Chapter I
There is often more behind a person than you'd ever expect at first glance. The tall man with broad shoulders who turns out as soft as a young boy. The tiny, frail seeming woman who actually knows thirty ways to break your legs. The lonely girl that hides a power.
It's about her that we shall talk. Paige Martin has very little memories from her childhood, despite not being old. Days were repetitive, all similar. They became a blur up until she reached year eight. That was the year where things changed. But we'll hear that story from her own mouth later on. For now, let's focus on the present.
"Peter?"
"Oh… h-hey Paige! What, what are you doing here?"
"I live here, Parker", she answered in a chuckle. "What you are doing here is a better question though."
"I'm, I'm here for my internship with Mr. Stark."
"You have an internship with my dad?"
"Y-yeah…"
Paige Martin Stark was, to say the least, surprised. She didn't know that her dad had hired an intern in the first place, nonetheless that it was a boy from the same school as her. But it's not like she was very involved in the company's business. The girl preferred to stay away from science, marketing and media's and they were all too liked to the company for her own taste.
"Have fun I guess?" She laughed and waved goodbye to Peter, walking away towards her room.
Paige set her cup of tea on a nightstand -reason why she walked out of her room in the first place- and sat down in her bed, bringing the covers over her legs.
The bedroom was spacious, so was the bed. The walls were filled with posters, pictures, one of them simply covered with 2 bookshelves where space was barely to be found. A large window still brought in the sunlight which was enough to read.
The teen sat comfortably, a book open in her lap as she sipped from the cup once in a while.
The afternoon went by just like that, peacefully.