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Post by Molly Hayes on May 24, 2014 13:06:37 GMT -5
 In theory living with the Avengers was the coolest thing in the entire world. In actuality, it was booooooring! The place wasn't built for an eleven year old, and neither were the other occupants. That was why Molly's mission this morning had been to escape for a little while and find kids her own age to befriend. Only she'd slept in. And she couldn't miss lunch. So "morning" had turned into about three in the afternoon.It was a sunny day, spring had finally decided what it was doing with it's life, and in the pavement cooked air it bordered on hot. This was just fine for the little California girl in her capris and tank top. The frog hat made her look particularly spring-y and she had a wide smile on her face as she made her way down the concrete side streets and main thoroughfares of New York City. There were lots of people! Which was exciting. The only problem was that she wasn't finding any children her own age.Okay, they were there. She saw the occasional other child being dragged past by their parents. One time she even slipped into a field trip group. For the most part, though, she was an oddity. A child roaming the streets alone, during school hours, and wearing a ridiculous frog hat. Molly made her way downtown from Avengers Tower. She wandered into the garment district, marveling up at the skyscrapers. The Empire State building towered high above her, and the Chrysler building lay behind her. The littlest Runaway didn't know it, but she was approaching dangerous territory as she neared Union Square. The shops that lined the streets of the upper twenties were squat and sunken, with shadowy windows and cheap bling bedazzling their doorways. The people that ran them weren't the…cleanest of sorts, sometimes, and they could get into disagreements with others like them located nearby. It wasn't usually a problem when times were certain and the economy wasn't a totally wreck. The problem, though, was that nothing was certain anymore.A gunshot startled Molly as she neared 28th street. The little girl stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening as the sidewalk in front of her suddenly emptied. That was the surest way to know violence was happening: when the locals could taste the change in the air and scattered. Instead of running off to hide like a sensible little girl would have done, Molly made her way towards the sound of the commotion. More gunshots followed the first, accompanied by shouts. The child picked up her pace, running forwards, when she was suddenly grabbed around the wrist and pulled behind a car by a strong arm."What're you doin', kid?" the man asked from his position hidden from errant bullets behind a car."Don't worry, Mister," Molly said to reassure him. "I'm a super hero!" sort of but who was there to disagree? Except for the man who seemed to be torn between laughing and informing her she actually wasn't."I'm gunna borrow this car now, 'kay?" Without waiting for an answer the little girl's eyes flashed magenta and the tips of her hair spun like live wires. She reached under the car, hefting it easily over her head as though it were an empty cardboard box. The man's voice fell away behind her, and she didn't bother to see if he scattered like an exposed roach. Without any warning, Molly flung the vehicle down the now-empty street until it rolled to a stop upside down in the middle of the gunfight.
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Post by Daniel Rand on Jun 1, 2014 13:47:07 GMT -5
 To have immortality Is to first live a life worth remembering ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯
Being knee deep in a gun fight was not exactly what Daniel had planned that morning, but as a ‘hero’ it seemed to be something to always be prepared for. Despite the heat of the blazing summer day, like most heroes, his costume was hidden tight to his skin underneath an earthy red baggy tee and casual khakis. Having trained most of his life however in the frozen mountain tops of his hidden home in the mystic mountain range, it was bordering impossible to focus under the heat of the afternoon sun. His tight uniform felt like a second layer of skin that may never come off, there would need to be some adjustments if he was going to keep up with wearing this all the time. There just had to be some other kind of fabric that was less insulating than this. Unfortunately, even among the many shops littering the streets of New York, it was hard to ask for clothing that had more ‘breath’ when being worn under you everyday cloths and not draw attention to yourself.
“I see now why so many have opted for back packs” he mumbled out, pausing under the shade of a café awning to catch a well needed moment of relief. The back of his hand rubbed across his brow to keep the threatening drops of perspiration from clouding his vision. A deep sigh pulled the stress from his body into an exhale and he assessed weather or not he should just head back to his apartment and find a new approach to this costume malfunction for the day, or if he could power through it for a bit longer. Something in his gut told him turning back was a bad call, even though his mind was pleading with him to return home. “I could just come back..” the young teen tried to reason with his own instincts but years of training taught him that the mind was easily swayed, where in the soul never lied. Glancing into the café window he settled for just getting something to take his mind off the increasing temperature, set even higher by the concrete and steel that made up the big apple. Stepping into the air conditioned café he got in line and waited to order anything with ice in it.
