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The glass of the window in her room was dirty. Thats all Wanda thought about as she sat in her makeshift bench by the window. It hadn't been cleaned in, well, years maybe. Dirty fingerprints and water stains covered it but honestly she couldn't be more disinterested. A book lay in her lap, unread as she stared out. Not thinking of anything in particular.
She wakes with a start, peeling her cheek off of the cold window and staring pointedly at her twin. He had yanked the blanket from her lap and with it the book went flying. "What, Piet?" She mumbled, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of her room.
"Get ready, Madga wants us to be downstairs for a 'family breakfast.'" His face scrunches up when he says the word, and its smug when he purposely puts his hand on the glass, leaving a handprint.
She shoos him out and starts getting dressed. Family breakfast? They haven't eaten at a table since her and her twins father had died, about 5 years ago. Needless to say it was random.
She combs through her closet and huffs, picking out an outfit she's already worn about a thousand times. A black button up dress, her knee high black socks, and worn leather sleeves on her wrists.
Smudging her eyeliner and mascara on, she decides she looks decent enough.
The railing she slides her hands down is sticky, also hasn't been cleaned in years she assumes.
When she steps into the kitchen her mom has bacon, eggs and biscuits laid out on three plates. They all try to ignore how the dirty dishes are piled up in the sink, the stove is covered in crumbs, the floors are sticky and the spot that their father used to sit and make jokes is vacant.
"What's all this?" Wanda asks, her accent seeping through.
"What, like I need to have a reason? I missed seeing my babies eat with me at the table." Their Madga walks around the table, kissing both of their heads.
Wanda gives her twin a quizzical look and he shrugs shoving bacon into his mouth like someone is going to yank the plate away from him.]
"Wanda, you like eggs, no?" Madga asks, slopping more scrambled eggs onto her plate.
Yes, she likes eggs. But she can't stop thinking about how dirty the kitchen they were cooked in is. They don't have roaches, although if they did she probably wouldn't know because she's never down there, but the thought is making her nauseas.
Pietro scarfs down the rest of his food and drags Wanda along with him.
"The bus is here in five minutes Madga, we have to go." He explains, throwing an arm around his mother when she gives the pair a hug.
"Alright well, I love you. I'll put your food in the fridge for later."
They both mutter a 'love you' in response and set foot for the end of the driveway.
"What do you think that was about?" Wanda asks quietly, kicking a rock from the gravel to the road.
"I honestly have no idea, but the bacon was good." Pietro replies cheekily, and he smiles at the laugh Wanda huffs out.
They watch the bus come down their road, and climb on.
Pietro sits more in the middle, where the 'popular but good' kids sit, And Wanda sits in the back where you're either popular, or do enough bad shit to where people like you.
She is the second.
Someone hands her a cart and she, without thinking, takes about five hits. Ignoring the look her brother gives her.
The vape in her hands is about to be on its last life, but she has to bring it to school, for the nerves.
She puts the vape in her mouth, grimacing and sticking her tongue out when the juice comes shooting out of the mouth piece and everyone laughs.
When they finally pull into the driveway, she stands up, already dreading the day.
She has Algebra first, she's sat next to this really nerdy kid, who she can't decipher wether he's socially awkward or shy. Because one moment he's talking like he's on multiple energy drinks and the other he's quiet enough to challenge a mouse. The teacher goes on and on and she can't bother herself to listen. So she opens her laptop, that was supposed to be opened an hour ago for notes and types "Quick draw, best out of three?" Into her search bar and angles it towards the kid, she thinks his name is Jarvis, but she doesn't really know.
He huffs and types "You're on."
On the bus, Pietro climbs to the back where his sister is sitting, while people grovel about having to move their feet, and asks if she's going to his game tonight.
She guesses she has to, because he's her twin, and says "Only if you get me a monster."
She's beneath the bleachers with Loki, Hela, Darcy and a few other people when a familiar face shows up. With crossed arms and a pointed look on her face, the redhead makes herself known.
Natasha. Fucking. Romanoff.