You were on your way down to the hotel lobby to meet with the other students on the decathlon team. You passed Peter and Ned’s room, stopping once you heard Ned’s frantic voice coming from behind the door.
You furrowed your brows, reaching up to the knock. “Ned? Peter? Is everything alright?”
When it suddenly became silent, you pushed your ear up the door and heard the sound of someone shuffling around.
“(Y/n)! Hey!” Ned called, inside the room whispering harshly into the phone, asking Peter was the hell was supposed to do. “Y-Yeah! Everything’s cool.”
“Ned, I know you’re lying to me,” You told him, arms folding as you frowned at the door. “Your voice always gets an octave higher.”
“Pff, no it doesn’t, what?” Ned tried to assure you, purposefully going into the Darth Vader voice to try and convince you.
“Ned, let me inside, now.”
Here’s the thing, you grew up with two mothers, so if anyone could convince teenage boys to do something with just the tone of their voice.
It was you.
And it proved correct when the door almost immediately opened, and Ned was staring at you with minor terror. “Y-Yes?”
You tried to look over his shoulder to look for Peter, but Ned blocked your view each time you tried to look around him.
You inhaled deeply. “Move over, please.”
Ned was about to refuse but you gave him the best “mom” look you could manage and his mouth snapped shut as he moved aside.
“Thank you,” You said, walking past him to see the room was empty, and Peter’s things were missing. “Where is he?”
“Uh, one moment,” Ned told you as he returned his phone to his ear. “Alright, so, (Y/n) knows.”
Somewhere in a locked hangar, Peter was groaning into his phone. “What! I told you not to let her in!”
“Look, I did my best but-”
“She gave you the look didn’t she.”
“Yes! I’m sorry!”
“Just cover for me!” Peter said before hanging up.
You continued to grow impatient, ever since Liz’s party you felt like there was something the two of them knew that you didn’t. Despite the initial hurt you felt, you also felt somewhat insulted that they didn’t trust you enough to tell you their secret.
“You know what, I don’t really care that the two of you are keeping secrets from me, just don’t do such a shit job at keeping it.” You told him, not even bothering to listen to Ned’s excuse before you pushed past him to leave the room.
If you were pissed before the Decathlon, you were borderline completely enraged afterwards. A couple weeks ago, Peter made the surprise announcement that he wasn’t even going to D.C in the first place. Then all of a sudden he shows up the day you’re set all leave, saying he had made the time.
And now, he didn’t even show up.
You were so angry at him and Ned, you sat next to Flash the entire trip to the Washington Monument.
Mr. Harrington was leading all the students to the line to take the elevator tour of the monument when you noticed Michelle standing back, reading one of her books.
You jogged over to her. “Hey, aren’t you coming up?”
She looked up at you and shooked her, thumbing her page and closing the book. “Nah, I’m not really the ‘tourist’ type of person.”
You nodded, looking back at the group for a moment. “I can wait with you down here if you want?”
Michelle looked surprised for a minute but ultimately shook her head. “No, no. You don’t have to do that,” She said, looking down at her hands for minute. “But uh, maybe when you come back down we can go walk through one of the Smithsonian museums together?”
You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”
You were pressed up into the corner of the elevator, trying your best not to look at Ned, knowing that he just be looking at your sadly. He never liked it when you angry at either him or Peter, but he knew you had a right to be upset this time.
Quite frankly, the tour guide was a bit of a bore and you started to tune her out, staring along the metal walls of the elevator.
When a small explosion went off you shut your eyes and curled further into the wall, looking over to see that the elevator had stopped moving, and there was a large hole in the ceiling.
“What just happened?” You asked Ned, who was looking at you with a guilty smile.
“Remain calm, the security procedures are currently functioning.” The tour guide said, but the look in her eyes told you a different story.
Then they started to take the students out through the opening on the ceiling and moving them to the platform outside.
Flash had just pushed Liz out of the way so he could get out for himself when you felt the elevator was becoming more jittery.
You noticed the expression on Liz’s face and you placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hey it’s okay, you can go before me. I’ll hold up fort down here.” You said, making her smile.
“Thanks, (Y/n).” She said, moving to take her turn when the elevator dropped entirely, pusing her to the ground.