As he stood, finally feeling back to a tolerable body temperature and pulling out the currency required to purchase his iced tea, gun shots echoed through the store. Silence fell over the noisy little restaurant and like all others in the building he too looked to the streets. –That was close by..- he thought as his eyes narrowed and just as was to be expected in this area return shots were fired. Chaos ensued after the second and third bullets left their barrels, people rushed to finish what they had and vacate the area. In the streets meandering pedestrians were broken into a run and like a fire drill the area would soon be void of life, other than those brave enough to watch or dumb enough to be involved. Danny, sadly, was forced by his career path to be one of those ‘dumb’ ones. Slapping down a 20 on the counter he bowed politely to the dumbstruck barista and offered a quick sorry before bolting into the streets. Stopping outside the door as people parted around him in a frantic dash to be out of harm’s way, he used the flow of fear to pin point the scene, and then push against the current to make his way to the shootout.
Ducking into and alley, as all good heroes did, before being into the thick of things he gave a glance for privacy and dug into his back pocket to pull the neatly folded dragon mask out. Wasting no time he tied the yellow mask over his features, white with black hemmed eyes protecting his identity as his shirt and pants were discarded. A waste if he never found them again but, most likely, someone would find a use for them. In this city there was always a body looking for cloths, a sad truth but one that gave him a small feeling of joy that there would be no waste.
Finally, without the first layer it was far more tolerable to be in the heat of the day. It was only unfortunate that the heat was soon to be the least of anyone’s worries. Hero he was, but bullet proof he wasn’t. Without any back up or a way to call for assistance I was just another time where he had to face the possibility that there wasn’t going to be any walking home from this. Death was always around them though, and this teen was not afraid to die. He didn’t enjoy the thought, but he accepted the risk.
Reaching the cross road where the commotion was centered he felt ready for anything, that was until a vehicle tumbled top side down across the intersection and landed hard between the two distinct groups of thugs. It was not as if it was uncommon, or the first time he had ever seen a car used as a weapon. His best friend was a heavy lifter and one who often used a show of strength to start things off and create a distraction. What had him frozen in awe was that the one who threw the car and was now view of all the gathered criminals with guns, was a girl he could only guess was not much older than 10. Strong as she was, he could not assume she was also impervious to a 22cal slug, and without that car she tossed, her only defense was hoping the combating men were not ready to face a murder charge for a minor. Kid killers were not treated well in prison, or at least so he had heard.
While distracted still by the same thing that had Danny’s jaw drop, the armed idiots seemed at a loss for what to do. Having recovered from his own surprise it gave him valuable time to come up behind the two men on the street side nearest him. His only hope to keep bullets from going down at the child was to redirect the focus.
“Wrong move kid!” one of the assailants hollered and held up his pistol. Seemed that in the end and with the police force nowhere in sight the fear of being put away as a kid killer wasn’t enough to stop the threats. Especially when powered by the fear that this ‘kid’ could throw more than a fit. The Car made a handy shield from cross fire and he happened to have picked the side with the loud mouth. As his finger tightened over the trigger Danny moved from his place at the nearest doorway and with remarkable speed shot his hand forward to push the others extended arm and allow the two rounds to be fired into the car. These bullets seemed to be fired at the men across the street and it was enough to pull them back to their personal feud and create enough confusion the keep most of the focus away from the girl. Most of it that is, he could not be on both sides at once and could only hope a kid with confidence and that much strength had SOMETHING more in the way of a pan than one car would solve it all.
As the man realized he had been assaulted there was a growl, but before he could say what was obviously not PG rated Danny brought back his elbow from its extension into the others elbow to crack the idiot in the side of the head, pivoting around his frame to swing his other elbow into the man’s lower back and near to his kidney dropping him to the ground in discomfort and lining Danny up to put his right foot in the second, rather surprised looking, man’s gut "There is no honour in firing at some one who is unarmed". His back now to the girl down the girl down the street he prayed she was running for cover. The opposing side had at least two or three more people and that meant while two could focus on this side, the others would still be able to make the choice to fire at either him or her, and he doubted they were ready to forget the threat the girl posed. Grabbing one of the guns Danny managed to toss the fire arm hard enough to clip another on the far side in the forehead and buy him time to make it to the car in the street for cover but it would be a whole new level of hard if he still had to make it down to defend the girl. Peeking out from the back end he looked to where the pre-teen had been hoping not to see her, but for some reason doubting even if he didn’t, that she was actually gone. For all he knew she had the same idea to use this vehicle as a movable shield.
