Chapter Song: Bad Girl by MKTO (for Danielle being a kind of accidental badass standing up to Rae at the protest) and BOOGIE by Brockhampton (for Danielle and Peter's attempted mission gone wrong)
Headcanon of the chapter: Danielle has been agnostic since she was a young child because she can't remember a religion her family was attached to before HYDRA, but just believes there's some type of greater being out there. Jack, however, is a full-blown Atheist. He lost faith in God years ago.
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Whenever Danielle had watched the videos online or on the news about protests across the world, they always looked so violent and scary and crowded. But when her and Michelle had gone, it was a lot less violent and way more... well, fun.
It was pretty cool out on the National Mall beside the Captain America statue as hundreds of people of all ages, races, and ethnicities gathered around to protest the Accords. Just like Michelle had said, there was a huge turnout. At first, Danielle was a bit overwhlemed by it all, but as soon as Michelle had found a small group of protestors she seemed to know from those forums she had mentioned, Danielle felt a lot more at ease around these people who were now considering her to be a friend. They handed her and Michelle some forcefully phrased signs and wandered towards the front of the crowd road with bull horns in hand.
"The Rogue Avengers are international heroes, not war criminals!"
"The UN is using our World's savior's as scapegoats for their own crumbling economies!"
"The Avengers put their lives at risk for us, only to be painted as lawless psychos!"
"Abolish the Sokovia Accords!"
"The Accords only benefit the governing bodies that created them, not the greater good of the public like they claim!"
With each chant, the crowd cheered and shouted in agreement. At first, Danielle was a bit shy and actually wanted to listen to what else these young protestors had to say. But as the protest continued and the protestors with the horns kept shouting their beliefs, Danielle found herself screaming with the rest of the crowd as she raised her sign high, Michelle smiling proudly and joining in alongside her.
After some contemplation, Michelle pursed her lips and nudged Danielle's side as she proclaimed, "I'm gonna go up there." Danielle followed her haze to the front of the statue where the people with the bull horns were speaking.
Danielle smiled and nodded. "Go," she encouraged her.
Michelle nodded once more before pushing her way through the crowd to stand in front of the protestors. She gestured to one of her forum-friends at the front wo happily handed her one of the horns. Danielle watched with pride as Michelle struggled to get the horn working, but eventually got the hang of it. She spoke loud and clear about how the policies for the Accords were double standards and that there was no accountability for other so called 'superpowers' in the world. The crowd went wild as Michelle preached to them, she even went so far as to call out Thaddeus Ross in her spiel. Danielle couldn't help but feel a sense of acceptance as she stood among this crowd of protestors who supported her and her hatred for the Accords. She was glad she wasn't alone.
But, as Danielle stood amongst the crowd, she began to feel a tickle on the back of her neck. It was if she felt as though she was being watched or someone was behind her. Out of instinct, the brunette spun around behind her... and found no one. But, when she turned to face towards the front again, she was shocked to find a tall, slim, and familiar figure standing in front of her.
"Rae?" Danielle gasped as she stared up in confusion at the brunette woman. She wasn't sure what she was more confused about: the fact that her caregiver that hadn't bothered to show up in weeks was here in DC or that her usual white hair was now a light brown. The first option seemed like the most confusing one. "Wha– How– what are you doing here?"
The woman stood there, glaring down at Danielle with her arms crossed. "What the hell are you doing here in DC by yourself?" Rae practically growled.
"How did you find me?" Danielle pressed on, still confused as to what exactly she was doing there. "Did Happy tell you I was here?"
"Answer the question," Rae snapped. "What are you doing in DC by yourself? Do you realize all I had to drop just to come all the way out here after I got the alert you left New York? You had one condition– just one– stay in city limits, and stay safe! So, tell me Harper, what the hell are you doing in Washington DC by yourself?"