You let a choked scream when your hands pushed against the wall, and suddenly, the elevator was perfectly still again.
Liz looked up at you and saw the wall around your hands had a slight glow to them, and she could hear a faint humming noise all around the small space.
You were the one doing that.
You slowly opened your eyes, now realizing you weren’t dead, you saw what Liz was seeing and the slight feeling of panic settled in again.
You didn’t have too much time to think on it, because just then a masked head apppeaded through the opening.
“Is everyone alright?”
You knew that voice.
You knew that stupid voice exactly.
“You’ll have to take her first.” You said, nodding to Liz.
If you were the one keeping the elevator up, you’d have to be the last one out.
So when Peter, or “Spider-Man” reached his hand to you, you were hesitant to move your hands away.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, his tone was on complete alert. “You’re in a lot of danger in here, we gotta get you out!”
You frowned, still mad at the boy behind the mask and you quickly moved your hands away, and just as you suspected the elevator fell a couple feet before you managed to place your hands back on the wall.
“See!” You yelled at him.
The eyes of the spider mask went wide for a second. “Just stay there, I’ll be right back!”
You scoffed. “Like I have anywhere else to go.”
He was gone for about a minute when Peter’s masked head finally reappeared on top of the elevator. “It’s safe now, you can let go.”
You slowly did as told, sighing heavily when the elevator remained in place.
“Now, give me your hand.” Peter said, holding out a gloved hand to you.
You looked at it for a moment, hesitating when he moved it closer to you.
“It’s fine now, I promise. I’m gonna get you somewhere safe, you can trust me.” He said softly.
You grabbed onto his hand, surprised when he managed to lift you the entire way out on his own. Peter wrapped his arms around you before shooting a web onto the door where all the other kids were.
Once the two of you were safely on the platform, Peter released his hold on you. “Are you alright?”
You didn’t look at him. “Fine, thanks.” You said in offhanded tone before pushing past the other kids to find the stairs.
While everyone was waiting for their parents to arrive, you stayed seated on the ambulance on your own, but you could tell Peter kept glancing back at you.
You didn’t want to talk to him right now.
Something about his expression though told you that he knew you knew his secret.
Michelle had come up to while you waited, offering to talk. But you told her you wanted some space to think.
She understood, after having a near-deth experience could make anyone question their mortality.
But you were more focused about the way you stopped the elevator, and judging by the way Liz’s eyes were following you the rest of the day, that she was thinking the same.
You looked around to make sure no one was watching before pulling out a quarter from
your jacket pocket. You placed it on your palm and stared at it for a moment, then it lifted up, and started to wobbly weave its way through your fingers.
You watched it with wide eyes, a small smile on your face when you realized that it was kinda cool.
You could move things with your mind.
You also had a lot of questions for your moms when they got here.
Title: Who Could It Be at This Hour? Character: Danny Rand Prompt: 28
You were sitting on the floor in your living room, small stacks of papers for new book orders surrounding you as you tried to figure out which ones to sign for first. The television was showing flash flood warnings on the bottom of the screen, the rain wasn’t coming down too hard yet but you had an idea it was going to get worse later tonight.
You looked up from your work when you heard a couple knocks on the door, reaching across the paper piles to reach for your phone. There weren’t any messages from anyone, so who was at your door so late?
Getting up from your spot, you walked over to peer through a window at the top of the door and saw someone wearing dark clothes and a hood covering their face.
Now any sensible person seeing that waiting for them at the front door of their house would be terrified.
But it was storming outside, and you couldn’t help but feel bad just letting them out there.
So slowly, you cracked opened the door to look outside.
The person looked up upon you opening the door and you saw a very upset looking Danny standing there.
“Oh, hello!” You said, grabbing his arm and ushering him inside. “What are you doing here? You’ll get sick out in the rain!”
Danny yanked down his hood, his curls were damp and lightly clung to his forehead. His cheeks looked a little flushed, and he had small bruises and cuts scattered around his face.
“I know, but I had to see you.”
“Is everything alright? You look dreadful.” You helped him to the couch. “Here, I’ll get you a towel.”
“No, I have to talk to you.” Danny said, clutching onto your arm.
