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Spies AU - Complete

Part 1 Part 15 AO3

13th December 2015

Kas was dead.

The ghost that haunted the nightmares of Creel’s enemies was dead.

The legend was dead.

The news was met with both disbelief and scorn throughout the underworld.

Kas the Bloodyhanded had not only been real and just as deadly as all the rumours had said, but he had also gone down burning the mansion of the most ruthless and influential criminal boss in modern memory, stabbing his master in the back in the process.

It sounded like something out of a novel.

He had killed his boss for his sweetheart, the rumours said.

It gained him a new title.

Kas, The Betrayer.

People made it a whole romantic thing.

That Kas had found out his next job was to assassinate his sweetheart and he just couldn't do it because he was so in love, he turned on his boss, making sure his sweetheart was safe before he went to Creel’s mansion, the two of them perishing amongst the flames.

If Kas had been legendary before he was borderline mythical now.

Steve wrinkled his nose.

It was all twisted up with a rose coloured filter over the top, sweeping orchestral music and dramatic declarations of love.

The truth of it was dirtier, bloodier, tinged with fear and panic. It was slow and agonising and heartbreaking.

Kas hadn’t turned his back on Creel the second he was given the order to kill his sweetheart.

He had broken into Steve’s apartment and pointed a gun at him and intended to kill him.

And Steve had looked him dead in the eye, knowing that Eddie could have easily done just that.

But Steve also knew, down into his soul, that Eddie wouldn’t hurt him.

Kas might have, but Eddie would never.

He never doubted for a second, even when Eddie did, even when Eddie had thought he could still kill him.

But when it came down to it, Eddie’s eyes had been shiny, his lip was trembling and his hand had been shaking.

He knew Creel was watching him and was listening to make sure he went through with it. Because he suspected that Eddie had gone soft. That this was a line he couldn’t cross.

And he was right, though he didn’t need to know that at the time.

Eddie had shot, but he’d moved the gun, the bullet tearing through the communicator over Steve’s ear, destroying it.

Steve’s vitals flatlined like they had back when he’d taken that baseball bat to the back of the head and his communicator self-destructed.

The echo of the gunshot through Steve’s apartment had no sooner faded than Eddie had collapsed in on himself.

Steve had crumpled to the floor right along with him, wrapping himself around him, unable to break through Eddie’s sobs about how he’d just condemned his people to painful deaths because Creel would find out, of course he’d find out, and he’d make their deaths agonising and he’d make Eddie watch and-

Steve had to kiss him to quieten him, try to calm him down so he could get a word in edgewise.

It was wet and messy and gross but it did the job.

He was finally able to tell Eddie they had his people in their sights, it would just take one phone call to make them safe.

“Call them!” Eddie had his fists curled into Steve’s top, his face was wet and blotchy and red and he stared at Steve, practically shaking him. “Call them, sweetheart, please! I can’t- I can’t lose them, I can’t…”

Eddie broke down again, so Steve just held him tighter. He pulled Eddie’s hair away from his face and tried to continue soothing him, rocking him back and forth. He took his phone out and dialled.

Eddie was still shaking in his arms when he told the kids to eliminate their targets and call him back once it was done.

He held him close and tried to comfort him, to make him feel better, but Eddie was still convinced everything was hopeless.

When Steve tried to get him up off the floor and take him into his safe room, keep him as secure and sheltered and away from Creel for as long as he could, Eddie had refused to move.

He couldn’t hide, he couldn’t run.

He had to go get Robin.

Creel would be keeping an extremely close and suspicious eye on him, just in case he had managed to do exactly what he had just done.

Betray him.

Steve felt the panic starting to kick in again at the reminder that Robin had just been fucking attacked in the office but Eddie told him with a thick voice and a shake in his arms, like he expected Steve to lash out at him, that they weren’t going to kill her.

Creel wanted her.

It was barely a half an hour later when the kids had called back to say Eddie’s people were safe, they’d managed to eliminate their targets with terrifying efficiency, Eddie collapsed all over again. But there were no tears this time, just hyperventilating relief.

He wasn’t sure he believed it at first, Steve could tell from the look on his face, he was both relieved and a little disbelieving. He’d spent so long under Creel’s thumb, thinking that this was all his life was ever going to be until he died.

