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Danny Rand / Iron Fist

Danny woke to find one hand handcuffed to the bed and multiple wires attached to him.

Well, much better than being strapped down like last time , thought Danny.

Without much effort, he lit his Iron fist and broke through the restraint that held him. Pulling off the wires, he started for the door, but was stopped when two nurses entered.

"Mr. Rand, please you need to stay in bed," said one of the nurses' instantly.

The brunette next to her nodded in agreement, though she had already started to back away from him.

"I'm fine," said Danny, though even as he said it, he felt a wave a nauseousness wash over him. Maybe he wasn't all fine, but he was as fine as he needed to be to get to Colleen and the rest of the team.

"Where.. Where am I?"

"You're at the Lower Manhattan Hospital," answered the brunette frankly while remaining cautiously at a distance from him.

"My friend, Colleen Wing, where is she?" Danny dreaded the answer, yet he wanted one.

It was the redhead that spoke, "She's okay now, out of surgery and resting in the ICU... would you like to see her?"

The brunette looked at her fellow nurse like she was crazy, but the woman ignored her and instead moved to lead Danny out of the room.

Danny wasn't stupid to miss the nurse also mouthing to the other woman, "Call security."

There was a reason why he was cuffed to the bed after all.

If Danny guessed everything correctly, things hadn't gone well at the Dojo. Shots had been fired and with Jessica bolting out of the room like that, he could only deduce that someone had been hurt. Danny would have followed if Russo hadn't gained the upperhand and stabbed Colleen with her own katana.

Hearing the nurse state that Colleen was okay had let out breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. As Danny followed the redhead down the hall, he noted the lack of sunlight coming in from the large paned windows of the hospital wing. It was still dark, which meant Danny hadn't been out of the fight for that long, right? The question, however was if the Russo guy had been taken down while he was out of commission. And his team, were they okay?

"This way, Mr. Rand," said the nurse, motioning him to enter the ICU room they finally arrived at.

Danny followed the nurse inside and set his sights on the unconscious Colleen with multiple wires and tubings attached to her. She seemed so still, so very still. It was only through seeing the heart rate monitor steady rate that told Danny she was alive. Slowly, he approached to Colleen's side and gently weaved his hand into hers.

So cold . But alive . That was the important thing.

Danny sensed when security arrived, though they really weren't very subtle about it at all, filing in twos and threes. But instead of arresting him, or pinning him down, they just stood there, waiting patiently for him to come to them.

At least I won't need to fight my way out , thought Danny as he gently brushed away a stray hair away from Colleen's forehead.

"Mr. Rand?"

"Yes," replied Danny in acknowledgement.

"We have some questions for you, if you don't mind coming with us."

Danny nodded, though he was reluctant to leave Colleen's side.

She's in safe hands though, thought Danny.

"I'll be back, I promise," he said to the sleeping Colleen before following security out the room.

"Before I go with you, can I make a quick phone call?" said Danny to the closest officer to him. This was likely his only chance to find out if the situation with Russo was resolved.

The man gave Danny a tired yet wary look before nodding.

"What the hell. Been a shit night. I'll give you one call. Make it quick," and he handed him his cellphone.

"Thanks," said Danny feeling grateful as he proceeded to dial Luke's number.

Luke Cage

"Sweet Christmas," breathed out Luke in both shock and awe as he saw Jessica literally leap over the terminal building of the Pier. The last time he had seen her do that was back in the Midland circle building, saving all of them a very terrible fate of falling down an elevator shaft.

While Luke couldn't exactly do the same as Jessica - flying not being one of his powers, he decidedly just broke through the door of the Terminal building. The alarm blared, but he didn't take notice as in that very moment, the cellphone in his back pocket started to ring.

Pulling it out, he recognized the number on the caller ID. Danny. Not wasting a moment, Luke answered it.

"Danny?"

"Hey man. Um, what's that sound?"

"Ah, just broke into a building...You're awake."

"Yeah, like woke up a few minutes ago?"

"Did you see Colleen? How is she?"

"She's.. She's sleeping," said Danny, though Luke could hear concern laced in his voice. At least she was at a hospital, being taken care of by professionals. Which was by far better than he could say for the kid who was lost in the waters of the Hudson river.

"How are things on your end? Russo taken care of?"

"No. Things are not good, Danny."

