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The door was becoming increasingly harder to keep closed, giving up crossed his mind but he couldn't do that to the kids or Robin.
He could hear the Russians yelling things that he couldn't understand, he was using all his strength but it didn't seem to be doing much as the door was opening more and more. Robin was helping but still the soldiers were going on strong but they were doing pretty well even though the soldiers had a lot more man power, he was slightly impressed. Just as Steve though they might be able to hold it shut for a while longer it began even more opening bit by bit.
Steve turned to Robin and gave her a small smile and then in just above a whisper he said "I'm sorry" he saw how she looked confused she was about to say something when the door was shoved open and they both went flying into the wall behind them.
The Russians then came storming in, they all had their guns pointed directly at their heads almost daring them to move. Steve and Robin both put their hands in the air in defeat and then they shared a look that they both knew meant "oh shit".
Steve was then grabbed by two men one on each arm he could see Robin was in the same situation except she was saying things to them but he couldn't hear what she was saying no doubt insulting them and demanding to be let go. Unlike her Steve stayed generally quite quite not say much he gave some pitiful attempts at getting away but they were ignored by the soldiers.
He was then practically dragged down the maze of hallways, somewhere along the way he realised he had been separated from Robin. How had he been so stupid as to not realise she had been taken away?
The soldiers taking him stopped by a metal door that was opened to reveal small metal room with nothing but a metal bench. He was then thrown to the ground, he tried to scramble away from his captors to the back wall but was once again grabbed they then gave in an inspection they checked all his pockets and took his car keys and wallet. They then bound his wrists together behind his back and shoved onto the metal bench, the two men then backed away and just watched him with smirks on their faces they then evacuated the room.
Steve was alone, he was scared and he didn't know what to do do. He couldn't scream as no one would hear him and frankly no one really cared about poor Steve Harrington.
His thoughts were cut off by the door opening, he looked up to see a bald man- another soldier he assumed but he did look higher up in the world than the two who had taken him here because he had a fancier uniform specifically his hat, he almost laughed at the ridiculous thing but decided against it.
The man was holding something in his hand it looked like a wallet. His eyes widened when he realised he was holding Steves wallet meaning he had all his personal info. Shit. The man was followed by a particularly muscular soldier.
"Hello mr-" the man paused to read his name .
"Steven Harrington" the mans voice was deep and held a thick Russian accent, and the use of his full name reminded him of his parents and their short stays at home.
He paused before replying. "It's just Steve" his voice was shaky and he cringed when he heard it. He looked up to see the man smiling at him, it frightened him actually to see this man smiling in such a situation.
"Oh my apologies Steve" the way his name left the mans mouth made his blood run cold, it was weird hearing it. The man continued.
"Now Steve you and your little friends have causing me and my men quite a lot of trouble in the short amount of time you've been here... but I'm willing to look past all of it, if you would be willing to tell me one simple thing"
Steve nodded his head not trusting his voice.
"Who do you work for?" His voice was stern but he had a deranged look in his eye.
Steve was quick to reply wanting more than anything to get himself and Robin out safely.
"Scoops Ahoy." His voice was unwavering, which was a surprising contrast to how it was a moment ago.
He then felt a blinding pain below his eye and his head was thrown to the side, the soldier had punched him across the face and he could tell that was definitely gonna bruise.
He looked back up to the man in shock.
The man spoke again.
"Lying will not help you Steven, now let's try again, yes? Who do you work for?"
"I swear to god I am not lying, I work at Scoops Ahoy in the mall upstairs I-"
His rambling was cut off my a punch to gut, it left him winded and gasping for air. The soldier looked impressed with himself. He was coughing when the man spoke again.
"How did you get here?" The man was obviously unphased by the situation and was oddly calm.
"It was by accident I swear. We were looking for a missing shipment of ice cream-for the store upstairs-when the storage room turned into an elevator and then we ended up here. I'm telling you it was an accident-"
Another punch right on the noise he heard it crack, it was loud so the man must have heard it swell if the smirk he was wearing was anything to go by. He shut his eyes in pain and let out a groan.
He felt the blood run down to his lips the metallic taste filled his mouth.
This cycle continued he lost count of how many more times, but every time he would be asked the same two questions Steve would almost beg for the man to believe he was telling the truth and then he would receive either a punch to the face or one straight in the stomach.
He was sure by this point he must look a mess, he could feel the blood dripping down his face and out his mouth and nose he could also feel the bruised that were across his face and littering his ribs. But no matter how much Steve pleaded, the two men never looked or seemed affected by any of it.
They just continued with blank faces.
Although he was in so much pain, all he could think of were the kids and how he hoped Robin didn't have to deal with any of this torture bullshit. He wondered if he were to die, here would anyone even miss him? Would they mourn his death?
He knew exactly what his parents would do, they would put on a big show and tell everyone how they missed him purely for the sympathy of people and to keep up the look of a 'perfect family'.
His 'mother' would seek out help from family friends and be sure to wipe her eyes often to give the appearance of a mourning mother and his 'father' would take the condolences from people and be sure to comfort his wife in public, when in reality they probably wouldn't care, they couldn't be bothered to live with him for the majority of his life let alone be actual parents and take care of him, so why would they care?
They shouldn't be aloud too.
The sound of the mans booming voice brought him back to the world of pain.
"Steven, this could be so much easier if you would only tell me the truth. I will ask you one more time. Who do you work for?"
"Have you not heard what I've been telling you. I work for Scoops Ahoy, I wear a sailors outfit daily, I scoop ice cream for a living. I don't know how many times I've got to tell you. I know you think im some spy but you have to believe me im not."
The whole time he had been ranting he had been staring at the floor not daring to make eye contact, but once he had finished he looked up and the man didn't look impressed after his little outburst.
Instead of speaking he simply walked up to Steve in silence and forcefully grabbed his chin, Steve let out a groan at this from the pain in his head.
The man then leaned, he was so close Steve could smell his disgusting breath.
"I do not believe you" He then threw Steves head against the wall behind him. Steves head exploded with pain and he saw dark spots in his vision, he was hoping to pass out from the pain but that didn't happen. He let out a cry. The man had walked back to where he was stood before.
"who do you work for?" The mans voice seemed darker- more stern. Steve could tell he had lost his patience. Steve just let out a cry, that was when he saw the soldiers fist flying toward him. He started to beg.
"Please no no no-" it all went dark.