#fernandidilly-yo

I can’t tell who would have a harder time: Zuko because Sokka and Aang are fighting over him as a teacher, or Aang because Katara and Zuko are fighting over him as a student. Probably Aang. Once Toph joins, he’ll be learning three elements at once. 

    Hi! I have two go-to recommendations for starting Daredevil. You can’t go wrong with either, but they cater to different personal preferences, so you can pick whichever suits your fancy:

     If your tastes tend toward gritty street-level stories, I suggest starting with Brian Michael Bendis’s run. Technically, his run begins with volume 2 #16-19, which is a self-contained story arc called “Wake Up”. You can start there, since it’s a fantastic few issues, but you can also skip ahead to #26, which is where the main thread of Bendis’s run begins. That will take you through a significant chunk of volume 2 and into Ed Brubaker’s run, which is tonally similar and also very good. 

    If you like stories that are a bit more swashbuckly, start with Mark Waid’s run. His is possibly my favorite DD run of all time, so I recommend it to everyone–  and as a bonus, it was designed to be a good jumping-on point, since it kicked off a new volume. It starts with volume 3 #1. 36 issues in, the series was given a soft reboot and a new #1 but the creative team remained the same, so once you hit the end of volume 3 you can go right into volume 4.   

    If you want suggestions for how to get into the older cheesier stuff (I’m sorry– is what what you were asking?) I would not start at the beginning. I love parts of Lee’s initial run– the first issue is quite solid, and I’ve always been a big Mike Murdock enthusiast (vol. 1 #25-41), for instance– but if you’re not used to that style, it’s… pretty dang cheesy and can be a slog. I suggest working your way backward to ease into the early material. Marv Wolfman’s run (which starts with volume 1 #124) might be a good place to start. For me, it’s the point at which the comic moved from purely Silver Age-style stories to more of a modern sensibility, while still retaining some of that initial zaniness. Give that a try and see what you think! 

Peter was late. Peter was oh-so-very late and the subway just wasn’t going to cut it today. Stupid snow, causing delays and making it impossible to get home in a timely manner. But even with the snow still falling, Peter had his own method of transportation.

He ducking into an alley, shucking his sweater. Cold air raced along his bare arms--Aunt May had said to wear long sleeves today--and he shivered. Maybe he should’ve found a bathroom to change in. He’d wear the suit over his t-shirt; the thought of exposing more skin was painful.

Peter tugged the top half of his suit out of his backpack, tossing the bag on top of a dumpster to get better access. He slipped an arm into one sleeve and reached an arm into his bag to rummage for his mask.

“Excuse me?”

Peter whirled around when an unfamiliar voice spoke, still half-tangled in his spider suit. His mouth dropped open, ready with an excuse that wouldn’t come. A man stood at the entrance of the alley. His brown hair was combed neatly, his red glasses sat perched on his nose. Peter’s eyes flicked from the man’s tilted head to the white cane in his hand. It clicked.

Oh thank God, he’s blind.

Wait, no, hold on, he didn’t mean it like that. Peter swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. Not--not like that.

“Excuse me,” the man repeated, tapping his cane on the ground as he moved forward. It made light indentations in the snow. “I was wondering if you could tell me how far the nearest subway station is from here.”

“Sub-subway?” Peter stammered. He attempted to pull himself out of the suit as quietly as he could, but it was tight, especially over his shirt. He wriggled as best he could without making a sound. “There’s, uh. There’s one about four blocks uptown, I think.”

Every part of Peter’s rational brain was telling him to leave it there and book it, to run and stow his suit before he outed himself.

Peter was never great at acting rationally.

"The sidewalk’s petty icy,” he blurted. “And the roads too. And with the snow coming down, visibility’s not great. Would it be okay if I walked you to the station?”

The man’s eyebrows rose marginally. Peter noticed a cut along his temple. The man smiled.

“That’s very kind of you,” he said, nodding. Peter nodded in return--realizing belatedly that the gesture was wasted--and finally managed to take off his suit. He shoved it in his bag and donned his sweater.

“My name’s Peter,” he said as he tapped his arm against the other man’s in invitation.

One chapter a day! I’m actually super impatient, so chapter 2 is going to go up in a few minutes. I’ve been waiting for so long to post this.

For past big bangs I just put the whole thing up at once, but those were shorter. For something this long, I figure six thousand words a day is probably a good chunk but not too much. I don’t want to overwhelm. Still more than I would normally post.

Are you telling me that in this fic Iroh challenged Zuko to an AGNI KAI AND FOUGHT ZUKO FOR THE THORN!?!?!?!?!?

Yes, yes he did.