There was a post recently in which someone commented that it sure would be nice if canon!Steve knew about the hallucinations Danny had after being shot in Episode 8x10. So naturally I wrote a fic.
Steve strolls into Danny’s office, not bothering to knock. “Tani wants us to come look at something, she thinks it’ll give us a break on that case from last week.”
“Fine,” Danny says, pulling his feet down from off his desk. He should have known better than to think Steve would just let a slow day be a slow day.
“Hey – wait,” Steve says, curious. “What are those?”
“Huh?” Danny pulls his foot away as Steve goes to grab it.
“Those socks – quite a fashion statement.” Steve crosses his arms and smirks at him. “Guess you’ve branched out from ties.”
Danny stands up, his suit pants falling over the aforementioned socks. They’re both dressed up today, they’ve got a charity event after work.
“Nothing wrong with showing a little style,” he says. His socks are a bold Kelly green, with a black pattern. “Anyway, they’re just like the ones you wore to Charlie’s-”
“What? I never wore socks like that,” Steve says idly. “Come on, Tani’s giving us the evil eye,” he says, and the subject is forgotten.
But you did, Danny thinks to himself. He remembers it, clear as day. Steve sitting next to him in that blue suit, legs splayed out in front, bright green socks on, as if to emphasize the celebratory nature of the occasion. No ordinary socks would do for the day Charlie graduated from the police academy.
Of course Danny knows full well that Charlie is only nine years old. He hasn’t even said he wants to be a cop when he grows up; this week, he wants to be Captain America. But Danny remembers his graduation.
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