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cupophrogs · 2 months

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I'm running backwards up a halfpipe/pos

Welcome to the game, Daneilla (Danny)Darling! I’m still working on her main-world design, so her Space Riders fit is all I have for now. I’m almost done though! I think y’all will like her!

Anyways, Danny is a young Aerospace Welder and Engineer, and lives on the Intergalactic Emergency Sub-Station: a company, and space station dedicated to preserving life and safe travel through the cosmos. When she’s not traveling with other crews as an on-call engineer for dangerous voyages, Danny is dispatched across worlds to complete maintenance checkups on passing ships and other space stations.

Personally, Danny is a flexible, relaxed young woman with a steady hand and a quick mind. She loves her job, and she’s not working or napping, she enjoys dancing and debating silly questions like weather there are more wheels or doors in the world (she will always say wheels). She isn’t put on the front lines often, considering her lack of supernatural abilities, but her cunning and resourcefulness always keeps her opponents guessing. Her favorite drink is Horchata!

(Space Riders au belongs to @onyxonline)

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dearlazerbunny · 6 years

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Aureate

Pairings: None

Genre/Warnings: None

Word Count: ~11,500

- Summary: Goldie and her brother are about to pull off the biggest theft in modern history: a sliver of vibranium from Captain America’s shield.

Note: Chapter 12 of 12 + Epilogue. Click HERE for the Epilogue!

I try to breathe. No one is forcing me this time. It’s okay. But I’m tired, and I need something easy- something precious. Not as commonplace as steel. Steel is well and good but it’s so dense it’s exhausting sometimes.

I try to level my gaze at Stark, though I can’t quite look him in the eyes. “Don’t freak out.”

His eyes immediately widen. “Don’t freak out? If you touch me I swear to God I will-”

“I’m not going to touch you.” My voice is flat, not the razor edge I wanted. I close my eyes, feeling for the bracelet he has wrapped around his right wrist. I can’t quite identify what’s in it, but its buzzing is driving me crazy. Titanium, maybe. With something in it to keep it light.

Slowly, so he won’t notice, I begin sawing a fingernail against my palm in tiny motions, back and forth. I can feel it begin to give, and I will it to be more pliable, almost fluid like water as it slips from his sleeve and slithers across the table to me like something alive. It stops, and I pick it up and bend it around my wrist so it hardens back into shape.

Stark grabs his wrist, hard. It reminds me too much of the manacles, and I flinch. Focus. If you do this right, they’ll all be safe. “What the fuck do you think you’re doi-”

Steve holds a hand out, silencing him. He’s still watching me, obviously fascinated. His blue eyes sparkle like Maddie’s when she’s found something beautiful. It takes me a moment to find the activation plate- my fingers fumble for it- but I find it eventually with my ring finger, and smooth red plating glides over my forearm like a dream. It’s beautifully made, ending with a repulsor in my palm that sparks like I’m holding a star.

Tony is talking now, something angry, so I need to hurry. And I don’t want to accidentally set this thing off. I focus on the image I have of the Iron Man suit from TV- flying through the air, rolling gracefully to the ground, waving to the crowd. Then I reach into the gauntlet and pull.

The metal expands, and extends, folding its way up my arm and over my shoulder, down my back. I shiver at the touch of it. Cold. But I keep going, letting it engulf me until I am standing in a perfect replica of his suit, down to the gold faceplate. I can see myself in the reflection of the one way glass that walls the conference room. I can also see Steve and Tony with equally shocked expressions as I experiment with flexing my shoulders, lifting a knee. It is incredibly light, though it doesn’t have wiring or anything else to actually power it. It’s a shell. But a damn impressive one. I can’t help but feel a little spark of pride somewhere in the pit of my stomach.

Slowly, I let it fall away, melting into nothing but a little pile of ashes at my feet. Only the armpiece is left, and I deactivate it, calmly walking over to Stark and holding it out to him. “You’ll probably have to weld that back together or something. Sorry.”

He takes it wordlessly, staring at the tech like he’s seeing it for the first time. Jordie is visibly white. “Where… how did you do that? You’ve never… done anything like that.” “I had some practice.” I try not to let my voice crack when I say that. He looks at me in horror and I wonder just how much of my confession they let him hear.

