Until we meet again.
I don’t know how many of you have seen Alex’s interview on Ellen, but at one point a picture of Lion popped up, and he exclaimed, “that’s my baby!” He was so adorably delighted that I promptly fell to the floor, awash with feelings. That’s how this came to be - it’s just a silly simple little thing, where Steve and Danny have a son.
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Danny’s coasting on a generally chipper mood. It’s been a quiet fortnight, not much in the way of explosions or maimings - and, really, the standards that he lives his life by these days, oy vey.
The quiet has come at a cost, mind you. Steve’s been away for the last thirteen days, training god-knows-who to do god-knows-what. It’s not a cost that Danny likes to pay, truth be told, and he’s rather looking forward to having three heartbeats back under the one roof.
For now, he tries to focus on the good, of which there is plenty: it’s quittin’ time on a Friday evening, there’s a gentle breeze rustling the paperwork, Steve’s due back soon, and Alika is currently scurrying between his feet, seeking sanctuary from Kono’s clutches.
See you soon, cuz.
You know I never figured you the type to geek out on magic
You should say hi to Kono for me.
