𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 | 𝐝𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

☁️ | 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩? Yes | [No]

a/n: was tempted to pull
the infinity war card. yall
are lucky this time.

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Sanctum Sanctorum, Greenwich Village, New York

"Morning, Thea," Strange greeted Anthea, the girl walking into the kitchen groggily as Stephen took a sip out of his cup of coffee. He pushed his sleeves up, a warm black-plaid shirt unbuttoned over his white tee.

"That's new," Anthea muttered, smoothing her bedhead out with her hands before walking over to the fridge. She then wiped her hands on her shorts, grimacing at the slightly greasy feel of the fridge's handle.

"What, the coffee or the newspaper?" Stephen pointed to the sheet of papers on the table, Anthea humming.

"Neither," She shrugged. "It's the nickname I was talking about."

"Ah," Steven's eyes widened. "Sorry, it slipped out. I won't call you anything if you're not comfortable with it–"

"No," Anthea cut Stephen off, shaking her head. "It's... It's fine. I just didn't expect it. Also, it's fair. You call me 'Thea', and I call you 'Dad'."

Strange looked over at Anthea in slight surprise before nodding.

"Yeah, yeah... sounds good to me."

Anthea smiled, pouring cereal and milk into her bowl, walking towards the table. She sat herself down before looking down at her dad's hands, seeing small darker lines on the back of his hands.

"What happened to your hands?"

Stephen looked down at his hands, taking in a deep breath. He slowly pulled his hands away, Anthea's blue eyes widening as she felt a little regret.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was a sensitive topic."

Stephen shakes his head, plastering a smile on. Anthea's eyebrows furrow as she bites the inside of her cheek.

"It's fine. It's just... I was in a car crash a few years ago. Nothing big. A story for another time."

"That's a pretty big deal to most people, Ste– Dad."

"I... I guess so," Stephen hummed, looking dazed before Anthea called out to him.

"Dad?"

"Oh, yes. Uh, don't worry about me."

"Alright," Anthea frowned, stirring her cereal around slowly.

Silence soon filled the area as breakfast continued, neither saying anything to one another. They sat in silence, Anthea avoiding any eye contact as Stephen sighed inwardly.

"Hey, Anthea," He frowned a little, Anthea looking up.

"I was thinking we could go to the park today. We could get to know each other better."

Anthea nods, placing her spoon down before tucking her hair behind her ear. 

"Yeah, sure," She clears her throat. "Just... give me a few moments to get ready. And to feed Trevor."

"Oh, yeah, of course. I'll, uh... I'll be waiting by the front door," Stephen stood up as Anthea placed her bowl in the sink, walking to her room.

Stephen sighed, nodding before walking to the door. He hoped that maybe the walk through the park would clear some things up.

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"So, where are we going?" Anthea looked up at Strange, the girl wearing a bomber jacket over a black tee. She pulled her teal converses on, looking up at the sorcerer.