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You’re sitting on Tony’s couch under a blanket, surrounded by food, Harry Potter playing on the TV in front of you, when there is a knock at the front door. You sniff and don’t get up, assuming since it wasn’t your house you were currently in you were not expected to answer the door.
Since last week you’d moved out of your place and had been crashing with Tony. He was one of your best friends and had no problems letting you stay in his spare room, but was slightly reluctant to get involved in the issues you were having with Pietro. Who you had been dating for the past four years.
Tony was refusing to pick sides. You were his best friend, yet he worked with Pietro. He would listen to you rant, he nodded sympathetically when you told him what had happened but that was the extent of what he was willing to do. You didn’t blame him, it was a messy situation. One you didn’t even want to be in, let along drag your friends into it.
You look around you and realise how different your life is to how it was only a week ago. A week ago you were happy, in a good relationship, in your own house. Now, you’re sitting on your friends couch having just eaten two whole pizza’s, watching the entire Harry Potter film series for the third time since you showed up. Harry Potter was the only film that made you feel better when you were ill, sad, lonely, tired. Anything really.
It reached a quiet point in the film and you overheard some of Tony’s conversation from the hallway. It was then you realised who he had opened the front door to.
“Pietro I just don’t think she will want to talk to you.” Tony says, you jump up in shock at the name. Well, you try to jump up. Your blanket cocoon stops you and it’s more along of ‘you roll off the couch in shock and writhe around like a beached whale’. When you’re free of your fleecy bonds your pause the film and listen, sure enough hearing Pietro’s thick Russian accent echoing through the corridor.
“I’ve been looking for her everywhere. Please, I need to see her.” He implores. You strain your ears but after that you only hear whispering, followed by the sound of the door closing and two sets of footsteps walking towards the lounge you were in.
You panic and bolt, running up the nearest set of stairs and making for your room.
“(Y/N)!” You hear Pietro shout, the two of them walking into the room just as you reach the top of the stairs. You pause and turn to look at him, your heart beating fast, your stomach turning. As soon as you lock eyes with his all the feelings you’d been trying to supress for the past week come flooding back. All the love you have for him returns and it is overwhelming. You almost walk back down the stairs towards him, but the memory of why you had the leave in the first place is more powerful and you force your legs towards your bedroom door.
You knew Pietro could easily run up here and get to your door before you had even taken one step, but he seems to realise that that would be a bad idea and stays downstairs, instead leaving Tony to thunder up after you. You storm into your room and walk to the corner, waiting for Tony to appear.
“Tony I don’t want to see him!” You protest as soon as he walks through the doorway, your arms crossed, refusing to leave your room.
“Look. He says he’s been looking for you for ages and that he is sorry will you please talk to him so I don’t have to?” Tony pleads. You shake your head and sit on your bed, not looking at him. Tony sighs and leaves the room, the door still open so you can hear some of what is being discussed downstairs.
“Will she speak to me?” Pietro asks.
“She won’t leave her room.” Tony answers. Then everything is muffled. You listen carefully, trying to hear what’s happening. The only thing you can hear is ‘go to her’ then there is radio silence. That is, until the pair of them appear in your doorway.
“Get him away from me.” You say, not moving from your bed. Tony however pushes Pietro into the room.
“Now you two fuckers just stay in here until you work out your bloody problems.” Tony practically shouts as he slams the door shut and locks it after him. Pietro zips across the room, not looking at you.
“TONY!” You scream, jumping up and banging on the door immediately after he locks it. “LET ME THE FUCK OUT!”
“Oh so now you cannot even stay in the same room with me?” Pietro mutters, standing on the opposite side of the room with his arms crossed.
“I’m sorry does that surprise you?” You question, spinning around to face him and stalking towards him. “After what you did to me?”
“I apologised.” He says quietly, avoiding eye contact.
“I don’t think it counts when you don’t apologise to my face.”
“Well I am sorry.” He says and it does sound like he genuinely means it. This however isn’t something he could just apologise for.
“Yeah like that means anything.”
“What else do you expect me to do?!” He cries, throwing up his hands in exasperation.
You don’t answer, instead moving to the farthest corner away from him and sit, curling up on the floor hugging your chest. You hear Pietro sigh.
“You didn’t even let me explain.” He says quietly, walking towards you. He slumps against the wall a little way away from you and slides down it so he is also sitting.
“I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.” You mutter, angrily brushing away the tear that had worked its way on to your cheek.
“After all we’ve been through I think I deserve to explain.” He replies, scooting a little closer to you.
“Pfft. After all we’ve been through we shouldn’t even be in this situation in the first place.” You scoff, feeling your heart beat faster as he moves closer towards you.
“Please. Just let me explain. All of this, it isn’t what you think. We can work this thing out.”