It was a little difficult to swallow that he was nearly out.

But eventually Steve managed to assure him that it happened. Freedom was just on the horizon and Steve would do anything to make sure Eddie got there.

Surprisingly the most difficult person to take down had been Billy. Steve would have expected it to be Connie, but apparently Billy just refused to stay down. And he played dirty.

All the kids had to come in and help with that one.

But Max had told him she’d taken great joy in crushing his balls and his head under her baseball bat.

In that order.

The next few hours were a whirlwind of activity.

Eddie gave Steve as much information as he could about Creel’s contingency plans and in return, Steve told Eddie about the night he and Robin came out to each other, telling him to use that if he needed her to play along.

Steve had then called Hopper and got him up to speed, getting him to bring in his most trusted Agents to help knee-cap Creel before he could run. Then all that was left was to follow Eddie to the office and then to the mansion at a distance.

He had to admit, it was a lot of dramatic flair to bust into Creel’s office when he did, but he had been given the perfect opening, how could he not respond to being called just a piece of ass?

But then everything had gone to shit.

Robin got stabbed, Eddie disappeared and a corner of the mansion had been blown to pieces, killing four Agents and severely injuring three.

The smoke and flames were only getting higher and Eddie hadn’t reappeared yet.

Hopper looked like he wanted to stop him going back in after he had gotten Robin to safety, but they both knew nothing was going to stop him finding his baby.

Steve had never felt fear like he did carrying Eddie out of that burning building.

Eddie was slipping in and out of consciousness, sometimes speaking, sometimes going completely limp and when he muttered “I love you” with his head lolling against Steve’s shoulder, Steve nearly broke down on the spot.

He tried to stop him, tried to convince the both of them that he didn’t want to hear it now, he wanted to hear it after, he wanted to hear it when Eddie was safe and whole and okay.

But Eddie was insistent and Steve would never be able to deny him anything.

Even as he sat and watched Eddie’s chest slowly rise and fall in his hospital bed, small and fragile and delicate, he knew he’d give Eddie anything he ever wanted for the rest of his life.

13th December 2015

“Um, hello?”

Steve looked up from his curled up position on the chair by Eddie’s bed.

He was met by the sight of three familiar faces peering around the doorframe, Jeff, Gareth and Grant looking in at him with polite masks, trying to hide their confusion about who this tired and worried stranger was sitting by their friends bedside.

“Hi.” Steve said, getting to his feet and wincing at the various cracks his joints let out, giving away that he’d been sitting in the same position for far too long.

Even though he’d been at this job for nearly ten years, it never got any less weird meeting people who had no idea who he was when he knew an extensive amount about them.

He shook their hands as they introduced themselves by name but then hesitated, trying to figure out how to introduce himself.

“Steve.” He said. “I’m his…” he glanced back at Eddie then towards the boys again. “I’m- I’m… his.”

The soft smiles they gave him in response were almost enough to break his heart all over again.

He turned back, gesturing them over to Eddie’s bedside, needing a moment to get himself under control.

Grant seemed to take pity on him, breaking the silence as they all sat down, the great big bear of a man settling himself down gently at Steve’s side while Gareth and Jeff sat at the opposite side of the bed.

“How’s he been?”

Steve swallowed through the emotions and managed a smile. “He’s been in and out. It’s gonna take a few months for him to heal. His lungs and chest will always be moving while he's breathing so it’ll be harder. But he’s really just sleeping off the worst of it at the moment.”

He wanted to reach out and take Eddie’s hand again, but he felt so awkward about it.

Gareth sighed, resting his elbows on the edge of the bed and holding his head in his hands. “We always knew it would be something stupid like this that got him.” He muttered, angry and worried all at once. “I mean, he’s a demolitions expert. Shouldn’t he know not to let a building collapse around him?”

“That’s not fair, Gare.” Jeff’s eyes flicked in between Steve and Gareth like he expected Steve to jump up and start defending Eddie’s honour, but Steve knew people and he knew Gareth was just fucking stressed and worried. He didn’t blame him. It would have been worse if he’d known what actually happened.

Gareth opened his mouth as if he was about to argue back but just as quickly deflated.

