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bookoftheironfist · 3 months

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Hi! I read The Living Weapon recently and I was just wondering what actually happened to the Meachum family? I remember they were quite a big and enjoyable part back in the 70s but I don’t recall much about them from any more recent comics. The Brenda storyline seemed so similar to Joy and it made me realise I haven’t seen her since the 90s, I think? I also can’t remember Joy’s mom being mentioned in any of the older comics but in TLW it seems like Harold’s cheating on her and planning to leave her and Joy for his new family? Was she always around or did something happen to her which I’ve forgotten?

Great question (sorry for the slow response)! When we're talking about the Meachum family in the modern era, we're really just talking about Joy and Brenda because:

Harold Meachum: Stabbed to death by a ninja in Marvel Premiere #18

Ward Meachum: Burned to death by the Super Skrull in Namor the Sub-Mariner (1990) #18

Death in the Marvel Universe might be a revolving door, but the Meachum men haven't found the exit yet. And even Living Weapon doesn't mention Joy's mother directly, so we still don't, to my memory, know anything about her, who she was, where she is now, or why she was absent from those original Iron Fist stories that heavily involved the Meachums.

Yes, you're right, Joy has slipped to the sidelines over the years, which I think is a huge shame because she's a great character (I recently wrote a post listing some of my dream comics and included a Joy-centered one, and I meant that with my whole heart). Her most recent appearance was back in 2011 in Power Man and Iron Fist volume 2, when she was working as Danny's office manager at the Rand Foundation (his not-for-profit organization) and they briefly dated.

Joy: "Victor! Your mother called to remind you of your chemistry quiz. I told her you were out with a large group of volunteers all night on a census of the homeless." Victor: "You're the greatest, Joy." Joy: "Thank you. As a corporate raider for years before taking leave of my senses to work here, I take great pride in my lying." Power Man and Iron Fist vol. 2 #1 by Fred Van Lente, Wellington Alves, Bruno Hang, Nelson Pereira, and Joe Caramagna

(Have I mentioned that I love her?)

Danny and Victor saved her from supervillain mind control at the end of that series, and she hasn't been seen since. I would love for Marvel to bring her back.

#Iron Fist #Joy Meachum #Harold Meachum #Ward Meachum #Brenda Swanson #Messages #Commentary #ID in alt text

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 2 years

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The Agony of Desire

Part 2 // Masterlist

Warnings: Angst, kidnapping, non-con kissing.

"To love is to burn, to be on fire."

-Jane Austen

A/N: Surprise! 🥳��

Billy first sees the invitation on Karen’s fridge. He's there, meeting Frank's new girl for the very first time when your name in perfect calligraphy catches his attention.

He stops sipping from the beer to stare at it in shock. When Frank follows his gaze, he lets out a little curse under his breath.

"Hey, Kar? You know Y/N?"

He glances back at the invitation.

"Um, yeah, we met at a bar about two years ago, she was making bad decisions after a terrible break up and I was one of them." She finishes with a laugh.

Billy's jaw drops.

"You know her?" Karen asks.

There's a stunned silence, and Frank recovers the fastest. He raises a hand to point in Billy's direction.

"You're looking right at Mr. Terrible break up over here."

Billy can't hear anything, but the conversation goes on around him.

"She met Ward a few months ago and they hit it off. I just got those invitations today."

He knew about the engagement. He didn't know she'd already chosen a date.

He feels his heart pushing its way into his throat, as if trying to abandon him, trying to jump ship, the emotions too painful to handle.

He swallows.

A heavy hand on his shoulder brings him back to the present, where he realises he's been staring at the invitation for a too long time.

"Go." Frank says in understanding, "We can do this another time."

Billy swallows, nods, mumbles an apology and books it.

He doesn't realise it's a panic attack until his lungs refuse to take in any air.

He hyperventilates, sitting in his car, unable to catch his breath. He feels his head swim with dizziness, and he tries, he tries so hard to remain calm.

He's seen war, and death, and he's been tortured, and stabbed, and shot, and beaten bloody.

And it all hurts less than seeing your name next to someone else's.

He was almost there too, almost done with smuggling guns into the city, almost out of Rawlins' grasp, almost powerful enough to keep you safe from his enemies.

And now he may not have the chance to get you back.

