a kiss for colleen, in relief || @partsofthemachine

He hadn’t meant to allow himself to get distracted. To allow her to disappear in the middle of a fight— it was stupid, even if they were both fully capable of taking care of themselves. Danny found himself panicked when the dust finally settled, near frantic to locate her. Hopefully not amongst the bodies littering the floor of the warehouse they’d broken into...

Finally spotting Colleen, bloody and dusty and very decidedly unhurt and alive, he was quickly back at her side. All the... the nonsense of before had him constantly on high alert when it came to those he cared for. Which was what he would definitely blame for the fact that he wrapped her in a hug, pressing his nose to her hair, then a quick kiss.

“Hey, that was cool and all. Super cool. The sword’s super cool. But please don’t vanish again. ‘Kay?”

i’m probably so far out of peoples feed lmao but HEY hit that like to plot and/or get a random starter

@partsofthemachine || typhoids and marys and walkers, oh MY

So... this woman was back. Again. And he didn’t really know what to do about it? Because like... he didn’t want to fuck with her. But he also didn’t know who she was. Not really. Not today, anyway. Things would be so much simpler if he gave her a sign to hold depending on who she felt like or something. Or like, name tags. At least two of her personalities wouldn’t wear them, though.

Danny snorted in amusement. Of course that was stupid. Any attempt at making his life simpler was stupid. He spun around in his office chair to face her instead of the city below. It wasn’t like he was paying attention to the conference call, anyway.

“Hey... what’s up? Need anything? Or just wanna chat? I’m up for it. And don’t worry, i’ve been muted the entire time. I didn’t even do it myself. Pretty sure Jeri did, honestly. Which is probably for the best, y’know.”

@partsofthemachine || ninja sex party, or something

“You’re doing it wrong again, Colleen.”

He tsks at her, shaking his head. She was trained better than this, right? She grew up as much in this stuff as he did. Punching and clawing your way to the top just to leave it all behind out of desire to be your own person for once in your life... At least, that’s what he assumed she’d done. Maybe it was presumptive and a bit of projecting his feelings onto others again. It didn’t feel all that wrong of an assumption.

Danny leaned forward and placed his hands on the yoga mat again. “Watch,” he instructed, lifting his legs one at a time then straightening them out together, effectively supporting himself on only his arms. It wasn’t an easy pose to hold for very long. He managed around forty five seconds in total before slowly settling back down. “You just need to work on how you’re positioning your arms. You’ve got this.”

@worldknowshername || reunion tour

A year.

It had been a year, he knew it had. Or at least close to a year. He never could quite keep things in order after a while of being so far removed from his old life. Even a few months would change everything... and it had been so much more than a few months.

His life had, for lack of a better way to put it, completely fallen apart. Matt hadn’t been speaking to him for a while, before he’d left. No one had. Not really. They’d seemed to finally get the memo that he wasn’t exactly reliable or good to be around. That’s what he had assumed, anyway. That and that he was splitting at the seams and couldn’t keep pretending to be normal anymore.

So he left, without bothering to give notice. Went home. Went back to somewhere that made more sense. He’d trained until his memories of the past were almost foggy enough to find peace again, if only for a while. He was basically useless without fixing that part of himself. How could he use the physical manifestation of his soul like a weapon when his soul felt shattered? It would never work out until he tried to get at least a little better.

Eventually, though, he remembered why he’d left in the first place. Found himself wanting... something. More. A change.

And so he’d ended up in some shitty little bar a little ways outside Reno. He hadn’t wanted to deal with NYC right away, if ever, and he wasn’t hating it here yet. The beer was decent enough, and no one was trying to speak to him so far. All was well in the world of Daniel Rand.

DROPPING OLD THREADS

hi, all. i’m so out of the loop... anyway! i’m gonna like? start over? i guess?

basically i love this blog a lot and i’m going to go ahead and just. fire it back up. but keep ships and whatnot if anyone is still SOMEHOW interested lol. so i guess, maybe just maybe, this is a starter call? or PM me and we can plan something? whatever works.

"Yeah. Rooftop dinner date thingy. Sounds like fun." It wasn't at all out of the ordinary for them anyway, so no big deal. Besides, Matt wasn't the only one not up for being in the public eye. Danny figured some people might be more than a bit angry with him for falling off the map for a while... and now probably wasn't the best time to deal with them.