“I know. Maybe now Wayne will actually be able to convince him to retire.”

Steve nodded, hoping that he would also be able to convince Eddie to keep himself safe from now on too. But now that he thought about it-

“Where is Wayne?” He asked, realising that he hadn’t seen him yet. “I would have expected him to be breaking down the doors as soon as he heard.”

Jeff nodded. “He would have been if he could have. But there was an issue with his dialysis nurse. Apparently she just up and quit out of nowhere and he’s pissed. So he’ll be in once he has a new nurse sorted out.”

“Oh.”

Shit.

Maybe he should try to help with that. It was the least he could do, really.

“How come Eddie’s back in Hawkins anyway?”

Steve fidgeted with the hem of his sleeves. “Um… that would be me.” He said, unable to meet their eyes. “I thought he would want to be back here with you and with Wayne. I know I was probably overstepping, I’m sorry-”

A warm and gentle hand landed on his shoulder. “It’s okay, man. I think he’s gonna be very appreciative of it once he’s able to tell which way is up.” Grant said, his voice soft and comforting.

Steve gave him a small smile back and settled a little more comfortably in his chair.

It didn’t last very long though, because Jeff looked across the bed at him and asked in a curious voice, “So. How did you two meet?”

And fuck.

They hadn’t come up with any kind of story about that. When would they have had the time? In between running into each other on jobs or trying to scramble for their lives and the lives of their loved ones?

The three of them were looking at him expectantly and he had to figure out something.

“Oh, we uh… I guess it was when… um- so what happened was-”

“Tried to pickpocket him.” Eddie’s wheezing voice came from the bed. Four heads whipped around to look at him as he rubbed his cheek into the pillow, his eyes gleaming in Steve’s direction. “Then he shoved me into an alley and paid- paid me $20 to blow him.” Eddie’s words were stilted and slow, his breathing a little shorter and sharper than usual, not able to move his chest as he normally would but he was coherent and sure.

Steve’s face lit up fire truck red. “That’s not-” He stuttered, trying to keep the panic out of his voice.

He really wanted Eddie’s people to like him and this was not the way to do it.

“‘S how I remember it, sweetheart.”

Jeff and Grant sniggered to themselves while Gareth hummed, placing a hand against Eddie’s arm.

“Did you at least make it good for him?”

Eddie shrugged, just a little jerk of his shoulder on his uninjured side, wiggling around to face his friend.

“Worth every cent.”

Gareth nodded like he expected as much. “Not the worst thing you’ve ever done in an alleyway.”

Eddie grinned back. “Damn straight.”

Steve squirmed in his seat, still wanting to defend Eddie against his friends who were clearly only poking fun and not taking anything he said seriously.

It was the same kind of ribbing he’d get from Robin. Maybe not from the kids, but Robin would be going for his throat in the exact same way, especially if he scared her like Eddie must have done to his friends.

Steve let himself fade into the background, watching the four of them catch up around him.

Despite his pallid and tired face lying in the hospital bed, Eddie looked like he’d been given an injection of adrenaline, alight with energy being back around his friends again.

It made Steve so happy to see he wanted to fucking cry.

With slow and calculated movements, he managed to slip out of the room, mostly unseen. Eddie’s eyes flicked over to him once or twice but there was no fear or apprehension about being left alone in them, just a small ticking up at the corner of his mouth, letting Steve know it was okay, he was well taken care of here.

13th December 2015

Steve stayed gone a little longer than he had meant to.

He’d gotten on the phone with Robin, giving her an update on everything and like the two of them so often did, they ended up completely lost in conversation, it was only when she mentioned the kids had asked about how he and Eddie were doing that he remembered he needed to call them too.

The kids were beyond curious about Eddie, both about how he was healing and how on earth Steve had managed to bag such a badass assassin.

Steve frowned.

“Because I’m a badass super spy?”

“Well yeah.” Dustin agreed with an eye roll that Steve could hear. “We know that but Eddie sounds so cool and you’re just so…”

“I’m just so what, Henderson?”

“You’re just so… like… straight laced.”

“Okay, one: there’s nothing straight about me-”

“Well duh-”

“Two: I am definitely hot enough to bag someone like Eddie-”

“Ugh-”

“Keep giving me lip and I won’t let you meet him.”

