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ੈ✩‧₊˚ ⠀⠀ 𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒 .ᐟ

𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 !!

𝗐𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 — 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝗏𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖭𝖮 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇.

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 !! 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍, 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗌 & 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇.

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 !! 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇.

𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗌, 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀!

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sp0o0kylights · 2 years ago

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Part One / Part Two (You are Here) / Part Three

A03

Hopper had undersold Harrington's condition.

Wayne hadn't expected anything pretty, but the face that turned to them as they walked through the door almost had him freezing in place.

Black eye, bruised chin, split lip.

More and more bruises, some faded and some very new, trailing down the kids neck.

The rest was hidden by his preppy little polo shirt, but Wayne didn't doubt that there were more.

Harrington tried to stand when they entered the room and the way he moved--entirely unbalanced, clearly in a lot of pain--made Wayne think the only thing the kid really needed was a hospital.

Because Steve Harrington hadn't just been beaten.

He'd been tortured--and very recently strangled.

(Abruptly, Wayne realized that Hopper had implied the boy had been in the mall fire--just as much as he implied the mall fire was anything but.

He also hadn't stated how Harrington had escaped the Suites trying to break into his house.)

"Sit down." Hopper commanded, and Wayne expected Harrington to do anything but listen.

Say something cocky, or act the part of a demanding little shit maybe, despite the condition he was in.

Instead the kid just sighed in relief and dropped like a stone, right back into the chair.

Hopper came around his desk, talking all the while. "Steve, this is Wayne. Wayne, Steve."

"Hello Sir." Steve croaked politely. His voice was wrecked, no doubt from the necklace of finger shaped bruises around his neck.

"You're going to stay with him for a while, and you're gonna pay him for the privilege." Hopper informed him, as he began digging around his desk. "Money, chores, whatever Wayne wants."

Wayne held his gaze as Steve turned to appraise him.

Would Harrington pitch a fit?

Would he look at Wayne's work clothes, streaked with dirt and sweat, with the name of the warehouse embroidered in the corner and crinkle up his nose, just like his daddy did?

Hopper didn't lie, but a part of Wayne wanted to see just how different this Harrington was. If the respectful demeanor was an act done for Hopper.

Or perhaps, Hopper had mentioned Steve's father for a reason, instead of his mother. Did he adopt her ice-like approach to life?

Micro managing and long-held grudges were Stella Harrington’s game, and she excelled at it.

Steve however, did nothing of the sort, instead settling with the situation in a way that reminded Wayne far too strongly of the men and women who'd come home from war.

"Okay." The kid said simply, after a long moment of consideration. He turned back to Hopper. "But we need to tell the rest of the Par--"

Here he cut a look back to Wayne, correcting himself. "the kids. I don't want them showing up at my house trying to find me and freaking out."

"They wouldn't--" Jim paused, fingers freezing from the rummaging they'd been doing. "they absolutely would, goddammit." He muttered darkly.

"I'll tell the kids. The only thing I want you doing right now is laying low. I need to get a hold of Owens, but it's gonna take time to do that, and more time to fix this, so as of right now, Harrington? You're on vacation." He pointed sternly, as if Steve might argue.

The kid looked too tired and messed up to bother trying.

"I mean it. You're out of the country, where is anybody's guess. No one's seen you and no one better be seeing you, got it?" His voice held firm, and Wayne had to blink because the tone here wasn't one of a police chief warning a teenager--but of a father talking to his son.

He knew, because his own voice did that now. Took on a worried tone that masqueraded as something more like annoyance and seriousness.

"Yes, Sir." Harrington said, remaining weirdly compliant. "Consider me gone."

A hand came up to briefly press above one eye, and Wayne wondered if the kid had been looked over, or if they had just crammed him into Hopper's office without offering so much as a tissue box.

How many painkillers did they have back at the house? Wayne usually kept a good bottle around, but Steve was going to need more than that…

He found himself once again cataloging Steve's wounds, this time comparing them to the medicine cabinet he had at home.

"I expect you to be a damn good house guest, you hear me?" Hopper continued, trying to cut a menacing figure. He finally found what he was looking for; pulling out a large, padded envelope.

