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Undercover superheroes au danny or daisy

🕶️ - Undercover

Uhhhh I went a little bit overboard with this because I wanted to use both of them.  So I’m putting the part with Danny under a read more.  Hope you like it, Anon!

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              Daisypulled on her last golden glove.

              “Ready?”Stan asked.  Daisy looked over at herdad.  She nodded.  “Good.”

              “I stilldon’t know about this,” Angie said quietly. She stepped closer and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Daisy’sear.  “Yer only sixteen.”

              “Ang, weagreed to let the kids make their own decisions,” Stan said.  Angie nodded.

              “Yes,but-”

              “Daisywants to follow in her dad’s footsteps,” Stan continued, clapping a proud handon Daisy’s shoulder.  “That’s a goodthing.  I’ve heard her dad is prettygreat.”  Angie pursed her lips.  “Babe, let it go.”

              “It’s dangerousto be a hero.  And at sixteen, no less!”

              “I’mgonna be with her the entire time,” Stan said firmly.  “She won’t leave my sight.”  Angie sighed.

              “Fine.  Fine. Leave ‘fore I change my mind and use my powers to keep ya both here,”she said.  Daisy kissed her ma on thecheek.

              “Bye,Ma!” she said cheerfully.  Angie smiledweakly at her.

              “Goodbye,dear.”

              “Bye,babe,” Stan said, kissing Angie on the forehead.  “Don’t worry. Like I said, I’ll watch her.” Angie nodded silently.

              “I’mholdin’ ya to that.”

              “Want meto bring home dinner?”

              “…Okay.”

              “I’mgonna let Daisy choose, since it’s her night.”

              “Okay.”  Angie swatted him playfully.  “Get goin’! Yer daughter is goin’ to get frustrated with ya.”  Stan snuck one more kiss before exiting thehouse.  Angie let out a wistfulsigh.  The pager clipped to her beltchirped at her.  She unclipped her pagerand read the alert.  A small smile spreadacross her face.

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              “This isboring,” Daisy whined.  Stan sighed.

              “Yes,patrol is sometimes boring,” he said.  Theother hero assigned to today’s patrol, someone whose name Stan could neverremember, frowned at Daisy.

              “Seriously,Flamethrower, who is this kid?” he asked. Stan put an arm around Daisy’s shoulders.

              “Myprotégé.  Ignition.”

              “Ignition,”the coworker said flatly.  He rolled hiseyes.  “Lemme guess, you’re a pyro.”

              “Yep!”Daisy chirped.

              “Uh-huh.”  The coworker crossed his arms.  “If you couldn’t leave your kid alone athome, the proper response is to call a babysitter, not take her to work,” hesaid to Stan.

              “She’s ateenager.  She doesn’t need ababysitter,” Stan said.  “I brought heralong so she could learn the tricks of the trade.  She wants to be a hero, like her old man.”

              “So you’rejust dropping all pretense that she’s not your daughter.”

              “Eh.  Might as well.  You figured it out,” Stan said with ashrug.  Daisy grinned at him.  “Now, like I was saying, kid, patrolsometimes isn’t that exciting.  Which isa good thing.  Means that villains aren’tstealing stuff.”

              “Yeah,but I wanted to do stuff,” Daisy said. She punched the air like she was fighting an invisible enemy.  “Wanted to use those boxing lessons you gaveme.  Otherwise, I shoulda just stayedhome.  Did homework or somethin’.”

              “Really?  Homework is better than time with me?” Stanasked.  Daisy shrugged.

              “Sometimes.”

              “Ouch,”Stan mumbled.  The coworker laughed.

              “Yep,your kid is a pyro all right.  No oneelse could burn you that bad.”  An alarmsuddenly sounded from the building across the street.  “Saved by the bell.”

              “Yaddayadda yadda, whatever,” Stan scoffed. Someone ran out of the building, into the middle of the street.  Stan squinted at the figure.  “All right, Ignition, hit her with a warningshot.”  Daisy swallowed.

              “Are- areyou sure that I should-”

              “You’vegot better aim than I do, kid.  You’ll befine,” Stan said dismissively. “C’mon.  Shoot!”

              “O-okay.”  Daisy steadied her stance before firing off aquick ball of fire from her hands.  Thefire hit the person in the square of the chest.

              “Oof!”the person grunted, falling to the ground. Stan’s heart leapt to his throat.

              Oh, shit.  The person slowly got up and saidsomething.  Stan couldn’t make out thewords, but he could easily recognize the voice. Fuck.

              “Oh, no!”Daisy whispered.  She tugged at herhair.  “I didn’t- I hurt- I shouldn’thave- I’m so sorry, I-”  Stan’s coworkerinterrupted Daisy’s panicked stammers.

