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A/N: "I'm going to clean my room!" Two hours later it is a disaster area. And now I am just lying on the bed doing this on my laptop and listening to Pandora. Life has been crazy lately. And not to mention that it's winding down. So, exams and what not are coming up. But hey, roughly about 30-40 more days left until the end! I'd like to update this story every other weekend if I can but that might be a stretch so we'll see what happens.
Anyway, enjoy! This is Danny! So, some interesting stuff coming up. I really liked this chapter and I hope you all like it too! Read! Review! Most importantly enjoy!

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ArtemisBAMF1218 - Yeah, Sam's always fun to write. He's the youngest in the group and can be the duller one, but he's an amazing character. His comic counterpart is exciting and relatable, although I have not read many Nova comics lately. I've seen some snips of Nova comics.
Hm, yeah there were no references to home. I was really trying to cram that whole episode in so I must not have thought about it. Anyway, I know you love Danny and I think you will like this chapter too. So enjoy!

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Chapter 3: Danny

Moving in with Peter… has been an adjustment for all of us.

Sharing a room with Peter… has been an adjustment for me.

I've never had to share a room before. I'm used to being left alone, being able to retreat and escape.

I silently sit up. Today is Saturday. And it's not even sunrise yet. The only time I can get quiet.

I move the blankets slowly and carefully place my feet so that they do not make a noise as I stand up.

I watch Peter carefully as I walk, he is a deep sleeper, but I still do not want to wake him.

I just want some quiet.

I pad down the stairs softly. I can hear Luke and Sam's collective snoring in the hallway. Although it is mostly Luke.

Once I reach the bottom, I can hear someone moving around.

My muscles tense up. No one else should be up yet.

I look around the corner, ready to attack or run. Instinct kicking in.

The kitchen light was on and a voice was humming.

Slowly, I pad toward the kitchen keeping my back up against a wall. Using the dark to my advantage as I quietly make my way over.

Once I can finally see, I notice Ms. Parker in the kitchen making herself a lunch.

I sigh and try to get my muscles to relax.

What's wrong with me?

"Danny?" I jump.

Ms. Parker had turned on the lights and was watching me. "What are you doing up this early?"

"I always get up early," I admit. "I just came down here to enjoy some quiet before everyone else wakes up."

"It has been crazy with you guys here the past couple weeks." She comments walking back into the kitchen.

"We cannot honestly thank you enough for your hospitality." I can't stop myself from saying that.

"It's not a problem, Danny." Ms. Parker says.

"Hasn't it been a problem to take care of four other teenagers?" I ask her softly.

She finishes packing her lunch, which consisted of an orange, banana, and sandwich. She walked over and started filling up the water boiler with water.

"You guys have not been a problem at all." She says.

"You have four more mouths to feed. I know just one would be hard enough. But all four of us?" I say quickly.

I've been here before. All the monasteries that I went to every summer, the monks, and then Master Kung. I was a burden to them. They had to make sure they had enough to take care of me along with everything else.

"Danny, it's fine. Trust me." Ms. Parker walks over to where I was standing on the other side of the counter. "If it would have been trouble. I would have said something."

I almost feel like she is looking right through me.

I feel cold sweat run down my back.

I've given myself away.

"Is there something about this whole arrangement that makes you uncomfortable?" Ms. Parker asks me carefully.

I swallow. "I… I… don't want to talk about it. But I've been here before. I know it's hard to take in extra people and care for them."

She knows. She has too.

I shove my hands in my sweatpants pockets. I try to give her a convincing smile.

She walks away and leaves me alone.

I walk over the couches and just sit down and fold up my legs.

K'un-Lun. That must be why I'm on edge.

How much longer is it now?

I've lost count. It can't be more than a few weeks, now.

Somewhere between 6-7 weeks or something?

I try to concentrate.

"Hey, Danny?" Ms. Parker's voice snaps me away from my thoughts.

"Yes?" I ask her. I open my eyes to see her place a mug in front of me.

"I'm heading out. So, when Sam comes down make sure he does not use the oven or anything." She says.

"Yes, ma'am." I nod.

"I get that you may not want to talk about it. But honestly Danny, it makes sense with you, you are really calm and of everyone, I notice you the least. Your quiet and out of the way. Honestly, you are not a problem. None of you are." She says as she walks over to the door.

"Lock the door for me." She says walking out.

I get up and walk over to the door locking it.

I quietly pace up to Peter's room and dig out my scrolls.

I walk back downstairs and move the mug. Inside was hot water and a tea bag with a spoon.

Ms. Parker is too kind, taking us into her home. And, much like her nephew, she has been watching us and our habits. Trying to be helpful.

I place the stack of scrolls on the table. Doctor Strange was able to recover some of our things that had sunk with the Helicarrier.

I had asked if he could get my scrolls. And while he was doing that he collected a few things the belonged to the rest of the team.

I spread it out on the table. I have about an hour until Ava comes downstairs. Maybe longer.

The paper looks perfect. Not a single detail has been smudged or ruined from long exposure to water.

Magic is truly amazing.

I've been studying for nearly a year. The records of K'un-Lun. Secrets I never knew. Everything is here before me. All my questions answered.

It's amazing to finally get answers.

"What are you doing up so early, Danny?" Ava asked as she walked down stairs.

I look up from the scrolls. "Enjoying the morning quiet." I smile.

"Kiss that good-bye. Luke's alarm just went off. Sam's coming down in a little while." Ava grumbles.

I nod. "Right."

I had to get up and get myself more herbal tea.

Blueberry Green Tea to be exact. Perfect for all studying needs. Antioxidants from the blueberries, plus the caffeine and l'theanine from the green tea.

"What are you reading?" Ava asks.

I pause. "Ancient texts that concern tradition and ceremony." Honest enough.

