Summary: You somehow met Danny Rand even though there was no reason for you to meet him. He was a billionaire. No reason for a college student like you to meet him. But you did. And you found out that he is the Iron Fist. (Prequel to I Love You)
You never understood why people say “Whatever happens, happens for the best.” It is true. But what was the logic behind it? You could count the number of times when something bad, or something disagreeable happened, and almost immediately, you were ‘rewarded’ with something good.
Meeting Danny was the same.
Do you know the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach when you spot your ex making out with his girlfriend? The sinking feeling that exists even though you don’t like him?
Happened to you. You broke up with your ex at the age of 16 after dating him for two months and finding out that he is slightly warped in the head. Ever since the break up, you were single. You were 20 now, and you were still single. No guy was remotely interested in you. Your ex was the only dunderhead who was willing to date you.
Seeing him making out with a girl he has been with ever since the break up hurt you for some reason. He is an ugly piece of shit who found someone, and you are a smart, independent woman, who didn’t find anybody.
You had stormed out of the building, rage bubbling inside you. You didn’t like him. You didn’t like him. But it hurt a lot seeing him making out with that girl. Insecurity settled in your mind: were you not good enough for anyone?
Marching down the street in a blind rage, you didn’t notice a guy following you. Your hands were shaking due to pure anger. Streetlights illuminated your way home.
Anger clouds your emotions: you learnt that the hard way. Irked by the thought of reaching home before you could be calm, you entered an alleyway, away from the population.
A hand grabbed your waist and pushed you into the wall.
“Hmph,” you groaned, looking at your attacker.
“All your money, sweet cheeks,” he let out a dirty grin, exposing his decaying teeth.
“Money. Give me your money!”
“Ok listen to me dude. I am pissed. Don’t you fucking touch me, don’t fucking talk to me and don’t fucking demand for money because I am not giving you any. Alright?” You said in a steely voice.
The attacker snorted, raising his fist to punch you. You deftly swerved, kicking his balls.
“Stay down.” You snarled.
Unfortunately, you didn’t kick him hard enough. He was quickly on his feet, and he had whipped out a gun. And was pointing it straight at your face.
“Great. First I have to see my moronic ex boyfriend make out with that ugly piece of boglodite flesh and then you have to apparate and try and steal from me and I can’t even defend myself properly and I have a gun pointing at my face. Can my day get ANY better?”
You heard a small click.
Shit. He is going to shoot you. You are going to die. You closed your eyes in anticipation.
You hear a bullet firing, and you wait for it to tear through your body. After several moments, you opened your eyes, surprised that the bullet didn’t touch you. You looked up, spotting billionaire Danny Rand.
“Rand,” you whispered.
Completely gobsmacked that you saw Danny Rand, you almost failed to notice that his hand was glowing.
“Oh my god! Your hand! It’s- It’s -”
Danny Rand turned around, his fist still glowing.
“Don’t just Um me! Are you a -”
“I am the Iron Fist.”
“Iron what now? I am pretty sure I know Iron Man, Tony Stark. I mean, I don’t know him personally, I just know that he is Iron Man.”
Danny Rand chucked.
“Uhhh… Yeah. Why didn’t the bullet?”
“Because I blocked it.”
“You’re bulletproof? Like Luke Cage???” You asked him, slightly excited.
“Sort of. Most of the times.” You raised your eyebrows. “I mean, when I centre my chi, I can concentrate the energy to my fist”- his fist glowed up - “and I sorta become invincible.”
“It’s a bit hard to explain.”
“Can I meet Luke Cage? Do you know him?”
“Yes I do. Come on.”
You jumped happily, not noticing the small, gentle smile that Danny Rand had etched on his face.