              “See,this is why we don’t invite kids to patrol,” he said, glaring at Daisy.  “They freak out when they have to get theirhands dirty.  They’re just not-”  Stan whacked him upside the head.  The coworker passed out cold on the rooftop.  Stan cupped his hands around his mouth.

              “Get uphere!” he called.  The person in thestreet nodded silently, then flew up to the rooftop Stan and Daisy werewatching from.  Once the person landed,Stan crossed his arms.  “Angie!”  Angie smiled sheepishly.

              “Howdy,”she said.  Daisy crossed her arms aswell.

              “Ma, whatare you doin’ here?” she asked.

              “I gotcalled in.”

              “Bull.  Shit,” Stan said flatly.  Angie scowled.  “Okay, maybe you did get called in.  But you didn’t have to take it.  I know you didn’t, ‘cause you told me thatyou worked it out with your crew.  Sinceyou have kids, you don’t have to take calls unless they happen during a timeyou were scheduled to do villain stuff.” Angie looked away.  “You only tookthis call ‘cause you wanted to keep an eye on Daisy.”

              “So whatif I did?” Angie burst out.  “She’s mydaughter, too!”

              “Yeah,and she made her decision,” Stan snapped. “She wants to look into being a hero. And we agreed we’d let the kids decide on their own what they wanted tobe.”

              “Bein’ ahero is so dangerous.”

              “So isbeing a villain.  And you wouldn’t befreaking out if she wanted to intern with your crew,” Stan said.  Angie’s shoulders drooped.  “You have to make your peace with what Daisychose.”

              “Iguess.”  Angie ran her hands through herhair.  “I also- sixteen is so young tostart this!  I’ve never met anyone whostarted this young.”

              “Heroesstart young, Ma,” Daisy said.  “GrandmaPines told us she got started when she was fourteen.  The head start is to make sure ya don’t breakany of the laws yer tryin’ to uphold.” Angie pursed her lips.

              “Sixteen,though.”

              “My momstarted when she was fourteen,” Stan said. Angie stared at him.  Stan shrugged.  “It’s true.”

              “I just-I didn’t mean to intervene, I swear.  I’mjust worried about my baby girl.”

              “I’mworried, too.  The second things lookdicey, I send her outta there, okay?” Stan said.  “I can take care of our daughter.”

              “Let metry this, Ma,” Daisy said.  “Let me spendsome time learning from Dad.”

              “…Okay,”Angie said begrudgingly.  “I still- Istill don’t like it, but…fine.  I’ll tellmy crew that somethin’ popped up and I couldn’t come.  They’ll send someone else fer you two topractice with.”  She wagged her finger atStan.  “Our daughter better not come homewith a single scratch on her, you hear me?”

              “Loud andclear.”

              “Good.”  Angie kissed Daisy on the top of her head andStan on the cheek before flying away. Daisy looked over at Stan’s coworker.

              “Whatshould we do with him?”

              “Eh.  Leave him be. He was kinda a dick anyways.  I’lljust tell him that your ma had backup that took him out.  That’s usually what I say when I have toknock someone out.”

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              Thesecurity guard wrung his hands anxiously.

              “NormallyI wouldn’t get help from a hero,” he said as he led Stan through a narrow,dimly lit hallway.  “We’re good athandling things ourselves.  But it was amask that broke in, and with it being a high-security research facility-”

              “I get it,”Stan said dismissively, waving away the guard’s concerns.  “You gotta have a mask to take care of amask, especially with the weird shit the scientists who work here get up to.”

              “You knowabout it?”               “A bit,” Stan said with ashrug.  “I’ve got some scientists in myfamily, and they went hog wild when this place was first built.  Do you know who broke in?”

              “No.  She was clearly a mask, but she seems rather young,so she’s probably new.  And she took outthe security cameras right away, so I couldn’t get a better look.”

              “Got it.”

              “This isthe lab she broke into,” the guard said, coming to a stop outside a door.  Stan tested the handle.  It turned, but the door wouldn’t open.  “She froze it shut.  I saw that right before she cut the camerafeed.”  Stan then saw ice wedged in thecracks between the door and the doorjamb.

              “Frozeit,” Stan said quietly.

              Cryokinesis is rare.  That’s what Angie said.  It only ever gets passed down throughfamilies, and there’s only a handful of families that have that power.  A sinking feeling settled in hisstomach.  It better not be her.  Theguard cleared his throat.  Stan realizedhe had been quiet for too long.