He sits up suddenly, gritting his teeth with determination.

He had four months. Four months to finalise everything, to close the most important deals that would secure him a spot as one of New York's elite. Four months to bury all his shady dealings.

Four months till the wedding.

You don't relax until you're in the limo, climbing into the back seat in the empty underground garage away from cameras. You see him everywhere you look, hidden in the shadows, coming to steal you from your misfortunes.

You give a shake of your head. Love was for fairytales, right now, you were dealing with the real world.

And the real world wanted to get you pregnant within the year.

You slump back into your seat, before caving and reaching for the bottle of whiskey in the mini fridge nearby.

The flavour of the whiskey relaxes you, and it should have been your first warning. If you'd had your head on straight, you would have realised it was his favourite whiskey. After all those nights you spent sipping it from his glass, sitting in his lap wearing only his shirt. You should have noticed.

If you weren't so wired about sleeping with Ward tonight, you would have noticed when the car missed the turn, taking you away from the church.

If you hadn't been so lost in worrisome thoughts of childbirth and having Harold Meachum as a father-in-law, you would have noticed that the car ride was taking longer than it should have.

But by the time you notice, by the time you see the signage for the nearby airport, and watch the limo drive directly onto the tarmac toward a small jet, by the time you try to open the door or roll down the window to scream for help and nothing budges...

By then it's too late.

"You have to be fucking kidding me." You say to yourself, when you spot Billy standing at the foot of the stairs to the plane.

When the car stops, and the doors unlock, you step out as angrily as you can in the constraint of the dress.

"You have some nerve-"

"-Sorry, baby, but I'm not going to let you marry someone you don't love."

You stare at him angrily for a moment, before turning on your heels and running.

Well? What choices did you have? The car wouldn't take you anywhere and this was the best you could do.

You were grateful to be wearing a short, comfortable heel as you ambled down the runway with dress in hand towards the airport.

You only get so far, before the corset stops your breathing.

You double over, pulling at the strings at the back, trying to gasp in as much air as possible.

Your vision swims, and you don't see him until he's kneeling in front of you.

"It's okay, I've got you." He says, and then one long swipe and breathing is easier.

You slump against him, gasping.

"Did you cut my dress?!" You say between breaths.

"Yes." He says simply, scooping you into his arms.

You're not a woman easily lifted, especially with the weight of the dress added, but it doesn't stop you from clinging to him as he carries you with ease.

"This is kidnapping!" You say while trying to catch your breath.

"Well, I'm glad you know what the crime is." He says with a laugh.

You're too winded to argue, and when you reach out to grab the stair rail in protest, he grunts.

"I'll cut this dress off of you right here." He threatens, "Leave it for Meachum to find. Think he'll want to marry you if he thinks I've fucked you?"

You gasp, calling his bluff until you hear the click of his knife in warning.

"Okay. Okay!" You relent, letting go.

He continues up the stairs, and doesn't stop until you're strapped into a seat. Your mouth drops open when he pulls a pair of silver handcuffs from his back pocket. And secures your wrist to the chair.

"What the fuck, Russo?" You shout at him, pulling at the cuffs.

"I know you. I take my eyes off of you for one second and you'll try to stab me and hijack the plane."

"And that should tell you something about how willing I am to be here." You snark sarcastically, grabbing the first thing you can reach- a small pillow in the adjacent seat and chucking it at him.

He laughs as it hits him square in the chest.

"God. I fucking love you." He says, leaning over you to grip your jaw, placing a bruising kiss to your lips.

You squeak in protest, slapping him across the face when he pulls back. He laughs again while his cheek reddens.

"Worth it." He comments, sitting in his seat and buckling in.

Your heart beats fast, looking at him again, admiring the way he carried himself.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask quietly, the plane begins to move.

"Because you're not some rich man's breeding horse. You're my life, and my heart, and I won't let you go without a fight."

The motion of the plane, its gentle hum, coupled by the drop in adrenaline and the fact that you barely slept last night begins to get to you.

"You lost me two years ago." You say, barely able to keep your eyes open for much longer.

"We'll see about that." He answers ominously.

