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Screams echoed through the halls of the Sanctum Sanctorum on this stormy October night. Shrieks of terror as the monster that had escaped its bonds devoured another victim and actively hunted the rest of the survivors for sport. There would only be one true survivor of the night, and that would be Stephen Strange.
He was sitting in his office with a cup of tea, reading a book he was meaning to catch up on. He had long blocked out the screaming. He’d once had a younger sister who had had numerous sleepovers in her childhood. Ignoring the various random shrieks of teenagers was a well learned skill by this point. Stephen was only happy that America had progressed to the point where her portals weren’t controlled by emotions anymore.
Yes, America was having her first sleepover in this universe. Surprisingly with Peter Parker and his friends while they were still in town. The three were in their freshman year at MIT together after he convinced the kid to call the school back after the first rejection. Peter still liked to drop by when he was in town and upon meeting America, she was immediately adopted into his friend group despite the age difference.
Stephen was pretty sure that America was trying to teach them mystic arts on the sky but Stephen was going to catch them one of these days.
For now, the group of four were upstairs screaming their hearts out at some of Stephen’s old horror movies he still had on VHS. Despite the chaos, Stephen enjoyed his night regardless. Everything was as it should be.