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When America woke up, she felt like shit. Like, literal shit. She groaned as she opened her eyes and was met with grey walls. Blinking a few times, the walls didn’t go away. Huh. This most definitely was not her room.
She quickly noticed that her hands were tied to a chair with-nothing. Or, well, magic. Pulling against it she quickly confirmed it. Magic. Well. That made this a lot more complicated than she first thought.
“Hello?” she called out, but no answer came. She narrowed her eyes. “What kind of customer service is this?” Silence. A heavy feeling came into her gut. “Whatever psychological bullshit this is, it´s annoying!” she tried again, but like the past two times, she was met with silence.
Fuck.
She had heard of this kind of kidnappings before, of course, but that didn’t mean she was prepared for when it happened.
Okay. So, there were two options now. Either this was really just some psychological crap, or they were going to leave her here to die. She hoped it was the first one, but somehow she doubted that, considering that there was no door. Only walls, no door. If the binds weren´t already a dead giveaway, this made it clear that a sorcerer or wizard was behind it.
And wasn’t that just fabulous.
Either Stephen would immediately figure out that a fellow sorcerer is behind this, or it would take him ages. That was not exactly making her feel better, but it was the truth.
She grimaced as she felt her foot fall asleep.
This was going to be a long few days.
***
If you were asking a student at Kamar-Taj what they saw while America was missing, they would tell you they saw an enraged father storming the halls. If you would ask the father himself... Well, he wouldn’t deny it.
“¡Dónde está mi pequeña, idiotas!” came from a very angry Stephen Strange.
And since when was he able to speak Spanish?
“Stephen, we´ll find her” A very exasperated Wong tried, following after the other man. “She shouldn´t be missing in the first place!¡Idiotas! ¡Todos ustedes!” Wong grimaced. “You won´t be helping like that!” he finally shouted, and Stephen immediately froze. The man took a few careful breaths. “As soon as we´ve found her, you´re dead, ¿entendido?” And Wong gave a relieved nod.
After that, they were barely seen in the halls anymore, and if they were seen, then they always seemed to have something to do.
***
America groaned from where she was in the middle of the room. Her stomach was feeling on fire, especially with her metabolism, and her head was killing her. Not to forget the weakness in her muscles and the passing out. “Joder, estoy tan muerta.” she groaned, finding comfort in talking in her language.
She was wondering how long it´s been. Probably a few days? Even more? The room was always lighted the same way- barely. “Oh, al diablo con esta mierda” she muttered, as the darkness once again engulfed her.
***
“Where is she?” Stephen growled into the man´s face, who grinned. “Why should I tell you?Anda tidak akan menemukannya tepat waktu” the man teased, and Stephen grew impatient. Just as he was about to hit the man again, Wong, who stood in the corner, spoke up. “What do you mean we wouldn´t find her in time anyway?” he asked, his expression darkening, and Stephen tilted his head surprised.
Just how many languages did this man know?
“None of your business” the man spat, obviously not having expected for someone to know what he said. “You will tell us what you mean” Wong demanded, walking up to the man slowly. The man was trembling, much to Stephen´s amusement. “She´s underground! She´s underground!” The man exclaimed, just before Wong reached him, and Stephen couldn´t help but think how weak the man was.
Wong nodded, thoughtfully. “We have no use for you anymore” the supreme sorcerer said, before lifting his hand and in a flash the prisoner was dead. “Not bad” Stephen commented, and Wong scoffed. “Let´s go” Wong said, and Stephen didn´t need to be told twice.
*** America was woken up by a hand patting America´s cheek persistently, and she groaned in annoyance, weakly trying to swat the hand away, which- it worked. Her hands were free. Her eyes sprang open and she saw a very concerned Stephen in front of her.
“St´ph´n?” she weakly asked, and the man let out a relieved sigh. “America. God, you´re alright” he muttered, and he quickly picked her up, making the girl weakly yelp. “C´mon, we´ll get you home” the man soothingly said, and America relaxed in his hold.
***
Stephen was woken up by someone calling for help and tossing around. Looking around, he saw America, who was getting held down by multiple nurses, but still didn´t calm down. A faraway look was in her eyes, and Stephen winced as she hit her head on the headboard.
He quickly rushed to her side, before cupping her face in his hands, ignoring the way she was hitting and kicking him, as the nurses quickly left her side, letting him do his magic.
“Oye, pequeña, está bien, shh, solo cálmate” he softly soothed her, and he could see her slowly calming down. “It´s alright, kiddo, you´re safe” he whispered, and recognition appeared in her eyes. “Stephen?¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?” she croaked out, before looking around. “oh” came from her, and Stephen chuckled lightly.
“Are you alright?” he asked as he sat back down on the discarded chair, and America slowly nodded. “I- I think so… Wait. You just spoke Spanish- since when-” She got cut off by a coughing fit, and Stephen quickly gave her a glass water. “I learned it” he simply said while America drank the water. He took the glass from her again as soon as she was done and helped her settle back into bed.
“Rest, niña, you´re safe” And America did, having no more nightmares that night.