"What happened? What can I do to help?" asked the Iron Fist quickly, concern lacing his voice.

Danny was too far away to be of any help at the moment... but... his name and mass fortune may be of use, thought Luke.

"The kid is in the water, Danny. The Hudson River. Do you happen to have any connections to Pier 78? That's where we're at. We might be needing some transport and distraction in and around the waters."

Immediately, Danny responded, "I don't know for sure, but I can contact someone who might be able to help. The Spider-Man, is he okay? Can he swim?"

"From the looks of it, the local cops shot him with some sort of electrical weapon and he hasn't resurfaced like the other guy."

"Other guy?"

"Russo. He's been apprehended. But the kid is still underwater. Jessica's gone ahead to help him, but we're going to need transport and a distraction for to make sure we don't get caught. There's no telling what the authorities might do to the kid to get answers."

"Okay, then I'd better hurry. I'll call you after I talk to -,"

"Hey, I said one phone call!" said an annoyed voice from the other line.

That wasn't good. Sounded like Danny was in trouble with the authorities. Sweet Christmas, did he go on about the Dragon and K'un Lun again?

"Look, I can straighten out what happened at the Dojo after I do this, okay?" responded Danny.

This... this was a job for Foggy Nelson, thought Luke instantly. Obviously these officers missed the memo that the Defenders were cleared of charges. Glancing at the number quickly to make sure he could redial the number, he told Danny, "Hey, kid, I'm sending a Lawyer your way, okay? Hang tight."

"Yeah, okay. Thanks," said Danny gratefully. "Okay, okay, here's your phone back," and the line ended.

Time to call Claire. Hopefully Foggy was still with her, though there wouldn't be reason why he wouldn't be.

Barely did the first ring even finish, Claire picked up.

"Luke? What's going on? Did you get Peter?"

"Who's Peter?" Was the question posed in the background. Yes. The lawyer was still there! He had to make his update quick to Claire and then get Foggy connected with Danny, so he could use his other superpower - money.

"Claire, things are not looking good. Peter is in the Hudson... Jessica is searching for him. We're going to need a boat or something. Danny can hook us up, but he needs a lawyer right now."

"Shit. Okay, Foggy, take this call," said Claire and a second later, the man was on the line.

"Luke? What can I do to help?"

"Oh, do your lawyer magic again."

"Okay... who do I need to get out?"

"Danny Rand, and you have to do it fast."

Jessica Jones

Jessica searched the icy waters madly, her panic increased when she was forced to resurface.

God damn it! She cursed to noone in particular as she went down again into the water again, gripping the glo stick she had come across in her search even more tightly.

Where are you, Peter? Kid, this is not time to play hide and seek!

A hand gently touched her shoulder and she looked to see it was Luke. God. When did he get here? How long has Peter been under?

Luke passed her his oxygen mouthpiece - something he must have borrowed from the divers she guessed. Jessica took it gratefully, drinking in the oxygen like a life raft. Even with just a few breaths, she felt better, less lightheaded.

Feeling better, however, also made Jessica feel sick to her stomach. The kid probably felt this, but ten times worse because he was alone down there. Nevermind that it had been already far too long. If they did find him, was it ... was it going to be his body?

No. Keep your cool, Jess. You don't need this. Positive thinking.

Scanning the deeper waters below her, Jessica's helplessness only increased. How the hell was she going to be able to find Peter in such a vast space?

And then there she saw it, a faint light below her. Chances were slim to none that it was Peter, but it was something . Jessica's gut instincts told her to just do it, follow it.

Looking to Luke, she pointed downwards towards the light she had seen. The man nodded in understanding and both of them moved quickly towards the dimming light.

Dimming. That should have been a red flag for Jessica, but the hope that gripped her, it had overrode her logic. If the light was dimming, then that really meant one thing: it was just a free falling glo stick, much like the one she herself had picked up.

Damn it, what was she thinking? Peter had by some miracle grabbed onto a glo light and was making his way to the surface with it? Yeah. Right. Not with all all the injuries the kid had sustained. Especially after the electrical charge he had received from the cops prior to falling into the water. The weapon had literally lit up the night sky so the chances of it having minimal effect on Peter was next to nil.

Grasping at straws, that was what Jessica was doing. That and wasting precious time. Stupid, stupid stupid!

