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[okay Steve my boy. Here's a young man who is worriedly pacing the street and wringing his hands. This is normal.

Except every electronic he passes as he walks briefly go on the fritz as he moves by as if his anxiety energy is effecting things]

[You know, it seemed like a good idea at the time to always equip webslingers. Too bad Miles he didn't take into account that a web capsule could jam, break, and release some of that web prematurely. So now you have a young man on the sidewalk kind of frantically try to get rid of some of the web leaking out from under one of his sleeves]

[ Set some unspecified time before s2 or s3?! whatever, my bff continuity. Also forgive my suck, okay.

Everything is still... really strange. No matter how things had turned out. Will was okay, finally, but it's still like nothing's quite right. You can't just forget that stuff. The scar on his hand and the dark circles he still sees sometimes under Will's eyes remind him every day. So, sue him, he's preoccupied. He spends too long staring into his locker before he suddenly turns, closing the door and

oops, literally runs right into Steve? Shit. ]

S- Sorry...

{ It's Saturday night, around 10. The Wheelers (except Mike) are away in Indianapolis for the weekend. Nancy had said it was for shopping or something. Will's home from running his campaign with his friends - at Dustin's house tonight, since Mike is staying over there. Mom's home and watching a movie with Will before he goes to bed. Jonathan's feeling a little restless. He's pretty sure there was some stupid party going on tonight, but with Nancy gone, he has even less of a reason to go. Not that he would have been invited anyway, so...

He tells Joyce he's taking off for a walk or a drive or something, and she tells him to be careful, but doesn't argue, only shoving a flashlight at him, "just in case." After all, he has his camera bag. It's a clear night - not a bad day to take some shots of the sky. He kinda likes the way the trees cut across the darkness, darker than the sky itself. Out in the areas near his house there's no streetlights to ruin it.

And, of course, he gets super into it, stopping every so often to change up his film. He doesn't let himself dwell on what happened around here, on what happened to the people he cares about, because it's over and done, and if he can't trust Castle Byers in the woods to be safe, what can he trust. Photography will always be his distraction.

Also, being distracted, he doesn't realize how far he's gone, exactly. He's crunching through the underbrush, cracking sticks with his feet. ... And then he trips, too, but you know, shit like that happens. Ankle is now officially bothering him but he should still be able to walk...

But maybe the weird animal sounds behind Steve's house and the dark movement of something in the brush might be concerning to anyone inside. Who knows. ]

[ from HERE ]

[ look she even does him a solid and waits until 30 minutes later before she's snagging the keys to her mom's car and coming to get him. it'll be fine. she'll pick him up, get him home, and maybe when he wakes up tomorrow he won't even remember texting her. maybe he'll think robin got him. or like- anybody but her. anything that won't complicate things more. somehow.

she just needs to make sure he's safe.

god, hawkins parties suck so bad.

she sighs when she cuts the ignition across the street from the party, and there's people on the front lawn but none of them are steve, and that means

that means she needs to venture into the loud, crowded party. it's fine. find steve, get out. simple. easy. especially because she knows there's been a cinnamon incident. she finds him in the kitchen, covered in cinnamon, wow, and glaring at his phone like it's massively betrayed him. they don't call her nancy drew for nothing. ]

Hey. [ she's doing her best to look stern without going full babysitter on him or anything, not wanting to attract the wrong kind of attention. ] --I know, I know, I'm the worst, but I needed to make sure you were okay. C'mon, I'm parked out front.

[ from here. ]

I'm not DOUBTING them

I'm skeptical. It's called reasonable skepticalness.

[ from here. ]

You could be like conspiring with Robin or something

Which I mean okay I GET that and I guess that's cool

but less cool when it's me

[ He promised shitty Chinese food and a care package and so, after the clock hits 3 pm, Steve is out the door and in his BMW with a bag of nearly expired junk food that Keith won't miss and a bottle of aspirin that he got from the convenience store down the block on his break, as well as a bottle of water.

And so, roughly a half hour later, he's pulling up to Eddie's with that bag as well as several cartons of Chinese take out, kicking the door to his car shut before stepping over to the door and knocking at it with his elbow. ]

Open up, Munson. Got a delivery for you.

[ It had been a few weeks since everything went to shit in Hawkins — or at least, more to shit than usual.

Steve had been splitting most of his time between volunteering down at the school and working his shitty retail job at his shitty video store that was miraculously still standing because his shitty manager decided that clearly people still needed VHS rentals in their life at a time like this. Fortunately, their hours had been severely cut back, leaving him time to check in on the others and slowly begin to plot out next steps with them. For the time being, they were regrouping and licking their wounds in a manner of speaking. Max was still hospitalized, but the rest of them had been discharged after signing what was beginning to look like their annual stack of government NDAs.

And so, while Nancy and Jonathan worked on digging up whatever they could find on the Creels, Steve worked on slapping band-aids on the rest of the party — figuratively and literally. From keeping an idle eye on Dustin's ankle to driving Lucas to the hospital to even going by the grocery store to load up on general staples for the others, Steve did what he could to keep his mind from lingering too long on the multiple near brushes with death that they'd all had. That Max was still having.

Which is why he loads his BMW up with groceries and makes his way over to Eddie's.

When he pulls up, he steps out of the car and grabs a couple bags, making his way to the door. ]

Munson, it's me. [ With that, he shifts the bags in his hand and knocks at the door awkwardly. ] Come on, I've got more in the car.

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this was not who I intended to hit you up with but, oh, oops my finger slipped

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