WARNING — drug talk

the smell of sweat and pure drugs immediately filled your nose as you stepped into the maximoff's apartment. drugs. the only thing that kept you sane. your high has been wearing off, and the only place to get some good ones for a small price was here. piles and piles of needles, spoons, syringes, and bottles covered the whole floor, making it impossible to get across the room. you tipped-toed your way, trying not to get infected by some new disease developing in the room.

you knocked at the burgundy door, waiting for anyone on the other side to answer. you scanned the room, confused on the mess. pietro usually kept his place clean since he lives with wanda. you thought it was ironic since he sold drugs.

he would usually have groups of druggies filling the room, catcalling you, pressuring you into doing extreme narcotics, but it was actually the opposite. no one was here, the place was silent, and it seemed peaceful, almost scary.

the door slightly creaked open as a familiar dirty blonde appeared. his slim face looked at you up and down, then opened the door ajar. you slipped in, immediately rushing over to his lonely twin bed. he closed the door, the locks making clicking sounds as he twisted them all.

"ah yes, my favorite customer and friend, what can i get for you," he spoke with his sovokian accent pushing out, walking to his drug corner.

it was a simple set up, his lawn table and chair, with a bunch of cabinets filled with narcotics. you sat on his bed, hiding your public excitement.

"you know the usual," you pulled your phone, the screen liting up to 12 missed calls from chase, you shut it off, and with a huff, you threw it across the bed. you fell back on the bed, having the big fluff swallow you up. you wanted to drown in it. the comfort and silence gave you purpose of some kind. pietro's interest piked, "why so sad, printcessa," pietro licked the rolling paper, wrapping the weed up.

"chase, he's been bothering me since i quote on quote cheated on him."

pietro made a tsk sound, slightly grinning to himself. you immediately got up from the comfort of your own and looked at him. "what do you mean by that," you had a visibly embarrassed face. it's not like your sex life wasn't a huge deal on your part. sure, you would've loved to sleep with as many people chase slept with, but you knew the consequences, which stopped you many times before.

pietro burst into laughter, "you know what i mean by it."

"pietro! it's not funny, he's practically gonna kill me," you laid back down, fiddling with your fingers. picking the dead skin from your cuticles, making them tinted to a bright red. you cursed at yourself, sucking the red up.

"i already "cheated" on him, now i'm ignoring him," you mumbled with your finger in your mouth. anxiety seeped in you. you were starting your bad habits to your body again. picking on it, scratching different places, scars, and marks laid in the sea of skin.

"then don't go back," pietro started cutting the pure cane, dabbling them on the credit card, feeling the sugar on his finger buds. you looked at him with tender eyes, "you know i can't, i would technically be homeless."

"then stay with wanda and me! sleep in wanda's room, and we all be a happy family," pietro waved his arms, expressing his happiness into something other than words. you lightly chuckled at him, you loved the boy you really did, and you loved wanda, but you didn't see them being part of something that was your problem. chase would find you eventually, and staying at the twin's place would be like suicide.

"it's fine piet, i'll be good on my own right now," you got up, walking to his station, looking down at him.

"well, that will be $40."

you reached your hands to your pockets, dropping each drop of change on the table, the alloy coins making sound each time it made tension on the surface. you dropped everything on the table, bundles of 1 dollar bills, anything you could find. pietro looked at you in the eyes, he counted up the money. you both silently stayed in that moment. he gathered the money up, giving it back to you, the drugs staying in position.

"w- what?"

"printcessa, you only have 15," you nodded, your face flushed with confusion, "you have rent to pay and need money for food. save it up."

"pi- pietro i- i don't care about rent, chase got that covered," you were getting very jumpy, you tried searching your pockets for more money, pietro grabbed your hands trying to calm you down.

"pietro— don't have fucking heart right now. i'm having a bad day, and i just need something right now."

pietro's eyes settled with difficulty. your eyes pleaded with his. you were trembling more than usual, scratching the dead skin off your arm.

a booming knock bounces from the door to your ears. making you jump, holding your heavy chest, trying not to topple over. pietro scurries his way to the door, clicking each lock off, revealing a short brown-haired look-alike, holding a bag of leftovers in hand.

wanda smile drops as she pushed pietro out of the way and grabbed you by the waist, causing her to drop the bag, "i have been calling you this whole week, but now you wanna show up just for drugs!"

"wanda, baby. this is a very hostile situation," wanda glanced down at her hands, then forcibly she lets go, flooded with anger. pietro choked on his laugh, making wanda more enraged by the minute. while the girl picks her bag of food, setting it down on the bed. you stared her down as she stayed silent. you kind of thought it was bitchy that she was mad at you. even if you didn't call her back, you didn't even have to? you knew wanda has this parent figure over you, but you didn't need her to be your mom.

"pietro, gimme the fucking drugs, i have to go," you raised your hand out, five steps away from the door. you were now starting to get angry. this week was filled with up and downs, and the only up you wanted is sniffing a cloud of fresh freedom, but apparently, you can't have it. it was a bullshit instant, but pietro gave it to you anyway. you started to walk away, but he stopped you.

"you have to pay me back, though," you swiftly turned around, furrowing your eyebrows, your eyes guiding him to continue, "look, i love you, but your debt is about 600 dollars worth of drugs, and if you don't start paying soon i have to cut you off."

you pushed his hands off your body, "bullshit! piet, we're best friends, and you have higher customers. nag them once in a while for more dough."

pietro knew what you were saying was true, but he was short, and right now, his rich customers don't want anything to do with him, but he couldn't tell you or wanda that. his guilted eyes looked at wanda, pleading for help. wanda rolled her eyes, gulping the last of her chicken down her throat.

"maybe you should work with me at the diner, rose went out and quit, and we all know we need more dames."

you looked at the both of them like they were aliens.

you, and work?

yeah, that was not gonna happen. you groaned, rubbing your temples from the raging migraine you had. you did need money for rent, and you had to pay pietro back. you knew that. and stealing money from chase wasn't gonna work anymore with the thousand of girls he's fucking.

clicking your tongue, you gave in, "yeah, sure, i'll work for it, i don't even care anymore." wanda silently clapped, the same as her twin. you looked at the both of them, seeing the younger version of themselves years ago.

you reminisce on how shitty all you guys looked now, but it silently made you smile. you missed the random celebration you guys had over small happy things. now you barely see them only for drugs or small comfort, and maybe this would give you a chance to talk to wanda again.

you rolled your eyes, smirking as you walked out the door.

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i really fucking hate this chapter with all my fucking heart but i needed to established some of y/n's relationships and build to the next chpater so 🤵‍♀️

ALSO this is the last pre-written chapter (i already have chapter 7 in the works) so im sorry if updates are slower

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