As Danielle took the verbal beat down, something aside from fear bubbled up inside her: anger. Here Rae was, talking up a storm about the 'conditions' of staying by herself and asking all these questions concerning her whereabouts when in reality, she hadn't even been around in weeks doing God knows what. So, why did she care now what Danielle was doing? And why was she tracking her?
In a moment fueled by frustration and anger, Danielle retorted, "Why should I tell you?"
If Rae was at all shocked, taken aback, or affected by that response, she didn't show it in her cold, hard, expressionless face. Instead, she rolled her eyes and pressed two fingers to her nose. In this moment, Danielle glanced behind her to find Michelle was still up on the statue shouting like the rest of the protestors. The brunette figured she had only a few minutes to get rid of Rae before Michelle saw her and started asking questions she wasn't sure how to answer. Not to mention, Danielle definitely didn't need Rae here. Especially not with the real reason why her and Peter were here to begin with still taking place that night. Danielle wasn't sure how, but she had to lose Rae.
"I can't deal with this right now," Rae grumbled beneath her breath. "This is how this is going to go: I need to get back to my job, and you are going to go back to the Penthouse until further notice."
"No!"
Rae raised an eyebrow and Danielle could've sworn she felt that her grey eyes were staring directly into her soul. This might've been where the expression 'if looks could kill' came from, because Danielle was 100% certain if it was true, she would be demolished into itty bitty pieces by now. "Oh, really? Tell me, Harper, how do you plan on escaping me, huh?"
She might've had Danielle there...
As the brunette bowed her head, something on the belt of Rae's pants caught her eye and a crazy idea popped into her head.
Rae must've taken the teen's head bowing as a sign of defeat as she signed in content. The little Harper kid was giving in now and would go back to New York without a fight. But, unfortunately, she didn't know Danielle well enough to know that she wasn't one for giving up and going quietly.
"Like this!" The words escaped from the girl's lips and reached Rae's ears too late. Within a split second, the gun that had been strapped to Rae's belt was off of her hip and in Danielle's grasp. And in the blink of an eye after that, Danielle was cocking the pistol and raising it into the sky. Rae reached out to try and stop her, but it was too late.
Bang! Bang!
Two shots echoed into the air and everything turned to chaos.
Immediately following the discharged of the gun, Danielle shoved the weapon back into Rae's hands before she ducked and dashed with the rest of the panicked protestors that were running and fleeing for their lives on the National Mall lawns.
On the other side of the crowd, Michelle was frantically trying to get as far away from where the gunshots came from while also trying to find where her friend had gone. "Danielle?" She called out to the other fleeing protestors, hoping one of them was Danielle. "Danielle! Daniel- AH!" Michelle yelped when her back hit someone. But when she spun around to see who it was, she was shocked to find it to be none other than the very friend she was looking for. "Danielle-?"
"Come on! Run!" Danielle urged Michelle as she grappled her forearm and dashed with her down the lush green lawns towards the busy streets where a bus was stopping. Danielle noticed many other of the fleeing protestors hopping on and as she boarded the bus with Michelle, she couldn't help but glance over her shoulder at where the protest was being held. She was trying to search the area for any sign of Rae following her, but wasn't able to find anything. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
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The bus ride was slow. It was pure luck that they had even gotten on the right one that took them a block from the hotel. It gave the pair time to catch their breath and let the adrenaline wear off from the events at the protest. The teens were silent for the most part as they say side by side trying to just settle down. Michelle dangled her head between her legs while Danielle set upright, staring out of the window as she thought about how Rae could've possibly tracked her. She didn't have her suit in her, she doubted there was any tracking device on her clothes. This only left one option really-
"Danielle," Michelle snapped the smaller brunette from her distracting thoughts. "I think we're here," she muttered as the bus came to a halt. Sure enough, when Danielle read the street sign, it had a am beside it that had their hotel marked just down the street from the stop.
The girls were silent as they walked off, leaving nothing behind except for a crumpled poster from the protest, a bottled water, and Danielle's phone purposefully tucked beneath the seat that was sure to lead a certain white-haired psycho on a wild goose chase around Washington DC.