He handed it over to Harrington, who took it without looking, shoving it into the duffle bag he'd had sitting at his feet.

There was a smudge of red on the handle of said bag, that matched perfectly up to a shittily done wrap on Steve's right hand.

Wayne mentally added 'buy more bandages' to his list.

Steve nodded at Hopper again. "Yes, Sir."

Jim’s eyes narrowed. "Quite that, you know I hate that."

The briefest glimmer of mischief crossed Harrington's face. "Sorry, Sir. Won't happen again, Sir."

'Ahh.' Wayne thought. 'So there's a teenager in there after all.'

Jim rolled his eyes. "Get out of my office."

"Thanks Hop." Harrington said, finally dropping that odd obedience, a hint of a smile on his battered face.

He stood, and Wayne had to stop himself from offering an arm out as Steve reached for his bag and limped towards him.

He paused right before he left Hopper's office, hand on the doorframe.

"You'll check up on Robin too, right?" He asked, and for the first time his tone took on something more alive--and filled with worry. "And Dustin? Erica?"

"Dustin and his mom are finally taking me up on my suggestion to see their family in Florida for a while, and the Sinclairs are taking a sabbatical from Hawkins. I'm working on the Buckley's." Hopper drummed his fingers on the desk. "So far, no one else besides you and El have been targeted, and we're going to keep it that way."

Steve let out a breath, and while Wayne could tell the worry hadn't left him, he could almost physically see Steve force himself to put it away.

Another act that was far beyond the kid's years.

A different officer popped up as they walked down the hall towards the exit, waving his hand madly. "Harrington! Chief says you forgot this!" He barked.

(Or tried to anyway. Callahan wasn’t the most aggressive of officers and frankly, never would be.)

A slim sports bag was held in his hands, and Steve nearly tripped over his own feet when he tried to turn and claim it.

"I'll get it." Wayne said, knowing his tone sounded gruff.

No use for it. He could either sound gruff or sound sad, and Wayne knew better than to start off the relationship with yet another hurt young man by acting sad.

Pity wasn't gonna win him any favors here.

He took the bag, slinging it over his shoulder, uncaring of the wince on Harrington's face until something sharp poked at his shoulder.

Several somethings, in fact.

"What the hell do you got in this thing?" He asked once they hit the parking lot, voice low as he escorted Steve to his truck.

"Just a baseball bat, sir." Steve said, in the exact same tone Eddie used every time he thought he was bein’ slick.

Considering the thing in the bag could have passed for a baseball bat if not for the sharp pokey bits, it wasn’t a bad attempt. Steve just hadn’t accounted for the fact that Wayne lived with Eddie.

An unfair advantage, really.

‘Least there can’t be any baby racoons in the damn bag.’ Wayne thought idly.

Went on to gently put the bat in the backseat, watching as the kid struggled to lift himself into the truck.

"You can drop that, I take too being called Sir about as well as Hop does." He said, keeping his tone nice and calm, hoping to ease into calling Steve out on his lie.

Fussed with a few dials on the stereo, giving Steve an excuse to take his time before starting the engine and taking the long way home.

Wayne wanted to talk a little-- without the chance of Ed’s interrupting.

"Son,” He started off. “I was born in the morning, but not this morning. I'm hoping to make the next few weeks as easy as I can for both of us, and I can't do that if you're starting off with a lie."

Steve blinked, turning to face him in a matter that was too fast for his injuries. He didn't bother hiding the hurt it caused him, but his voice stayed even as he spoke.

"What do you mean Si--Wayne."

"Nice catch.” Wayne said. “We’ll get you there yet.”

It was a trick he'd learned with Eddie--little tidbits of praise went a long way when it came to gaining trust.

Especially with kids who hadn't ever been given much.

Harrington seemed smart to it, or perhaps was just hesitant to speak in general because he remained quiet, not offering up any info. No further lies, but nothing towards the truth, neither.

Which was fine. Wayne didn’t think a little pushing would hurt.

"That bat of yours was digging into my shoulder like a bee swarm." Wayne continued, when it became clear Steve wasn't talking. "I'm more a fan of football than baseball, but last I checked they hadn't changed the design of a bat."

