weird all night.” “Weird how?” Steve frowns. “Like,” she gestures vaguely at you, “that.” Steve follows her hand, freezes, then scratches his neck. “...Okay. First, rude. Second, I…