Stupidly hopeful.

Jessica had been ready to reverse direction but something caught the corner of her eye. A shadow of a figure.

Peter?!

Wasting no time in even telling Luke, she swam in the direction of the shadow, down deeper into the depths of the Hudson.

There. There he was, one hand outstretched, but reaching upwards.

Got you kid!

Grabbing the stretched out hand, she pulled Peter towards her. The kid was ice cold, colder than the water itself, if that was possible.

Swimming quickly towards the surface, with Luke following at equal pace, Jessica hoped they weren't too late.

Once they rose to the top, she noticed how far off course she was from where Peter had fallen and where the search parties were. Jessica knew it was no coincidence why the glo stick was where it was - it must have been in Peter's hands at one point. It had continued its fall only because the kid had lost consciousness. This gave Jessica hope. That meant Peter wasn't without oxygen for that long.

Define long, Jessica , taunted the voice of Killgrave. Shut up! Focus focus.

Keeping the kid's head above water, Jessica swam towards the closest bank, which happened to be grassland. Some park. They were on the opposite side of the river from Pier 78.

Once she reached land, Jessica immediately lay Peter flat on the grass and peeled off the kid's mask.

God, this wasn't good. Peter's lips were tinted blue, his skin a ghostly parlour with no color to speak of.

Checking for a pulse, Jessica found there wasn't one.

Shit. This was not happening.

No, Peter. Come on. You are not going out like this. Come on, come on Peter!

Jessica placed her right hand down on top of Peter's chest, and the other hand overlapping it. Elbows locked, and arms straight, she leaned over him, and began the chest compressions for CPR.

After thirty compressions, she tilted Peter's head back, lifted his chin and tried to give him two breaths.

Come one Peter, come on!

No response.

Jessica compressed the kid's chest again. Nothing.

"Peter. Come on!" Cried out Jessica unable to hold it in.

One, two, three, four, five ... she counted in her head, ...twenty nine, thirty.

Breathe in twice.

Come on, Peter, work with me here, please. Just ... just breathe!

Again she began the chest compressions.

Two breaths.

No response.

It wasn't working. It was too late. Jessica was too God damn late.

Yet she wasn't going to give up. No. She wasn't giving up, and so Peter wasn't allowed to give up either.

Jessica could hear Luke on the phone, calling Claire no doubt.

"Kid. Please. Come on. Please, don't. Don't do this. Please. Just Breathe!"

One, two, three, four ... twenty-nine, thirty - two breaths.

A normal person, after compressing this many times, especially by someone as strong as Jessica, their ribs would have been broken twice over. But the kid was different.

Which was more the reason he had get out of this.

One, two, three, four ... twenty-nine, thirty - two breaths.

Finally, Peter let out a watery cough.

YES!

"Peter?"

The kid's eyes slowly opened and blinked at her and then at Luke who had crouched on Peter's other side.

Oh no. Did he not recognize them? Brain damage? Had he been deprived of oxygen for too long?

"Hey everyone," he said with a wane smile looking to her and Luke as if he hadn't just almost drowned in the Hudson River.

"Peter. Oh God. You're okay. You're okay," said Jessica, relief flooding into her voice. She hadn't cared or worried that much about a person since... since Trish. Before she had betrayed her and hurt Jessica in the most irreprensible way possible.

"Luke, eta on Claire's arrival?"

"She'll be here in ten."

Jessica looked at Peter and shook her head, "That's too long. Can we bring the kid to her?"

"I don't think it's a good idea to move him, Jessica," Luke's voice was gentle, but he was dead serious.

If Jessica's mind was thinking clearly, she would have asked how the hell Claire was suppose to show up on the opposite side of the Hudson River in a matter of minutes. But she wasn't thinking that at all.

All she could feel was apprehension as she looked at Peter's current state. It didn't take a medical professional to see that the kid was not doing well. Breathing yes, he was doing that. But aside from that, the rest of him was ... broken was the best to describe it. Whatever the authorities had used to shock Peter, it had affected his healing abilities. Peter's wounds were all bleeding freely and a pool of blood had formed around him where he laid, soaking into the grass and dirt beneath.

Where were they? Claire, we could really use your help right now!

It was just an instant that Jessica looked away from Peter to check for Claire and Foggy and she heard the panicked voice of Luke.

