It's Complicated

Part Three| The Date Part 2

"Oh I forgot to tell you. There's been a change of plans Y/n."

"Oh. We're still going on the date though, right?"

"Yeah, but I kind of forgot to make reservations, so we're just going to another restaurant okay?" he asks.

"Um...sure. What restaurant?"

"Well I had two options, I thought you could help decide."

"Okay," I said.

"So option one is Taco Bell, and then-" I cut him off by laughing. "What?" he asked, confused.

"You're kidding right?"

"No, Y/n, why would I be kidding?" he says, completely serious. "Anyways, option two is McDonalds. Which one do you want? I was honestly in the mood for Burger King, but I don't think you need that extra weight," he says laughing.

"Excuse me?" I say in shock.

"I'm just kidding, you're beautiful baby doll. Maybe not as pretty as Regan in twelfth grade, but she rejected me, so I chose you as my second pick."

"..." I was speechless. I couldn't believe my ears. First, he forgets about our date and decides to go to fast food instead. Then, he insults me and calls me fat, and says I'm not as pretty as his first choice. I was in awe. I thought he was super sweet, but I guess I was mistaken. Maybe Tony and Uncle Bruce were right, maybe boys aren't worth the effort.

"C'mon Y/n, hurry up and decide. And close your mouth, it makes you look stupid, no offense."

I turn towards him and yell, "You need to SHUT...THE...FRICK...UP!" I turn to open my door and he grabs my wrist.

"Come on sweetie, I'm just trying to help," he pleads.

I scoff and ask, "With what?"

"Improving your image."

"Well I'm sorry that you don't like the way I look, but I do so shut up." I yank free of his grasp and try turning away again but he grabs my arm and pulls me down to his level. He leans in and presses his lips against mine.

I pull away immediately and yell, "Ew. What the heck Flash?!" I open the car door and walk back inside (you hadn't left yet). I hear him yelling for me to come back, but I ignore him and slam the door.

Today was a Friday, so I decided to stay the night at the safe house. Bucky was sweet enough to stay with me, and he laid down on the couch in my room.

"Want to talk about it Y/n?" he asked quietly.

"Nope," I said.

"Okay...are you sure?" he questioned again.

"...no."

"Well I'm listening," he said smiling.

"I just really trusted this guy, and then he forgets about are date and thinks he can just take me to fast food and it'll be fine. I literally spent like 2 hours getting ready Bucky!" I cried. "After that, he calls me fat, and not as pretty as some "Regan", who was his first pick."

"What happened after that?" Bucky asks, a little to excited.

"Bucks, you sound like a 13 year old who loves drama," I laughed. "But I tried to leave and then he KISSED ME! Like who does that?"

"An idiot," Bucky chuckled. "Anyone who is dumb enough to mess with you is definitely an idiot."

"Well he definitely-" I'm cut off with the sound of the doorbell ringing.

"I swear, if it's Thompson, someone's going to get injured," Bucky growled as I stood up. We walk downstairs and to the door and I take a deep breath before opening it.
Of course, it had to be Flash.

"Y/n, I'm really sorry, I was just kidding, I like you, and-" I cut him off.

"Really? Because the way you treated me back there doesn't really seem like it." Bucky was on the side of the door, so Flash didn't know he was there. He was currently trying not to laugh, he had come up with a great plan. He ran to the other room, but close to the wall, so Flash couldn't see.

"Um well, but you see I didn't mean to-" He was cut off again, and now it was me having a hard time keeping a straight face.

"FLASHHHHH!!!" a booming voice came from the other room as Bucky walked in. "Greeaaat to see you buddy! Come in, come in," he practically yelled, even though he was smiling.

"Actually, I was just leaving sir," Flash said nervously.

"No really, we would love if you'd come in."

"It's really fine sir, I'm actually in a hurry."

I butt in,"I really don't think you are actually, EUGENE," I put an emphasis on Eugene. "Why don't you come in," I say shutting the door behind him with a smile on my face. He nervously walks in.

"Let's go upstairs, Mr. Thompson," Bucky smiles. We walk upstairs. "What the HECK did you do to my daughter?!"

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