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Thinking about moving back to NY...

Racy? I guess. I mean... it was either that or be a soccer star. Guess which one pays more. [She might actually be a little shocked at his assessment. Because she doesn't FEEL racy. She feels... stupid, actually, for admitting that she wanted to be a stripper when she was a kid.]

You know... when you put it like that, I sound like a horrible person. [Which was pretty much how she felt.] But consider the fact that he never came to look for me. And that when I finally got away after like, six MONTHS, he was dating this chick that he swore was only a friend. I... I'm making it sound like I'm mad at him, and I'm not. He deserved better. And he got it. So... [She shrugs, not even sure she wants to continue that line of thinking.]

I don't know. I think it's racy. Not in a bad way. Like in a sexy swimsuit model kind of way. It isn't a bad thing.

I'm just asking. Sorry. [He shrugged, not upset, just stating fact. Tact wasn't entirely something he learned from his dad or Johnny.] So you move on, Bea. All you can do.

[She blinked once; twice. Then started laughing. Hard.] Oh god, John would SO hate you right now. He spent WEEKS trying to convince me to come up with a job that would require me keeping my clothes ON. [She giggles and sighs.]

I did. Move on, I mean. It made me sad, but... I've spent so much time living in the past that I'm missing a lot of my present. And I've kinda made a deal with myself to stop doing that so much.

[Being told he'd be hated made him smile.] Yeah well, you're a grown up. Right? I mean, you would be in my time so... How old are you? [Manners, what?]

You should. You deserve better than letting the hell of another's behavior - the kidnappings, that is - and the damn Phoenix Force dictate your life.

I'm 20! [She laughs.] You really think I could be a swimsuit model?

And you're right. It seems like everyone in the world has been dictating my life but me. Wanda, the Phoenix, Tyler... I'm pretty tired of having my life shuffled around.

Okay then. Old enough to make your own decisions. If you want to strip, do it. You want to be a world class soccer player... well, accept that might not happen but if you want, try it.

Honestly? I don't want to do either of those things anymore. And I actually was a model, kinda. I got paid to show up to parties and look good, basically. Nice work if you can get it, but boring. And you would be amazed at some of the stupid crap that famous people do. I guess I just need something more... fulfilling. I don't think stripping fits the bill. [Smirk.]

You got any suggestions. Well, besides swimwear model?

You don't ask me that. I mean, you did but the truth? You should make that decision for yourself. What do you want to do, Bea?

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