𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 | 𝐝𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

☁️ | 𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙒𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨

𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩? Yes | [No]

a/n: just a little birthday oneshot
that doesn't have any correlation to
End Game since yesterday was
canonically Anthea's birthday! :)

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Sanctum Sanctorum, Greenwich Village, New York

Anthea groaned, her piercing ringtone interrupting the silence as a call was incoming. She squinted at the screen, text a little blurry as she saw the caller ID, sighing.

'Call incoming from 'Dad♿️💛🧙‍♂️...'

Anthea huffed, rubbing her eyes as she picked up her phone, answering the call.

"What now?" Anthea asked groggily.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart."

Anthea squinted in confusion at her dad's words, a portal soon opening in her room as he smiled warmly at her. The girl scoffed with a smile scratching her head as Stephen walked towards her, closing the portal.

"How's my little tyke doing?" Stephen questioned with a smile, ruffling Anthea's head.

The girl chuckled, smoothing her night-shirt out as she lightly shoved Stephen's hand off her head, a grin on her face. Stephen smiled at the sight, glad that he made her happy.

"There's a door for a reason, Dad," Anthea pointed at the door. "You're so extra for a birthday..."

"Hey, it's not just 'a birthday'," Stephen huffed. "You turn sixteen today, Picklock. And I happen to have something planned."

"Are we going to a pizza party with creepy killer robots or animatronics so that I can kick their butts?" Anthea's eyes widened. 

"What? No! I'd never do that to endanger you," Stephen looked at her in disbelief. "We are going somewhere else though, so just get dressed."

Anthea sighed as she pulled the covers off her, hopping out of bed.

"You're no fun," Anthea sighed. "But fine."

Stephen nodded with a smile. 

"Great."

"So... where are we going, that it's so special you haven't told me?" Anthea raised an eyebrow, getting out of the bathroom and appearing in a fresh set of clothes.

She dusted a few specks of dirt off of her sweater, looking down at her choice of clothing again in the mirror before her, resting at the opposite end of her bed, pocketing her phone into her pants.

A light cream-coloured wool sweater sat on her shoulders as light-coloured denim ripped jeans wrapped around her legs. She looked under her bed, pulling a shoebox out from under it as Stephen looked at her in confusion.

"You'll see," Stephen watched the girl pull a pair of brown chelsea boots over her sock-covered feet.

"A 'you'll see' doesn't answer anything," Anthea huffed. 

"Oh don't you worry. Just go eat breakfast and we'll be ready to go," Stephen smiled. "Wong even made a promise to be nice today, so make the most of it."

"Oh, heck yea!" She grinned. "Time to abuse this privilege..."

"Just don't do anything too career-damaging," Stephen called out as he heard his chaotic daughter run down the hallway and down the stairs.

He shook his head, seeing the blur of blonde locks disappear around the door frame. He looked around him, the blue-pastel room filled with many trinkets, smiling at it before exiting the room, closing the door softly as it contrasted to the loud crash at the bottom of the stairs.