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An anon on Tumblr asked for this: I also absolutely adored your cactus!ward fic so how about a little Danny/Colleen and Ward?
I was completely stuck for ideas for this 'til![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sovay suggested that it should be as bizarre as the original cactus situation, and then I brainstormed a bit and ... this happened. This is probably a year or two post-canon.
Also posted on Tumblr.
Ward answered the banging on his condo door with a gun in one hand. He cracked open the door and then lowered the gun when he saw a sliver of Danny's face, and opened it the rest of the way.
"It's ten p.m., Danny. Seriously?"
"Can we come in?" Danny said. His hair was dark with rain, and water soaked his T-shirt shoulders and beaded on the hood of the oddly bulky jacket wrapped around Colleen. Danny had an arm around her. "Sorry to bother you, but your place was closer than ours."
There was a slightly desperate edge to Danny's expression, and something alarming about Colleen's hunched posture, and Ward managed to bite back the instinctively sarcastic answer -- Yeah, I'm just going to shut the door in your faces. Instead he stepped back as Danny hustled her inside, glancing after them; the corridor was reassuringly clear of ninjas or anything similarly alarming, and there was no blood on the floor.
"Is she hurt?"
"Not really," Danny said, not the most reassuring answer. Colleen was hunched over, huddled in a long, wet coat; she looked like she was in pain. "Shut the door, quick."
Ward did, and slid the gun back into the drawer in the ornamental end table by the drawer, where it lived. "What's wrong with her?"
"I'm right here," Colleen snapped, speaking for the first time. She didn't sound ill, or injured; she just sounded annoyed, possibly with Ward, possibly with the situation in general. Whatever the situation was.
Ward found himself relaxing somewhat. He might have a relationship with Colleen that was more like "uneasy truce" than friendship, but the idea of anything happening to Colleen knocked his world off its foundations. It would devastate Danny, for one thing.
"So what's going on?" he asked, as Danny helped Colleen unwrap the jacket. As they took it off her, it turned out to be a dark green hooded jacket that Ward recognized as belonging to Danny, which probably explained what Danny was doing running around in a T-shirt in the rain. It had looked a lot more massive wrapped around Colleen, and -- wait a minute -- he'd thought it was a much longer coat, but --
Colleen was not actually dressed underneath it. She was clutching the ragged remnant of a shredded hoodie to her front, and everything else ... at first, Ward couldn't make sense out of it. His initial, bizarre thought was that something alive seemed to be hunched on her shoulders, like some kind of animal wrapped around her. Particularly when it lurched and moved; he took a step back, and then he realized it was attached to her; it was in fact a pair of bedraggled wings, dark with rain, trailing down her legs and reaching all the way to her feet.
"So, do you have any clothes we could borrow?" Danny said as if all of this was perfectly normal, while Colleen's wings rustled and twitched, her pinions brushing the floor.
"Uh," Ward said, staring at the wings. "That's ... new."
"Ward," Colleen said. "My face is up here."
"And your wings are back there!" Face flaming, he half-fled to the bedroom to dig out something to put on her. Assuming they could get anything on her over the wings. A blanket would probably work ...
"What the hell did you people do?" he yelled through the open bedroom door.
"Long story!" Danny called back.
His voice was much closer than the living room; it came, in fact, through the door connecting the condo's master bedroom to its master bath. Ward leaned over to risk a glimpse through the door and saw Danny getting out some towels. Colleen had followed him in, and hung around in the doorway, hunched and miserable-looking.
At the sight of Ward, Colleen's expression of abject misery cleared up and turned into a blank poker face.
"I know it's a long story, yes, I guessed that much," Ward said. "Your girlfriend has wings!"
"Still here, Ward!" Colleen snapped. She started to sit on the edge of the bathtub and jumped up again when she nearly sat on her wings, also coming close to dislodging the remnants of her hoodie that were currently all that was keeping Ward from seeing way too much Colleen. Her wings half-spread in an involuntary reaction, and one of them slapped Danny in the face while the other knocked all the toiletries off the back of the sink.
"Sorry, sorry," she muttered, trying to fold her wings without hitting anything else. They ended up splayed awkwardly with her pinions in the bathtub. Now she looked like a disgruntled parakeet, and Ward had to get out of here before he burst into laughter.