Everything shudders violently and you jerk awake. Your heart is beating fast in the unfamiliar environment and you try to raise your hand to your face but it's cuffed to the seat. The dress is heavy and itchy on your skin, but you'd die before you take it off. You do, however, use your free hand to unpin your veil.

Your stomach grumbles, aching for something to eat. Billy's sitting opposite you, eyes closed and sleeping peacefully. He looks so at ease when he sleeps, his shoulders relaxed, breathing slow.

You almost feel bad for kicking him. Your foot hits his shin, and instead of flinching, he just opens his eyes, fixing them on you.

"Good morning, kidnapper, or, actually I'm not sure what time it is, but I'm hungry."

He gives you a sleepy smile, raising his arms over his head to give a stretch and a small yawn.

He glances at his watch.

"It's 10pm." He informs.

"Awesome. I could have been having sex with my new husband if you didn't take me against my will."

He narrows his eyes at you, the muscle in his jaw tics.

"You're not really grateful, are you?"

"I didn't ask for you help! I had things under control."

He laughs.

You kick him again.

He glares at you.

"Keep doing that, baby, your ass will be red when I'm done with you."

"You put one hand on me and I'll make you eat it."

He gives you a smile and a roll of his eyes.

Though you're hungry, and you try to stay awake, you're asleep again in a few minutes. It may have something to do with feeling unbelievably safe and comfortable for the first time in a long while, but you'd kick yourself if you could for thinking something so dangerous.

You wake the second time when the cuffs unlock.

"We're landing soon." He says.

"Where are we going?" You ask, voice laced with sleep.

"Somewhere he'll never find you."

"Nice." You say sarcastically, "I've always wanted to go to the bottom of the ocean."

He chuckles.

"Brat."

Getting into the bathroom on the plane is difficult enough until you realise that you can't pee with the dress on.

You consider your predicament for a moment. You could ask one of the stewardesses, a stranger, to hold your dress while you peed...or you could ask Billy, seeing that it is his fault you're in this mess.

You stare at your grimy reflection for a few moments in the bathroom mirror, trying to figure out how aggressively you should ask, and then practicing it a couple of times in your head.

You tug the bathroom door open.

"Billy?" You call.

He's on his feet in seconds, taking measured steps toward you.

"Everything okay?" He asks.

You look down.

"I need your help." You mumble, taking his hand and pulling him inside, locking the door.

"You're scarin' me baby, what's wrong?" He says so easily.

"I have to pee." You say, eyes fixed on your hands.

"And?"

"Need you to hold my dress."

He lets out a sigh of amusement.

"Okay, tell me what to do."

You guide him through it, gathering your dress and placing it into his arms.

Sitting on the seat, you tell him to turn away and close his eyes.

A moment passes.

"Are you doing it?" He asks.

"Not yet."

"What are you waiting on?"

"It's kinda hard to pee when there's someone in the room."

Another long moment.

"They're gonna think we're havin' s-"

"-Shut. Up. Russo."

He laughs, you squeeze your eyes shut.

Finally you're able to relax long enough to relieve yourself, finishing up and kicking him out.

You brush your teeth and clean yourself up as much as possible.

"Sorry I don't have any clothes. I wasn't expecting to have to run away with you on such short notice." He says when you return to your seat, you watch the plane begin to make its descent. He holds out a small panini, and you accept it gratefully.

"You fell asleep before I could give it to you last time." He says simply, and you don't hesitate to bite into it.

"What did you think was going to happen when you snuck into my room?" You genuinely ask, between bites.

He looks out the window, it's early morning now, and he's unable to meet your eyes.

"I thought you loved him. I just wanted to be sure." He doesn't continue and you're left with some confusing thoughts.

The jet hits the ground easily, gliding to a stop at the end of the runway.

"Gonna try to make a break for it when the door opens?"

You roll your eyes.

"No." You say snidely.

The corner of his mouth twitches.

"Liar."

#The Agony of Desire #billy russo #ben barnes #billy russo x reader #my writings #billy russo x female reader #the punisher

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docgold13 · 1 year

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365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

December 27th - Iron Fist / Danny Rand

Danny Rand was born in New York City to Wendell and Heather Rand. When Danny’s father was a child, he happened upon an inter-dimensional portal that led to the mystical city of K'un-L'un. There he ended up saving the life of the city's ruler, Lord Tuan, and was adopted as Tuan's honorary son.