For the most part, neither girl spoke as they made their way to the hotel. It wasn't until they finally are it back into the elevator that Danielle finally spoke up. "I'm sorry..." When Michelle looked at her questioningly, she clarified, "about the protest. I knew it meant a lot to you."
Michelle shrugged as the elevator came to a stop on their floor and the two walked out int the hall. "It's fine. Stuff like that unfortunately happens a lot more often then you'd think," she sighed. "I just hope no one for hurt."
A twinge of guilt filled Danielle as she walked alongside her friend. She knew how much that protest meant to Michelle and it made her feel excruciatingly selfish for ruining it for her just to get Rae off her tail. She vowed to make it up to her another time. But, for now, she had another issue to deal with that was far more urgent.
As soon as the girls returned to their floor back at the hotel, Michelle and Danielle parted ways; Michelle heading to their room to try and see if what had happened at the protest made it on the news, while Danielle slipped away and found herself urgently knocking on Peter and Nee's room door.
By the third knock, Ned opened the door. "Hey, Danielle!" He greeted in his usual bright and welcoming way. "How was the protest?" Danielle didn't have time to answer him as she pushed through the door and made a B-line straight to Peter, who was now sitting up from his perch at the edge of one of the beds, clearly startled by her entrance.
"Elle?" He asked, seeing the obvious distress in her body language. "What happened?"
"We have a problem," she stated in between her gasps of air. "We have to go find these weapons dealers. Now."
"What?" Peter was on his feet in an instant as he closed the distance between them and set his hands on her arms as she tried to catch her breath and explain what was going on. "Woah, woah, woah, woah. Slow down. Elle... just, tell me what happened. What's going on?"
Danielle did as he asked and stopp for a moment. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out. She repeated the process a few more times before opening her eyes to find Peter patiently waiting for her explanation as to wy she had rushed in there in a panicked state. "She's here," she finally answered in a vague and ominous phrase of words.
Peter furrowed his eyebrows and shared a look of confusion with Ned, who listened intently from a few feet away. "Who's here?"
"Remember when I told you my caretaker is never around and is always off on her weird trips?" Peter nodded, but still looked a lost. "She was tracking me on my phone somehow and got an alert when we left New York." She watched as Peter's eyes widened while he put the pieces together in his head as to what she was getting to. "She tracked me down at the protest... I-I was able to lose her– I think– but I'm not sure what she may try next.
"Which is why we have to go get these guys now if we want to stop them at all because we may not get the chance if she's here tracking me down-" Danielle started to ramble on again. She would've kept going if it weren't for Peter's hands tightening on her arms to the point that she winced slightly and looked up into his eyes.
"Elle!" He shouted over her panicked rambling. His grip on her arms softened, but his gaze remained hard on her as he looked her in the eyes and continued, "Your crazy babysitter isn't going to get you. I won't let her, I promise," he told her with complete sincerity.
Danielle stared into the soft brown eyes that looked through her with such urgency and determination. She hadn't realized her hands were on Peter's forearms that held onto her upper arms until she started mimicking his actions of rubbing her thumbs along his skin. She took a deep breath to calm herself and nodded at his declaration. She trusted him. They were partners.
"Okay," Peter said, mostly to himself as he nodded and slowly moved his arms from Danielle's until they'd completely broken apart. "You said she's tracking you, then we leave tonight just after the sunsets when Mr. Harrington and the rest of the team head to sleep."
"How am I supposed to lie to Michelle about staying out all night? She'll know something's going on," Danielle exclaimed.
"Uh," Peter was at a loss of words. He really was bad at lying when it counted, especially to the one person who was suspicious of the smallest things. He was actually shocked Michelle hadn't figured out he was Spider-Man and that Danielle was Eris by now.
"Just say you're gonna be out all night studying with Peter down in the business center," Ned cut in with a good explanation.
Peter and Danielle exchanged looks. "That could work," Peter shrugged before turning back to his best friend. "Thanks, Ned." He smiled proudly.
