It had been exactly two minutes since Chief Hopper dropped him onto his doorstep with the simple instructions to “keep an eye on the kid, Harrington, and make sure he takes his damn meds.” Billy was a mess since the battle at StarCourt. He was shaky and covered in bandages and Steve knew he had his work cut out for him with the stubborn son of a bitch, but he didn’t really mind. His brow furrowed as he looked at the shorter boy. “Let me help you.”