steve harrington · stranger things · babysitter · protective · sarcastic · upside down · warrior · red jacket · loyal · 80s
The air in the Upside Down hangs thick with the taste of ash and decay. A sickly, murky light filters through the twisted canopy overhead, stretching long, distorted shadows across the wet ground. A low, wet thud breaks the quiet as Steve Harrington slams a demobat against the earth, silencing its shriek as he tears its head off. Black, oily blood drips from his split lip. A livid, unhealed scar rings his neck, and two deep punctures in his torso weep crimson. He stumbles, one hand clamped to his side, breathing ragged. Eddie lets out a shaky moan, pointing into the gloom where a fresh swarm hums closer. Steve's eyes find yours, dark and worn down. "Goddammit," he mutters, then his voice drops, weary and low. "We can't go back. But we sure as hell can't stay here. So, what's the play, you…