#dane thread

He’s still getting used to the Ebon Siege, with all it’s terrible darkness and cursed hate. But he is getting the hang of it. Today the plan was to contact someone other than Jacks. And he had the perfect subject in mind.

Sitting on the Siege, he thinks about the old mutant knight, and his vision is drawn to an island. Not just any island, but the island. There are so many minds here, powerful ones, but he remains above them. Hidden by the Siege.

He see’s Bennett, and focuses.

No need to sugar coat things. Dane is half way to wasted. He’d been through a great deal, lately, with the power of the Ebony Blade taking it’s toll. The power of the blade had destroyed every wielder who had come before him, and was working it’s curse on Dane as well. Oh how little he knew. 

It hadn’t been the hundred thousand dollar security system that had tipped him off to the presence of the Winter soldier, but Percy. The damn ghost appeared before him, screaming bloody murder about a thief. An interloper. So he’d drunkenly jogged his way to the vault where the blade was kept. He rounded the corner with a bottle of expensive vodka in his hand, a helmet on his head and, frankly, nothing else but his boxers.

What. The guy can’t have a nervous breakdown in his skivvies? Cut him a break.

Dane scrambles behind the corner once more as shots are fired, screaming. Not just from the fear, but the pain of a bullet. He was half way to slumping onto the ground when something metal rolled in front of him. The pain in his shoulder entirely forgotten in the wake of the flash bang going off. He’s thoroughly deafened and blinded by the pop, screaming, ears bleeding.

“Not true. I can just go through you.“

Dane wasn’t losing himself. He wasn’t going mad. That’s what he kept repeating in his head, the mantra keeping himself together. But his uncle had been summoned up from Hell, and Dane wasn’t going to let him go.

The Avengers weren’t getting in his way.

Building a garden oasis (okay, paying to have it built, sheesh) was the best idea Dane had ever had. His own little tropical paradise, and he quite happily relaxed in his massive hot tub. He wasn’t actually sure why he’d opted for some so large, but it was excellent. Though, sitting in the bubbling water with Shangqi, he couldn’t help but grin.

It’s awkward. But also, uh, really hot. And fun. Dane had to admit, when a woman threatens to blow off his junk with a sawed off shotgun(his bad) it does get him going. That can’t be healthy, but oh well.