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Have you ever noticed that ( DANNY RAND ) from the ( MARVEL UNIVERSE ) looks a lot like ( WILLIAM MOSELEY )? But ( HE ) also goes by ( IRON FIST ). Having the ability of ( MASTER MARTIAL ARTIST & THE POWER OF IRON FIST ) sure makes them a force to be reckoned with. They’re known to be ( OPEN MINDED ) but also ( FORLORN ) and they’re ( 28 ) years old.

Magic was hardly a new concept to Danny Rand. Though he’d seen it be called many different names, ultimately it was the same thing. A power that couldn’t be explained so easily, so it was melted into a word: magic. He was sure that the woman’s power was more complicated then the dubbed ‘magic’, just like his Iron Fist was. It was fascinating and beautiful, watching the power whisp and whirl in the air. “That’s amazing.” He commented and complimented in the same breath. 

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kon sighed, walking around a bit. he just finished a particularly aggravating training session. “fuck i’m hungry,” he muttered to really only himself before he walked toward the nearest food truck and ordered himself something. after ordering his food he went to sit at the picnic table. C R U N C H. Beautiful sound of a beautiful made taco. he enjoyed the moment before looking up and raising a brow. “oh hey, i actually didn’t hear you.” he held his taco up, “taco?”

Title: Wrong Place Wrong Time

Status: Open

Walking home from the barbershop usually let Luke meditate in the crisp evening air, except of course for those times when he heard a woman screaming for help–like tonight. Quickly, he jogged towards the sound and saw a jewelry store getting robbed. He rammed his shoulder into the glass door, breaking it and setting the alarm off. The robber pointed his gun towards Luke, who instinctively put his hands up. With his other hand, the robber held onto the woman as a hostage. “You don’t wanna do that,” Luke yelled over the screeching alarms.

The robber’s arm visibly shook as he pulled the trigger and emptied his magazine into Luke Cage, whose body ricocheted the bullets off his clothes and ultimately shattered the front window. Faintly, Luke heard police sirens making their way towards him and the intruder. When he turned back to the robber, he had fled. The woman took a second to study the scene before yelping and running after the robber, as if a bulletproof man was worse than a stranger with a gun and ski mask.

Luke heard foot steps coming towards him. He brought his arms up higher so he wouldn’t be suspected as the would-be robber. “Not what it looks like,” he muttered, turning towards the other with a helpless shrug.

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In the life Danny lived, he found friends were hard to come by. People were nice, they were smiles and laughs, and those surface level friends were a sort of nice he did enjoy. But there were some that ran deeper then that, that needed to run deeper. Who stood by you when your life was on the line, in the line of fire, or in Luke Cage’s case, defending you from the line of fire. Danny remembered that day all too well, that fear choking his chest that he wouldn’t survive this encounter. That all his efforts would be for not. Only for Luke to come charging in and same him, they teamed up. Then Jessica and Matt came along and everything lined up together. Somewhere along the line, Luke became his friend. Friendship in a different way then Danny had ever known it to be before, someone who could fight beside him and he could rely on. Luke was that. So were Jessica and Matt, but each of their relationships were all kinds of different. 

He hadn’t known Luke would be here, had only heard the alarms going off and the danger of the scenario making itself known, and Danny making himself apart of it without a second thought. Apparently Luke had been in a similar vein. “You don’t have to tell me that,” Danny commented, relief that Luke had dealt with the situation and came out unharmed. “You beat me here.” He commented with something of an amused grin. 

frank sat with a book in hand, as brown hues wandered along the pages, unaware of what he was actually reading but distracting himself enough to not be aware of what was going on around him. he wasn’t the type who enjoyed crowds of any size, that included the few people currently in the diner he was in. he didn’t trust many people, much less a couple perfect strangers. he had been through too much, he had seen too much to know he could never be too careful around anyone. “can i help you with somethin’?” he said, his voice holding a certain level of annoyance as he put his book down. @assemblestarter​

he looked familiar. maybe it was something about the way he held himself, or maybe it was his movement making danny think of the opposite incarnated into someone else. in some strange way, it reminded him of matt. whether it was the opposite or the similarity, he wasn’t quite sure. “oh no- didn’t mean to be staring,” he hastily amended, not having intended insult or strangeness in his actions. “you just sorta remind me of a friend of mine a bit.”

James had come to this universe behind Morgan. Hell, he hadn’t even found Morgan yet. It was frustrating- beyond frustrating, actually, it was so anxiety inducing that he thought he was going to lose his damn mind. He had already seen Peter die, and all he could think was that he was going to find Morgan dead too. Then he’d have no one left in the entire world. This was literally a world full of strangers, full of different versions of his people. He didn’t want to do this by himself. He didn’t want to be here alone. Not without her.

He walked up to the first person he saw, not bothering to even consider if they were familiar or not. “Hi, have you seen this girl?” he asked, holding up a photograph of Morgan Stark. “Please, I’ve been looking everywhere for her, we got separated.” 

Danny was familiar with confusion. His familiarity led to using it in as productive ways as he could, learning how to cope with it without being destructive or panicked. So seeing someone else sharing in that consuming all confusion he couldn’t help but feel inclined to lend a hand and offer as much help as he was capable of giving. Danny examined the photograph with intensity, but the photo bore no familiarity to his mind. “I’m afraid not,” He responded with a grimace, wishing he could be more of help to the young man. “Is she in danger?” Judging by the young man’s concern, Danny wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. 

“Hey, if you could figure out how to make it I’d give you a good amount of credit, I can’t even find out how to make it,” he said. “You haven’t had it before?”

“Now I have something new on my to-do list,” Danny responded chipperly. “It sounds like it’ll be fun to track down and figure out.” He nodded his head. “Nope.” The P popped. “I was away from home for a long time so a lot of things are new to me.”