"Okay," Danielle nodded as their plan started to come together. "So, we meet up on the roof at around... six-o-clock?"
Peter nodded in confirmation and gave her the thumbs up. "Sounds good. See you then." Danielle sighed and began to make her way towards the room door again. She had the door knob in her hand when she turned back to face Peter, a concerned look on her face. Peter answered her unspoken question, "This is going to work, Elle. Don't worry."
Danielle nodded, trying to reassure herself that what Peter said was true as she opened the door and started to head out and back to her and Michelle's room. As she walked, she reached for her phone in her pocket to check the time, then felt her chest tightened when she realized why it wasn't there.
This is going to work, she repeated the words in her head. This is going to work.
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After leaving Peter and Ned's room and heading back t her own shared space with Michelle, Danielle couldn't help but count the hours as she waited for the meeting on the roof at six. It felt as though time was moving excruciatingly slow as if she were in class on a normal school day. The seconds felt like minutes, the minutes felt like hours, and the hours felt like days. As each ticked by, Danielle continued to pace between the foot of her bed, the restroom, and standing in front of the TV screen that played the events from the protest shooting over and over again, which... didn't exactly help her nerves.
Through every excruciating moment, Danielle half-expected for Rae to burst through the door or window ready to snatch her up and drag her back to New York before her and Peter could go through with their plan. But, surprisingly, it didn't happen, and eventually 5:30 rolled around.
Finally, Danielle took a deep breath and grabbed her two pieces of equipment she had brought from the depths of her duffel and shoved them into her hoodie pocket before making her way to her door. It was then that Michelle spoke up.
"Hey," she called from where she lay on her stomach, stretched out at the edge of her bed with a book in her hand and the TV relaying National News in front of her. When Danielle turned around, she saw the narrowed eyes she most dreaded in a moment like this. "Where are you going? You've been on edge all day. This isn't about the protest is it?"
"No," Danielle replied a bit too quickly, prompting Michelle to raise her eyebrow slightly. "No," Danielle repeated more firmly after clearing her throat awkwardly. "I just... um... I promised Peter I would help him study in the business center tonight. He doesn't feel too confident in his International Affairs knowledge and he offered me help with Physiology in return..." Danielle trailed off as she tried to decipher Michelle's unreadable expression, hoping she would buy her lies.
It felt like a millennium before Michelle finally shrugged and went back to her book with a simple, "Whatever. Have fun with that dork," thrown over her shoulder.
Danielle nodded and rushed herself out of the room, so relieved to be out of there as fast as possible that as soon as she shut the door, she let out a giant breath of air she didn't realize she had been holding in. She took a few more deep breaths before recomposing herself and starting towards the emergency staircase just down the hall.
Once the enhanced teen reached the roof, she was surprised to find Peter already waiting for her as he balanced atop the open glass ceiling of their hotel. He must've been lost in thought because when she finally reached where he was, he jumped back a bit, startled by her entrance. "Geez," he gasped as he stumbled to his feet, revealing to her in the darkness that he was already wearing his full suit, minus the mask, with his backpack still strapped on.
Danielle winced apologetically. "Sorry," she whispered back in response.
"It's fine," Peter shook it off as he grabbed his mask from a small pocket in his backpack and juggled it in his hand as he referenced to Danielle. "Ready to do this?"
Danielle looked down at her clearly suit-less attire and sheepishly grinned. "Right, yeah. Sorry," she mumbled as she pulled out her two pieces of suit. The first, she pressed onto her abdomen and watched as it effortlessly encased her form, while the second, she placed behind her ear and let it wrap around her lower face. "Ready," she nodded to Peter.
Peter nodded back before pulling his mask over his head. Abruptly, something lit up from the emblem on his chest and coursed through the rest of his suit, prompting him and Danielle to jump in surprise. "Hello? Hello?" Peter began to speak as he looked around wildly.
