revivalproject | Out from ruins once possessed

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Out from ruins once possessed

Who: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Albert Wesker
What: Collecting Radioactive Samples for Wesker
Where: Temba Green 22 ✧ Laboratories
When: Early/Mid Month
Warnings: TBD

"So- when he gives me my shit, I say we hike out to some clearing and smoke under the stars," Eddie mused as they walked, though hiking didn't seem so appealing in the moment. Why'd this place have to be so far away? "You know, that way we don't have to worry about Max walking in on us or anything?" Not 'cause he thinks she has a delicate constitution or anything, but because he's not sure he trusts his non-sober self to refuse her if she asked to join. And he had a feeling Harrington would object to any of his nuggets seeing him messed up.

He pulled up the map again, attempting to orient them and make sure they were still heading the right way. "Should be just around here if I'm reading this right."

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Steve looks down at himself. The wrist that got him first was the most obvious. The one that got his side seems to have only gotten the shirt, really. There's an itch on his ankle that makes him check there to see another shallow scratch. Nothing too bad though. Nothing that is gonna kill him anytime soon.

"Nah, I am good. Only looks like they got two good hits. At least with the thorns."

He smirks up at Eddie. "You're not too bad with that bat..."

"Yeah we'll see if we bruise up," Eddie shares a small laugh, "We're going to look like we had a very good time or a very bad one."

He gets a bit bashful then and shrugs, "You just got here man, you can go running off and dying on me yet."

It's a mirror of the conversation they had just recently. Steve telling Eddie that he just got him back and didn't want to lose him again. The idea that Eddie could be seeing him the same way is like a shock to the system. For a moment Steve doesn't even know what to do with it except feel vaguely warm. Cared for, maybe.

It's nice.

"I'm not going anywhere, Eddie. If the Upside Down didn't take me out, plants aren't gonna."

"You better not." He fixes Steve with a faux hard look, but doesn't last long before breaking into a small, absently shooing the creepy little creatures away. "M'getting used to having you around. Let's get you home and get some water in you before your head gets any worse. Then I can pick up our payment."

"Yeah?" Steve snorts a laugh and gets to his feet so he can extend a hand to Eddie. "It's been barely a week. Give it a month or so and get back to me. I promise, two migraines and you're gonna be looking for a new roommate."

Speaking of, he needs that water an hour ago.

"Lead the way. If I have to think about directions, I might just start steaming from the ears."

"Doubtful."

Taking the hand up, Eddie gives Steve's back a tired pat once he's upright, turning them in the right direction.

"Just think about how good that weed's going to be," he encourages, moving to take the lead. He takes them at a slow pace to avoid straining Harrington any more than they have to.

"Maybe we should invest in some sunglasses for you or something. Those help sometimes, right?"

"Mmhmm..." He squints as the lights start to hurt but it's no worse than before. Just a new thing to avoid if he wants to not camp out here all night. But something tells him Eddie wouldn't allow that. Probably would carry him back at that point which... Yeah. It's nice to have a friend who cares like that.

"They kind of come out of nowhere. Usually I can tell when it's starting and just stay in a dark room or something till its over. This one... I don't know. It seems like it came out of nowhere."

Eddie nods, slowing up a little more as make it out where the air feels a little fresher, breathing it in deep, and hoping it helps Steve in the meantime, 'cause he's not sure what he can do.

"We could blindfold you," he offers, mostly teasing, holding up his bandana with a smirk, "But then you'd have to trust me to actually guide you back and not drop you in a hole somewhere. Or you know...I could shut up. That'd probably help."

"Nah, you're distracting, actually. In a good way."

He looks at the blindfold and his stomach flips for a second. Nausea, probably. He shakes his head. "I don't think I want to put all that work on you. I can still see alright. No auras or tunneling yet. If either of those happen, I might just take you up on it."

He breathes deep and walks quietly for a moment before:

"What was that thing we saw, there? The big thing?"

"Never heard that before," Eddie laugh, grinning and thinking back on how many times in his life he's been called a distraction- and not in the good way. Who would have thought Steve Harrington was the kind of dude Eddie could be himself around?

"It's here if you want it," he promises.

There's silence for a beat before Eddie answers honestly. "...I dunno. But I didn't like it. It didn't feel...right?" His nose wrinkles. It's the best way he can think to describe it. "...you think he'll give me a hard time for not collecting a bit of it too?"

"If he wants a sample of that thing, he can get it himself. Not even for truck of weed would I get near it close enough to touch. Especially with the vines."

He pulls up his tablet and looks at the picture he took of it. It looks a little distorted from the shot which is annoying but still, you can see what it is. Steve passes it over to Eddie.

