“you came back for me.” you mutter, laying on the ground. usually he’s the one beat up, but you’re laying on the pavement, spitting and coughing up blood. “i will always come back for you.” steve says, sitting you up. “i don’t think dart likes me very much.” you say. you were attacked a few minutes ago. “shhhh. don’t talk.” he’s wiping the blood from your face, holding the back of your head. “someone find my car keys!” he yells towards the kids.