Homework (Stony highschool AU)

Chapter Nine

Steve

I tap on Tony's contact in my phone for the fifth time, trying to get a hold of the boy who just stormed out of my house without explanation.

As I listen to the rings drone on, I begin to think. Did I make him storm out? Is dating a touchy subject with him? Maybe he's gay like his friend.

"Hi, This Tony Stark. Do your thing at the beep," my phone says once again. I slam the red button and begin to pace around my room.

Way to go Rogers, you broke Tony Stark.

As long as he's okay, that's all I need to know. I mean, I'm sure he his, but I just have this feeling in my gut that something is wrong. Why would he not be picking up his phone?

I remember back to when I heard rumors that he would sometimes get these serious anxiety attacks. Maybe they were true? Maybe they occur over little things like date talk. Oh god, what if he had a really major one? It'd all be my fault!

My phone starts ringing in my hand, and it almost makes me jump. I look at it and only see an unknown number. My heart drops when I realize it's not Tony's number.

"What?" I growl into the phone.

"What did you do!? He goes to write a paper with you, and the next thing I know he's in the hospital!"

I gasp, in the hospital? OH GOD I REALLY DID BREAK TONY STARK!

"Wait wait, who is this?" I ask.

"Bruce Banner! Tony's friend! What the hell happened?"

"I don't know, he stormed out of my house. Why is he in the hospital?!"

"Steve, a car hit him," Bruce tells me, sounding more quiet.

I go speechless for a moment. A wreck... I caused this. He's hurt because of me.

"West Greene Hospital?" I ask quickly.

"Yeah, bu-" I hang up on him and grab my keys from my nightstand.

Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.

These are the only words going through my mind as I dash out of my house and to my truck. I put the key into the ignition and peel out of the driveway as quickly as possible.

What if he's seriously hurt? What if he can't finish the school year? What if he's getting operated on? What if he dies!?

I feel like cursing at every stop light. It feels as though I am driving slower than time itself, but I know I'm going over the speed limit.

After several stressful minutes of evaluating horrific scenarios in my mind, the hospital comes into view. I take a sharp right turn into the entrance and speed into a parking space.