“Steve.” Dustin sighed as if disappointed. “Your new boyfriend, partner, lover-”

“Oh god, don’t ever use that word again-”

“Whatever he is to you, is an assassin with a code name from D&D, what makes you think you can keep us away?”

“I’ll use my super sexy spy skills-”

“Stop-!”

“Keep him hidden away from little shithead gremlins-”

“We are all in our mid-twenties-”

“Don’t remind me-”

It went on like that for a while, as it usually did whenever he and Dustin devolved into bickering, neither of them able to get a full sentence out as they poked at each other.

“When was the last time you left the hospital grounds?”

Steve snapped his mouth shut, Max’s voice coming from nowhere through the phone while he and Dustin snapped back and forth, all the kids on speaker phone.

“I… I can take care of myself, Mayfield.”

“Uh-huh. Is that why you’re not answering the question?”

Steve pursed his lips.

“Oh, look at that! I’m going through a tunnel, bye!”

“Ste-!”

He hung up, knowing far too well that the argument that had surely broken out between the kids would take up enough time for him to come up with a proper excuse about why he’d been holed up in the hospital day in and day out and not at the hotel room provided by the Agency.

Shaking his head and seeing evening start to creep in through the windows, he decided some shitty vending machine coffee would be the best option for tonight, getting a second cup of decaf for Eddie in case he was still awake.

As he approached Eddie’s hospital room he noticed the door was now closed and based on his glimpse through the window, the boys had left. Eddie was sitting up though, propped up against his numerous pillows, which was a good sign.

Steve shouldered his way through the door, eyes on the cups in his hands.

“The kids are still crawling up my fucking ass about getting to meet you-”

Steve snapped his mouth shut, noticing the other figure in the room, sitting at Eddie’s bedside, a cane in one hand and an eyebrow raised.

Wayne.

Eddie was glancing between the two of them, not quite apprehensive but not quite gleeful either. Maybe a little nervous.

Steve blinked, still frozen in place while Wayne appraised him.

Eventually Wayne leaned back in his chair, fingers laced over his belly.

“S-Steve.” Steve said, by way of a truly pitiful introduction, like an idiot, given he was still standing there like a fish out of water.

“I know who you are.” Wayne answered, completely impenetrable. “Seems a bit sporty for you, Ed.”

“Wayne, be nice.” Eddie chastised his uncle, who didn’t take his eyes off Steve even as a slow smile curled over his face. “Look at him, the poor guy- s shaking in his trainers.”

Steve huffed, shoving his nerves down and finally getting his legs to start moving again, placing the decaf cup down on Eddie’s rolling table.

“Is this going to be my life now?” He asked the both of them. “Being teased mercilessly by everyone close to you?”

Eddie grinned at him, wide and toothy. “Absolutely.”

Steve threw himself down into the chair across from Wayne. “Well, nothing I’m not used to I suppose.”

Wayne was still smiling at him, his head tilted to the side in a move that was way too familiar, his eyes boring into Steve with an intensity he’d rarely wilted under before but Jesus Christ did he feel like wilting now.

“You’ve got kids?”

Steve felt his ears heat up.

“No, they’re… well the kids- or not kids, they’re in their twenties, but I took them under my wing a few years ago and I guess they stuck around-”

Wayne hummed, cutting him off and nodding his head.

“Ed always wanted kids.”

The squeak that left Steve’s throat was not something he would ever admit to under threat of death or torture, ever, ever, ever.

All his years of spy training, all his years of dedication and subterfuge and unflappable confidence went out the fucking window in the face of Wayne Munson, the most important person in Eddie’s life.

He couldn’t stand to look in Eddie’s direction.

“Oh, I- me… me too, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Wayne.” Eddie said a little more forcefully. “Leave him alone. I just managed to get- get my claws into him, I don’t need you… scaring him off.”

Wayne finally tore his gaze away and Steve felt like he could breathe again.

“You finally gonna listen to me and retire from that job?” Wayne asked, turning to Eddie. “Do something a little less dangerous?”

Eddie smiled at his uncle, eyes flicking to Steve and then back again. “Yeah, I think so.”

1st June 2016

Steve was fucking exhausted.

