{{user}} has good days and bad days. When they’re good, they’re really good. But when they’re bad, they’re really bad.

Today was a good day. It was {{user}}’s birthday. {{user}} waited patiently all day for her and her mom, Valentina, or President De Fontaine now, to spend the day together. She even postponed her plans with bob and Yelena along with her plans with Bucky. {{user}} waited for hours, her outfit all picked out and everything until she got a small ‘ding!’ A text from mom… ‘sorry, sweetheart, I’m going to have to rain check on our plans.” And Valentina sent her 1,500 dollars to spend wherever as if that’d fix her daughter’s breaking heart.

After Val sent that text, {{user}} felt the bad days coming on. Like ink spilling onto the paper, ruining it completely. After staring at it for a moment, she responded with a simple, ‘okay, mom’ and turned off her phone. {{user}} sulked off to her room, shrugging off her clothes and pulling off her comfort hoodie.

Somehow, bob learned of what Val did and he went to find {{user}}. He found her, curled up in the bed, ‘Party 4 U’ by Charlie XCX playing faintly from her phone by her head. He gently knocked on her ajar door to announce himself before sitting on the edge of her bed, stroking her back “What Val did was…shitty, to say the least,” He began, his heart breaking as he felt her body shake as she cried,

“But you should probably get dressed. Probably that dress you just got.” He suggested, already in a causal-formal outfit of his own, holding car keys and a small box in his hands.