[based off a fic! Chris ver on ao3 @neptoonz/bucky ver on tumblr @n3ptoonz <3]

Chris lit the blunt between his lips before taking a drag, blowing the smoke before looking up at you from where he was sitting. "You gonna talk or just stand there?" he asked.

"I need one of your guys." you said. "Max. He killed innocents, Chris."

"I know what he did." he said, tapping the ash into a nearby tray. "If it makes you feel better, he regrets it deeply."

"It doesn't. I have a job to do." you pressed, crossing your arms with a deep frown. You absolutely hated when he talked like that--but hey, what did you really expect from a literal gang leader?

"Oh, you do, do you? Now that matters?" he says with a chuckle.

You sighed and ran your hand over her face. "We had a deal-"

"-That you would leave us alone as long as I supply you weed...sometimes good D." he said, standing up after placing his blunt carefully on the tray. "You took the bribe, sweetheart. There are no demands in this business," he added, tipping your chin up with his index finger as he smirked at your silence. "You're lucky I even let you green out with me. One peep outta me and you could lose that precious badge of yours forever."

Your jaw clenched when he leaned over to grab his blunt again and stepped closer, holding the blunt to your lips.

"Relax," he said softly, to coax you into whatever he was trying to accomplish. You sighed and took a drag while he was still holding it before blowing it slowly away from his face.

"Atta girl," he purred and took a step back to lean on the kitchen counter. "You know I'll handle all this as long as you keep your mouth shut, yeah? Now, surely you didn't drive all the way downtown just to give me a good talking to. Why are you really here?"