Lay of the Land

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A sleek, black car with tinted windows cruised along the streets of uptown Musutafu. Danny sat in the right backseat, his eyes gazing out the window at the sprawling cityscape with a tight focus. Opposite him, Tony lounged with the kind of casual air only a billionaire genius could afford.

"You're gonna love this place, Danny," Tony said in his typically smooth voice. "Pulled out all the stops. The best of Stark tech and modern Japanese aesthetics. A real East meets West vibe."

"You don't slow down, do you?" Danny offered a grateful smile. But his mind was elsewhere, focused on the mission that lay ahead. The alliance with All Might, Japan's Number One Hero, wasn't something he took lightly; neither was their new common enemy. This League of Villains posed a threat not just to Japan, but to the world at large. Danny was certain of it, and it was the Iron Fist's duty to stand against such darkness.

As for the house now before him, it was an impressive structure of modern design, fused with traditional Japanese elements. It stood three stories tall, with large, expansive windows and a roof that curved gently upwards at the edges, a nod to the classic architecture of the region.

"Wow, Tony," Danny chuckled from beside the iron Avenger. "All this for little old me?"

"Least I can do for the hottest new celebrity hero in town," Tony answered, looking pretty pleased with himself. "Come on, lemme show you around."

As they walked together up the front driveway, Tony pointed out the three-car garage with an attached shed. Inside was a black and yellow Camaro for style, and an older grayish Hyundai model Sonata for subtlety, with his fellow billionaire promising a tricked-out motorcycle specifically for hero-ing soon to come. Tony guided Danny inside, running him through the other areas and amenities he'd have at his disposal. The champion of K'un Lun was even more surprised by the interior. The house was six-bedroom with a large kitchen and den, with various other rooms and all the comforts a person could ask for. Out in the huge backyard, directly on the patio was a pool. The wider, two-story-tall structure beyond it was a spacious dojo with scalable support beams and rafter ties. Danny was taken aback by the sheer extent of it all. "There... There are no words," he breathed as his fellow heir to fortune led him back inside.

"I told you I'd hook you up, right?" Tony said with a grin.

"This isn't hooking me up. This is overkill, Tony." Another dry laugh left Danny's lips. "But I do like the dojo."

"Ah, it's nothing," Tony said, waving his hand dismissively. "I know you've got one of those unique training methods. Thought I'd get you a proper place to do it."

Leading Danny upstairs, Tony showed him to the library and computer room. This spacious office had three large monitors set up in front of a desk, Danny's dragon insignia pulsating gold in the middle of the center screen. "And my personal touch," Tony said, "your own user interface artificial intelligence system. Basically, a mini J.A.R.V.I.S. I call it Multifunctional Intelligence for Surveillance and Tracking, M.I.S.T. for short" The master of machines smirked. "Couldn't get you a butler, so I had to settle."

Danny snorted, grinning further. Tony had even gone and loosely named it after his old flame. "You're spoiling me here, Tony."

"Ah, what can I say?" Tony said, feigning modesty. "You've got a home base here. A safe spot." He took out a small black phone. "And if anything happens, or if I need you for something, call me. Anytime, anywhere."

Danny accepted it. "Thanks for everything, Tony. I appreciate all you're doing for me."

A solemn look crossed Tony Stark's face. "I've made my share of bad choices... some bigger than others. Consider this my continuing way to make up for it."

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