[i]So...this is the mortal world?[/i]

The sounds of strange music drifting through the air and the constant scrape and shuffle of moving bodies, the bright, incredibly demanding sight of advertisements on every corner for a thousand different things, even the smells, car exhaust and street food and restaurants and garbage and who knew what else all threatened to completely overwhelm the senses of one smallish boy. It was a whirl of brand new sensations that he had no previous point of reference for and he wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or throw up.

In fact, the only thing even vaguely familiar to Daniel Thomas Rand-Kai was the chilly, fluttering touch of snow against his skin. The snow had been just as cold on the morning he had been cast out from the unchanging city of K'un-Lun, perhaps never to return. He had thought that all of Earth was as empty and bleak as the mountainside he had first emerged on, yet here were more people milling through the streets at one time than he'd ever seen in his entire life. Oh, to be sure Danny had heard stories of the vast urban sprawls of the country in which he'd first emerged that dwarfed even these places, but he had no real chance to see it for himself before that strange man had shown up to retrieve him. An ally of his former mentor Lei-Kung the Thunderer, who had brought Danny aboard some bizarre technological flying machine to this city only a short time ago. Here according to that man, he would serve out his banishment and work with others to perhaps earn a reprieve. 

But at twelve-years-old in a brand new world, Danny's mind wasn't exactly on his punishment. In fact, he was so immersed in all of the novel experiences he was having on his short walk to his new home that he didn't even notice the numerous stares he was attracting. In K'un-Lun his costume of bright yellow-and green, the bandanna-mask wrapped around his head and the bold and stylized dragon insignia on his shirt were marks of honor meant to proclaim his identity to the people, but they did perhaps look a little out of place in an American city. Regardless, Danny was too busy staring at everything else in shock and amazement to notice the eyes on him. Only years of rigorous training and a highly developed sixth-sense saved him from bumping into the crowds as they mutually gawked. 

Danny's wonder was even more enhanced as the dilapidated old building he had been instructed to enter revealed its' interior to be a brightly decorated room filled with odd yet cheery-seeming designs and objects the meaning of which he didn't exactly grasp. He didn't bother to shiver or brush the snow off of himself as he entered despite his outfit not exactly screaming warmth, the meditative techniques he'd learned since his earliest days serving to keep him plenty warm. That is until a peculiar smell broke his focus. He let himself be drawn to the source instinctively, making a note to investigate the sounds of splashing nearby later. He paused curiously outside the kitchen doorway as it came into view, then slipped inside unable to resist the unmistakable aroma of home-cooking. 

It had been a long time since he'd eaten, and as he identified the metal-armed man and the disc-shaped source of the scent he was almost tempted to snatch some of the food off of its' plate. But he still had some honor, or at least he desperately tried to tell his aching stomach so. Instead, he worked up as much nerve as he could and tried his best to introduce himself to the man with the metal arm, still unsure of himself despite his tutoring in English among other languages.

"I...am called Iron Fist! I am honored to be in your home! I have not eaten, may I please share your food?"

Thus did the future champion of K'un-Lun begin his introduction to the heroes of Earth, hopefully begging for food like a puppy.