Danny 'Danno' Williams

Well. Steve's dad was here. And it wasn't weird at all.

And Danny wasn't at all both saddened and relieved to not have Matty or Grace or even Meka show up for him. Not at all. Don't be silly.

He was just gonna do the sane thing and sublimate his feelings by making breakfast for Steve and his guest until things went back to normal. Which would hopefully happen tomorrow. But, for now, there would be pancakes. With bananas and chocolate chips to make Steve smile like a goofball.

[For the two there!]

The funeral for Matty had, of course, been closed casket. And it had been full of cops (all former coworker's of Danny's) and firefighters (all former coworker's of his father) so it was easy to not have to address anything emotionally at the time.

Though Grace being there with him had caused more than a few cracks to come through as he just tried to get through this period.

Which was possibly why he was laying in one of bedrooms in the home that he and his siblings had grown up in, staring at the ceiling, trying to will himself to sleep. Even though he knew he'd have nightmares there.

[[for the guy on the air mattress]]

While Annie and Diego were off trying to find a Supe who'd testify against the company that made them, Butcher and his men were up to more concrete, practical efforts.

Frenchie was studiously assembling a number of speakers and setting them to very, very high-pitched frequencies, while Kimiko occasionally trailed through to offer him a rocket launcher or other large weapon for inspection.

Butcher himself had been engrossed with a young woman who'd turned up just after Annie and Diego had left, and they'd been having intense, huddled conversations and leaving the others to their weaponry.

( expositions and guns under here )

( but then there's BREAKING NEWS!! )

[preplayed with defenderofdesmoines, knife_bender, and grenadesandohana! warning for Stormfront being an legit Nazi. NFB/NFI/OOC welcome!]

Look, a guy could only get so many weird messages and texts before he put the phone away and went to go hunt down his partner to make sure this was the island messing with them all and not...

Something else. Yes.

That.

"Steven!" he called, looking around to see if he could find the man in question.

[for the partner!]

So, you could make all the plans you wanted, but the island--no, not the one in the Pacific--would do whatever the hell it wanted. But in this once instance, it all worked out. Probably because there were other people involved.

Which didn't annoy Danny at all.

No, don't be silly. He was just glad to be home--don't anyone tell Steve that he called it that--and able to see his daughter again.

Well, they'd managed to get back to Hawaii without too much trouble. Which was quite the accomplishment if you asked Danny. At least after the whole... Afghanistan thing.

Which was why Danny was sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop here.

But he was doing it quietly, because he'd have Grace the entire day tomorrow before she went back to spending Christmas day with her mother. Hence the sulking hanging out with Steve in the meantime. "You can't open gifts until tomorrow at the earliest. It's just a rule."

You know. By bickering.

[for the SEAL! but of course open for calls or texts]

The return to Hawaii had happened smoothly with the holiday somehow lining up both there and in Fandom. But Danny wasn't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth since he got the whole holiday with Grace.

And somewhere between a case involving a presidential visit and a hitman running around their island, and meeting Steve's aunt Deb, things sort of settled into normal. Ish.

Normal-ish.

"Hey," Danny said, hunting Steve down once Mary had left him alone outside. He brought beer. Guy needed to decompress after the news he'd received this week.

[for the SEAL]

After the weird candy rain yesterday, the cats in hats was almost welcome. That was until Danny came back from his therapy session on the mainland to find five of those cats in his kitchen, staring at him over plates that held the remnants of cat food.

Of course this was his happening to him today. And it had been going so well before now.

"Steven!"

[for the cat lover!]

Since it had happened via the beach chairs, and Steve was getting weird about potentially leaving them behind, they were back at where they'd been stashed on the beach of Fandom.

Which they found had been turned into a sort of porg condominium. Because porgs.

And so, once that had been cleared up, Danny and Steve had settled back onto the chairs. It hadn't seemed to take that long, but shortly after that, it was dark out. But also, the ocean was different. And there was the sound of the party they'd been yanked away from weeks ago filtered down toward them. Because they were back on O'ahu, thank god.

Steve beamed. "Hey, look at that. Think there's any beer left?"

Danny shot him a look and shook his head like he couldn't believe Steve was being Steve about all this. Even if it was a very nice constant to depend on.

[establishy!]

Back in Hawaii it had been a sort of tradition to get together with the team for grilling back at Steve's, going to Kamekona's food truck, or to a bar for drinks and greasy food. Which meant it was sorta weird to not do it here.

Hence this little dinner party.

Plus it'd be good to get to know each other, right? Right.

Danny eyed the lasagna in the oven one more time before deciding it was coming along just fine and relaxing a little to wait for their guests.

[for them invited!]