A few weeks went by. Claire was sleeping in her room. Although, she was having a nightmare.
Claire shot up in her bed. She had sweat on her forehead and was breathing heavy. She took a moment to calm herself down. She had been having the same nightmare since everything that happened to her in D.C. in the dream, she ends up killing her father because of what Hydra did to her. Even after her procedure, Claire's been avoiding her father because she's afraid that's she would hurt him., Claire felt sick to her stomach just thinking about it. Claire bolted to her bathroom and heaved into the toilet. She hoped no one would hear her, but there was a knock on the door.
"Claire, are you alright?" She heard her father ask.
"I'm fine." Claire said.
Steve walked into the bathroom and saw that she had gotten sick. "You don't look fine." He said.
"I said I'm fine." Claire said as she flushed the toilet and stood up.
"Are you sick?" Steve asked, concerned.
"I don't think either of us can get sick." Claire said, cleaning herself up.
"Why don't you go into my bedroom while I get you a glass of water."
Claire nodded and went to her father's bedroom. Steve walked in a few moments later with a glass of water. Claire took it and sipped it.
"What happened?" Steve asked. Claire didn't answer and instead, started crying. "Claire, what's wrong?" Steve asked, comforting her.
Claire pulled away slightly. "Nothing. I don't want to talk about it." She said. "I'm sorry for waking you."
"Shh. It's ok." Steve said.
"Can I stay in here?" Claire asked.
"Of course." Steve said. "Go back to sleep." Claire laid down on the bed. "Good night, Angel." Steve said as he held her, protectively.
"Night Dad." Claire said.
Steve kissed Claire on the forehead and stroked her hair, to help her fall back asleep.
The next morning, Claire woke up to see that she was the only one in the bed. She got out of the bed and went out of the room.
"Morning Claire." Maria greeted.
"Morning." Claire said.
"Good morning, sweetheart." Steve greeted.
"Morning Dad." Claire said.
"I was going to go for a run." Steve said. "Do you want to go with me?"
"Sure." Claire said.
"Why don't you go change and we'll go." Steve said.
Claire nodded and went to her room. When she finished getting ready, Claire and Steve headed outside.
After their run, Steve and Claire were walking down the street.
"Do you want to grab breakfast before heading back?" Steve asked.
"Yeah." Claire said. They walked into a cafe, sat down, and ordered food.
"So. You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to." Steve started. "But, do you mind if I ask what happened last night."
"I've been having nightmares every night." Claire said.
"Can I ask what they're about?" Steve asked. Claire didn't say anything. "You don't have to tell me." Steve said.
"They're about you." Claire answered.
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Take On The World(An Marvel Fanfic)[Book 1]
FanfictionClaire Rogers is the daughter of Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter. After everyone thinks Steve died, Peggy found out that she was pregnant. When Claire was young, they found out that she had inherited her father's strength. In 1958, when she was 14, Cl...