A/N
This story follows the storyline and is awhile after the last chapter I posted before the throwback ones, sorry if it's confusing. Btw idk if I ever said this but I scripted I don't get ID'd so thats how I get away with drinking LMFAO.
After getting shot (again) and seeing Pietro with more and more girls while he ignores me I decided I needed to do something for myself and just have fun. I met a girl awhile back and we've been texting back and forth for the past couple weeks, she asked me out on a date for tonight and I said yes. I obviously still wasn't over Pietro but I needed to stop thinking about him and learn to get over him.
I was supposed to meet her at a nice Italian restaurant at 6:30 and it was 5 so I started getting ready. I wore a simple nude dress with nude heels. I curled my hair, did my makeup, and picked out a necklace and earrings. I looked good and I hoped tonight would be good.
As I was walking out to the elevator I heard a voice stop me. "Where are you going dressed like that?" I stopped walking and turned around to meet my eyes on Pietro.
"On a date." I said with my arms crossed infront of me. This was the first time hes talked to me in weeks.
"With who?" I took a deep breath trying not to snap at him.
"Why does it matter? I'm going to be late now so goodbye Pietro." I walked off and into the elevator. I got into my car, and started it.
Of course on the way there I got stuck in traffic. I hate New York sometimes. I got a call from Tony and I obviously answered it so he wouldn't freak out. To be fair I never told him that I was going anywhere.
"Where are you?"
"Driving why?"
"Who are you going on a date with?"
"Someone."
"Whats his name?"
I panicked because the only people who knew about me being bisexual were Peter, Pietro, and obviously Wanda.
"Her name is Hayley."
Shit I wasn't supposed to say that?"
"That's not a guys name..."
"Yep." I was practically crying because I didn't want to tell him yet, I wasn't ready.
"We're going to have a talk when you get home."
I took a deep breath trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. I hung up and turned up the radio for some sort of distraction.
The rest of the way there I managed to not worry about it too much. Hopefully he would forget and I wouldn't have to worry about it.
I arrived at the restaurant and sat down, asuming she would be there soon as I was 10 minutes late myself. I texted her awhile ago asking if she was on her way but she hasn't answered.
The waiter came up to me for drink orders and I just ordered a vodka and sprite and water for her, not knowing what she wants. 10 more minutes go by and I texted her again, still no response. I played it off thinking she got stuck in traffic too. I ordered another drink and waited more.
10 more minutes went by and thats when I realized I got stood up. I walked over to the bar and tried to deny the fact I just got stood up. Drink after drink after drink kept coming and it was already 9 pm.
I called Peter to pick me up because I know if Tony or anyone else were to find out I would be screwed. Peter didn't answer so I assumed he's on night patrol. I would call Nat but shes on a mission with Clint so my last choice was Pietro.
He picked up almost immediately. "Can you come pick me up?"
"Yeah sure. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you?"
"Chill P I'm just at a restaurant." I slurred out.
"What about your date? And are you drunk?"
"I'll tell you later. And no I just don't want to drive myself." I said sarcastically.
"I'll be there soon." He hung up and I sat there waiting as I was crying from how horrible of a night I was having. A little while later Pietro walked up beside me and looked at me, probably thinking I look miserable. "Let's go." He said as he helped me out of the chair and into his car.
The car ride was silent for the first few moments. "What happened?" He looked at me as we drove down the city. I looked back at him and I loved the way the lights looked on his face and hair. They perfectly accented his features.
"I got stood up." I said as I looked out the window again.
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I'm used to people letting me down." I sighed.
I looked back at him and asked him something that I definitely wouldn't have asked if there wasn't alcohol in my system, "Why did you break my heart again?"
He looked over at me with a hurt face. I don't think he realizes what he did. "When?" His voice was shakey.
"These past 2 months," God I hate how sensitive I am. I barely talked and I'm already crying. "You have been sleeping with other girls even after I told you I love you. You ignored me and I hated not being able to talk you. It's the same feeling I got when I saw you kissing Madison," I choked looking out the front window. "You broke me again." I looked at him with my tear stained face and saw him crying too. I've only seen him cry when he looks at pictures of his parents.
I turned my head back out the window until we got home, which I immediately stood up and went inside.
Tony was waiting in the living room but I ignored him and went straight to my room, and locked the door not wanting to talk to anyone. I kicked my heels off and laid in my bed not caring that I was wearing my dress and that I had makeup on still. The alcohol has mostly worn off and I could tell from the pounding headache I had.
I laid there crying for awhile, I don't know why I told him that, I didn't want to make him cry. Normally Natasha would be in my room with me comforting me whenever I was sad but she was away on a mission. I heard a knock on the door and a "Can I come in." with an accent.
I stood up and unlocked and opened the door and Pietro was standing there with flowers and fast food, like he always used to do when he upset me. I wiped my tears and let him in as he handed me the flowers. I kept the last flowers he gave me months ago so I could still hold onto him somehow. I replaced them and sat down on my bed with him. "I'm sorry. For everything. I love you and I don't know what I was doing but the biggest mistake was hurting you and I-"
I cut him off by kissing him. He hesitated at first but he quickly kissed me back. It was loving and slow, like how he used to kiss me. I pulled away and he had a huge smile on his face and I'm sure mine was red. "Maybe it's a good thing I got stood up." I laughed.
He kissed me again and afterwards handed me a cheeseburger and we watched movies for the rest of the night, enjoying eachothers presence.