You smiled softly, placing your hand onto his and gently releasing yourself from his grasp. “It will take me ten seconds, and we need to warm you up before you get sick.”
Dannu reluctantly agreed, he seemed antsy though, even when you returned with a towel and a warm sweatshirt for him to wear, Danny jumped at the slightest of sounds.
You took the towel and laid it across his head, fluffing up his hair to help with the dampness. “Hey, you look pretty shaken up. Did something happen?”
Danny stared up at you as you dried off his hair, in his trance he almost didn’t hear what you asked him. “Oh, nothing you need to worry out.”
You tossed aside the towel and handed him the sweatshirt. “Put this on, I can put the other one in the dryer.”
He did as told, shedding the wet jacket and shoving on the dry one. “What were you doing? Did I interrupt something important?”
You shook your head, hearing the alarmed tone of his voice you gently ran your hands through his hair to calm him down. “Just some paper work, nothing groundbreaking.”
Danny nodded, remembering all the cuts he had and he tried to move from the ground. “I-I’m getting blood all over your things, I’m sorry.”
You lightly pushed him down. “You’re fine, there just little cuts I can take care of. Just stay here, can you do that for me?”
He didn’t try to get up so you took that as a yes, jogging to the bathroom to locate the small kit of medical supplies you had and then back to him.
“Yes?” You kneeled in front of him and started to clean all the cuts so they didn’t get infected.
“Do you feel safe with me?”
You looked up at him with knitted brows. “What do you mean?”
He shook his head. “Just answer me, please?”
“Of course I do, you’ve never given me a reason to not feel safe around you.” You met his gaze and saw the same scared expression he’d have after Ward did something particularly cruel to him when he was younger.
“Can I show you something?”
You smiled at him. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. It’s okay.”
“No, no. I want you to know.”
“Go on then.”
Danny made a fist and held it close to you, there was an intent look on his face for a minute, then his hand started to light up in a faint yellow glow.
It took you a moment to realize what you were looking at was in fact happening and wasn’t some tired trick your brain was pulling on you.
“Woah,” You slowly reached out your hand and placed a few fingers on his fist, it had almost turned translucent and you could see the inner workings of his veins. “How are you doing that?”
Danny unclenched his hand and the glow went away. “Remember how I told you I’d tell you the story about my tattoo?” He asked, waiting for your nod. “Well it’s not really a tattoo, it’s the mark of the Iron Fist.”
“Iron Fist? Sounds like a super hero name.”
Danny chuckled. “Sort of, I earned the title through my years of training with the monks. Iron Fist is a title given to those who complete the trial of Shou-Lao,” He saw the confused look on your face and laughed again. “You don’t really need to know all the details, it just means I’m the protector of K'un-Lun and sworn enemy to the Hand.”
“I’ve heard you mention them before, what do they do?”
Danny shook his head. “No, the less you know about them the safer you’ll be. Trust me.”
You found yourself smiling. “Can you punch through walls?”
Your eyes went wide. “Shut up, that’s so cool!”
Danny watched you go off on a little tangent about how fun it must be to have a real super power, there were a few questions in there about what else he could do, but you scarcely gave him the time to answer them.
Out of all the reactions to his being the Iron Fist, yours was his favorite. You didn’t look weirded out or scared, you were just your usual self.
You were about to ask him something else when Danny leaned down and kissed you, his hands on either side of your face as they dug into your hair and brought you closer to him.
After the initial surprise you started to respond, your hand lightly reached up to hold his cheek, but you must have grazed one of his wounds and he reluctantly pulled away to hiss.
“I forgot about those! Maybe we should call Claire instead, she’s better at this.”
Danny tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned close to you again. “I’ve had worse.”
A few days ago, I hit 500 followers, and I had you guys vote on what you’d like to see me make! It was a close tie between this manip tutorial and a FC directory, and while that’s still in the works for the future, this is something I’ve been wanting to post for a while. I’m excited to show you guys the deep dark secrets of gif manip making.
These are the gifs I’m starting with:
And here’s what I’m ending with:
note: for the sake of this tutorial, I am using two gifs that I made myself, but I often just find ones to use from gif hunts.
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