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Chapter 16: Danny
"Foot!" Spider-Man exclaims as I stop my kick just shy of his face.
He's more distracted than I am right now.
How is that possible?
"Better to pay attention than to pay for mistakes," I advise him critically as he pushes my foot out of his face.
"Better to have a coupon and not pay at all." He jumps up and kicks the air above my head as I duck down and spin with the momentum.
I stand back up, taking a trained stance.
"Wise, and easy on the wallet," Spider-Man explains holding one hand out and the other close to his chest. Beckoning me to attack him once more.
I rush forward and jump and kick at him as he uses his arms to block. I land on the ground and place my heel next to the inside of his foot, grabbing his should and using my other foot to take him off balance and throw him to the ground. Resetting my hands when I finish, preparing for his next attack.
"What is it with you?" Spider-Man asks holding his jaw and staying down for a moment as I relax my stance and walk over to him.
"Patience takes practice and practice makes perfect. The spirit of a K'un-Lun warrior beats in you." I advise him carefully.
"Speaking of beating, I'm getting tired of this one. Can I get my Web Shooters back, 'cuz I'd like to start, you know, winning?"
"There is no dishonor to be found in one's abilities, your Web-Shooters are only a tool, you are more." I correct him, preparing my arms to fight. "Now. Again!"
Peter gets to his feet with much groaning.
He comes at my right and I dodge to the left. As he lands, back turned to me I step to the right keeping my hands perfectly placed to catch his shin with my forearms.
I step left, catching a low chop of sorts with my left hand, and catch a punch from his right hand that was aimed at my collar.
My heart skips as I feel myself begin to disconnect from the fight, blocking, but my heart is not in it.
Shou-Lao's chi… something is very wrong…
"You're not even paying attention! Are you?" Spider-Man stops attacking and accuses me.
I hold my hand up to pause the match. "There's something in the air."
"That smell? It's just Brooklyn." Spider-Man jokes, trying to ease my anxiety.
"No," I shake my head. "Change is coming-"
Kunai!
"Look out!"
On instinct, I slam my foot into the ground to send up a loose plank by Spider-Man's feet.
It works and my heart stops as the three kunai that had been aimed for his head and neck were stopped.
There's no way-
"Whoa, that was faster than my Spidey-Sense," Spider-Man mutters.
My veins feel cold and my heart can't find a steady pace as I look around the bridge.
Please… please don't let it be…
Focus Danny!
I jump out of the way and land next to Spider-Man keeping my fists raised as the black-clad figure reveals himself.
"A ninja?" Spider-Man asks behind me. "No way! I've never kicked ninja booty before!"
"This is no game." I correct. "Remember: Arrogance comes before the fall."
The ninja wastes no time in rushing forward.
I attempt to kick him in the ribs but he jumps clean over us and lands on the other side of Spider-Man, out of my reach.
He sweeps out Spider-Man's feet in a flash and Spider falls into me as he is kicked numerous times in the chest, finished off by a forceful blow to the chest that knocks us over the side of the bridge.
"And me without my Web Shooters!" Spider-Man shouts looking at me.
I hold out my hand to him and he grabs it quickly and I close my eyes and focus my chi into my right hand, holding it back ready to strike the water.
I open my eyes and yell as I punch the water with enough force to send us back up well past the bridge. We both hit the bridge and I feel my back and head explode in pain from the impact.
"That was… wow! I've never seen you use that much power!" Spider-Man exclaims as I sit up and rub the back of my head.
"It isn't over." I stand up weakly and take a deep breath to center myself. "Grab your Web-Shooters."
"What about all the 'using one's ability' talk?" Spider-Man asks brushing himself off.
"Repetition begets skill. Neither lie in you against this assassin."
"Did you just insult me?" Spider-Man asks, clearly catching on to what I mean.
"Hurry," I order.
The more distance Spider can keep between himself and Scorpion, the safer he will be.
And I know this is Scorpion, I know the move that sends us over the bridge all too well. The soft hit combination. The costume he's wearing also is a giveaway.
As Spider-Man hurries to get his Web Shooters smoke comes up from my feet, clouding every angle.
And I know he has more than enough motivation to travel all the way to New York to attack me, there's so much on the line right now.
I'm a sitting duck, I don't know where-
A strong kick to the ribs is perfectly masked. I did not know it was coming until it connected with its target.
I dig my feet into the ground as I slide back. "There is no honor in you."
Scorpion's eyes narrow. I've made him mad.
He runs towards me and brings a powerful kick from above, I step back to avoid it.
He spins around smoothly and punches with a left hook which I hardly have time to reflect with my arms, forcing him to miss and roll with the force.
He comes back around and strikes me in the chest and sending me stumbling over some metal bars.
I grip one and hold on as I swing over the traffic.
"Iron Fist!" Spider-Man shouts. He's back from retrieving his Web Shooters.
Scorpion stands over me for a moment, watching with cold eyes. He raises his foot enough to move it over my figures and presses down as my grip slips on the beam.