Ava nods. She sits on the other couch and picks up her book.

The next thing I hear is pounding. Sam flies down the stairs. "Cinnamon Roll Day!" He announces jumping down the last four steps.

"Ms. Parker said you are not allowed to use the oven today, Sam," I inform him.

"I'll make Sam-cakes then." Sam slump as she walked over and plops down on the couch. "Whatcha reading?"

I sigh. "Ancient texts on tradition and ceremony," I repeat myself. My peace is gone.

"Cool, what type of ceremonies?" Sam asks.

"Just ceremonies." I shrug.

"Really, Danny?" Sam deadpans.

I nod. "If you are truly interested, this one right here," I point to the scroll, "is about the rites of veterans of war and honors that can be bestowed."

Sam leans back into the couch. "And that stuff is interesting to you?"

"Some." I shrug. "I guess."

It's more like I need to learn this stuff so I don't have to look it up every time it comes up. I should be able to make some decisions off the top of my head. I must know basics.

I roll up the scroll.

"What do you need to know that for?" Sam asks.

"I'm not a K'un-Lun native, and even if I were. I'm expected to know all the traditions and laws and ceremonies."

Ava looks at me. "Are you planning to live in K'un-Lun? Or something? I mean, you have a foot in both worlds. Are you going to live in New York or K'un-Lun? Or like both?"

"I don't know yet. That path has been unclear thus far." I explain.

If I lose, what happens? Do I move back to New York? Then what happens to K'un-Lun?

But that will mean… Scorpion winning… I…

I let out a sigh.

"Something wrong?" Sam asks.

I look over at him and give a convincing smile. "I'm fine. Nothing's wrong."

"Are you sure about that?" Ava presses.

"Yes, I am fine. Nothing to worry about." I nod.

"Dude," Sam deadpans. "We are superheroes."

"Yeah, I guess." I smile to myself.

"Hey Danny?" Peter's voice snaps me from my thoughts.

I had discovered that the backyard was a good place to meditate and get quiet. There is always so much happening in the house. But outside there is quiet.

I open my eyes and look up to him. He was standing on the porch and looking me over. "Do you need something, my friend?" I ask calmly.

"Aunt May texted me," Peter said sitting down. "She said you guys talked this morning and wanted me to make sure nothing was wrong."

I think to myself for a minute before I realize what he is talking about.

"Did she say anything specific?" I ask.

"She wants me to make sure you're doing ok. She said you're uncomfortable living here or something?" Peter says pulling out his phone and looking at it. "She asked me about where you've been living, before New York, and I had to tell her I honestly didn't know."

I nod. "I know what she is talking about. I woke up early this morning. And we ran into each other."

"What happened?" Peter asks me, genuinely concerned.

I shrug my shoulders, relieving them of some pain and tenseness. "She made a comment about us all living here. And I rushed in to thank her."

"You really do that a lot." Peter points out.

"What?"

"You might not even be aware. But you flat out thank Aunt May a lot more than the others. And you literally do all these little chores so Aunt May does not have to do them." Peter smiles. "She thinks it's sweet of you but after whatever happened this morning she was a little worried about you. Do you want to talk about it?"

I smile at him. "You are very compassionate towards everyone."

"Danny, don't dodge the point. I'm starting to worry about you because you are avoiding this." Peter shifted around. "Danny…"

"I grew up in my Master's house." I begin. "It was kind of like my home. His wife always treated me like I was her own kid. But you know, it never felt like home. And… it feels like that same thing. It's just remembering all those times. It wasn't much trouble for them to care for me. They were well off and everything. And I do not mean any insult to you or your aunt, but this is a lot. Four teenagers."

Peter nods. "Yeah, I can see how you are unhappy about imposing. But you are not."

I sigh. "You keep saying that. I have trouble believing it." I look at my hands and make a fist. I close my eyes and take in a nice deep fresh breath.

Peter looks up at the sky. "It has been a pain."

I look over at him quickly. "We have?"

"Growing pain." Peter goes on.

"What does that mean?" I ask him raising an eyebrow.

"You of all people should understand metaphorical phrases." Peter looks at me with his best goofy smile.

"Elaborate," I suggest.

"We're learning more about each other as a team, growing, it doesn't come easily." Peter starts.

"I understand." I nod. It does not happen easily.

"Look, if something is bothering you, Aunt May would love to help you. She loves to talk to people about their problems and help people." Peter offered. "And if you can't talk to her about it because it has to do with being a hero and all of that, you can talk to me."

A give Peter a half smile and a raised eyebrow.

"What is that for?" Peter asks quickly.

"You and your aunt both have good hearts. A strong quality in making a hero." I comment.

"Well, thank you." Peter smiles… "it's not my only good quality, I mean I am quick witted, and my sense of humor…

"You run your mouth too much or any K'un-Lunian's taste," I add. "The masters who trained me would eat you alive."

Peter just laughs and shakes his head. "Yeah… I can imagine."

We sit there for a while in quiet. I watch the yard and the fine details of the flower bed.

"Look, is there something we need to talk about?" Peter asks.

Is this it?

I look over at Peter.

Do I tell him about K'un-Lun?

If so, how much do I tell him? He doesn't need to know everything, but if I start talking to him about K'un-Lun he might question me onwards.

Dragon bones…

I take a deep breath and place my hands back to the root chakra position for meditation.

"I thank you for your offer," I begin keeping my voice even. "But I believe that I need to sort things out internally first. I need to understand the internal struggles of what I am going through before bringing others into it."

"Alright man, suit yourself," Peter says stand up. "I'll leave you alone then so you can get back to your meditation."

"Thank you, Peter." I nod my head as I start to enter a meditative state once more.

"The offer still stands if you ever need it," Peter adds.

"Understood. Thank you." I reply to him.

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