There was smoke all around her. Madison could barely see anything. A shadow walked in the smoke. Everything was dark, but Madison could make out the shadow. It was a huge person. Who it was, she didn't know.

Madison followed the shadow, hoping that whoever it was would lead her out of the smoke. Slowly the girl noticed that she was starting to walk in circles, the shadow wasn't leading her anywhere.

She tried to call out to it, but she couldn't speak. The words formed in her head, however they wouldn't come out of her mouth. Madison then tried to use her powers. They didn't work either. The girl tried them all, and yet, none of them worked.

Fear filled Madison's veins as she saw the shadow again. This time it was close; too close for her liking. The girl tried to run. But it seemed as though every time she took one step forward, something pulled her two steps back.

Eventually Madison stopped running, she had tears streaming down her face. The girl sunk to her knees, the air escaping her lungs. She couldn't seem to catch her breath; everything started to fade in and out.

A voice started to speak, "You can't save them. You will never be able to save them. You can try, but you won't succeed."

More tears poured out of Madison's eyes as she started to sob. The voice kept repeating those same three sentences over and over and over again. It wouldn't stop. All Madison wanted was for it to stop.

Madison struggled to breath as she started to shout, "Stop it! Please! Please, stop it!"

"You can't save them. You will never be able to save them. You can try, but you won't succeed," the voice repeated once more.

The brunette covered her ears, desperately wanting to voice to stop. Madison couldn't take it; she couldn't handle to voice. She didn't know what it meant.

Who couldn't she save? Why couldn't she save them? What was happening to them? These questions went through her head over and over again.

"Stop it!" Madison screamed.

Madison sat up in her bed, heaving. Actual tears streamed down her face as she clutched her chest. It was just a dream. Madison was just having a nightmare. That was the second time this month. The trigger for this one must have been what she saw on the news earlier.

Peter had managed to stop a bank robbery, but a deli across the street had exploded. He could have been hurt. That was the only thing Madison could think of.

The girl didn't know why she was having them. They had been happening ever since she was a little girl, ever since her father went missing for the first time. The fear from the dreams was paralyzing.

They used to be all sorts of nightmares, but ever since the attack on New York she had the same one from time to time.

She hated it. Madison had no idea how to stop them, or what they meant. If they even meant anything at all. But Madison did know that she didn't want to have another one.

Madison wiped her eyes and looked at her clock. It was three in the morning. For a few minutes, the girl tried to go back to sleep. She had school in the morning and needed rest. However, her body wouldn't shut down.

So, with a groan, Madison got out of her bed. She went into the bathroom and washed her face. When she got a good look at herself in the mirror, Madison hated what she saw.

Her hair was a tangled mess and she had dark circles under her eyes. There was a new scratch on her face with a small amount of blood starting to form. It must have gotten there from Madison thrashing around in her sleep.

The younger Stark pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She walked back into her room and grabbed her boxing tape. Madison then headed to the gym they had in order to clear her head.

Steve had taught her to take out everything she was feeling on a punching bag instead of another person. It worked for Madison. Whenever she is stressed she would go and workout.

Madison took a swing at the bag she had hanging up. It started to swing back and forth as she punched it again. She started to also take kicks at it. Practicing all of her fighting techniques.

The girl was a skilled fighter in all types of martial arts. After all, she was taught by the best. Memories of Natasha, Clint, and Steve training her under her father's wishes came flooding back.

An hour had passed and by now Madison was hitting the bag with so much force that you could hear her bones popping after every punch and kick.

Eventually Madison got tired of taking her anger out on her punching bag, so she stopped. Sweat poured down her face as she huffed for air. The girl turned around and saw her father standing in the doorway.

He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Tony's hair was also a mess and he had matching bags under his eyes. Madison gave her father a smile, "How long you been there?"

"Long enough. You're getting a lot better," Tony complimented.

Madison shot her dad finger guns, "Couldn't sleep. You know that's when my best efforts come."

Tony gave a laugh and walked towards Madison, "You get that from me."

"Just like your devilish good looks," Madison stated as she flipped her ponytail, "I got blessed with beauty because of you."

"Damn right you did," Tony agreed as he put an arm around Madison, "And I couldn't be more proud of you. You're growing up to be everything I wanted you to be."

"Dad, you know I'm sweaty. Right?" Madison laughed as she put her arm around Tony's waist.

Her father gave another chuckle, "I don't care. If I wanna hug my daughter then I will. No matter the state she is in."

"Wow. What a gentleman, haven't you used that line on Pepper once?" Madison questioned, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"I sure as hell did. And you know what? It works every time. Did I mention that I have a date with her this week?" Tony stated.

Madison gave a huge smile, "No! But look at you go. Let's just not screw this up again."

"If I do then I give you permission to ground me," Tony said, giving his daughter a wink.

The girl gave another smile, "You got it boss. Can we get some hot chocolate?"

Tony gave a nod and the two did just that. Neither one of them could sleep, so Madison just told him about her dream and Tony told her about his. It was a thing they did. Whenever they both woke up from night terrors they would make hot chocolate. Madison liked those late night talks, they always made her feel better.