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Princess Powerful
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Post by Molly Hayes on Jun 5, 2014 15:14:36 GMT -5
The little mutant yelped as a gun blast sailed past her, and even though she'd shattered shovels before she really didn't want to find out what happened when she got hit by a bullet. In the movies people always died when they got hit by a bullet. Molly didn't feel like dying today. There were still twenty-four flavors of Baskin Robins Ice Cream she had yet to try!
The little girl scrambled out of the way like a puppy startled by thunder and crawled under the nearest car. The bad guys wouldn't be able to get her under here! She peeked out from under the vehicle, eyes glowing violet with mutant powers, and that was when she noticed she wasn't the only superhero trying to save the day and stop the gunfight. There was a guy in a cool green uniform, with a yellow mask. The little girl inhaled sharply. One day she was gunna have a cool uniform like that! Only it would be pink.
Now that she knew she wasn't alone, the kid's effort redoubled. Mostly, it involved her hefting the car she was currently under like a giant turtle shell. She angled the body of the car in front of her as she maneuvered into the sidewalk and didn't bother to look where she was going before charging forwards.
She felt bullets slam into the car she was carrying, but Molly didn't stop, and eventually the men on her side of the street were forced to retreat from the little mutant girl bearing down on them with a car. That didn't keep the other side of the street from shooting at her, though. A bullet ricocheted off the car she was carrying, coming close enough to her hands that Molly flinched and dropped the vehicle.
It landed on her with the thud of rubber tires hitting pavement. The little girl shrieked as she was knocked to the pavement. Then there was silence as Molly decided it was better to hide under the car and not get shot at. Especially since she was starting to feel sleepy.
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Post by Daniel Rand on Jun 24, 2014 23:31:08 GMT -5
To have immortality Is to first live a life worth remembering ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯
Danny didn’t see her at first, and for a moment he thought the young heroine had left the scene. It was a hope that soon would fade as quickly as it had overtaken him. First he noticed the hint of purple from under the care not far from where she had been, and then the vehicle lifted from the ground like a toy and was used not only as a shield but a battering ram. Danny had to admit it was a smart move, one that would have a decent affect as the occupants of opposite side of the street scattered for their lives.
Perhapse she was not as new at this as she looked. Rising slowly from his cover he was about to make his way closer to the young hero when another shot rang out. It echoed from behind him and the round hit steel. All he could see from his angle was the car drop suddenly and he picked up the cry of the young one beneath it. His heart sank and for a moment time seemed to freeze. Had she been hit? Was her strength just that, a show of power? For all he knew he had just seen the death of a hero, and one so young it was heart breaking. He had no right to say there should be an age limit on this field, but inexperience killed and the younger they are the easier it can be to make a mistake. She should never have gotten into this and he felt anger bubble up that someone would put thoughts in her head and leave her alone to wander. That was no way to be responsible, and there was only so much blame that could go to the child.
Turning to watch the middle aged man lower his gun and lean up to see if he could get a better view of the girl, Danny tried his best to control his emotions as he charged forward. The motion caught the final shooters eye and the man turned sharp. The muscles in his arms contracted to pull up the gun in his hand, finger crashing into the trigger to try and take down the moving target. Iron Fist has seen it coming a mile away. Thugs like this were predictable and some on acting out of fear a simple re-action was an even simpler read. The others aim was poor and rush and with a simple side step he made it around the shot. Before the clip could finish reloading the next round he was on the man. One hand on the hood of a parked car and the momentum of his run carried his right foot up and forward into the chest of the armed man. His left foot tucked back now surged forward to further drive his frame and propel him the extra distance needed to fully clear the car and land without falter. The man was knocked back and down. The force of the impact and already frightful and unstable hold on the gun caused it to drop as his hand hit the ground followed by his head. Instinct causing him to cry and break the fall, instead his wrist took the damage and he drew it in close to sulk over the pain.