"Honestly, I don't think it's organic. It looks...I don't know. Not that."

Eddie frowns at the picture and rubs at the bridge of his nose with a sigh. He's clearly too tense, he's giving himself a damn headache to match Steve's.

"You think it's dangerous?" It felt dangerous.

"I think that it was probably the reason that dickhead sent us to get flowers instead of going himself." Steve increasingly is feeling like they were set up. And, worst of all, Eddie was supposed to go by himself. He could have fucking died.

"Did you piss him off or something? Because that was seriously fucking dangerous and you would have walked in without even a weapon."

Given his tendency to piss people off, Eddie has to think for a second, reflecting back on his interactions with the guy before shaking his head, not looking entirely sure.

"I don't think so? Haven't really had the chance to..." he says, handing Steve's device back with a frown.

Steve takes it back and frowns deeper. "So he just decided you were expendable then. Awesome. What was his name again?"

Steve can't help but think about what would have happened if Eddie had been on his own. Grabbing a flower before a vine smacked him. The thorns maybe cutting him up. Jesus. Who sent someone into a situation like that without warning?

"You're not doing favors for him again. I don't care if he's got a fully grown pot plant and the cure for cancer."

Yeah, well...he's not wrong there. Eddie's generally been viewed as pretty expendable; enough that he's internalized the feeling quite a bit. "Wesker."

He wonders if the guy knew what he was sending him into or really was just too busy and important to go look at some plants.

"Mmm," Eddie nods, but doesn't quite promise.

Steve cuts a sharp look at Eddie's non-committal response. It's a mistake because the quick motion makes his vision swim enough that he stumbles. "God...ground is...super uneven," he grumbles in a weak excuse.

"I'll talk to Wesker. See what his deal was," Steve says firmly. "He owes us a lot more than just something that was originally yours anyways. At the very least an explanation."

Eddie slows up and without acknowledging it grabs Steve's arm to sling over his shoulder so he can help support him, brow furrowed with concern.

"I can talk to him," he insists, less worried about that at the moment that he is about Steve.

Steve would normally complain or maybe even push Eddie off. It says something about his current state that he instead leans into Eddie without even token hesitation. He even closes his eyes for a second, just to give himself a break as he lets Eddie maneuver them both.

"We can both do it," he concedes uncharacteristically. Another glaring sign. "Either way, he can't just get away with this shit."

Eddie seems to know it's best not to draw attention to it, there's no teasing for once, he just keeps on walking.

"Both works," Eddie concedes, "Dude better pay up, I am noooot in the mood to deal with that shit."

"He's paying up," Steve says as firmly as he can manage. "There is no way that he is getting away with sending us there and just patting us on the head. I'll eat the flowers before I hand them over to him without our payment."

He groans a little. "We can do that tomorrow. Today I think I am gonna...Just sleep this off."

The determination earns a fond smirk, and Eddie nods, though he's quickly distracted with worry again.

"I can tape up some sheets over the windows. Make it extra dark." He'll be quiet and everything, no music, no fussing or fiddling. On his best behaviour.

"You don't have to do that, man. Last time I had a really bad migraine, my parents were home and had a whole party going on downstairs. They used the room across from mine as the coat room and kept clicking the lights on and off like all night. I survived. I promise, I am used to dealing with this."

He neglects to mention how his mother kept also turning the light on his room, complaining he shouldn't be sleeping all day. That honestly had been worse than any of the other shit combined.

"Why wouldn't I?" He looks baffled at the thought that he would do anything to knowingly make it worse for Steve right now. "It'll take like two seconds, and it'll help, right?"

God, Steve's parents frustrate the hell out of Eddie the more he hears, completely shattering the image he's held onto all these years about how 'King Steve' grew up.

"Once you're settled I can go grab some painkillers and shit. Does that work on migraines?"

Steve looks at Eddie, sort of confused and stunned. Why is he going out of his way when Steve told him he didn't have to? He let him off the hook. Didn't that mean that he would be thankful and take the out? But instead Eddie was spinning it back around: why wouldn't he help out when he could? Steve has no idea what to say to that.

He has no idea what to say to the other question, either.

"Uh. I don't...know? I never really went to a doctor for anything official and the only painkillers I had in the house were in the first aid kit which, you know. Serves a higher purpose than killing a headache, as you now know." He laughs, amused at the idea of using anything in it on something as banal as a migraine when monsters are amuck.

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lol, *can't* go running off, pretend I said *can't*

LOL I read it right in my head

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lol, can't go running off, pretend I said can't