Marvel Imagines

Hooker

• Female Y/n •

A car horn beeps, the familiar sounds alerting me it's my father. I leave the hair dressers and open the door to the navy coloured lamborghini.

As I close the door and adjust the seat to my preference, I hear the music's volume immediately decrease. "Y/n Stark. What the fuck." My father shouts.

Confused by his random yelling I turn my head to him, "Dad? What's wrong?" I ask him calmly.

He glares at me, "Your hair. You're in major trouble." He yells. I look at him perplexed as he pushes the gear stick and speeds down the road.

His obvious anger making me confused, "But? I don't understand, what's wrong with it?" I ask him hoping for a calmer response from him.

He shakes his head, "What's wrong with it? What's right with it!" He yells. We begin to argue.

Our argument continues as we get home and enter the compound. He follows me through the halls and into the main common room.

I stop and turn to him as he shouts, "It's not just the haircut! It's you. You look like," he shouts.

I cut him off, "A what. I look like a what!" I yell at him. He shakes his head.

A voice from behind my dad appears, "Woah. You look like a hooker!" Bucky tells me as he smiles.

I tilt my head a little smirking at him, "You think?" I ask the tall male. He nods at me.

My father once again shouts, "That's not a compliment Y/n!" He tells me.

I look at him, "From Bucky?" I look back at the soldier, "Totally is." I smirk at him once more as I continue.

"Hookers are hot."

"See!" I tell me dad before walking away.

From behind me I hear my dad, "So fucking helpful Buck." Angrily.