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With the Thunderbolts sometimes it was quippy fun time but sometimes it was serious time. Danny'd learned the difference very early on. This was some shady stuff they nosed around in and Luthor and Osborn weren't the be trifled with. It meant that sometimes they had to go slow and steady and cautious to take care of something.

To his credit, he'd stepped up to doing that with surprising grace and earnestness.

That was why, as he and Somgbird crept through what was almost undoubtedly an underground government facility filled with some kind of nastiness, he was perfectly quiet, only speaking the few times he needed to.

Most of those times were to make sure he and Songbird weren't about to run into each other.

"Which way?"
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The call came in over the Defenders secure commline. Danny wasn't a full blown Young Ally, especially now that he'd gone off the grid with the Thunderbolts, but he still tried to help the Defenders and Young Allies where he could. All his grassroots connections were useful and not many heroes that had come back yet from the Crisis had phasing powers.

Hence them giving him the comm.

Which he was very glad he had at the moment. He'd still been recovering from another fight and the other T-bolts were off on a mission and had warned him they'd be on radio silence.

Despite his injuries, when he saw a bank getting robbed by two supervillains, he'd jumped right in. He wasn't that hurt and they were a total joke.

Only problem was the bank wasn't the real target and they hadn't been alone.

So now, after a merry chase, he was crouching hidden in a warehouse as they tried to find him, wheezing.

"This - is Hollow. Need backup," he wheezed over the comms. "Warehouse - 9th and market - in Nu Nyc. Pinned - by supervillains. Need - epipen."

My, didn't that sound serious?

"Nobody's - allowed - to laugh."

Maybe not that serious.