Danielle, confused as to what was going on with Peter's suit, took a cautious step towards him. "Peter? What's going on?"
Peter's wide-eyes on his mask turned to her as he frantically questioned her, "You don't hear her, too?"
"Hear who?" Danielle pressed.
"Uh, I guess Mr. Stark out some kind of AI in my suit that Ned and I unlocked earlier when we hacked into it," he replied matter-of-factly with a small nervous laugh.
"Wait, you and Ned hacked into your suit?" Danielle backtracked for a moment, raising an eyebrow at her partner's questionable action.
Peter's laughter immediately died as he stared at Danielle as if he were a deer caught in headlights. "Well, yeah, but we didn't change much..."
"So, you always had an AI talking to you when you put on the suit?"
"Well, no, but-" He cut himself short with a shake of his head. "We can worry about this later. Right now, apparently, the suit lady can take us to the bad guys."
Danielle didn't argue much after that, she was just as eager to take down these weapons dealers as he was. "Alright... Lead the way," she told him with a shrug.
The pair made their way to the edge of the hotel roof where the road below awaited. Peter glanced down the street and saw an opportunity for a ride out of town approaching. Danielle was ready to jump when Peter turned to her unexpectedly and held an arm out for her, almost as if he were going for a hug. She turned to him in confusion and asked, "What... what are you...?"
"Well, you need a lift getting down there, don't you?" He prompted. Danielle then realized that her powers still needed some time to refuel themselves after the night of the party and she really didn't need them failing on a night like this. She figured a small swing down onto a truck wouldn't be as bad as swinging across a golf course.
Reluctantly, Danielle let Peter wrap an arm around her waist while she hooked her arms around his neck. She tightened her grip the closer to the edge the pair came. "Please don't drop me," she murmured into Peter's ear as the truck crept closer and closer.
"I won't," he told her firmly as his arm tightened around her middle. "I promise." A wave of reassurance washed over her just as Peter launched the pair off the roof. Danielle bit her tongue as they swung through the cold air and eventually landed atop the truck within the next second after the drop. A split second after, they were both clinging to the roof so they wouldn't be seen. When Danielle glanced back up at Peter, he was looking back at her as he nodded towards her and whispered over the sound of the truck engine, "Told you I wouldn't drop you."
Danielle couldn't help the nervous giggle that escaped from beneath her mask.
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After almost an hour of driving, Peter eventually spoke up. "The suit lady says that we have to jump in a second."
Danielle wordlessly nodded in agreement as they crawled their way to the edge of the truck. Once again, Peter held his arm out just like on the roof, but, this time, Danielle shook her head. "I think I can do this one," she told him as the truck approached what seemed to be an abandoned gas station.
"We have to jump..." Peter paused as he waited for what Danielle assumed to be his AI giving him instructions. "...Now!" On his word, Danielle pushed herself up with a boost from her own powers and landed effortlessly beside Peter. They crouched down in the tall grass and quickly ran up through the brush beside the highway.
As they neared closer to the abandoned gas station, both teens managed to climb their way up onto the dead sign above them. "Why is their secret lair in a has station? That's so lame," Danielle heard Peter mumble from beside her.
As Danielle surveyed the area that Peter's tracker had taken them, she realized that the station wasn't a lair, but a hide out, once she spotted the van parked at the edge of the empty lot. "I don't think this is a secret lair," she muttered to him in response.
Peter followed her gaze and spotted what she saw as well. "Hey, suit lady," Peter spoke to the open air again. "What are they doing?" After a moment, he spoke again, "I can hear what they're saying? Uh, yeah."
"Wait, you can hear them?" Danielle turned to him in surprise. "How come you got the cool AI?" She pouted from beside him.
"You got the cool suit," Peter retorted.
Danielle glared at him momentarily before turning back to the van. "So, what are they saying?"
"Something about people making messes like in Lagos and the Triskellion and how they make money off of it," Peter summarized.