His last few months at work had been busier than usual, the vacuum of power Creel left in his wake giving all those on the lower rungs ideas about ascending to his level and neither Steve nor the Agency were about to let that happen.

But Jesus Christ, these people did not go down easy.

Steve grimaced as he stepped into the elevator up to his apartment, the small metal box closing him in with his own smell, stagnant water, fish and something oily and greasy.

His clothes were still damp from where he and his opponent had tumbled into the old breeding pool at the abandoned salmon farm and all he wanted to do was fucking shower.

Scrub himself until the top layer of skin was removed completely, fall into bed and then sleep away the rest of the night until Eddie got back from his visit to Hawkins tomorrow.

He was pretty sure he could almost see the cartoon grey cloud hanging over his head, his shoulders slumped, his head drooped and his footsteps plodding as he made his way down the hallway to his apartment.

Steve shoved his apartment door open and was met with a sensory overload.

The sounds of guitar and drums were vibrating through the air and the smell of something garlic and creamy hitting him as he closed the door behind him. The apartment was warm and the lights were already on.

His stomach grumbled so loud, he could hear it over the metal music and he was pretty sure his mouth was fucking watering.

As he stepped further inside, Steve was met with the sight of Eddie practically throwing himself around their kitchen, head swinging back and forth, knees kicking up, fist in the air while something bubbled in a saucepan on the stove.

Darkness imprisoning me

All that I see

Absolute horror

I cannot live

I cannot-

“Woah.” Eddie said as he turned and caught sight of him, completely unashamed about what he’d just been doing, but turning the music down anyway.

Steve watched him, a little dazed, his posture still slumped and probably looking like a damp, kicked puppy.

“What happened to you, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, stepping closer. “Rough day at the office?”

Steve blinked at him, overwhelmed and bone tired.

“You’re here.”

Eddie grinned at him, stepping closer again. “I’m here.”

Steve took a few steps back with his hands up though all he wanted to do was just fall into him.

“I wouldn’t.” He frowned, even as he said it. “I smell like shit.”

Eddie’s brow wrinkled but he still continued to approach. “I don’t care.” He said, even as he couldn’t help the scrunch of his nose. “Is that fish?”

Steve grimaced as Eddie’s fingertips touched his cheek, the thick layer of grime he could feel over him making him squirm.

“Okay.” Eddie said, giving in to Steve’s clear discomfort. “You go shower and I’ll finish up your dinner. Sound good?”

Steve’s shoulders fell again, but this time in relief and he shot Eddie what must have surely been a grateful if not lovesick smile.

“Yeah.” He sighed out.

Eddie sent him off to the bathroom with a wink, the volume of the music climbing again behind Steve as he walked away, though not as loud as it had been.

Steve shuddered to himself as he peeled his clothes off, barely wasting any time between getting naked and throwing himself into the shower, not even bothering to switch it on first.

He could deal with the cold spray until it got warm.

His muscles unwound themselves and his brain finally started to get a bit quieter as the smells around him slowly changed from disgusting fish and old water smells to the soapy fresh smells of his shampoo and body wash.

Steve was no stranger to taking time in the shower, making sure he gave his hair all the love and attention it needed but tonight he stayed even longer, just letting the hot water melt his muscles into a puddle.

He had his forehead against the shower tiles, letting the water hit his back. He didn’t even jump when the door slid open behind him and a pair of tattooed arms wrapped around him to hold him tight, warm and comforting.

“Are you letting dinner burn again?” Steve asked, turning his head a little against the tile to glance over his shoulder.

Eddie was watching him with dark eyes, his lips pressed against Steve’s neck.

“No. I’m keeping it warm in the oven for you. And I’ve only ever burned dinner once.”

“Because you’re insatiable.”

“Because I love you.”

Steve pressed his arms down over Eddie’s, keeping them in place around him.

“I love you too.”

“I know.” Eddie hummed into his neck, not kissing, just dragging his lips up and down with the lightest of touches, lightly trailing his fingers down Steve’s stomach.

Steve tipped his head back as Eddie began to press his palm against him, working him up to full hardness in almost no time and sucking at the skin just below his jaw.

He was just starting to get lost in the rhythm of thrusting his hips forward when Eddie removed his hand, turning Steve by the shoulder and guiding him to lean back against the tile wall.