"Here!" he said, thrusting an armload of clothes through the door at Danny. "There's a bathrobe on the back of the door. Just, uh, put whatever on her that'll fit. I'm going to ... kitchen ...." And he fled, closing both bathroom doors -- the one to the bedroom and the one to the living room -- on his way past.
Some banging and clattering from the bathroom followed; occasionally there was a crash or Colleen saying "Oops."
Meanwhile Ward made coffee and got down a box of tea and wished he hadn't given up drinking.
They came out of the bathroom while he was microwaving two cups of water, and he moved in front of the microwave in the hopes of avoiding the “stop making tea in the microwave like a barbarian, Ward” lecture that he got every time Danny caught him at it. Luckily they were too distracted to notice. Colleen was now wearing one of Ward’s T-shirts – from the awkward draping, it looked like they’d cut it open in the back and then tied it to keep it in place – with Ward’s bathrobe draped over the top of it, humped up in back like she was the Hunchback of Notre Dame and trailing the floor around her feet. Danny accompanied her like a sort of tugboat, moving to block the trailing edges of bathrobe and wings to prevent anything from getting knocked over.
“You’re tiny,” Ward said without thinking. Although to be fair, at the moment, she sort of wasn’t, or at least she took up a lot more space than usual. There was just something about seeing her like that, wearing his bathrobe like a circus tent, that really brought the size difference home.
Colleen scowled at him (which, okay, he deserved) and shuffled over to the couch, where she stood staring at it, her wings twitching nervously under the bathrobe. Danny hovered in a paroxysm of anxious uncertainty and then seemed to figure out what the problem was.
"Here, let me help -- maybe if you try draping them over the back? Or -- no, watch the lamp!"
Ward turned back to the microwave and steadfastly ignored the muttering, Colleen's cursing, and an unfortunate-sounding crash from behind him while he added sugar to Danny's tea and creamer to his coffee cup. He picked up the three cups with two handles looped carefully through one hand, and took them into the living room.
Colleen was now hunched on the couch with her wings and the bathrobe rucked up around her. She still looked like a miserable parakeet, or maybe an unhappy, molting owl. Danny was on his knees beside the couch, picking up pieces of the lamp that had been on the end table until a minute or two ago.
"Don't worry about it," Ward said. He set the cups on the coffee table and sat down across from them. "Listen, this isn't even the weirdest thing that's ever happened to us, right?"
"He's right about that," Danny said brightly. He put the pieces of broken lamp on the end table and dusted off his hands, then seemed to realize that there was nowhere to sit on the couch because Colleen's wings were taking up most of it.
"Sorry," Colleen muttered. Her wings jerked, and instead of folding, extended above her back, flipping the bathrobe over her head. One wing got tangled in the blinds while the other smacked the ceiling fan. "I hate these things!" she yelled through the fabric of the bathrobe as she struggled to get it off, with a note of miserable desperation in her voice. It sounded like she was about to cry.
Ward scrambled to his feet. He and Danny shared a quick look; then Ward went to free her wing from the blinds while Danny climbed up on the couch and got the other one unhooked from the fan.
It was distinctly eerie handling Colleen's wings. They were warm and alive, moving in weird, spasmodic little twitches. They were also huge, considerably bigger than they looked when folded. Ward tried to do what Danny was doing, and gathered an armload of wing and walked it over to the couch, while Danny folded up her wing on the other side. Eventually they got the wings tucked back onto each side of her, while Colleen looked humiliated.
"It's okay," Danny said, patting her shoulder. He sat next to her, carefully moving her pinions so he didn't crush anything.
"Seriously," Ward said, "this is so far from the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me, it's not even in the same ballpark."
"Not helpful," Colleen muttered, but she was actually smiling a little bit as she picked up the cup of tea and wrapped her hands around it.
I was completely stuck for ideas for this 'til
sovay suggested that it should be as bizarre as the original cactus situation, and then I brainstormed a bit and ... this happened. This is probably a year or two post-canon.Also posted on Tumblr.