"Kid? Kid, you need to stay awake!" Said Luke in alarm as he gently shook Peter on his one uninjured shoulder.

A part of Jessica wanted to cry out to the authorities that they were here . They could save Peter and toss out that assh*le Russo that was caught finally. Have the paramedics take a look at the kid instead. He deserved to be saved, not that monster.

But she knew that Peter would rather die than have the world know who he was.

F*ck, this royally sucks. Peter was a kid, he didn't know better. No. No secret was worth your life. Jessica could handle Peter hating on her for the rest of her life, but that was better than letting him die.

But isn't this the same as what Trish did? She made the call, the hard call you couldn't make. She was worried about you. She took the shot, only wanting to help you. She didn't know the full story. Which was more the reason that Trish should have stayed out of it.

Peter, come one. Don't do this!

To Jessica's relief, Peter's eyes reopened again. It might have been from the pain that kept him awake though since Luke had taken upon himself to use his own shirt as makeshift bandages for the kid. The man pressed on Peter's shoulder wound that bled badly.

"Claire said to leave the nursing stuff to her, but she did say to keep pressure on the injuries," was his reply when Jessica looked at him.

"May."

Jessica looked at Peter when he said that word. It was filled with pain, regret.

"May. Tell May...tell Aunt May I'm so sorry. I broke my promise. I promised to come back home. I ... I can't... I can't keep it" Peter's breath suddenly became hitched, and blood trickled from his lips.

No. Nooo, I did not just go down there to pull you up and have you... have you die here! Claire, where the hell are you?! Hurry. Please.

"Peter. No. I'm not telling her that," said Jessica, her voice firm as she could make it as she too crouched beside Peter again. "You need to tell her yourself. Stay with me, Peter. Stay. Kid, you've been through so much. You've just got to hang on a little longer. Okay?"

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry about your friend too."

"Kid, no more apologies, you did more than anyone could ever expect," said Luke shaking his head.

"Not enough," said Peter.

Shit. Did the kid think Colleen was dead and it was his fault?

"Peter, our friend, Colleen, the one at the Dojo, you saw hurt? She's okay, she's at the hospital. You did good."

The kid smiled slightly, seemingly relieved at the news.

"Can you, can you tell Mr. Stark that I'm real sorry too? That I tried, I tried to make things right. Tell him it's not his fault? Please. He'd be so mad. So mad at me.," the kid's eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

Tony Stark, what did you ever do to deserve this kind of loyalty? This kind of belief in you of all people, thought Jessica, feeling a wave of anger wash over her.

"I'm ... sorry..."

Peter's voice trailed off and his eyes closed suddenly.

"Peter?"

The kid didn't stir.

Shit. This wasn't good.

"Peter!" Tried Jessica again.

Even with Luke adding pressure on his wounds, Peter didn't stir from the pain.

"Kid?" Luke released his hold on Peter's injuries and felt for his pulse.

Luke met Jessica's eyes. It was that look. That look.

No. NO. You have got to be shitting with me.

"Peter, you are not dying! Not like this!" Jessica leaned over Peter again, ready to start CPR again when a near out of breath voice from behind stopped her.

"Jessica, I've brought help."

Looking up, Jessica saw Claire arrive with an asian woman beside her. The woman wasted no time in introducing herself, however, and instead moved immediately to Peter's side. Following closely behind her were several medics with paddles, monitors and a large metal case.

She had no idea who the woman was, but the fact that Claire trusted her, then it was good enough for Jessica.

She watched with apprehension as they worked on starting the kid's heart back up again. The asian woman's face was filled with concern as she repeatedly upped the voltage for the CPR machine. It seemed like forever when finally the sound of a steady blip showed that Peter was back, Jessica could breathe again.

Jessica eyed the Asian woman as she delegated the people around her to prepping Peter for what looked like a blood transfusion. As they lifted Peter up to the stretcher, it was only then Jessica and everyone realized the injury on Peter's back.

The kid had been injured by the explosion, but Jessica had no idea that Peter had since then re-injured it - this time with glass shards that literally embedded through his back.

Because of the compressions.

She had literally been pushing the shards into Peter. Shit. Jessica hadn't thought about that.

