AN: Last one for OC week

Drabble 78-Weird Turn of Events

"No!" Spider-Man raised his voice at Danny, making Damian's head snap up from the unexpected outburst.

"Yes!" Danny countered. "It's just how it is! You just need to accept it!"

"Okay, but he's nothing like that! He's a killer!"

"So he automatically has to be put there? In the 'bad house'? That's complete bullshit!"

"No, but think about it!-"

"-As fun as this is, do guys really have to yell about it? Why can;t you just talk it out?"

"We tried that!" Danny cried. Spider-Man, though he had the mask on, was obviously glaring at Danny, arms crossed.

"Yeah, because he refuses to see that he's absolutely wrong!"

"Guys, what are you even arguing about? Maybe I can help sort this out," Damian tried. It didn't work. In fact, he was pretty sure it made things worse.

"You wouldn't understand," Spider-Man said. "Just like Danny over here!"

"You don't know him like I do! How would you know!" Danny shot back.

Damian was surprised by Danny. He had always been pretty calm and collected, but now he was red in the face from yelling at Spider-Man. This was very uncharacteristic for the both of them. Danny and Spidey have been friends ever since they first met, and now they were ready to rip each other's throats out. Damian wanted to know what the argument was about, but he had a feeling that if it was personal he wasn't going to want to get involved.

"Because someone like him would be like that!" Spider-Man was waving his arms around as he spoke, getting closer and closer to Danny. Danny's nostrils flared as he closed the distance between them.

"You listen here, Spider-Man. He is nothing like how you say. I live with the guy! Automatically I know better!"

"That logic is flawed in every way," Damian told him. "Who are you talking about? How is he not how either of you say?" He asked. He was slowly starting to get annoyed. While he thought it was a little funny it was mostly just irritating. Spider-Man and Danny very rarely got into arguments like this, but when they did it was loud and all over the place. There was one time it actually ended in a fist fight that neither of them had won. But usually when they argued like this, it was about something stupid. Like which one of them would win in a fight against the Hulk or if Captain America would notice if they painted the star on his shield yellow like the one from Mario Kart (he did, but only because Iron Man couldn't keep a straight face). Damian didn't have to use his powers to know that this was a dumb topic, just like all of the others. And, like most of there petty issues, they were both wrong.

"Oh, what would you know?" Spider-Man asked. Damian knew it wasn't personal, just the heat of the moment, but that didn't stop his eye from involuntarily twitching. "You've never even fought with the guy."

"Does this guy even have a name?" Damian accused.

"It's about Bucky," Danny answered, not looking at him. Instead, he was glaring, his eyes blazing green even in his human form, as he stood against Spider-Man. Danny was ready to throw down, and by the looks of it so was Spider-Man.

"What about him?" Damian asked. They were right-he hadn't ever really interacted with the former assassin, but maybe he could still give them his reasoning and knowledge. Maybe he could finally get them to tell him what about Bucky they were arguing about.

"Are you not going to tell me any details?" Damian accused, swiping his dark hair out of his eyes. He really needed to get a haircut soon.

"Well, Danny here," Spider-Man started, "thinks that Bucky Barnes, former Hydra agent and brainwashed assassin, killer, tactician and weapons expert, is a goddamned Hufflepuff."

"Because he is!" Danny countered.

"No, he's not! He's obviously a Slytherin!"

This was it. Here Damian was, just minding his own business one second and witnessing the most surreal, idiotic argument the next. Damian honestly didn't know what to think. It was just...Weird.

"Why..." he trailed off. They kept arguing.

"You just want him to be in your house!" Spider-Man accused. Danny scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Like you're any better!"

"Oh please! You know good and well that I'm a Gryfindor!"

Damian wasn't one to give up. It didn't sit right in his stomach, never has. But he didn't hesitate to leave the room after that, because h eknew, he knew that they were going to be throwing more than just words here in a couple minutes. Him being a nice medium, the Voice of Reason, was not going to work today, and he had acceptd that.

It wasn't until two weeks later that Bucky was neither. He was, in fact, a Ravenclaw.