Danny took the weapon while the man cussed through his agony. He set it near the man’s head and watched him eye the gun then him. Calculating how fast he could use his left hand to grab and fire a round at the fool who had returned his weapon. Before he could, Danny let his fist glow in a golden smoke and he slammed his fist down into the gun as it shattered into hundreds of pieces. Concrete pelted the shooter and he cringed rolling away from the hit. Watching the man whimper like a baby he slowly moved his hand away and stood. The concentrated chi returning to its natural flow of his body and returning his hand to normal. “If that girl is dead..you will spend the next 25 years to life wishing I was as twisted as you..” he warned and stepped away, not bothering to watch as the other flinched and curled up.
Sharp eyes scanned the scene and he double checked that they were alone. Everything seemed taken care of and for now he could do what matter most. Safely check on the girl, but first he had a tone of steel to go through. Unlike Molly he could not dead lift the car away, but a quick check as to where she was below the automobile, he summoned once more the power of his own inner energy and his fist ignited in a radiant glow. He felt his heart begin to rush and the thought of flipping the car only to find a dead body was eating at his stomach. As trained and spiritually focused as he was, he was only human, and time was not on his side if she was seriously injured. “If you can hear me, keep as tight to the ground as you can and don’t move” he instructed for her safety before putting his fist into the lower broad side of the car. The force pushed the car across the road but as the opposite tires dug in thanks to fiction his low hit managed to flip the car onto its side and into a slow roll onto its top. Exposed now he knelt next to Molly and felt every stone tight muscle relax as he saw no blood and could see the soft rise and fall of her breathing. That was nothing to say she was not injured, just simply not with the gravity of bleeding out, or already having passed on. “Hey, can you hear me? Does anything hurt?” the question posed he placed a hand softly on her shoulder to show he was there to help, and also to push her down if she tried to rise. If there were back, neck, or head injuries keeping still was important. “I’m Iron Fist, whats your name?” Nothing medically relevant, but he wasn’t about to just call her girl.
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Post by Molly Hayes on Jun 25, 2014 0:05:50 GMT -5
It usually wasn't a good idea to fall asleep in the middle of a battle, but that just sort of happened sometimes when your super mutant strength took a lot of energy. While Ironfist was fretting over her safety Molly was perfectly well, and totally asleep under the vehicle she had been using for a shield. The little girl didn't know what was going on around her, which was a bummer because she would have loved to see Ironfist punch a gun to smithereens...and then try it herself. But she was safe for the moment, no one could reach her under the car, and even if she hadn't been, that probably wouldn't have stopped her from falling asleep anyway.ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Molly was roused into a groggy sort of half-awareness when light suddenly hit the back of her eyelids in a haze of red. The little girl groaned and opened her eyes blearily as a face came into focus. He was wearing a green mask, and it took Molly a moment to understand what was going on. She blinked up at Danny as she tried to roll into a sitting position. "Are the shooty people gone?" she asked, though the answer was pretty obvious considering the superhero was here and not punching their faces in.The girl rubbed her eyes and seemed to wake up more as Ironfist introduced himself. "You have a cool costume!" Molly blurted out before she could stop herself and answer his question. "Chase says costumes are gay so we don't have any, but I've always wanted a cool costume like yours. Only mine would be pink!" if Danny had been worried anything was wrong with the Hayes girl, he obviously didn't need to any more. She was answering his simple question with something akin to a life story.Standing to her feet as though nothing had happened the little girl adjusted her hat. "I'm Princess Powerful!" she announced to Ironfist proudly, sticking her fists on either side of her hips and trying to look heroic in a lopsided frog hat. It wasn't exactly awe inspiring. "I'm a mutant, and I've got super strength, and I'm gunna be a hero just like you only I'm going to join the X-Men and marry Wolverine." |
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Post by Daniel Rand on Jun 29, 2014 18:08:17 GMT -5
To have immortality Is to first live a life worth remembering ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯
Danny saw her eyes flutter open and the warm arms of relief warped more tightly around him. She breathing, not bleeding, and now awake even. Perhaps more durable like his friend then he was giving her credit for. When she spoke it was only another good sign, no brain damage that he could tell of and coherent enough to know where she was and what had been going on prior to her passing out. “For now” he answered knowing there was ever the possibility that one of them might double back or even bring reinforcements. Only after responding did he realize that she had sat up and while he was starting to suspect the car lofting pre-teen was pretty durable he still had to worry about her being under that much car and not have injured something. Even to this day he often found himself nervous about Luke even though he had seen the man go through nearly everything and come out very much alive and often completely unscathed. If not for the chance that the ‘shooty people’ could be back he might have even forced her to lay back and finish resting.