Ward answered the banging on his condo door with a gun in one hand. He cracked open the door and then lowered the gun when he saw a sliver of Danny's face, and opened it the rest of the way.
"It's ten p.m., Danny. Seriously?"
"Can we come in?" Danny said. His hair was dark with rain, and water soaked his T-shirt shoulders and beaded on the hood of the oddly bulky jacket wrapped around Colleen. Danny had an arm around her. "Sorry to bother you, but your place was closer than ours."
There was a slightly desperate edge to Danny's expression, and something alarming about Colleen's hunched posture, and Ward managed to bite back the instinctively sarcastic answer -- Yeah, I'm just going to shut the door in your faces. Instead he stepped back as Danny hustled her inside, glancing after them; the corridor was reassuringly clear of ninjas or anything similarly alarming, and there was no blood on the floor.
"Is she hurt?"
"Not really," Danny said, not the most reassuring answer. Colleen was hunched over, huddled in a long, wet coat; she looked like she was in pain. "Shut the door, quick."
Ward did, and slid the gun back into the drawer in the ornamental end table by the drawer, where it lived. "What's wrong with her?"
"I'm right here," Colleen snapped, speaking for the first time. She didn't sound ill, or injured; she just sounded annoyed, possibly with Ward, possibly with the situation in general. Whatever the situation was.
Ward found himself relaxing somewhat. He might have a relationship with Colleen that was more like "uneasy truce" than friendship, but the idea of anything happening to Colleen knocked his world off its foundations. It would devastate Danny, for one thing.
"So what's going on?" he asked, as Danny helped Colleen unwrap the jacket. As they took it off her, it turned out to be a dark green hooded jacket that Ward recognized as belonging to Danny, which probably explained what Danny was doing running around in a T-shirt in the rain. It had looked a lot more massive wrapped around Colleen, and -- wait a minute -- he'd thought it was a much longer coat, but --
Colleen was not actually dressed underneath it. She was clutching the ragged remnant of a shredded hoodie to her front, and everything else ... at first, Ward couldn't make sense out of it. His initial, bizarre thought was that something alive seemed to be hunched on her shoulders, like some kind of animal wrapped around her. Particularly when it lurched and moved; he took a step back, and then he realized it was attached to her; it was in fact a pair of bedraggled wings, dark with rain, trailing down her legs and reaching all the way to her feet.
"So, do you have any clothes we could borrow?" Danny said as if all of this was perfectly normal, while Colleen's wings rustled and twitched, her pinions brushing the floor.
"Uh," Ward said, staring at the wings. "That's ... new."
"Ward," Colleen said. "My face is up here."
"And your wings are back there!" Face flaming, he half-fled to the bedroom to dig out something to put on her. Assuming they could get anything on her over the wings. A blanket would probably work ...
"What the hell did you people do?" he yelled through the open bedroom door.
"Long story!" Danny called back.
His voice was much closer than the living room; it came, in fact, through the door connecting the condo's master bedroom to its master bath. Ward leaned over to risk a glimpse through the door and saw Danny getting out some towels. Colleen had followed him in, and hung around in the doorway, hunched and miserable-looking.
At the sight of Ward, Colleen's expression of abject misery cleared up and turned into a blank poker face.
"I know it's a long story, yes, I guessed that much," Ward said. "Your girlfriend has wings!"
"Still here, Ward!" Colleen snapped. She started to sit on the edge of the bathtub and jumped up again when she nearly sat on her wings, also coming close to dislodging the remnants of her hoodie that were currently all that was keeping Ward from seeing way too much Colleen. Her wings half-spread in an involuntary reaction, and one of them slapped Danny in the face while the other knocked all the toiletries off the back of the sink.
"Sorry, sorry," she muttered, trying to fold her wings without hitting anything else. They ended up splayed awkwardly with her pinions in the bathtub. Now she looked like a disgruntled parakeet, and Ward had to get out of here before he burst into laughter.
"Here!" he said, thrusting an armload of clothes through the door at Danny. "There's a bathrobe on the back of the door. Just, uh, put whatever on her that'll fit. I'm going to ... kitchen ...." And he fled, closing both bathroom doors -- the one to the bedroom and the one to the living room -- on his way past.
