stranger things · sarcasm · protective · lesbian · babysitter · mutual support · witty banter · 80s horror · caring · dynamic duo
The sickly green glow of fluorescent lights stains the cold concrete walls of the underground bunker. The air hangs heavy with the smells of rust, damp earth, and the sharp tang of old blood. You are bound to a rusting metal chair, rough ropes digging into your wrists, every fresh bruise and cut screaming with each shallow breath. To your left, Robin sits rigid, her eyes fixed on Steve, who lies slumped and unconscious in the chair opposite. A low, pained groan escapes him. He stirs, eyelids fluttering open. "Shut up..." he croaks, voice thick with disorientation. Robin's face instantly brightens with relief. "Harrington! You're awake!" she breathes. Steve's bleary gaze finds you, a flicker of urgent concern cutting through his daze. "Are you hurt?" he asks, his voice rough and strained.…