When his costume was brought up instead of a response to if she was feeling alright, it almost answered in an unintentional way. Had she been in any pain there was no doubt this level of energy would not be possible. Looking to his green and yellow outfit he gave a soft smile before glancing back up to the girl “Thank you, it’s the traditional outfit.” he offered unable to be to stern in the presence of such unbridled joy and energy. Feeling any worry that she had sustained injury slip away, he rocked back onto his butt and took a moment to thank the lucky stars that he did not have a dead or gravely injured child on his hands. He would take over energetic over life chantingly crippled any day.
She stood proud and tall as the title was announced and her pose was rather amusing, kind of reminded him of peter but in a more feminine and 9 year old kind of way. The energy was contagious and soon he had a rather big grin on his own face as he reached up and offered her his hand to shake. “It’s a pleasure and honor to meet you Princess Powerful” he said bowing his head and without belittling her in any way. For all he knew she really was a hero and not just a kid with powers where she was from. He had started young as well, and for some reason would not be shocked if Furry had a younger young hero team in the training. Maybe she was with the avengers or some faction of theirs. The question was answered for him though as she continued to announce herself by explaining she was an aspiring x-men. He had not dealt with many of the mutant groups yet but he did know a fair deal about Wolverine and he could not hide the surprised look as she announced her plan to be his wife. “Wolverine, well now that is quite the goal.” He offered once again without putting down her dreams. Dreams and goals were important and who was he to say hers were not achievable. Those were things she would learn in her own time, or achieve if it was meant to be. One key note he had picked up on was that she was aiming to join the mutant group, but was not part of it yet. “While you’re working on being an x-men are you staying with your parents?” he asked trying to figure out where he would return the young girl too now that the bullets had stopped flying.
Danny had no idea that this girl was stolen from a home dimension like himself, or that there her life was far from living at home and complaining about school work. He knew there was a lot of mutant discrimination but had yet to see much of it first hand and had no way to judge how her life might have been. All he knew is she seemed happy and excited to be here and be part of the ‘good fight’.
Getting up he gave his outfit a quick dust off then offered her his hand with the intention of at least getting them out of this war zone looking area before the cops showed up. “You know..I think you would look very cute in a pink dragon mask” he offered pulling back to her claims that she wanted her own pink costume. “But the frog hat suits you so well.” Danny had never been around children much, but part of being a leader was being a teacher and that would mean working with and training younger k’hun lunians. From what he had been told he was a natural with children, mostly due to having a lot more patience than the average person. “Your super strength is impressive, is there anything else you can do?” curiosity brought out this question, and the more he understood her talents the more he could trust her capabilities if ever they were in another fight again. One thing had been clear back in the gun fight though, she did not really have any formal training on how to deal with armed men or understanding what people were capable of when faced with heroes or people ‘stronger’ than them. Like a cat backed into a corner, even with a kid, most would fight back violently.
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Post by Molly Hayes on Jul 21, 2014 12:46:58 GMT -5
The little girl beamed in delight when he shook her hand like she was a grown up! He didn't laugh at her goals, or give her that look adults did when they thought she was adorable, but utterly hopeless. She liked Iron Fist. He was nice! Then he asked about her parents. The little girl wrinkled her nose and shook her head.
"My parents exploded because they were evil mutants," Molly replied as though it was normal for "evil mutants" to simply explode without provocation on account of their evilness. "They were gunna destroy the world with my friend's parents. So we stopped them, and now we're all orphans, like Annie! But with less singing. Now we fight bad guys and travel around in a giant frog!" The little girl wasn't very good at explaining what had happened with her parents, but at least her stories were consistent about them exploding. The giant frog was also consistent. Not that everyone believed the giant frog part.