Wendell eventually left K'un-L'un and became a wealthy entrepreneur in the United States. He married socialite Heather Duncan and had a child, Daniel. Wendell later organized an expedition to return to K'un-L'un, this time taking along his family and business partner Harold Meachum. The journey ended in tragedy as Wendell and Heather were both killed and Danny was abandoned by Harold Meachum. Fortunately, young Danny was found by the denizens of K’un-L'un and provided shelter in the mystical city.

Growing up in K’un-L'un Danny became the student of Lei Kung the Thunderer, who taught him martial arts. Danny proved an excellent student and greatly excelled in his training. As a young adult, Danny was offered the opportunity to face the dragon Shou-Lao and possibly gain the powers of the Iron Fist. Using his guile along with his prowess as a fighter, Danny succeeded and defeating Shou-Lao.

Having placed his hands in the heart of the dragon, Danny becomes the Iron Fist, bestowed the ability to channel massive amounts of chi energy into his fists and deliver devastatingly powerful punches. Shortly thereafter, Danny returned to New York City to seek on revenge on Harold Meachum whom he blamed for his parents’ deaths.

Meachum had gone on to become a powerful business man and head of Meachum Industries. Learning of Danny Rand’s return, Meachum dispatches a number of agents to try to assassinate him. Danny overcame these foes and finally confronted Meachum; yet choses not to take vengeance, seeing it as a cruelty that would dishonor his parents name. Meachum was killed by a mysterious ninja and his death was blamed on Danny.

Thereafter, Danny began his career as the superhero, Iron Fist. Herein he is frequently aided by his friends Colleen Wing and Misty Knight. He later becomes partners and lifelong friends with Luke Cage and the two operate as the Heroes for Hire.

Actor Fynn Jones portrayed the character in the Netflix series, Iron Fist. The hero first appeared in the pages of Marvel Premiere #15 (1974).

#365 Marvel Comics Heroes #Iron Fist #Power Man and Iron Fist #Fynn Jones #cut-out #paper art

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youcantcallmethat · 4 months

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So I just watched the first season of Iron Fist and I have some Thoughts about the finale.

First of all, Colleen Wing is amazing and should have always been the protagonist of this show. I only watched the show for her and Claire, and they both kept me going through it, but early on it was a struggle.

The last 6 episodes before the finale? Great. Loved Colleen's arc, loved Davos (which was a surprise), and even started liking the Meachums (Ward, mostly, became a more interesting character and was written better).

So in Episode 12, Colleen completes her arc by defeating Bakuto. Fantastic. It ends with a weird almost dance number and I actually thought that was the season end, and that Harold was set up for season 2. Then they're on the run, but I thought perhaps that will lead into Defenders.

No. There's an entire episode left???

And it was the worst episode.

First of all, even when going to Bakuto's compound, Danny and Colleen don't even really care about the fact that Bakuto's body is missing (even though Danny points out in episode 12 that Harold came back from the dead) or that the compound is empty, which surely means that the Hand has just moved on. But neither of them suggest they're even going to address that in the future, and they leave Gao there to be found by her faction of the Hand, again without considering that the Hand will just regroup and continue doing anything. And it's not brought up in the rest of the episode?

Sure, emotionally Danny is fixated on Harold, but at the end of the finale they're shocked that the Hand attacked K'un-Lun, and before that they decide to just leave NYC for an unspecified amount of time without addressing Gao still.

Then, Danny barely uses kung fu when fighting Harold and gets beaten by a metal pole, while Colleen (having just defeated Bakuto, her hardest battle) has to be nerfed against Harold's mercenaries? After saying that she needs to kill Harold for Danny, she doesn't even make it to the final fight, and when Harold shoots Danny she shouts his name but stops instead of running forwards?

I'm not surprised that Iron Fist is bad, I was well-aware of it going in, but I can't believe episode 13 followed episode 12, which was a really satisfying conclusion to Colleen and Davos's arcs for the time being, and even Danny's arc felt wrapped up with just enough of something to continue in Defenders and season 2.

Anyway I love Colleen and I'm so disappointed that she's not one of the main Defenders given she's got more personality and better fighting skills and a stronger connection to the Hand compared to Danny fucking Rand.

