Daniel "Danny" Ketch (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} vengeancespirit) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2010-02-21 14:46:00 |
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What: Danny goes to pick her up, treat her to some coffee in return for some terrible mental images, and then take her to the apartments.
When: After this thread.
Where: Eventually the apartments.
Why: Because coffee is good and rent free apartments are better.
Status: In Progress
Danny wasn’t wearing a helmet. He knew there were lots and lots of people that would rant at him for that, but he’d been riding on motorcycles from birth – apparently even in that pre-memory childhood he didn’t know about before reading Wikipedia – and driving them for several years before he even took Driver’s Ed. Of course there was always the threat of a horrific, unpredictable accident, but that was kind of part of the thrill. But at the end of the day, if he could be a bike messenger and survive traffic in Brooklyn and Manhattan, he was pretty sure it would take an Act of God to wreck him.
Then he reminded himself that there were grouchy angels about, and decided he’d have to consider this helmet idea again later.
He kind of knew who Jessica Drew was. Once he’d noticed the bit about the Skrulls, he’d remembered some of the stuff he’d learned on the aforementioned Wikipedia articles. Spider-Woman. That was actually pretty cool. He’d heard of her, mostly as a hero out west, though she did sometimes hang out in New York with the Avengers. It was kind of weird talking with her, truthfully. Danny had been a civilian up until a few months ago, and although he’d recently come to accept this whole Ghost Rider thing as a part of him that he would never be able to change, he still had this image of the Avengers as these lofty, untouchable heroes.
Jessica seemed normal. Cool, even. It was a nice change from the Punisher’s batshit, and since he was the only other “hero” he’d actually met in person… Those X-Men didn’t count. They were just kind of there when he drove by that one time. Plus, if he was entirely honest with himself, there was still a small part of himself that was beating himself up over things that hadn’t happened yet. He wouldn’t have felt right talking to someone like Captain America, a guy he’d always secretly idolized, when in the back of his mind he was wondering how he could avoid becoming the vehicle for Zadkiel’s claiming the throne of heaven.
As he registered a street sign that, according to the internet, meant he was near Jessica’s position, he pulled his thoughts back to the fore. Sure enough, he picked her out on a nearby sidewalk soon after. He easily slotted his motorcycle into a spot between two cars, kicked the stand into place, and dismounted lazily. He gave her a little wave as he approached, the other hand in the pocket of his light windbreaker. “Jessica?”