"I dunno how I got to New York, but now I'm staying with the Avengers!" the girl informed him. "Spiderman is really nice. He didn't even ground me when I threw a car at him! Ironman smells like beers, and is mean. I don't really like him. Ms. Marvel is my favorite Avenger! She helped me build a fort!" she explained in case he didn't know them very well. She had met so many superheroes in her short time in New York City, and it was kind of the most exciting thing for the little hero-obsessed girl. She would happily chatter about all the heroes she'd met all day. "Have you seen Wolverine yet? Is he in the city?" she asked hopefully.
But then he was talking about costumes and she was easily distracted. The little girl beamed and adjusted her lopsided frog hat before he began to talk about her powers. When he asked if there was anything else she could do. The girl shook her head. "I can break shovels with my head! Do you think Hulk can do that?" she didn't mention that she'd broken an enchanted shovel on her head, but it could obviously be extrapolated that her powers gave her some measure of invulnerability to go with her enormous strength. |
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Post by Daniel Rand on Aug 4, 2014 20:24:08 GMT -5
To have immortality Is to first live a life worth remembering ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯
There were no words for the way this girl described the demise of her parents, his mind drew a blank as he stared at the beaming young child after she had just told him her mother and father had exploded. The story got a bit more background to it when she mentioned they were evil mutants but, family was family wasn’t it? There wasn’t any remourse in her voice that he could hear, and the way she excitedly spoke of being an orphan was almost troubling. True, he could now speak of his own parents death comfortably but he was nearly to his 20’s and they had not..exploded. For a second he had to second guess everything she was even telling him. The part about a giant frog really made it seem like this was just her minds way of coping with loss. Yet as he looked into her eyes there was no lies to be seen, and most certainly she didn’t give off the ‘crazy vibe’. Could it seriously be possible for such a young girl to be at peace with the fact that her parents had exploded and their little orphan group was a suitable situation for her age.
~Be careful placing judgment upon others, lest you know what battles they are fighting.~ Wise words rang out in his mind form ages ago. Yuti spoke them with such confidence and wisdom back when he was only a child in training. The importance of its meaning shown through to him now as it had over many situations in his short life time. He had no right to say her life was not ‘good’, he didn’t know the full story or the conditions of her orphan group. Judging them would be unfair and one sided of him. Putting on a smile despite his worry he nodded withdrew his extended hand in favor of just walking. Hopefully she would simply follow without need to be guided. “I would love to hear more about your friends some time, and maybe you could even draw me a picture of this giant frog?” his words crisp and genuine, at least the more he got to know the more pieces he would have of her life’s puzzle.
The list of hero’s she knew was staggering, already having met so many in her time here. Yet, it was strange that any of them would just let her out into the streets without some form of super vision. They were all busy people but surely at the least Peter and Mrs.Marvel knew better. “Wow, that’s quite the group you know already. Staying with the Avengers must also be pretty cool, I’ve met Captain America, Black Widow, Hawkeye, the Hulk and the Howling Commando’s before. Though, here I can only say I know Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Mrs.Marvel..but I did meet a guy from space too! None other than Starlord himself..of the Guardians of the Galaxy! One of my friends back home was part of their team. Can’t say I have seen Wolverine around though, sorry Princess”.
The comment about the hulk and shovel smashing brought a laugh to his lips. He could only imagine what expression would come over the hulks face if anyone ever even tried to hit him with a shovel. The outcome was comical to say the least. “Oh I think that’s just one more thing that makes you special Princess P. You know..I do know someone else that could do something like that. He is my best friend in the whole world, and much like you he is very strong and had indestructible skin. He isn’t a cool mutant though, but his parents made him that way with science to save his life. We call him Powerman.” Danny felt a small pain tighten his chest as he thought of Luke. He missed everyone on his team but they had been friends since before the S.H.I.E.L.D group assembled and of all his friends Luke was the only one to carry ‘best’ in front of his name. Half the time he was more than willing to call him a brother.
“If he shows up, I’ll makes sure you get to meet him. Maybe he could show you some cool tricks” he offered though a part of him worried that day would never come. Looking around the streets they were on to try and orient himself he cleared his head of the negative thoughts and focused on the now. “Should we be getting you back to the Avngers’ tower?” the question was an offer. Now that he was here he could watch over her so that issue was solved. If she didn’t want to go back, who was he to force her to so do.
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