"What teams?" Steve asked, perking up a touch. "Of football. Which ones are yours?"

Wayne could ignore it of course, or demand Steve give him an answer to the question he asked.

He did neither. "I’m liking the Colts since they got moved here. You?"

"Green Bay Packers, though I like the Colts too--that trade in 84’ was crazy." Steve said. After a second he proved that answering instead of pushing was the right move because he added; "What did Hopper tell you? About…" He trailed off, making a gesture Wayne didn't bother trying to interpret.

"He said some things. I've guessed a few others." Wayne admitted. Cut a little look out of the corner of his eye as he came to a stop sign. "I know the feds are real interested in you after Starcourt."

Steve took that in, hands tightening on the handle.

"It really is a baseball bat." He said, a little fast and with the tiniest hint of that challenge Wayne had been looking for. "It just also has nails hammered into one end."

Wayne took that in with one nice, slow blink.

"A bat with nails in it." He said, and it made a hell of a lot of sense compared to the sensation he'd felt carrying the case. "You use it against anyone?"

"Some of the feds." Steve admitted, and even with his eyes on the road Wayne could tell he was being stared at.

Judged.

Not in the way one expected a rich kid to judge, but in the way Eddie had, those first few months he'd lived here. The times when he'd push, just a little, to see what Wayne's reaction would be.

Eddie hadn't done it in a damn long time, but Wayne recognized the behavior nonetheless.

"Anybody else?" He asked.

"Nobody human." Steve replied.

"Alright." Wayne said, and made a mental note to drop all questions related to that.

He didn't need to know, definitely didn't want to know, and had a feeling if he did know he'd find himself being watched by the same spooks after Steve.

"I've got a few deck boxes that lock on my porch. Think you'd be agreeable to leaving the bat in one?"

Steve paused, hand clenching tighter around the strap of his duffel bag. "If you gave me a key so I could get it in an emergency, I'd be happy to."

He tried to sound calm, even a little charming in that sort of upper-class businessman sort of way, but the fear bled through.

The kid wasn't happy separating from the bat, and given it sounded like it might have saved his life recently, Wayne understood the hesitation.

With an internal apology to Eddie, he promptly threw his nephew under the proverbial bus. "I've got my nephew at home and he'd be far too interested in it, is all. Blades and weapons and such tend to attract him, and I don't need to be rushing anyone to the ER."

All of which were very true facts (one Wayne learned the time he'd allowed Eddie to bring a sword home, only for him to nearly cut his own nose off winging the thing around) but he figured it might make Steve more amenable to separating from it.

Sure enough, some of the tenseness bled out of Steve's shoulders. "Yeah that's fair."

The truck hit a few potholes as they finally turned into the trailer park, and the kid hissed, a quiet sound.

Judging by the uncomfortable wince, and hands clenched into his jeans something painwise was giving him trouble.

"When was the last time you took a pain pill?" Wayne asked, doing his best to weave around the other holes that dotted the gravel roads.

Steve blinked. "Uh…"

"You take any today son?"

Steve his head.

"Didn't have time to grab it." He said, offering a sad look to his pack.

Course he hadn't.

"Let's get you inside then and get you some." Wayne said with a sigh. Thankfully Eddie's van wasn't here--Wayne was fairly certain he had band practice today but knowing him it could be a million other things.

Just meant he had to acclimate Steve as fast as he could, to try and get the poor guy settled before Ed’s came in.

He just hoped life and lady luck would work with him, for once.

#hands on knees #this is gonna have more than three parts fffffff #FAIR WARNING I do jump between Wayne and Eddie’s pov in this.#Everything Ive written so far while in parts for tumblr would basically be chapter 1 on A03 #Eddies POV change would be chapter two #Ugh Im gonna have to put this on A03. Dammit brain.#also I updated this very fast for me #no one get excited Idk the brain is doing #steddie #beat to shit Steve Harrington #wayne pov #outsider pov #wayne as a BAMF #I tried to get to the part where Eddie shows up but it just got too long for a tumblr post #pre steddie #wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve #tw injuries #0o0 fanfics #stranger things

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