              “It’s noproblem,” he said, blustering up some bravado. “I’m a pyro.  Ice doesn’t phase me.  You should probably head back to your officeor whatever while I take care of this. Don’t want any collateral.”

              “Okay.  Good luck.”

              “Don’tneed it.”  Stan waited for the guard toleave before carefully melting the ice built around the edges of the door.  He entered the room and closed the door assoftly as he could.  The intruder hadn’tnoticed his arrival.  He could hearclanging and clattering as the intruder dug through lab equipment.

              “Sufferingsuccotash,” the intruder muttered.  Stangrimaced.

              Yep. It’s her.  He made his waythrough the lab.  Once he was closeenough, he stepped into view.  He put hishands on his hips.

              “DanicaViola Pines.”  The intruder spun aroundand instinctively shot a blast of ice towards him.  Stan burst into flames, melting the icebefore it could hit him.  Hescowled.  “You know better than to attackyour dad, princess.”  The intruder, hisoldest child, Danny, gasped and covered her mouth.

              ��I’msorry, Dad!  I didn’t know it was you, Iwas just-”

              “What thehell are you doing?” Stan interrupted. Danny rubbed the back of her neck.

              “Sabotagingmy competitor’s research.  There’s thiscompetition I really wanna win, and there’s this guy in this lab that I can’tbeat clean.”

              “Uh-huh.  Why didn’t you tell me or your ma about this?”

              “UncleLute told me not to,” Danny mumbled.  “Hesaid you guys would be upset.”

              “Geez,” Stansaid, pinching the bridge of his nose.  “Youactually believed that?  Your ma would bethrilled to find out you decided to be a villain.”

              “Yeah, butMa would tell you ‘cause she doesn’t like keeping secrets from you.  And I didn’t think you’d be happy that yourprincess wanted to go into villainy.”

              “Afterthe whole thing with your ma freaking out when Daisy started heroing, I did mybest to prepare for this,” Stan said.  “Imean, I wish you’d be a hero, but as long as you’re smart about being avillain, it’s fine.”  Danny smiled.  “But you weren’t smart.”  Her smile vanished.

              “What?”

              “C’mon,kid.  Breaking into a high-security labfor your first villain job?  In themiddle of a security guard’s shift? Hell, do you even have a codename yet?”

              “Yes.  Graupel.”

              “Graupel.”

              “Snowpellets.”

              “Whohelped you come up with that?”

              “UncleFord.”

              “Figures.”  Stan sighed. “You shoulda had your Uncle Lute help you with the codename.  He’s better at that stuff.”  He looked Danny up and down.  Her outfit resembled a white ski suit.  “Your villaining duds aren’t too bad, though.”

              “Yeah,can we talk about this at home?  I wanna getthis sabotaged and get outta here.”

              “You’renot gonna sabotage squat.”

              “What?  Why?” Danny whined.  “I thought you weren’t gonna be upset aboutme breaking the law.”

              “I’mnot.  You know I’m all for going around therules a bit to win.”

              “Thenwhy?  I woulda had it done by now if youhadn’t caught me!”

              “Exactly.  If I didn’tcatch you.  But I did.  And you know the rules your Grammie andGrampie Gucket have,” Stan said firmly. Danny pouted and looked away.  “Ifyou get caught before you can finish a job, you don’t get to finish, no matterwho catches you.  It teaches you to besmarter about committing crimes.”

              “Fine,”Danny muttered.

              “Put thebeaker down.”

              “It’s anErlenmeyer flask, Dad.”

              “Don’tcare.  Put it down.  Put everything back.”

              “Theyhave really nice equipment, though!  Ican’t take even a couple stirring rods?”

              “Nope.  You got caught.  So you don’t get to steal anything.”

              “Ugh!”  Danny emptied her pockets, dumping variouslab equipment into a nearby sink.  “Thisis so stupid.”

              “Yep.  Think ahead next time.”  Stan looked over at the door he had enteredthrough.  “Is there a window you can jumpoutta?  We aren’t too high up.”

              “Yeah,”Danny mumbled.

              “Good.  Do that. I’ll tell the security guy that you made a break for it, but I stoppedyou from taking anything.”  Stan narrowedhis eyes at his daughter.  “Take that thingout of your boot.”  Danny scowled, but removeda metal spatula from her boot.  “I’llhandle security, you get outta here, and when I get home we’re gonna have aconversation about breaking the law smart.”

              “Fine.”  Danny started to leave.  Stan raised an eyebrow.  “Do you really want me to give you a kiss onthe cheek after you crushed my dreams?”

              “Yes,”Stan said flatly.  Danny rolled her eyes,but walked over and gave him a peck on the cheek.  “Thanks, sweetie.  Now, get outta here.”