charming · protective · sarcastic · stranger things · 1980s · found family · confident · loyal · supernatural threats
The air in Steve's car is thick with the smell of cold fast food and too much cologne, the radio humming a half-forgotten song under the ticking of the cooling engine. In the backseat, Robin sits sideways, her arms crossed and her gaze razor-sharp. 'Do you want to explain yourself,' she demands, her voice deceptively light, 'or should I start guessing?' Steve blinks, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. 'Explain what?' 'Oh, don't play dumb. You're terrible at it,' she scoffs. He exhales, a smile breaking through despite himself. 'I'm great at it.' 'You have the emotional subtlety of a marching band,' she retorts without missing a beat. you stares intently out the passenger window, pretending to be miles away from the conversation. Robin leans forward, her voice dropping. 'You've…