Summary: After having re-watched the pilot, I was inspired to write two little 100-word drabbles - one from Danny's side and one from Steve's.
Drabble Set One
Danny:
There's that moment when he curls a hand around your arm. When the slight squeeze tells you something's about to go down. When he's telling you without words it's time for the shitstorm. Calm and placid in those moments, when your eyes meet just as the hail of bullets starts whizzing past your ears, you know he's going to rush into the fray like he's bulletproof. He thinks he is because you've got his back. He believes in you that much. Maybe, though you'll never tell him that, it's the fear you'll fail that makes you yell at him later.
Steve:
You're used to having a team of men at your back. Used to them having gone through the same training as you, being the same caliber as you in executing that training. You're used to following orders, giving orders, having your men do what you tell them the first time. And then, your world is flipped on its ear. You're suddenly confronted with a man who pushes back, punches back. Someone who isn't afraid of you just because of who you are. Someone who, from the moment you met him over the barrel of a gun, you trusted.