I turn to Coulson who STILL has a neutral expression goddamn it. “Is that enough? To relocate them or something? Because Maddie and mom, they didn’t have anything to do with this, and Benny can’t even talk yet, and Jordie-” I look at him. He’s collapsed into a seat next to me like he’s made of sand. “Jordie deserves a lot better.” I put on my best negotiation face. “So what can you do for them?”

“You act like you’re not going with them.” Steve sounds sad.

I shake my head. “I’m dangerous. I can’t. You guys can do what you want with me, I guess.” Preferably not have Tony Stark tear me to pieces, but…

“I’ll see what we can do for you.” The Agent rises from his seat and leaves, Stark following in his footsteps, muttering about stupid ten year old thinks she’s a goddamn superhero-

I’m so, so tired.

The door closes. Steve is still here, but I’m past caring why. I just put my head in my arms, letting myself slump onto the table. I vaguely wondered if they’d put me back into that hospital bed. At least then nobody could interrogate me.

“What… did they-” I can hear Jordie’s voice shaking. “What happened, Goldie?”

“They didn’t tell you?”

I take his silence as a no. I lift my head and set my chin down on my folded forearms. “Maybe I’ll tell you someday.” He nods, accepting that vague promise.

Steve still looks sad. His face tells me he heard every single word.

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It’s over a month before I’m finally released from SHIELD’s medical unit. Most of it was spent sleeping, trying to save up strength for the afternoon physical therapy sessions they scheduled for me. Working muscles back into place, putting stretch into others that had lost their elasticity. It was hell, but sometimes they let me play around. Supervised, obviously. My favorite was still Agent Coulson. It became a game- what could I do that would actually get a visible reaction out of him?

And then there was Steve. He came and visited me a lot, especially once I was usually conscious for most of the day. The first time he just apologized for Tony Stark a lot. I called him a dick and Steve had laughed and said yeah, pretty much, but you warm up to him, and then we sat in comfortable silence until whatever they put in my IV made me fall asleep again.

Sometimes he’d sit with me when I was asleep, except I wasn’t really asleep. But I’d just lay there with my eyes closed and he’d tell me stories about shit going down in the tower they all live in together. Apparently Hawkeye is a big prankster, and Tony Stark is really just an overgrown child who likes to play with a sentient toaster. It was nice.

I see him again, when my bag is packed and I’m waiting for an agent to escort me out to a car. They said everyone had been moved to a new house a few states away, in a heavy SHIELD-presence area, and I was finally going out to meet them. Goodby steel gray walls and hospital food. I’m still tired, a lot. And I haven’t done my… thing since that day in the conference room. But still. I missed Benny, and Mom, and even Maddie and her crazy science shit. And Jordie.

“Figured I’d escort you out.” Steve greets me with an easy smile, and I find that its easy to smile back. He’s kept his word, he never seemed mad at me for everything that’s happened. He’s been an actual friend throughout all this. I hope I’ve been one to him. “Need a hand?”

He carries my bag, even though it’s light, and leads me down corridors of black-clad agents. “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty okay. Two days ago I tried to do a backflip in therapy and Coulson actually jumped, so I’m going to count that as solidly satisfactory.”

The Captain chuckles, slinging my duffel over his shoulder. “And about the deal?”

The deal. I’d called Jordie and Mom a few nights ago and read it out loud to them, piece by piece, and we all talked about it. But really, it wasn’t a choice. They were giving us a house, a stipend, school, protection if we needed it- I signed it three hours after they told me to think about it. “Good. For the most part.” I glance at him. “Except it looks like I’m gonna be stuck with you for a lot longer. Sucks.”

“Harsh.” There isn’t any edge behind his words. He stops in front of a big black car with tinted windows. It looks like it might be armored. The thought scares me a little- are they expecting something to happen?

“Hey.” I look at him. He offers me my stuff and gives me another sunny smile. “You’re gonna be fine. You’ve made a lot of progress. And we’ll only be a call away.”

“If I call, please do not bring Tony.” I open the car door to the sound of his laugh and climb in, using the door to boost myself up. I’m reluctant to close it, so Steve does it for me. He gives the car a reassuring pat and it starts to move off towards- well. I don’t know really. I guess I’ll find out.

A/N: Toasterverse reference, woo!

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