#Colleen wing #iron fist season 1 #iron first s01e13 #mcu meta #(insomuch as iron fist counts as mcu)

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deafblindshorty · 8 months

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#mcu #marvel cinematic universe #agent carter #iron man #iron fist #black panther

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presidentmeachum · 3 years

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THE CAST OF IRON FIST

IRON FIST WEEK 2021

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nerds-yearbook · 2 years

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In November 1974, the Marvel Premiere #19 introduced samurai Colleen Wing, Professor Lee Wing, Ward Meachum, and the Cult of Kara -Kai. They were created by Doug Moench, Larry Hamma, and Neal Adams. ("Death-Cult!" Marvel Premiere #19, event)

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yutaya · 3 years

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Unfortunately, Ward isn't automatically rid of Harold once he kills him. Either time.

Harold is there every time Ward hurts someone that was trying to reach out to him, every time he remembers what a complete asshole he used to be to Danny, every time the word "pussy" crosses Ward's mind in a derogatory fashion.

He's there every time Ward sends his employees home early, at every NA meeting, every time Ward needs to handle his kid and chooses to do the opposite of whatever Harold's reaction would have been.

Ward's escape from Harold isn't wrapped up in the stilling of a murky lake, or the harsh recoil of a gun, or the consuming flames of a crematorium. It isn't even in a week without nightmares, or picking up a sketchbook, or the long, twisty process of reconciling with Joy.

This particular freedom comes slowly and subtly, as Ward's life continues to expand in ways he never imagined. He grabs takeout from a hole-in-the-wall place that Misty (Danny's cop friend with the arm, has some bond with Colleen and must therefore be feared) of all people introduced him to, just because their food is good and he knows he'll enjoy it, and he doesn't once think the words "shabby" or "questionable" or even "fuck you, Dad." He cries in front of Danny and it's horrifying and embarrassing and he absolutely blames it on chemical imbalance caused by stress and lack of sleep, but he also doesn't for a second think to worry about Danny using a blatant display of weakness against him. The first time Colleen trusts Ward alone with some of her little downworld ducklings while she runs off to save their friend from whatever problem they've come running to her with - probably a glowing assassin who shoots lasers out of their third eye, knowing Colleen and Danny - he doesn't feel any smugness or victory or anything besides terrified honor.

One day, Ward looks up from furniture shopping (because his kid, who he loves more than anything in this world, had taken a brown magic marker and slashed an "X" over every single white couch cushion and cabinet door in the entertainment room yesterday) to find Joy brandishing a bottle of her favorite Rosé, a bouquet of flowers, and a second bottle of what she tends to refer to as Ward's "toddler juice".

"Special occasion?" He asks mildly. "How many millions did you crush Judith by this time that it warrants pity flowers?"

Joy raises a judgemental eyebrow right back at him. "Dad's anniversary?" she prompts, in her usual why-must-you-remind-me-how-stupid-you-are voice.

(It's a complicated thing, Ward and Joy's relationship to their father and each other and their father in light of each other. Over the years they've had a lot of - painful - communication sessions about it and they respect that Harold will always mean different things to each of them. Joy may know, now: feels the bitter tinge of hindsight to "I was his punching bag," and every memory of Ward oh-so-casually mentioning running away and starting over and "Never trust him again," but she will always grieve the father that she lost. And Ward, he'd hated Harold; he'd hated the never ending fear and condescension and mind games, but most of all, he'd hated that it wasn't all bad. There was joking and "didn't know you had it in you; good job, kid"s and "When I was about your age, my old man shared this with me... And now I'm the old man, passing it on to my son," and there was Joy's delighted giggling as she span in the air and Joy's gap-toothed grins in frames on Harold's desk, and how could anything be completely rotten that put that happiness on Joy's face? Ward held Joy through her tears over her beautiful dreams of her dead father waiting for her after school to hold her hand, so he gets it, too.)

Possibly, he should feel ashamed of completely forgetting their annual visit to Dad's (fake) grave on his (fake? impermanent, anyway) deathday. The two of them went every year before Danny's return, and after the tumult from his crash back into their lives and all the revelations that came with it had relatively settled down, they resumed the tradition, sticking with Harold's first deathdate, the one that Joy still uses to mourn the version of their father that she loved, and on which Ward usually finds himself dwelling on the idea of the father that they should have had.

