Wrong Number

I sit on the couch, my head on Steve's shoulder. I'm fast asleep, as the team talked with each other. "We should get her to bed," said Wanda.

Steve lays a hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me awake, "Harper... Come on, wake up." He says quietly to not startle me.

I slowly wake up from my sleep, a hand coming up to rub my face. "Wha you say?" I murmer

Steve chuckles softly, "Wake up so we can get you to bed."

"Hm." I open my eyes tirely. I get to my feet, as does Steve. He keeps an arm around me as he guides me to the elevator, "I got it." I assure him, stepping in, "Night."

"Night, Harper." He says, and the doors shut.

I lean against the wall of the elevator, fighting to keep my eyes open. I go and stumble through the hall to my room. I walk in, flopping down on my bed, not bothering to change. I yawn, laying on my tummy. I feel Ivy snuggle up to me, and I fall asleep.

Loki POV:

I was walking to my room when I saw the light to Harper's room on. I furrows my eyebrows, confused. Harper had went upstairs about a hour ago, why would she be awake? I look into her room, to see her laying on her bed. I can feel sadness radiating off her, as tears run down her sleeping face.

I look into her mind to see her nightmare. It's about a woman yelling at her, hurting Harper. I bite the inside of my cheek, before deciding.

I go over to Harper's bed, and I press my middle and forefinger to the side of the girl's temple. I summon my magic to end her night terror.

Her tears subside, her body relaxing. I pull away, careful not to wake her. Before I do, I make sure to turn off the lights for her.