The asian woman paused only for a moment before she told one of her medics to roll Peter to his side. Another medic passed her a set of tweezers and without any hesitation, she started to pull out the lodged glass in the kid's back all the while speaking quietly into her a bluetooth headset.

Using just patches of gauze, the asian woman covered the injured area and covered it with medical tape.

"Okay, he's ready for transport," nodding to her team.

They lifted Peter onto a stretcher and the Asian woman began to setup the transfusion, a bag of blood with an IV already connected.

The woman then looked to them and said, "Please, follow me."

As they trailed behind the woman and the medical entourage, questions whirled in Jessica's mind.

Who was she? She must have been part of Stark's team, especially with the equipment she seemed to have on hand.

Claire, as if reading her mind, confirmed for her, "She's a part of Stark's team. Doctor Helen Cho."

"Oh fantastic. They finally show now . Where the hell have they been all this time? And Tony Stark, where is he? The last time I talked to him, he sure as hell told me to stay away from the kid because, and I quote, 'I've got the kid's back". Don't tell me, this is his definition of watching over Peter, because I call it bull."

As if Jessica hadn't been pissed the whole time, she now just couldn't contain it anymore.

Claire shook her head, "I don't know the details. All I know is Dr. Cho here was at this park seconds after I got here. Now, how she knew I was here, I don't know the answer to that," said the nurse already knowing her next question.

"If she was tracking Peter, she sure took her time to get here," muttered Jessica as she clenched and unclenched her bloodstained hands watching the stretcher Peter laid in like a hawk.

"On that, how did you get here? This is the opposite side of the river," asked Jessica questioningly.

"That was thanks to Danny. He bought the Pier and had someone ferry us across. I think he also managed to hire a crew to distract the search party so you could get Peter out of the water undetected."

"Jesus, it's good to be rich." To Jessica's comment, both Luke and Claire chuckled slightly, easing the tension they had felt all night long.

"Danny's awake, so that's a good thing. Colleen? Did he see her?"

"He saw her, she's still unconscious, in the ICU," said Luke.

"Where did Foggy go?" Noting the absence of the Lawyer.

"He went to the hospital where Danny's at; clearing up anymore questions the officers may have," answered Claire. "Apparently Detective Graham left in such a hurry, the ones keeping Danny haven't got the updated report. Karen and Nora are there too, minor cuts and bruises."

Jessica nodded. "Makes sense he should be there."

They fell into silence suddenly, their eyes watchful as Dr. Cho paused the stretcher to check on Peter's vitals again. There was something about the care she took into it that gave Jessica the feeling that the doctor really cared about Peter's well being, it wasn't just a 'job'. There was a sense of protectiveness.

Finally, they arrived at a large parked white van. They first lifted Peter in and then followed the medics. Dr. Cho turned to them then, "My name is Dr. Helen Cho. I know you must have a lot of questions. I will do the best I can to tell you what I know. We're going to head to the Stark Compound's integrated medical facility."

Jessica nodded and looked to Luke and Claire before she followed the doctor into the vehicle. Inside the vehicle, she saw firsthand on how advanced Stark's technology was. Whatever this tech was, it had better help Peter. The kid looked as white as the sheets that covered him. If it were not for the blip and the small rise and fall of his chest, Jessica would have thought Peter was gone.

As the van started towards the Stark Compound, Jessica's mind was finally able to process everything. With Peter's last words being his ever loyalty to his mentor who hadn't bothered to come to his aid at all, it made her so much more angrier than before. God damn it, Jessica could seriously use a drink at this moment.

Damn you, Tony Stark. The hell you abandoned your teammates like that, one that you supplied with a super soldier suit and with no visible backup. You told ME you were watching Peter's back. This was it? You send a med team to pick up his broken body? Did you see him? Did you see him lying there, on his last breath, talking like you're some kind of hero to him? How much he looks up to you? And you can't be bothered with him, not even for a goddamn second.

Jessica felt Helen's eyes on her suddenly, as if she could feel the anger that was broiling inside of her. Did this doctor know what Tony Stark was doing? Recruiting a child to do work that should have been handled by adults? Not watching out for the kid? Was this a frequent thing?

Well, Jessica figured she would find out now since they were promised an explanation.

Yeah, some answers would be really nice now, otherwise I seriously will punch something.

And how she would love to pay a visit to Russo and do just that.

Him first and then Tony Stark not far behind.