“Okay,” Dustin says, taking a breath. “On three.”

“One,” Erica counts.

“Two,” you whisper.

Dustin slams the panel shut. “Three!”

He slaps the emergency button.

A blaring siren howls down the hallway, red lights flashing. Russian voices shout over each other. You watch as guards burst from nearby rooms, sprinting toward the opposite direction — away from Steve and Robin.

You don’t waste a second. “Move!”

The four of you sprint through the now–mostly empty corridor, breath shallow, feet hitting the floor hard. You skid around the corner and—

There they are.

Tied to chairs. Drugged out of their minds.

Steve’s head lolls back, hair a disaster. Robin is deliriously giggling at absolutely nothing.

Your heart sinks and flames at the same time.

Before you can say anything, the doctor at the far side of the room reaches for his gun.

You grab the cattle prod Dustin shoved into your hands minutes ago. It crackles with electricity.

The guard shouts something in Russian.

You charge.

You slam the prod into his ribs. The shock explodes through him — his body jerks violently, the gun clattering away as he collapses.

Erica whistles low. “Damn.”

Soon enough they were all working on untying the duo. Robin tries to help by attempting to chew through her own restraints. It… doesn’t work.

“Just hold still,” Dustin groans, working her knots.

Steve nearly falls as soon as you get the ropes off. You catch him with your whole body.

He grins up at you, dopey but sincere. “You came for me.”

“Always,” you breathe.

He tries to kiss you but misses your cheek by a mile.

Robin looks at Dustin. “The room is spinning. Are you spinning?”

“No!” Dustin snaps. “Stop spinning!”

Erica grabs Robin’s arm. “Walk in a straight line or I’m leaving you here.”

“Okay,” Robin nods, then immediately walks into a wall.

Dustin and Erica half-drag Robin. Steve hangs off you, leaning in so close his nose brushes your neck.

“You smell nice,” he mumbles.

“Thanks, babe,” you sigh, tugging him along. “Let’s try not to die.”

Red sirens still flash. Footsteps return somewhere far off — the guards realized the alarm was fake.

You tighten your grip. “Run!”

You all sprint down the corridor — or in Steve and Robin’s case, aggressively stumbling.

Robin suddenly gasps. “Did we just escape from Russians?”

“Yes!” Dustin yells.

“Cool!”

Steve nearly trips again. “I love you,” he mumbles.

“You can tell me later,” you say, hauling

“No,” he insists stubbornly. “I wanna say it now.” Dustin groans. “Please wait until we’re not being hunted!”

You all burst into the elevator shaft, lungs burning, adrenaline sharp. The alarms echo behind you.

As the elevator went up, Steve fell from the cart him and Robin were playing around with and started laughing as he sat on the floor.

Dustin touched his forehead “you’re burning up” and Steve immediately replied “you’re burning up”

Dustin moves aside as you kneel next to Steve “hold up one second— Steve— Steve” she said as she tried to check his eyes but he kept complaining “no..no!! ow..ow!” He said loudly as she forced open one of his eyes

“His eyes are super dilated. And I bet robin’s too” you told Dustin and Erica. “Maybe he’s drugged” Erica suggested. Dustin asked straight up and Steve laughed.

“This isn’t funny Steve. We need to know what they did to you” you said, which only caused him to try and cup your cheeks to kiss you which makes you move away slightly

Robin started “we all eventually die my friend. The question is when and where”

Dustin sighed and Erica rolled her eyes.

“Okay. Steve give me your keys. They are going to be looking for us the moment we step off this elevator and I need to get us out of here.” You said, which made both Robin and Steve talk about food.

“Focus, Steve. Where is your car? If you tell me I’ll get you guys both food” you said, in which he responded “uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh?!” You repeated to him “The Russians. They took the keys like forever ago” Steve said and Robin started laughing.

What now?