Stephen Strange and America Chavez Father Daughter One-shots

Movie Night

Summary: America has a hard night and Stephen decides to try to cheer her up with some of his famous hot chocolate and at her request, a movie night.

TW: Mentions of anxiety and slight panicking from a nightmare.

America woke with a jolt and gasped for air. It was like she couldn't suck in enough as tears stream from her eyes. She didn't even hear the scream she let out when she first woke from how her head is spinning and her ears feel clogged.

Apparently, someone down the hall with their door cracked open like hers heard it.

There was a face suddenly in front of her with concern and she started to push it away.

Danger! Danger!

Run! Get away! Scream!

She tried to move to the other side of the bed but suddenly there are hands her on her wrists, holding them in place. She snapped her head up and started to freeze when she saw familiar blue eyes.

Her vision suddenly seemed clearer and she saw Stephen looking back at her with so much concern.

"It's me!" He said, finally breaking through her head, "It's just me, kid."

"Da-Dad!" She choked out and lunged into his arms.

Safety.

Stephen quickly wrapped his arms around her without even thinking, one of his hands resting on her head. He didn't really know what to do besides that as she cried into his shoulder.

Did she just call me dad?

"Sh-She was back! I felt her in my head again! I felt her hand on my neck!"

Stephen's heart broke at his kid's words and her tears still streaming down her face.

"America, you are safe here," Stephen said softly, "I will not let anyone hurt you again."

It was a hard promise to keep and they both knew it. However, hearing it, America did feel a little better and she always feels safe and protected by him.

"She's gone."

Stephen said it so firmly and it settled something slightly in America's chest. She repeated that statement and the one before in her head til her breathing settled some.

Stephen gently leaned her back some so they could see each other's eyes and America used one of her hands to aggressively wipe the tears off her face.

"See, you're safe and I'm right here," Stephen said, "She can not get you anymore- Stop being so hard, you're going to hurt yourself!"

Stephen made America stop wiping her face so hard and he gently wiped the last few tears himself. He could tell she was still shaken up a little by the tight tension in the grip on his shirt and how her eyes still sometimes occasionally scanned the room. Her breathing was still a little labored but nothing too worrying.

"I'm sorry, Stephen," she whispered softly and avoided his eyes.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, kid," Stephen said and placed his free hand on her head, carding through her knotted hair.

She relaxed some into it and let out a soft sigh. She then looked around the room again.

"How about...we go downstairs and drink some hot coco?"

America's eyes widened some at that and she looked up at him finally.

"And maybe watch a movie?"

She asked it so softly and she studied his face, hesitant on what his answer will be.