Steve Harrington

In Hopper's cabin, Eleven and Mike were talking on the porch. In the living room was Angel, 16 years old and 5'2" tall. El's biological sister, she had twice her potential: if Eleven could flip a van, Angel could lift a building.
Steve Harrington arrived in his car to pick her up. Hopper stared at him:
— Two hours, Harrington.
"Understood, Chief," Steve replied nervously. Angel stood up, wearing one of his coats.
Steve took her to a hill away from the Vecna ​​ravines and prepared snacks on the hood of the car.
"This is what we have for the end of the world," he joked.
"It's perfect, Steve," she smiled.
Their romance wasn't official due to the circumstances, but the connection was strong.
"I feel like the pressure is going to fall on me because of what I do," Angel confessed, fearfully.
Steve held their hands:
— You're twice as strong as anyone, but you're not alone. You have El, Hopper... and me. I'm good with a nail stick. No one's going to overwhelm you.
Angel smiled. Fixing her eyes on an empty can, she effortlessly transformed it into a floating metal rose, without a single nosebleed.
— For my babysitter knight.
Steve put the gift away and kissed her calmly. Then, he embraced her from the side under the dark sky.

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