11202/Down on the Corner

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Down on the Corner
Date of Scene: 17 May 2022
Location: Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis: The Star-Spangled Kid (No affiliation to Captain America), stops a robbery. Danny Rand gets shoulder-checked into a van.
Cast of Characters: Danny Rand, Courtney Whitmore




Danny Rand has posed:
Hell's Kitchen has become like a second...or third(?) home for Danny Rand. The food, the people...even the smells all speak to him in one way or another. He loves this part of the city, and this part of the city loves him.

In his guise as The Immortal Iron Fist, he's making his way down the sidewalk with his hands tucked into the pockets of his green tracksuit bottoms. His expression is full of cheer and one could hardly imagine that he almost got into a fight with a whole demon yesterday. He packed all of that worry into that patented K'un-Lun Mind Vice, crushed it, and has returned to his jovial self, smiling and waving at the folks he passes and even stopping to take a selfie with a group of kids.

This celebration of life doesn't last long, though, because a group of thugs has just knocked over Al's Corner Store and are running outside with what may as well be a big burlap sack with a dollar sign on it.

As they make it to their car, Danny's brows hike up and he breaks into a sprint after them.

Courtney Whitmore has posed:
Criminals running in the streets? That seems like fun! Courtney had just been out for a stroll, picking up an ice cream cone to cool off on a nice spring day. But the alarm from Al's and the sprinting crooks means that the ice cream would just have to wait! Well, it couldn't really wait, so much as her enjoyment of ice cream would, because it would be melted by the time she returned. She ducks into an alleyway and pulls off her shirt, afixes her mask, adjusts her belt, and charges back out as the Star Spangled Kid!

Moving at a slightly normal than regular human speed, she runs on an intercept course with the fleeing thieves.

Danny Rand has posed:
"What the hell?" one of the goons cries out as the young lady bars their path to the vehicle. "Mikey, what do we do?" he calls, before he receives a smack on the back of the head.

"Don't say my name, you dick!" the other responds. "And I dunno! Shoot her! That's why we gave you the gun, isn't it?" he reasons.

The handgun-wielding thug's weapon is leveled at Courtney before a quick one-two kick are sent into his hand and his jaw from the leaping Iron Fist. He spills out into the street and is nearly run down by a van that manages to just screech to a halt in-time. Danny pulls the bottom of his jacket straight and smiles at Courtney. "Hi."

Courtney Whitmore has posed:
Wasting little time for small talk, Courtney spins around, delivering a back roundhouse to the face of Mikey, since the Iron Fist has dealt with The Dick. As he stumbles back she follows up with a sidekick to the gut. Only then does she turn back to Iron Fist, blonde curls bouncing, and fixes him with a radiant smile. "Thanks, dude. Good team work." She goes in for a high five.

Danny Rand has posed:
"You, too!" he says, beaming back to her and lifting to connect his hand with hers in that iconic Iron High Five. "I'm Iron Fist," he introduces, too embroiled with the conversation to notice the *very* big mega-goon that's just stepped out of Al's. He'd been held up because he couldn't decide what snack he wanted to steal for the ride back to the hideout. With his arms laidened with sweets and savories, it appears that the answer was 'all of them'. The Big Un frowns and drops his collection of treats before he charges as Danny, taking advantage of his distracted state and managing to shoulder-check him into the side of the van. Danny 'OOF's and bounces from van-side to street with a thump, groaning (mostly from embarassment).

Big Un frowns and turns his eyes to Courtney. "Your turn, kid," he grumbles, cracking his knuckles.

Courtney Whitmore has posed:
"I'm Cour-" She stops. "Star Spangled Kid!" She frowns at herself, and seems about to add something when Iron Fist meets the Big Shoulder. She looks briefly to him in concern, but of course she cannot take up too much time before looking back at Big Un.

Maybe she wants to show off. Maybe she thinks it's the most effective move. But she jumps up and looks to land a kick to Big Un's chin, following through by a back flip.

Danny Rand has posed:
Courtney's kick hits its mark and Big Un takes a few step back, spouting blood, spit, and a few teeth from his mouth. He manages to regain his balance, cupping his hand to his mouth. "You lidde bith!" he barks, spitting a beautiful mixture of fluids out on to the sidewalk. "You're 'onna pay 'or that!" he calls out, lunging forward to take a pair of blows at her.

Danny? Well, he's still nursing his pride, grumbling as he begins to heft himself off of the street, one of his fists kneading at his now-sore sternum.

