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A/N: Looks like some technical difficulties are coming up. I am updating form a different computer than normal and it is really old so this looks like a new and fun adventure waiting to start. Anyway… This chapter… I didn't really know what I was thinking when I wrote it but here it is. I hope you all enjoy this part of the story. I plan to write Luke's chapter and maybe one more each.
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Arrowshaft- I know my spelling is a nightmare some days, I have people who go in and read it for me and I use all the websites I can, but there is only so much that I caught. It is hard to keep everyone in character and I want to know how you think I did on Danny this time, it's different. Not so much on the team building side, but this chapter is more on him struggling within himself. In the comics one of the things Sam values a lot is Family and when he starts out the Nova gig he has to tell his mom before he leaves. So to Sam; family is important.
ArtemisBAMF1218- First things first; I am debating on names I am thinking maybe doing a name to go along with the "Next Generation" or I might go with something else. Still debating. This would take place before the events of Hope and Kai's stories. And Danny would be a major character. I've gotten a good part of it written out and I am hopping to have it up here in maybe a week or two. I don't know if I need three stories up here or not. Also if there is anything you might think would be interesting to add let me know. I'm glad you like my take on Sam and I also enjoyed writing a touch on Spiderman, he'll be coming back. Fury does notice everything. No point in trying to hide it.
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Chapter 11: Danny
Wolves howled.
The cold ate at me unforgiving.
A dragon breathed its fire everywhere.
People were suffering just beyond my sight.
"Get a grip," I yell at myself. I was crouched down in snow wrapped in a cloak and covered in blood. "None of this is real," I assure myself. "Not a word of it. It couldn't be."
"What makes you so sure?" The dragon had stopped its fire breathing and had come over to me.
"I just know," I reply.
"You know nothing. You are an unworthy impure outsider! You have nothing!" The dragon mocks me and I feel my muscles giving out.
"I may have nothing to lose but I have everything to prove and I have people who care for me!" I argue.
"You sound so certain. But you will still rip yourself to shreds living a lie." The dragon seems gentle and wise, not vicious and attacking.
"What lie?" I ask pain explodes all over my body.
"You know what lie." The dragon replies and with a mighty breath I am covered in flames, my skin burning and my consciousness was fading.
"Weapon."
"You can cut both ways."
"Focus more."
"Outsider."
"Unworthy."
"Deadly."
"Weak."
"Lier."
The words went through my head with each hit. Some of them had taunting voices that I couldn't identify. While others were the harsh judgments of my mentors. The last one was the dragon from my dream.
What was I joking the monks were kind to me, they helped me when I needed it, and they cared about me. But when it came to training I always was alone. I was expected to be the best. Nothing less than perfection.
Ka-Boom!
A loud exploding sound wakes me up from my trance.
The punching bag had fallen off the chain and had a gaping whole in the middle again.
"Focus Danny," I mutter racking my brain. I rub my head. "I'm in control. In control. Control." Each word weight on my shoulders goes away.
I hang up the fifth punching bag and take my stance hitting it strongly. "No, chi energy. Just me. Just Danny."
I had picked up the habit of talking to myself when I was alone. Not that it did anything, but I would sometimes hear Shoa-Loa buzzing inside of me as if responding.
The nervousness of not lashing out and hurting someone had built up over the past week or two. I locked myself away as much as I could.
Coulson had already decided I was just "anti-social". But in reality I was just scared. Scared of myself.
Was that my lie?
This was much harder than Aman said it would be.
The outside world is crazy.
I haven't done too much. I had held back from the team. Luke was the only one I had really talked to.
Ava and Sam, I had spoken to, but I hadn't told them anything personal. Besides the 'K'un-Lun' deal. And there was no way on earth I was going to willingly going to mention the whole "royal" deal or whatever it was.
Simply thinking about it made my head spin.
So when Ava asked me about teaching her something's about martial arts I agreed, I was happy for the distraction.
So Saturday came around and I was waiting in Court, warming up and go through the motions of a routine.
