"Yeah. There aren't a lot of Earthquakes in New York or the Himalayan Mountains." Which was where his plan had crashed and where he had been for the fifteen years following. Danny felt his panic raising and had to close his eyes to recenter himself. He remembered the snow crunching beneath him, the burning cold in his limbs and then those two monks standing over him.

"You can call me Ironfist or Daniel if you want." He really didn't care what he was called. Danny Rand was his name and it was important to him but that was different from being called by a label. His name would always belong to him.