He doesn't feel ashamed, though, no matter how blatantly Joy judges him. He's surprised. He forgot. He just... forgot.

What's more, it seems absurd to say that Ward has been forgetting Harold a lot lately, because he doesn't forget, not really, but... how long has it been since a reminder of Harold came along with recalling the tone of his voice and feeling echoes of the emotions Ward had felt hearing it, as opposed to an acknowledging 'that was such bullshit' and a return to whatever Ward had been doing? When was the last time Ward tensed or shot a look towards the nearest surveillance camera as he passed the turn that would have taken him towards the penthouse? When did the roiling mass of anger-guilt-hurt "I hate that bastard" turn into a dismissive, contemptuous "Ugh, that bastard"?

It doesn't scare him. It's a relief.

"Let's pick up some birdseed on the way," Ward says as he rounds his desk to walk beside Joy out of the building. "We can put it on top of his grave so all the birds crap on him."

"Ward," Joy scolds, part scandalized, part tentative. "It's a cemetery."

"Two bags," Ward replies. "We can put some on Danny's, too."

"Ward!" Joy repeats, but there's laughter in it this time. "You're horrible!"

Ward flashes a grin at her, and pushes the button for the elevator.

#ward meachum #iron fist #ironfistweek #fanfic #headcanon #harold meachum #UGH #joy meachum #my stuff #the immortal iron fist #🖕ward meachum🖕#the internet is for fanfiction

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[slides on socks into your fandom wearing sunglasses, holding a cup of coffee, being several years late “so meta anyone?”]

Meta Thoughts on Ward & Running Away & Finding Himself

First time we see Ward wanting to just get away from everything is in S1E3 when he asks Joy if she ever thinks about walking away from it all and in return she tells him she’d miss him if he left, but makes it clear that she wouldn’t go with him, and at this point Ward can’t leave without her, because of all the danger that would put her in. But it’s clear to both Joy and the audience how much he has thought about that idea, but it’s not one he can at this point turn into a reality.

The second time it comes up is in S1E7 when Ward actively tries to run away...only to find out that Harold drained all of his accounts. A few notable differences to the last time he brought it up to Joy: Joy encouraged him to go (though she is thinking rehab rather than full running away), Danny is back now fully with the potential to either draw Harold’s attention away from Joy or to protect Joy, and also Ward is beyond his breaking point. Which results in his first murder of Harold...so yeah, Ward is not in any good space at all here and very much just in flight mode.

Now in S2E6 it comes up again, how Ward wanted to run away, take Joy with him, how many times he was so close to actually doing it... but ultimately didn’t go through with it. Which she does point out to him, but with everything that went down in s1 it’s pretty clear that they couldn’t have run away, not between Harold and the Hand and also because Joy likely wouldn’t have come along even if he had told her the truth. It wouldn’t have solved any of the problems either. There wasn’t really a way out then.

Now that brings us to the end of S2. Here Danny is the one trying to leave, but Danny doesn’t see it as running away, because what his aim is is to find himself again and his place in the world. He doesn’t try to get away from his problems, or from himself, he wants to discover where his path might lead. And importantly he is the one taking Ward along on that journey because he knows that Ward is in a similar situation as he is, unsure where he fits in and who he is meant to be.

I think what I like most about this scene is that Danny isn’t asking Ward if he wants to come along, he posits it as a fact, because Ward might have argued about it before but he hasn’t outright said no either. So instead of making it a choice Ward can talk himself out of with all the reasons both Joy and his father used to give - it’s the cowards way out, he has a responsibitlity towards his company, it would be a mistake, etc. - he tells him, no you are coming with me and thats a fact. Not because it’s what Danny wants, but because he can tell it’s something Ward wants and needs as well.

And I have a lot of feelings over the whole development, Ward always wanting to leave, always the one asking, never being able to go through with it for various reasons, until finally someone else offers him to come along.

And well look at that happy bean a few month later looking like the sassy archaeologist sidekick in fantasy movie who is cheekily throwing back lines the hero said to him at said hero:

#iron fist #ward meachum #danny rand #joy meachum #harold meachum #meta #also if anyone has gifs for these scenes esp in comparison pls throw them my way!

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