Danielle gasped from beneath her mask as it all came together. "If they're getting left behind rubble from Lagos and DC, they must have a primary source that cleans up Avengers level events. Which means that not only do they have alien tech from New York, but also advanced weaponry from Stark Industries and Avengers themselves..." Danielle explained. It dawned on her just then that this was a much bigger threat than just some weapons dealers.
"Well, we could be able to find out what source that is because it looks like they're in the middle of a heist," Peter explained. "Whoa. We could catch them all red-handed. This is awesome, Elle. Okay. We should try and get a closer look at what they're doing."
Danielle nodded. "The roof looks like a good place to survey," she stated before boosting herself over effortlessly. But, as she landed, she felt some kind of wave of nausea wash over her mind momentarily. Danielle stumbled a but on the landing, but was able to shake it off. She would deal with it later, but right now she had weapons dealers to catch.
Turning back to the task at hand, Danielle turned back to the van, now closer at her optimal angle on the gas station roof. "Do you think they're meeting up with someone on the inside of the operations that clean the sites or–" just as Danielle turned to face her partner, she realized there was no partner to be found beside her. Confused and concerned, Danielle frantically searched the roof and then back to the sign she'd just jumped off of, only to find Peter landing face-first onto the concrete parking lot below... making a loud smack as he did so, as well.
Danielle's jaw fell to the floor as she ducked closer to the roof in case the dealers in the van had heard Peter's fall. They probably had... She winced at the thought. "Peter!" She hissed from her perch. "What are you doing?"
Peter, still on the ground, quickly jumped to his feet and scrambled behind the gas pump before anyone could spot him. "My suit's malfunctioning!" He called back to her as his attention went back to his web-shooters on his wrists. Danielle practically groaned in response. Now definitely wasn't the time for suit malfunctions.
After a moment of talking to his AI down below, Peter ran out to try and get a running start before firing another web at the corner of the roof where Danielle sat perched, cautiously eying both Peter and the dealers in the van, hoping they wouldn't get caught. When suddenly, the web Peter shot began to light up. By the time Danielle had noticed it, it was too late. The web attached to the roof she was perched on suddenly sent a jolt of electricity directly towards her, and the explosion of sparks from the sign sent her falling backwards away from the edge. She landed on her side with a painful 'oomph'.
She groaned as she slowly sat back up, her eyes immediately searching for the van t be sure the dealers hadn't heard or seen anything that was happening. Luckily, they hadn't emerged from the van and everything was still going smoothly. Well, other than the fact that Peter had just sent her falling off her perch with some kind of electric web that reminded her of the stunt him and her brother had pulled back at the airport.
Just then, Peter had jumped up onto the roof a few feet away as Danielle pushed herself back onto her feet. She turned to him, fuming. "What was that?" She demanded.
"I'm sorry, the suit is... crazy. Mr. Stark included all of these kinds of web combos I'm not familiar with," Peter tried to explain. "There's a bunch of crazy stuff I'm not familiar with on here and it's-"
Just then, a chill ram down Danielle's back. She froze for a moment. She could feel all the hairs in her body stand up despite being covered in chrome armor. When she turned to glance up at the sky, she could suddenly see why she had stiffened. Gliding through the dark sky was a silhouette she would never forget. The same silouette of the flying demon that had dropped her and Peter in a lake to die. "Peter," she cut off the web-slinger's ramblings as she gestured with her chin to the flying menace. "He's here."
The pair watched as the winged-man dove down to hover above a convoy of trucks that passed by on the highway. That must've been their source. No one was supplying them with this tech, they were stealing it after all.
"Let's go," Peter spoke up from beside Danielle as he held out his arm again. This time, she let him tug her into his side. Danielle and Peter turned towards each other, a silent reassurance that they were really doing this, before Peter shot a single web out into the night sky. Danielle took the sign as a go as she threw a jolt of invisible force out that latched onto the web and secured it in mid-air just as Peter launched them off the roof of the gas station and into the air. The pair repeated the gesture until they eventually landed on top of the convoy where the winged man had already gone inside using some sort of tech latched onto the roof.