Courtney Whitmore has posed:
Perhaps unexpectedly, as Big Un moves at her Courtney executes the Van Damme. She splits and drops to the ground, and hauls back to punch Big Un square in the nuts. "I'm no one's bitch," she says, her tone angry. She remains and watches to see if he, inevitably, falls.

Danny Rand has posed:
Big Un, though he'd love to voice a likely very gentlemanly response to Courtney, is otherwise preoccupied with nursing his poor nards, keeling over to the side and knocking himself out as his head strikes the sidewalk, arms waggling a bit widly before they slump down to either side of him.

Iron Fist finally manages to get his bearings back and moves over to deliver a quick axe-kick to the rallying Dick who'd begun reaching for the pistol. "Ow!" Danny cries, still rubbing at his chest as he looks over to Courtney. "Those were some pretty nice moves," he says, reaching down to offer his other hand to her if she should need help standing up from her action-movie split.

Courtney Whitmore has posed:
While likely not needing help, Courtney accepts the hand, using it as leverage to hop back up. "Nice moves to yourself," she says, reaching up to brush some of the blonde curls away from her face. "I appreciate the backup. Getting shot would /not/ have been a good way to spend my day." She smiles at him.

"You want to babysit these guys with me until the cops show up?"

Danny Rand has posed:
"Just gotta learn how to catch the bullets," Danny says with a smile, now with both hands free to dust the dirt and debris off of himself. It's a good thing Vinnie sells him these track suits for so cheap, because he sure does go through them like tissues.

"Sure," he offers wit a nod to her, moving to have a seat on the trunk of the busted-up sedan that was to serve as the trio's getaway car. "Star-Spangled Kid seems like a pretty long superhero name," the man admits.

Courtney Whitmore has posed:
A roll of her eyes. "It's got history, man. I come from a long line of Star-Spangled Kids!" Courtney laughs. "Ok, just one, but it's his legacy and so, like, I feel bound to honor it, y'know?" She bounces back and forth on the balls of her feet, like she is filled with nervous energy, as she watches Iron Fist simply relax on the car. "Besides, not everyone can be as simply as "Iron Fist"."

Danny Rand has posed:
"The full title is The Immortal Iron Fist, but that normally takes too long to get out, so I had to parse it down," he says, sneaking a finger under his mask to scratch at his cheek a little bit. "What's your like...your whole thing?" he asks, leaning back a bit on the trunk and looking her over. "You friends with Captain America?" he asks, head tilting to the side. It could be a branding thing, y'know.

Courtney Whitmore has posed:
Shaking her head, Courtney smiles. "Never met him, actually. The first was a sidekick to the Justice Society of America." She smiles. "I'm my own hero, I suppose. The Justice Society are..." She sighs. "They are no more."

Danny Rand has posed:
"I don't think I've ever heard of them," Danny admits. His knowledge of history is...not the greatest, it must be said. He knows about The Beatles and the moon landing, though!

"You got like patriotic powers, then?" he asks. "I know of one girl who can punch big stars in the air. Can you do anything like that?"

Courtney Whitmore has posed:
Laughing, Courtney shakes her head. "Not heard of the JSA? Sheesh."

The mention of the punching stars makes Courtney giggle. "No, silly. I don't punch stars." She takes a step back, and flings her hand out, sending a start shaped bundle of energy at a nearby garage can, which explodes quietly. "I hurl them."

Danny Rand has posed:
"Oh wow!" Danny says, his childlike wonder having never once faded in his 25 years. "That's really cool. Where did you get them? Are you a mutant? I got mine from killing a dragon," he explains, smiling brightly at the girl, but hopping down to make sure that he collects some of the trash she just scattered about.

Courtney Whitmore has posed:
Courtney shakes her head. "No. But it's a secret. Can't tell." She zips her lips and throws away the key. "You killed a dragon? How did THAT work?":

Danny Rand has posed:
"Understood," he says, playing at zipping his lips in return before they break open into a smile once more. "And I guess the same way that everybody else kills a dragon. Very carefully," he says, ears pricking up as he overhears the sounds of sirens down the block.
He stashes a few more bottles and cans into a plastic grocery bag he's found and says, "Sounds like their ride is here."

Courtney Whitmore has posed:
A laugh. "Well, I'll take that advice if I ever have to kill a dragon." Courtney looks up as the sirens approach. "Well, I better get out of here, because I don't know how they feel about star chucking heroes here."

Danny Rand has posed:
"Take care, Star-Spangled Kid," Danny says, tying the bags handles together and lifting a hand to wave her off. "It was nice to meet you," he adds, chucking them bag into a nearby dumpster. "I'm gonna have to work on my bicycle kick. That kid puts mine to shame," he remarks to himself as he watchers her take off.