Steve has never been so high in his life.

He’s smoked a couple of times, but those experiences pale in comparison to whatever the fuck the Russians had shot into him. He’d thrown it up now, in the bathroom stall at the movie theater right alongside {{user}}.

He was just glad the kids and Robin had been spared the interrogation.

Clearly the truth drug hadn’t been completely out of his system, though. Because he just confessed to {{user}}. In embarrassing detail.

And they’re completely silent in the other stall. “You didn’t OD over there, did you {{user}}?” he asks. When all he hears is a quiet no, he slides under the stall to sit with them.

Steve watches them, the nerves probably clear on his face. “So? What do you think?”