I threw my hand out in front of me and keeping a low stance I struck the air in front of me again. Straightening up I dodge two imaginary strikes against me. It was calm, just slowly going through each motion, giving each strike its own power
"Is that what you're going to show me?" Ava asks as she walks in.
I finish the set of punches and hold my hands level with me chest I lower my hands down until my arms are fully extended and as I do so I let out a breath.
"That would be a little advanced. I have seen you fight, you know some basics but not a whole lot." I point out as I walk over to her.
"Oh." She sighs.
"So first how about a stance?" I ask.
She nods.
I take a sturdy stance with my feet apart and knees bent.
"Alright." I nod. "Just copy what I do."
And with that the lesson begins.
After an hour, Ava is exhausted. We went through some moves and then we went through blocking, and after that some breathing techniques, and after that I decided to teach her a few strikes.
And then we sparred.
"Keep your arm's straight," I instruct. "You need to keep each attack strong."
"Ok." She says using the moves against me.
"Use your own moves also." I hint as she slices at me.
"Good, but you can do better." And with that I throw her to the ground.
"Do you want to call it a day? You seem tired." I observe.
"No, tell me about your longest fight." She insists.
"Fights do not normally last too long, training is something different," I explain taking a defensive stance.
"What do you win quickly?" She asks.
I get a small laugh in my throat. "Not always."
I hold up my hand for Ava to strike. As we go through the motions again.
I sat quietly on the low bench in my room quietly. Meditating peacefully. No, dragon. Just me.
What lie? What lie was I telling myself?
"You're troubled."
I open my eyes to see I was somewhere dark, I summoned my Chi for light. "Who…"
"Shoa-Loa, you have yet to speak with me, you are slower than your ancestors." The voice replies and the large dragon appears in my view. "We are now one, so you are going to have to get used to me talking to you every now and then."
I swallow. "Sorry?" I question uncertain.
"You do not seem to understand we are one, you cannot control me, but I do not control you. We are one in each other, for from this day on if you and I are to be separated then your human body would surely die without me inside of you."
"We co-exist?" I ask him worriedly.
"Yes, we share your human body, but you are much stronger than some of the other bodies that I have lived in the past. You are a strong vessel. You could be my final vessel too. You could truly be the Immortal Iron Fist."
"I doubt that," I mutter. I still can't see him. "I'm of earthly heritage."
"So was Orson Randall the Iron Fist you have proceeded. He lived to be very old. Well over a hundred years old, didn't look that way though."
I was standing now, my hand held above my head as I looked as far as I could. "Why do you hide yourself?"
"You are still young, I do not wish to scare you." He responds as I feel something behind me.
"I've seen you once then what difference does it make?" I challenge.
"Walk forward then."
I obey and after about a minute I am looking at the large beast that was laying down. It looked more like a dragon than I remembered.
"You look different," I comment.
"Yes, I suppose I do." He replies smoke comes from his nose.
"What lie have I been telling myself?"
"You believe your life can return to normal." He states simply.
"And it will."
"No, young dragon. It will not. This new life you have yet to fully see is your new life and this will be your new normal."
"So that's my lie? I keep denying what my life is from here on out?" I question him.
"Pretty much yes." I don't care for the response.
"So you and I are one?"
"Yes, that is true. And I advise you let me help you. I am old and wise, I am as much a part of you as you are now. Let me help you when you need help." He advises. "But until then…"
"How can I contact you if I were to need your help?" I ask cutting him off.
When I realized what I had done I quickly turned hot pink and looked at my feet.
"You do not realize I know what happens to you all day every day, I know what happens in your life. I will contact you. But if you were to need me, meditate create a mindscape where we can meet and I can stay, you have a balanced mind. So I suggest you use it. I don't like this dark abyss."
I bow politely. "Thank you."
"I will speak with you again soon young dragon. And from there we can begin your training."
And with that I feel myself one again my body and soul together.
I open my eyes and check the clock I had it had been three hours. I rub my eyes as I get up and stretch, tired. And ready to go to bed.
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