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http://archiveofourown.org/works/166047.
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/F
Fandom: Marvel, Marvel 616
Relationship: Miranda Rand/OFC
Character: Danny Rand, Luke Cage, Miranda Rand
Additional Tags: Character Study, Femslash, Female Protagonist, Female
Characters, Female-Centric, Action/Adventure, Action, POV
Third Person, POV Female Character, LGBTQ Character,
LGBTQ Female Character, Rare Characters
Stats: Published: 2011-02-27 Words: 1022
Fate
by snowynight (sinngrace)
Summary
Miranda went to United States for a mission. She didn't expect to
meet certain people from her past.
Miranda got off the plane with her partner Xiao Yang. Already there were
people waiting to receive them, with the boards in their hands. She looked
around. It was the last place she was in United States, but there was
nothing to remind her of her old memory.
Everything passed.
They got into the nondescript car, and there they were briefed again by he
woman inside. “Your mission, should you receive it, is to retrieve Mu Fang,
one of the key person in Guang Dong Collective case. Here are the details.”
She handed an envelope to them.
Miranda opened the envelope, took out the documents, scanned them, then
took them to Yang. Yang looked at them and said, “This guy really likes his
women.”
“Yeah, and it’ll be a weakness to exploit. Your’re among the countriy’s top
agents, and I had full confidence in you two.”
“Understood.” Miranda and Yang said.
After Miranda and Yang settled down in an hostel, they left to the street to
start their surveillance. When they’re walking, Miranda was once again
reminded of how fast this city was. In 15 minutes, they walked through a
procession, a street performance, and ---- she thought, grabbing the hand
from behind and twisted. There was a muffled groan. A robbery. She turned
around, released her hand and said in English, “Go!” The thief ran away.
“This city,” Yang shook her head. Miranda was about to say something when
there were shouting, running, and sounds of things breaking. She looked at
the source of the sounds and saw a man in green and yellow costume
fighting another in black clothes. It’s really a weird choice of colour, she
thought. Then she noticed that light formed on the man in green and
yellow’s hand and he thumped his fist-----
It’s impossible! What’s Iron Fist doing in United States?
Yang pulled at her sleeves and said, “We should go.” Miranda nodded,
hiding her shock. It was unwise to stay in places attracting unwanted
attention. But she needed to figure out the truth. Did the Kun Lun have plan
here?
They finished their task today and Miranda surfed the Internet for the
information of Iron Fist as there was no mention of the fight today in
newspapers. The New Yorker must have been used to this kind of fight, she
thought and shrugged, wondering how they managed to live in such a weird
city. She tried several combination of words and entered the English for Iron
Fist. After pages of clothing and footwear, she located a picture of that man
in image search. The page the photo was on showed that he was a C-list
fodder. What does this mean? Another search shows that this mean he was
a small-time hero.
Miranda felt ridiculous. Back in the Kun Lun, Iron Fist was whispered with
reverence, a dream that everyone would like to achieve, including her. But
now he was just nothing here.
Why returning to a country that ignored you? Just because it was where
your biological DNA came from?
She started another search of her brother’s name. It took her some times
because she could hardly remember it now. But a search of Danny Rand
revealed that he was the owner of Rand Company.
So he gave up for money?
Yang came to her and said, “What’s the matter? You look angry. “
“Just checking something,” Miranda said, pressing Alt+F4 to close the
window.
“Cheer up. We only need to spend one or more days here,” Yang said, “ Will
you tell me what’s troubling you?”
“No. Just... I don’t understand people.”
“The Americans? Perhaps we can make more sense of them when we stay
longer, but I’d prefer not.”
“I can’t think of anything more worthy than this life I have. It gives me a
home, a mission, and... you.” Miranda held Yang’s hand, thinking of the
struggle to get to this place, thinking of everything that happened between.
Yang held her hand back. “I can’t too. It means so much to me.” Then she
pressed her lips on Miranda. Then kiss ended too soon, to Miranda anyway,
but then Yang said, “Sleep now. Job to do tomorrow.”
The next night their surveillance took off and they located their target in a
high class night club. A smiles, money well spent and connection opened the
door to them, and now they were in a night dress, smiling, holding a drink,
noticing the environment like an eagle.
Their target walked to them with a greasy smile, but Miranda knew not to
underestimate him. This guy was modified, with strength like a bear. That’s
why they were sent instead of the usual procedure.
Miranda threw a flirty glace, a smile, playing the kind of dolls that the
information stated to be the weakness of this guy. It worked. She needed to
wave off some advance, but he was gradually falling into their trap.
Then there were glasses crashing.
Miranda looked up and saw that Danny was there in a fighting stance. A
Black guy stood up and seemed to be ready to pounce. She wondered about
the twist of fate that bring them together in the same place.
But it was no conductive to their mission. Miranda feigned fear and said,
“Why don’t we go? I’m scared.”
“All right, girl,” their target said.
They left from the back door, then Miranda approached him as if to throw a
kiss, but instead press a syringe to inject the liquid into his neck. The man’s
eyes were wide open and tried to struggle, but the drug worked and he
collapsed. Yang stood to hide the action.
“Drunk,” Miranda said apologetically to the guard. The guard nodded with
sympathy.
Miranda and Yang helped the man to their car. Soon the man would return
to his home land and face the just punishment. Miranda and Yang could
then return home for a well deserved break. When the car started driving,
she saw Danny and that guy were half thrown away from the club. She
deliberately turned away. It was a part of life closed to her, and she
preferred that.
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