Peter crouched down to investigate while Danielle eyed the mechanical wings the man had left resting on the truck.
"Whoa, cool," Peter exclaimed in awe at the glowing hole in the roof of the truck the winged-man must've used to get into the convoy. "It's some kind of... matter phase shifter," he explained, though the words were lost on Danielle who had no clue what he was talking about.
"More alien tech," Danielle muttered as she turned back from the wings. "Can you shut it off? Maybe we can trap him inside the truck," she suggested.
Peter shrugged. "I can try, but-" his train of thought was interrupted when the winged-man suddenly jumped back out of the portal, a duffel bag in his clutch and his back to the pair. Danielle and Peter stood forward in defense just as Peter shot a web to rip the bag out of the man's grasp and into his own. "Hey, Big Bird! This doesn't belong to you!" He shouted as he did so.
Suddenly, the man spun to face the pair, the green glowing eyes on the mask glaring at the two intimidatingly. Danielle stepped back slightly as Peter muttered beside her, "Oh God," the same time she mumbled, "I think we made him mad."
Just then, the man jumped back into the wings effortlessly, and before the pair knew it, he was flying back at them with an alarming speed. Peter jumped over him and out of the way, but as the winged-man spun back around to face the web-slinger, one of the metal wings grazed Danielle before she could react, knocking her off the convoy. Thankfully, she was able to grab onto the edge of the side. With strength and a lot of struggle, Danielle was able to push her way back onto the roof just in time to see Peter in a tug-of-war with the winged-man as they pulled the duffel bag of items back and forth.
Quickly, Danielle jumped to her feet, but just as she did that, Peter was able to rip the bag out of the talons of the winged-man, only for him to come flying back into her. Danielle threw her arms up and encased herself with a shield of her own power to try and deflect his body's blow, only for it to do the opposite. When Peter hit her shield, she flew back and he dropped into the portal below.
Danielle gasped as all the air left her lungs as she lay falling off the back of the moving truck. She felt nothing but pain and soreness when her body hit the asphalt with a gut-wrenching crunch. She could do nothing but roll with it as she tried to slow herself from the momentum. Eventually, she came to a halt, but was quick to jump right back onto her feet when she realized Peter was still on the convoy. But, when she eventually crawled back onto her feet in the middle of the road, the truck was already yards away with no signs of slowing down and the winged demon was soaring away, leaving her left alone in the dark of night without her partner...
She was so screwed.
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A/N: I tried to get this out on New Year's Day, but life got in the way, as usual. Honestly, I'm not gonna get better at updating. But, thankfully, I have a small spark of determination in me now that the break is here and I don't have any family responsibilities for the next few days of the year. So, enjoy this action packed chapter and there's sure to be a follow up sooner rather than later this time... Hopefully :)
Reviews:
rjstx1: if I gave that away, it would be a spoiler. ;)
Ceggle143: Going through the story more, we'll see more flashbacks because although I only mention their time in HYDRA some times, it's more important than it seems getting further in. Also, a small hint for later, don't assume the obvious ;)
I.D.'s Fantasy: Ned is honestly the cutest and most underrated, lol. Here is your newest chapter, sorry it took so long.
CocoaFIrefly: I'm sorry! Life gets in the way sometimes.
zikashigaku: Thank you for understanding. I hope soon you can continue with your stories in the future! Thank you for waiting patiently as well, here is the newest chapter.
AlienfromNorth: That was a mistake on my part. I'll probably go back and fix it soon. Thank you for pointing it out.
[I also totally forgot about Incorrect quotes, so I'll out double since its been so long]
Incorrect Quote of the Chapter:
Jack: I just want to hear those three little words from you.
Dani: I love you ^v^
Jack: no...
Dani: *grumbling* I'll stay safe...
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Dani: I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.
Peter: *crying*It's not a joke! I'm legit a snack!
