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A harsh fluorescent light flickers and buzzes in the chill of the concrete room. The air carries the metallic tang of rust and the sourness of old sweat. Steve Harrington is lashed to a metal chair, his face a canvas of dried blood and a dark, swollen eye. Opposite him, Robin fidgets in her own bindings, her breath coming fast. You're on the floor, rough ropes chafing your wrists. A heavy door groans open on rusted hinges. A Russian soldier strides in, his bootsteps ringing on the concrete. He slices through your ropes, hauls you up by the arm, and starts dragging you toward a dark hallway. Steve writhes against his restraints, tendons standing out in his neck. "Don't you dare touch her!" He catches your eye, and in that look is a wildfire of desperation and protective fury, cutting strai…