Summary: This story takes place after reflecting on plot points in D1 and D2 and reflects Adams thoughts about his switch from the Hawks to the ducks and possibly back to the Hawks again. It also focuses on him working with acceptance issues.
A/N: Hey so this is my first mighty ducks fanfic. I appreciate any comments and suggestions. Also (although I wish) I don't own any of these characters or anything related to plot and anything else from the mighty ducks film. Also I apologize for any spelling/grammar errors.
Adam's Pov:
Today was the day I had been dreading since the end of the goodwill games and my hockey season ending. Today they were going to have a statewide mn peewee hockey league discussion to discuss redistricting teams next year.
I had always been shy and I absolutely hated being the center of attention and although nobody said anything out loud I knew I was the reason for this debate tonight. The thought of having everyone stare at me tonight made me want to disappear and hide in a corner.
I honesty could not tell you which team I wanted to be on. Two years ago I would have said the Hawks was the best team in the world. Everyday after school I practiced Hockey for three hours in preparation for tryouts. Once I made the team my parents and brother were thrilled, so I pushed myself to work even harder. Then last year I was forced to join the ducks. I never wanted to switch from my winning team. The Ducks taught me that it was ok to just focus on having fun during hockey practice, instead of thinking about scouts and anything else that scared me.
When I was on the ducks and the hawks I considered the players to be some of my best friends. Now I wasn't so sure. Both teams originally ignored me and it wasn't until I had "proven myself to them" on the ice that they appreciated me.
I always knew I was one if not the best player on both my teams but it never struck me that people would take advantage of that. It was always easy to make friends on my hockey teams even if I was shy. I knew that if I did well during games and practices they would want to be my friend. It wasn't until recently that I realized that wasn't how it was supposed to work.
At the meeting tonight I knew both Coach Reily and Bombay would try to keep me on their team. I never up until tonight hearing them yell at each other understood they might have selfish motives. At this moment I wished I was the worst hockey player in the league. I tried to not hear them talk about my "potential, work ethic and talent" instead of asking me where I felt I should play.
I knew that whatever they decided I would still play Hockey. No matter what number my jersey said and what team I played for. I would still be a Hawk, Duck and member of team USA. But most importantly I would still be able to play the sport I loved