MCA #0, Sunday morning

[grenadesandohana]

Steve had been well trained enough that even when he was hit with a wave of paranoia when he woke up it was 1) not exactly the first time and 2) he knew how to tamp some of the more dangerous instincts down and shift that energy into more productive exercises.

Which was why his swim had been twice as long, the apartment was spotless and he was now on the sofa with a terrifyingly large totally normal amount of weapons that he was checking over, cleaning, and storing correctly.

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"No," Danny said with a long, shaky sigh. "No, weapons get put away. Someone's gonna get shot."

You know what? Danny was used to anxiety. Really he was. But today was just... a whole new level of it.

[grenadesandohana]

"I'm a highly trained professional," Steve said. "If they get shot, it's because I meant for them to get shot."

[hatesparadise]

"And the number of gun accidents in the home per year is still pretty high," Danny shot back, trying not to look at the arsenal that Steve had spread out before him. "For trained professionals."

[grenadesandohana]

"Well, that's mostly self-inflicted or domestic disputes," Steve said, absolutely not helping anything.

[hatesparadise]

Danny, in fact, looked a little more distressed at that. "That is my point!"

[grenadesandohana]

"I'm not gonna shoot you!" Steve yelled.

[hatesparadise]

"And if it's an accident?!"

[grenadesandohana]

"I'm not gonna accidentally shoot you!" Steve repeated. "Starting to think about stabbing you, though."

[hatesparadise]

"Okay, weapons away!" Danny snapped, looking worried about this. "Better yet, they can get out of the apartment!"

[grenadesandohana]

These were his friends, Danno! His pointy, shooty friends!

"They are staying!" Steve said. "I'll put them back in the safe."

[hatesparadise]

"Now?!"

[grenadesandohana]

"Bitch, bitch, bitch," Steve muttered. "I have to clean them first."

[hatesparadise]

"I'm not gonna be in an apartment full of deadly weapons!" Nor was he going out. It was dangerous out there.

[grenadesandohana]

"You're a cop!" Steve said. "You have your very own deadly weapon!"

[hatesparadise]

"I don't want that either!" He really didn't.

[grenadesandohana]

Aww, buddy.

"You can put it into the safe too?" Steve offered. "That way you don't have the combo."

Unless he knew Joanie's birthday.

[hatesparadise]

WHICH HE DID KNOW.

"When?" Danny asked, fingers running through his hair anxiously.

[grenadesandohana]

"How about now," Steve said, taking in that body language. "I have a few here that are ready to go back."

[hatesparadise]

"Why do you even need this many?" Look at that anxiety spiral butting up against the PTSD!

[grenadesandohana]

"I like to be prepared," Steve said.

[hatesparadise]

"What, for a war?" Well. Yes. Ideally.

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"If it comes to it, yeah," Steve said, nodding.

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"No," Danny said, shaking his head. "Nope. You could get killed."

[grenadesandohana]

Well, at least this was a familiar argument. "The US government has put millions of dollars of training into me," Steve said. "I'm not going to get killed."

[hatesparadise]

It was!

Danny looked very much like he wanted to wrap Steve in bubble wrap at that. "Why is it always millions?"