He watched with hooded eyes as Eddie slowly lowered himself to his knees, barely settling his weight down before he took Steve into his mouth and straight down to the back of his throat.

Steve’s eyes rolled and his head dropped back to thunk against the tiles. Eddie had his hands splayed over his hips, holding him down and Steve dug his fingers into the wet curls atop his head, not gripping or pulling, just resting there, content enough to feel the small bobbing motions.

“Baby,” he panted, tilting his head back down and watching Eddie look up at him with those huge eyes, lips red, cheeks hollow and fully hard. “Touch yourself, please.”

Even though his mouth was stretched around Steve’s cock, he still somehow managed to grin, knowing Steve was desperate to see him enjoy himself as well.

Steve brought his other hand up from where it was hanging limp, using it to tangle his fingers with the one Eddie still had on his hip, holding on tight while he was brought to the edge in record time, spilling down Eddie’s throat embarrassingly quickly while Eddie worked himself in his hand.

If Steve had thought he felt boneless before, it was nothing on what he felt now, his legs shaking and his mind calm and quiet while Eddie stood, just in time to cum all over Steve’s stomach.

He looked down as it was all slowly washed away under the stream of water then back up when Eddie hooked a finger under his chin, guiding him into a slow and sweet kiss, full of love and affection.

“Are you feeling up to dinner?” He asked, soft against Steve’s lips. “Or do you just want to go straight to bed?”

Steve blinked at him slowly, his eyelids feeling weighted down.

“I need to eat.” He muttered.

He’d love nothing more than to go straight to bed, but he couldn’t let all of Eddie’s hard work cooking him food go to waste. He’d never missed a dinner Eddie had made him and he didn’t intend to start now.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want the food Eddie made him, he very much did and it had smelled divine but he wasn’t completely sure he would be able to stay awake through the whole thing.

And he’d missed him.

Eddie had been gone for a few days already by the time he’d been called out on his latest mission and Steve had ached to have him near again. He wanted to be close and he couldn’t force Eddie into bed with him when it was barely even seven in the evening.

Eddie was watching him with those burning and intense eyes like he was picking apart all of Steve’s thoughts and scanning through them, cataloguing them and tucking them away for later.

“Okay.” He smiled against his lips. “You want me to help you dry off and get dressed?”

Steve tipped his head to the side, burying his nose into Eddie’s neck and pulling him in tight.

“I’m just glad you’re home.”

Eddie squeezed him back.

“I’m glad I’m home too.”

25th March 2023

Steve settled his gun harness around his shoulders, so lost in thought he nearly jumped when Eddie rounded the corner and leaned against their closet doorway.

“Something on your mind?” Eddie asked, arms crossed, the black of his wedding band stark against his skin, the only jewellery he was wearing this early in the morning.

Steve nodded, bucking himself in. He took the few steps forward until he was in Eddie’s space, running his hands up and down his arms.

“Do you remember what one of the first things Wayne said to me was?”

A crease appeared in Eddie’s brow to go along with the confused smile on his face.

“That you were too sporty for me?”

Steve shook his head, gripping Eddie’s arms tighter.

“He asked me if I had kids.”

Eddie’s mouth drew into a tight line.

“Not this again, sweetheart, please-” he moved to pull away but Steve held him tighter, keeping him in place. He knew that if Eddie wanted to break out of his grip he could have but he felt a small little bit of relief when he stayed where he was.

“And he said you always wanted kids too.”

“I did. I do. You know I do. But we’ve talked about this so many times-” Eddie sighed, pressing his forehead against Steve’s collarbone. “Your job is too dangerous. We can’t expose kids to that.”

“When I first took in the Party, they were practically kids.”

“They were teens. That’s different. We don’t need kids to have a full marriage.”

Steve nosed into Eddie’s hair, cupping the back of his head.

“But you want them. I want them.”

Eddie just burrowed in deeper. “But we don’t need them.”

“I don’t want to die with regrets, baby. I don’t want to be old and grey and thinking I shouldn’t have let my job get in the way of life with you.” He placed a kiss against Eddie’s temple. “And you’d be so pretty with children swinging out of you.”

