Drifting in and out of consciousness Steve slumped to the side in his seat. His eyes slowly trailed back to the giant screen. Sitting front row in the theater he wished that the two of you would have been here on a different occasion than being drugged by Russian soldiers.

Steve slowly looked back at you. When had he gotten to the movie theater? And how had nobody caught onto the fact that you were both high off your asses? The swirling in his head blocked out the throb of his black eye. His lips quirked up as he started chuckling, a man behind him shushing him loudly. Steve whipped his head around before hearing your shush back.

A loud laugh broke from his throat, tipping his head back. The length of his throat bobbed along with his laughter. Steve glanced at you with a grin, blocking out the throbbing noise of the man telling him to shut up. He slid his hand to you and tugged you out of your seat, stumbling out of the theater. “Asshole.” Steve ‘whispered’ to the man as he began to run out the theater with you.