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Fanfic advent days 12-13
Tumblr prompt: Danny & Matt, fisticuffs. Posted on Tumblr.
"Ready?" Matt said, and Danny nodded, with a grin -- realizing an instant later that Matt would recognize neither of those actions ... probably, but Matt was already in motion, and Danny leaped down from the rooftop parapet to avoid Matt's first attack.
It was a really fascinating thing, training with Matt. Luke and Colleen were the people Danny mainly sparred with, and Luke was indestructible, while Colleen was ... well ... better than him, with an Iron Fist of her own and a finely honed eye for all of his best moves.
(He generally knew he was going to lose to Colleen, and Luke basically just stood there.)
But Matt was an entirely different sort of interesting experience. Matt had trained for years with Stick, who knew similar styles to those Danny had been raised up with, but then Matt had put his own personal spin on them, and had spent years fighting against people who were completely untrained (at least in the sort of formal way that Matt and Danny both knew) but were also trying to kill him. And then of course Matt had his own special set of abilities. What it amounted to was that Matt was really fun to spar against. It was familiar right up until it wasn't, and Danny got the feeling that Matt felt the same way about training against him.
Weightless, twisting in midair, avoiding Matt's punch by a hair's breadth and twisting around and trying to catch him and feeling the breeze of Matt ducking out of his hands ...
They barely landed a hit on each other, and eventually collapsed on a corner of the rooftop, sweat-slick and breathing hard.
"I'd love to see how you'd handle yourself in K'un-Lun," Danny panted out at last.
"Yeah, no thanks," Matt said, draped against the low rooftop retaining wall. "There's enough here for me, thanks."
Danny got his aching muscles moving and hoisted himself to his feet. He held out a hand, then started to clear his throat to point it out, but Matt was already reaching for it. Yeah, hyper-senses. For some reason it was easier to remember while they were fighting than afterwards.
"So, food?" Danny asked hopefully.
"You lost. You're buying."
"I lost, huh," and Danny brought up a fist, not quite glowing; Matt parried it easily, knocking it aside, and Danny grinned. "Yeah. Okay."
Tumblr prompt for Agent Carter: Jack/Daniel/Peggy or Jack& Daniel &Peggy either for the final dissolution of the SSR and moving to SHIELD or it could be dealing (or more likely Not Dealing) with the stress of the SSR and brass and such. This is another one that really should be a longer story but I ended up just writing a snippet instead. Also posted on Tumblr.
It had been a long time since she'd really had to make do, the way they had during the war, when there were constant shortages of even basic office supplies. At the SSR post-war, it had been difficult and stressful in its own way, but at least there had been adequate supplies of typewriter ribbon and paper.
And now here they were in a basement office in DC, with fire-sale furniture, mismatched chipped cups on the beat-up old metal desk that held the coffee things, and never-ending shortages and equipment breakdowns. It wasn't precisely a lack of funds, because if she wanted something specific, Howard would happily provide it -- once she managed to find him, and ask him, and then make sure he knew exactly what she wanted (which was how they'd ended up with a brand-new, full-size typesetting machine for a printing press, instead of the typewriters she needed). Howard's connection to the practical considerations of everyday life for most people was tenuous at best.
But ... they were here. It was real. And maybe they just had three floors of an old office building that was otherwise half given over to an insurance firm, in which they had to hold prisoners in a hastily reinforced closet because they didn't have cells; maybe they had to work evenings and weekends, struggling to learn how to be their own support staff when they'd always had people to do it for them before.
But it was theirs. It was hers. And Peggy was never going back to letting anyone else be her boss ever again.
"Ready?" Matt said, and Danny nodded, with a grin -- realizing an instant later that Matt would recognize neither of those actions ... probably, but Matt was already in motion, and Danny leaped down from the rooftop parapet to avoid Matt's first attack.
It was a really fascinating thing, training with Matt. Luke and Colleen were the people Danny mainly sparred with, and Luke was indestructible, while Colleen was ... well ... better than him, with an Iron Fist of her own and a finely honed eye for all of his best moves.
(He generally knew he was going to lose to Colleen, and Luke basically just stood there.)
But Matt was an entirely different sort of interesting experience. Matt had trained for years with Stick, who knew similar styles to those Danny had been raised up with, but then Matt had put his own personal spin on them, and had spent years fighting against people who were completely untrained (at least in the sort of formal way that Matt and Danny both knew) but were also trying to kill him. And then of course Matt had his own special set of abilities. What it amounted to was that Matt was really fun to spar against. It was familiar right up until it wasn't, and Danny got the feeling that Matt felt the same way about training against him.
Weightless, twisting in midair, avoiding Matt's punch by a hair's breadth and twisting around and trying to catch him and feeling the breeze of Matt ducking out of his hands ...
They barely landed a hit on each other, and eventually collapsed on a corner of the rooftop, sweat-slick and breathing hard.
"I'd love to see how you'd handle yourself in K'un-Lun," Danny panted out at last.
"Yeah, no thanks," Matt said, draped against the low rooftop retaining wall. "There's enough here for me, thanks."
Danny got his aching muscles moving and hoisted himself to his feet. He held out a hand, then started to clear his throat to point it out, but Matt was already reaching for it. Yeah, hyper-senses. For some reason it was easier to remember while they were fighting than afterwards.
"So, food?" Danny asked hopefully.
"You lost. You're buying."
"I lost, huh," and Danny brought up a fist, not quite glowing; Matt parried it easily, knocking it aside, and Danny grinned. "Yeah. Okay."
Tumblr prompt for Agent Carter: Jack/Daniel/Peggy or Jack& Daniel &Peggy either for the final dissolution of the SSR and moving to SHIELD or it could be dealing (or more likely Not Dealing) with the stress of the SSR and brass and such. This is another one that really should be a longer story but I ended up just writing a snippet instead. Also posted on Tumblr.
It had been a long time since she'd really had to make do, the way they had during the war, when there were constant shortages of even basic office supplies. At the SSR post-war, it had been difficult and stressful in its own way, but at least there had been adequate supplies of typewriter ribbon and paper.
And now here they were in a basement office in DC, with fire-sale furniture, mismatched chipped cups on the beat-up old metal desk that held the coffee things, and never-ending shortages and equipment breakdowns. It wasn't precisely a lack of funds, because if she wanted something specific, Howard would happily provide it -- once she managed to find him, and ask him, and then make sure he knew exactly what she wanted (which was how they'd ended up with a brand-new, full-size typesetting machine for a printing press, instead of the typewriters she needed). Howard's connection to the practical considerations of everyday life for most people was tenuous at best.
But ... they were here. It was real. And maybe they just had three floors of an old office building that was otherwise half given over to an insurance firm, in which they had to hold prisoners in a hastily reinforced closet because they didn't have cells; maybe they had to work evenings and weekends, struggling to learn how to be their own support staff when they'd always had people to do it for them before.
But it was theirs. It was hers. And Peggy was never going back to letting anyone else be her boss ever again.
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