The metal slips and I fall to the ground, landing on my back hard.
I sit up only to be blinded by headlights.
The sound of rapid webbing catches my attention as something blocks some of the light from me.
I look up to see Spider-Man examining his handiwork. "Spidey says fists are nice, but tools sure do come in handy sometimes." He gives me a thumbs up as I get back to my feet.
Scorpion is now standing on the bridge only a few feet away.
"While I can stand, I will not stand for this, I will teach you the honor of K'un-Lun!" I shout at Scorpion. He's so angry, but he's keeping it in check better than I am right now.
I'm almost thankful that I drained so much chi when I punched the water. I don't know if I could hold it back in this situation.
I can hear Shoa-Loa echoing in my skull.
"What he said!" Spider-Man echoes his support.
Scorpion gives his modified rope dart enough slack to make it useable. He jerks it up so it's in his hand, ready to throw.
We both know perfectly well what's going on here.
I take a deep breath and Scorpion throws the rope dart towards me, I don't hesitate and I hit it away and rush in to find my opening.
He quickly pulls the sharp Kunai and holds it out to cut me as he catches my bend arm in his own and flips me to the ground on one swift move.
Ouch… The air feels knocked out of my lungs…
"Yo! Ninjutsu!" Spider-Man calls out. "Your Kung Fu is strong. But, not as strong as that truck. Bye-Bye."
I look up to see Scorpion being rapidly pulled away.
Spider-Man walks over to me and pulls me to my feet.
I feel bruised… and a little dizzy…
"Thank you." It's all I can say.
"Don't thank me." Spider-Man throws my arm over his shoulder to support my weight. "Tell me what the heck was up with that ninja and-"
"Daniel Rand-K'ai."
We both jump and turn to see the voice behind us.
I wasn't expecting…
Master Zhang.
I thought…
I lower my fist and take an uncomfortable breath in through my nose.
I didn't have a chance to tell them.
"Is that Papa Fist?" Spider-Man asks, clueless besides me.
"No, he's… I'm sorry Spider-Man; I don't have time to explain." I look back at Spider-Man. "Thank you for allowing me to be a guest in your home. Keep my worldly belongings; I have no more need for them."
"What's going on here?" Spider-Man asks in a rush. "Who was that ninja dude who just handed us our bottoms? Why are you talking crazy?"
I look back at Master Zhang and the two guards who are with him. I step forward and bow respectfully as Spider-Man continues to question me."
"Who's the short stack?"
I stand up and look at the limo that has pulled up on the side of the road.
This is really happening.
I look back at Spider-Man. "He's come to take me home."
I pull off my mask and maintain eye contact with Spider-Man. "You have been a great friend, goodbye."
One of the guards drapes a white cloak over my head and I flinch under it.
This is real.
"Home? The Tri-Carrier's you're home." Spider-Man reasons, "Danny, this doesn't make sense, even for you."
I stop and turn back as the guards and Master Zhang get into the vehicle.
"May our paths cross again, Namaste."
I sit down in my seat and close the door behind me. I look at my hand that is clutching my mask, trembling with nerves.
I can't believe the contest is finally here. This is all really happening.
Master Zhang has noticed my anxiety, I'm sure the guards have too, but they don't show it, and Master Zhang says nothing. He simply makes eye contact with me for a few seconds and then folds his hands in his lap, closing his eyes, and minding his own business.
I can't believe I couldn't bring myself to talk to my team about this.
About me leaving…
About what's going on in K'un-Lun…
I guess Agent Coulson or Director Fury will talk to them.
I feel terrible for not being able to bring myself to talk to them.
And now, it's too late. We've taken off and New York is just a map of glowing lights in the dark below.
"You are in pain." Mistress Kavi's voice shakes me back to reality.
I look up from out the window. "I am."
"Come." She motions me to the back of the plane where there's more space.
I stand up, holding onto the seats to steady myself as I walk over to the couch that is across from a table with herbs and bandages sitting on it in preparation.
I sit down on the couch and unfasten my chest plate, taking it off over my head to reveal my bruised side.
"What happened?" She asks as she moves a water basin closer with a rag hanging over the side.
"Training," I explain as she dips the rag in the water and starts to wipe at my bruised ribs. I try not to wince as she does this.
"Is it painful to take deep breaths?"
"Only a little," I answer.
She nods at me and I take in a deep breath and hold it for a second before letting it out.
"And you can move without major discomfort?" He figures trace over the bruise gently touching it.
"Correct."
"I don't think anything is broken." She assesses, "just bruised. What else is injured?"
"I hit my head a few times and my back," I admit.
She nods quietly as she walks over to the table and sits down, preparing herbs for my pain.
She only takes a second before walking back over and handing me a cup. "This will help you relax, and hopefully sleep most of the trip."
"Thank you, Mistress Kavi." I take the cup and bow my head in thanks.
She just nods. "Please drink that and sit still as I dress these wounds."
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