Two Sided Coin//Scrooge McDuck x Reader

Ithaquack

You were cowering. Bravery wasn't your forte, despite what Webby might have thought. Especially not when it came to heights. Or storms. Or being at great heights while in a storm with one of the best crashers in the world.

You gripped your seatbelt tighter as the Suncatcher shook with turbulence. Thunder rattled the cabin as lightning flashed outside. The kids were up in the front of the plane with Launchpad and Scrooge, and the screaming that came from them all only made you want to cry that little bit more. Instead, you tried to focus on Donald, who was flying around the cabin as the plane turned left, right, up, and down and tossed him from side to side. He was airborne for most of it, until finally, something happened that made you shriek too.

The plane nosedived. Your (h/c) hair whipped wildly around you as a piercing scream left your lungs and you hugged yourself against the seat, bracing for impact.

Your body flung to the left as the plane made contact with the ground. You would think that the having crashed so many times would leave you with at least a bit of comfort, but the experience was always jarring.

You and Donald were both sitting, shaking, as you reoriented yourself. At least you weren't airborne anymore, but you could smell the smoke.

Slowly, and with wobbly hands, you unbuckled the seatbelt and stood. You were in a hurry to get off the plane, and darted out of the aircraft as fast as you could. Your feet slipped against the sand as you made it to wherever you had crashed, and your legs slipped out from under you as you tripped face-first into warm golden sand.

You let yourself stay there for a moment, digging your fingernails into the sand as you gained your composure. Finally, you managed to look up, and you realized where you were.

Ithaquack.

"Oh," You realized with a heavy sigh, "I didn't realize we would end up in this episode so soon."

Hadn't the Moors only happened a week ago? This was meant to be a simple vacation to Greece, just to show the kids some old architecture. Well, you guessed it had to happen eventually.

"Aunt (Y/n)!" You stood as Huey ran out past you with Louie in his wake. Dewey and Webby must have already run off. "We're on Ithaquack! Oh, are you alright?"

"Ugh, yeah," You rolled your shoulders, "I hate flying. I didn't realize we'd get here so soon."

"You knew we were coming?" Louie tilted his head. "Oh-hoh, Scrooge is gonna be so mad."

"Indeed."

You looked back to the plane. Scrooge and Donald were standing in the metal entryway with narrowed eyes.

"You know I can't tell you-" You shrugged as you walked over with a sly grin. You held out your hand to Scrooge. "Ready to solve a mystery?"

"Oh no!" Scrooge turned his head away from you, denying your hand. "We are not staying here! We need to leave before-"

"HAHA!"

As a deep, booming voice errupted from behind you, you felt Scrooge's cane lock around your arm. He spun you out of the way, and conveniently into his side, as Storkcules, the enormous, muscular, blonde stork, dove into Donald. You laughed loudly as Donald was tackled into the sand before being scooped up into Storkules's massive arms.

"Oh, glorious day!" Storkules exclaimed as Donald wiggled in his arms. "May the fates sing of your return, friend Donald, sailor of the seven seas!"

You fought against Scrooge's pull as he tried to tug you back into the safety of the Suncatcher. The sight of Donald and Storkcules was too perfect.