The Road Trip [Stark's Daughter]

Part 2- French Class

They finished a few minutes before the bell and started to put their things away. The teacher started to walk around the class and make sure that everyone understood what they were doing or if they needed any help with the project. 

"So," Peter said. "We could meet at one of our houses or this coffee shop by my apartment complex that I really like, there's always the library too."

"The coffee shop sounds nice, what's it called?"

"Martha's," Peter said. "What's your number? I'll send you the address."

Sage gave Peter her phone number and said, "I'll see you in French."

Peter scratched his head, ruffling his curly brown hair "If I'm honest I didn't think you knew I existed."

"You're kind of hard to miss, Peter Parker."

Sage picked up her bag just as the bell rang and left Peter grinning in the science classroom as she went to her next class.

Her schedule was rather mundane and she went from class to class with only Peter's random texts to keep her entertained.

Peter -sorry i knocked you down in the hall

Sage -It's alright, you'll probably get detention for being late again

Peter -will you be there?

Sage -I don't know

Peter -what time do you want to meet at martha's?

Sage -Does ten work?

Peter -yeah

Eventually he sent her the address.

The last class of the day was French for both of them. This time Peter was actually early to class and working on an assignment when Sage entered the room. They didn't sit by each other and didn't interacting. The teacher always started class by having everyone watch current American news in French.

The french dubbing translated to "Tony Stark is currently in critical condition and under specialized care. He was defending a school of children while in a prototype Iron Man suit. The school was being attacked by a former Hydra agent with highly powered weapons. The hydra agent is now in custody of S.H.I.E.LD. and the official statement being made is that the former agent was attempting to provoke Tony Stark by attacking the innocent."

Sage was listening intently, suddenly thankful for the french lessons.

"He has entered a medically induced coma. Pepper Potts and Happy Hogan are currently overseeing the situation but remain hopeful for Stark's recovery. They are encouraging the public to do the same."

Sage stood up and left the room. The teacher called after her but she ignored him. She darted into the library knowing that the librarian always left early and wouldn't be there. Sage ducked behind one of the bookshelves and collapsed. She put her headphones in and turned up the music until the world around her started to fade. Her eyes started to water but she refused to let her tears fall. Tony Stark couldn't die, not now, not when she needed him.

When she felt a hand on her shoulder she turned around, ready to hit who ever followed her. She stopped herself when she saw that it was Peter Parker. "Peter?" Sage whispered. "What are you doing here?"

"I, uh," he struggled to come up with an excuse. "You just looked like you could use a friend."

Sage stared at him, "You're not my friend Parker."

Peter looked taken back. "Sage," he tried to put his hand on her arm but she knocked it aside.

"Look Parker," she said, standing up. "I-" she paused, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Then she was gone. Peter sat back against the bookshelf and ran his hands over his face. Why did he feel the need to help this girl? He barely knew her. He knew more rumors about her than actual fact. Still, he found himself thinking about her eyes. The dark forest green of her eyes seemed to be burned into his brain. When he got back to class, Sage was nowhere to be seen.