That got Eddie to laugh. “Oh yeah, real pretty. You get to swan off and shoot people in the face. Meanwhile I’m back here, trying to handle fucking… Spider-Man birthday parties or something.”

“You’d love it.” Steve grinned, bringing his hands up to cup Eddie’s face, pulling his head back just enough to look at him. “You love being my little house husband.”

Eddie turned his head, grinning into Steve’s palm.

“I do.”

“I’ll talk to Hopper when I get back, okay? See if I can transition over to training duty for new recruits or something.”

“Really? You’d give up your dream position for that?”

Steve dipped forward, pressing a slow, sweet kiss against Eddie’s lips.

“You’re my dream, baby.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, but brought his hands up to circle Steve’s wrists.

“Who taught you such sappy talk?”

“You did.”

Steve brought him in for another kiss, just as sweet and just as loving as the last. They were only broken apart when his watch beeped.

“I have to go.”

Eddie walked him down to the front door, lingering just inside the threshold.

Steve kissed him again, squeezing his hand.

“I’ll talk to him when I get back.”

Eddie nodded, a hopeful smile on his face.

“When you get back.”

A week later Steve would open his eyes to Eddie’s tear streaked face by his hospital bed, whispering to him angry and devastated, “If you ever do that to me again, I swear to god sweetheart, I’ll take you out myself.”

Steve just gave him a weak grin in return, squeezing his hand.

18th August 2023

Steve groaned as he blinked his eyes open. His back was still aching after being amateurly tied to that chair for however long. Being kidnapped was such a drag.

“I want to have kids with you.”

Steve blinked down at Eddie curled up against his chest, the morning light giving him a soft halo of light as he turned his head, chin digging into Steve’s sternum, eyes bleary and tired.

Like he hadn’t slept a wink all night.

“What?”

“I thought-” Eddie tightened his arms momentarily, not enough to aggravate Steve’s back, but enough that he could feel it. “I thought you were gone. For a few terrible moments after Chrissy called… I thought you were gone. And I kept thinking that I’d missed it. I’d missed out on it. That I could never have it again because you were gone and I’d never get to see you hold our baby or push our kid on the swings or help them get ready for their first prom. You were gone and I’d missed my chance and I’d never have it again. I’d been so scared. I was so scared. I don’t want to be scared anymore, I’ve done enough of that in my life.” Eddie’s voice had started to crack and he buried his face back into Steve’s chest.

Steve felt like his heart was breaking.

“Baby-”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was scared. I didn’t think- I thought we’d have more time-”

“Hey. Hey, baby, come here.” Steve pulled at Eddie’s shoulders, unable to drag Eddie up his body but making his wants known. Eddie sniffled into his chest hair but wiggled his way up the bed regardless, burying his face into Steve’s neck while Steve enveloped him as much as he could.

“We have time. We have all the time in the world. Don’t jump into anything you’re not sure about-”

“I’m sure.” Eddie pushed himself up onto his elbows, his eyes red and his nose running. “I’m sure. I’ve been sure for a while, I just didn’t know how to- I kept putting off telling you, waiting for a better moment.”

“It’s alright.” Steve soothed, running his hand through Eddie’s hair, already knowing he’d give him everything. “It’ll be a big commitment, what with my back-”

Something like hope was starting to dawn on Eddie’s face, as if Steve could have ever thought of denying him anything.

“We’ll make it work. And you can walk again. Plus we’ll be getting your car soon, with the push pull pedals. We’ve fought bigger battles than this before.”

Steve smiled at him.

“Yes we have.”

Eddie kissed him, wet and messy and elated.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He whispered against his lips.

“I love you too, baby.”

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It's done! Thank you so much, everyone for your support through this story, it's one of my favourites I've ever written and I LOVED how completely unhinged everyone was with me while we screamed about these two boys.

The song Eddie is listening to in the kitchen is One by Metallica, an absoloute banger of a song. It in no way is symbolic or reflective of his internal thoughts, it's just a song that fucking slaps. 😅

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Big thanks as always to @hbyrde36 for the magnificent beta work and to the @strangerthingswritersguild for their motivation and of course I also have @steddielations to thank for planting the seed of this idea in the first place with their own spies ficlet so a big thank you to everyone! 😊

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