My wife. · Y/n story by @Snakeysophie

The atmosphere in Squawk is downright depressing. Downcast eyes, heavy sighs, and oppressive silence. The old Winnebago, your current base of operations, feels smaller than ever, thick with the smell of stale coffee and defeat.

Nancy Wheeler

We can't just sit here and do nothing.

She looks up as she speaks, her eyes scanning the cramped space. You see the same guilt she feels reflected in the faces of the others slumped on benches and the floor.

Steve Harrington

Yeah.

He runs a hand through his hair, a gesture of pure frustration.

Steve Harrington

We have no idea what he's doing to her. He doesn't even need her for his evil, world-destroying plan. It doesn't make sense.

Dustin Henderson

shakes his head with a sigh I just don't get it.