Some banging and clattering from the bathroom followed; occasionally there was a crash or Colleen saying "Oops."
Meanwhile Ward made coffee and got down a box of tea and wished he hadn't given up drinking.
They came out of the bathroom while he was microwaving two cups of water, and he moved in front of the microwave in the hopes of avoiding the “stop making tea in the microwave like a barbarian, Ward” lecture that he got every time Danny caught him at it. Luckily they were too distracted to notice. Colleen was now wearing one of Ward’s T-shirts – from the awkward draping, it looked like they’d cut it open in the back and then tied it to keep it in place – with Ward’s bathrobe draped over the top of it, humped up in back like she was the Hunchback of Notre Dame and trailing the floor around her feet. Danny accompanied her like a sort of tugboat, moving to block the trailing edges of bathrobe and wings to prevent anything from getting knocked over.
“You’re tiny,” Ward said without thinking. Although to be fair, at the moment, she sort of wasn’t, or at least she took up a lot more space than usual. There was just something about seeing her like that, wearing his bathrobe like a circus tent, that really brought the size difference home.
Colleen scowled at him (which, okay, he deserved) and shuffled over to the couch, where she stood staring at it, her wings twitching nervously under the bathrobe. Danny hovered in a paroxysm of anxious uncertainty and then seemed to figure out what the problem was.
"Here, let me help -- maybe if you try draping them over the back? Or -- no, watch the lamp!"
Ward turned back to the microwave and steadfastly ignored the muttering, Colleen's cursing, and an unfortunate-sounding crash from behind him while he added sugar to Danny's tea and creamer to his coffee cup. He picked up the three cups with two handles looped carefully through one hand, and took them into the living room.
Colleen was now hunched on the couch with her wings and the bathrobe rucked up around her. She still looked like a miserable parakeet, or maybe an unhappy, molting owl. Danny was on his knees beside the couch, picking up pieces of the lamp that had been on the end table until a minute or two ago.
"Don't worry about it," Ward said. He set the cups on the coffee table and sat down across from them. "Listen, this isn't even the weirdest thing that's ever happened to us, right?"
"He's right about that," Danny said brightly. He put the pieces of broken lamp on the end table and dusted off his hands, then seemed to realize that there was nowhere to sit on the couch because Colleen's wings were taking up most of it.
"Sorry," Colleen muttered. Her wings jerked, and instead of folding, extended above her back, flipping the bathrobe over her head. One wing got tangled in the blinds while the other smacked the ceiling fan. "I hate these things!" she yelled through the fabric of the bathrobe as she struggled to get it off, with a note of miserable desperation in her voice. It sounded like she was about to cry.
Ward scrambled to his feet. He and Danny shared a quick look; then Ward went to free her wing from the blinds while Danny climbed up on the couch and got the other one unhooked from the fan.
It was distinctly eerie handling Colleen's wings. They were warm and alive, moving in weird, spasmodic little twitches. They were also huge, considerably bigger than they looked when folded. Ward tried to do what Danny was doing, and gathered an armload of wing and walked it over to the couch, while Danny folded up her wing on the other side. Eventually they got the wings tucked back onto each side of her, while Colleen looked humiliated.
"It's okay," Danny said, patting her shoulder. He sat next to her, carefully moving her pinions so he didn't crush anything.
"Seriously," Ward said, "this is so far from the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me, it's not even in the same ballpark."
"Not helpful," Colleen muttered, but she was actually smiling a little bit as she picked up the cup of tea and wrapped her hands around it.
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This was really cute, I love the concept, and Colleen totally deserves to be able to fly! In my head she comes around and kicks but.
I bet Danny would be a great...wingman (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
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.... WOW. XDDDD
I do not think this is actually as bizarre as the cactus story because that's probably impossible. But I tried.
As with many of the partial story snippets this month, I really want to someday write the long version of this.
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Yay!
(I don't have any winged icons, so kaiju is the closest I can get.)
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"Long story!" Danny called back.
This is successfully batshit and heartwarming, which is really on brand for the show.
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I love all the attempts to get her clothed. It reminds me of Sharon Shinn's Samaria books, where the ruling class has wings and furniture and clothes cleverly designed to accommodate them.