Not My Choice

I'm Not Sorry

Sometimes I think it would be amazing to be able to read minds. To walk down the streets and to see what was one people's minds.

In the rush of New York is where I feel the calmest. I like the being in the middle of the commotion. I often find somewhere to sit on the sidewalk and watch the people pass.

Natasha was right, Hydra already took seventeen years away from me and I won't let them take anymore. My past will come back to me when it does. I'm not going to rush it. I'm Rebecca Barnes not whoever was beat by Hydra. Sure I still have the scars but who doesn't like a few battle wounds, right?

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I flipped through files, trying to find new information. It's been two months and I still haven't found any new information. Who was The One Who Gives Hope and why is that person the only one who could have defeated Anton?

The gravel popped, with hearing that sound my head shot up. I moved over to the window. I saw Peter pacing back and forth in front of the front door. I opened my window slightly to hear what he was saying.

"Come on, you know this. You've memorized this, why can't you say it. Your Peter Parker and ..... ugh .... forget this. I'll try again tomorrow." He turned to leave.

I raced downstairs to the front door. I swung it open to see him getting into the driver side of his car, "Peter, wait!" I yelled and chased after his car.

He stepped out, confused. Gosh, he's so cute. "Rebecca?"

"Um, I saw you from my window. What was the pep talk about?"

He looked up at my open window and back down to me. "Oh, man," he raked his fingers through his hair. "You heard that?" I nodded. "Um, well, I came to talk to you." I nodded once more. "But since you heard that and I ..... well .... I'm just gonna wing it." Another nod. He blushes slightly before starting again. "Rebecca, I know it's been two months since we talked last but over those two months, I couldn't get you out of my mind. I'm not sorry. I never was. I know you said you were but .... well, maybe we could ..... try something?"

"Wow, Peter, um ....."

"How about coffee, tomorrow morning? I know a new little coffee shop that opened a few weeks ago. It doesn't even have to be a date. I just want to .... get to know you better."

"What time?"

"I understand, I don't know why I even asked- wait, is that a yes?!" A smile grew on his face. My heart melted.

"What time, Peter?"

"Ten, if that works for you?"

"Yes, it works for me. Do you want my phone number?"

"Y-yes!" He handed me his phone and I handed him mine. "Well, I guess it's a date. Unless you don't want it to be a date!?"

"It's a date, Peter." I winked as I turned and walked back inside.

"Why was Peter here?" Tony inquired.

"He wanted to ask me something."

"Like on a date?" Natasha smirked.

"Actually yes, a date."

Everyone turned their attention to me. Tony opened his mouth several times but nothing came out. Probably the only time he didn't say anything. Natasha was the first to speak, "Pay up, Clint."