Hey guys.

O.K. I know I said that I wouldnt be doing any stories about the Avengers but I couldnt resist. Especially when I'm listening to the soundtrack. Right now, I'm listening to the extended main theme. ;p

I had this crazy idea when I was watching the movie. Just hope it goes well and I can remember what the stupid idea was. This wont be a oneshot. It will have to be a story, I'm afraid.

Disclaimer: I dont own Marvel's Avengers OR Danny Phantom. All right go to Butch Hartman and Marvel Comics. I do however own this laptop and a headache. Ugh... i need panadol.

It was a quiet and surprisingly sunny day in Amity Park, Illinios. Well as quiet as it could be for America's Ghost Capital. It wasn't even ten in the morning, when out of nowhere, an explosion filled the air and causing a few pedestrians to stop in their tracks. The Fentons were making something again or was it a ghost fight again. The Ghost boy had been quiet lately in his antics, thanks to a certain ghost hunting agency, just coming to beat the ghost's up and then leaving the scene before the Fenton's even pulled onto the scene. Thankfully today, it was just the Fentons. Not even the Box Ghost made that much noise in the wee hours of the morning.

Meanwhile at the Fenton residence, a jet black-haired teenage boy had just been woken up by the sound of an exploding device. Cursing under his breath, he glanced at his watch and saw that it was still too early, not even ten o'clock yet. Getting up off of the floor he had fallen onto when he had been so rudely woken up, he went to the bathroom and got dressed. Going down to the kitchen, he looked at the basement door and the lab that lay behind it. His sister looked at him from behind her book, she was reading when he had sat down with cereal and fruit juice.

"Did you even get some sleep last night, Danny." She asked, putting her book down and sipping her coffee, all the while looking at her brother. Swallowing the mouthful, he shrugged and answered with, "Box ghost, then Skulker tried to take my pelt. Then Box Ghost AGAIN! I swear, mom and dad must love leaving the portal open." Rolling her eyes, His sister picked her book up and started reading. Finishing his breakfast, Danny went through the lounge and out the front door, but not before kissing his sister on the cheek as he passed her.

Once outside, he looked longingly up at the skies then sighed. He was after all confined to the ground whenever there was no need for Phantom to be out and about. 'Stupid GIW and their stupid rules' he grumbled to himself as he walked down the street, unaware of the black tinted car that now followed him as he walked down the street to his friend Tuckers house.

Inside the car, Natascha Romonov looked at her partner and back at the kid they were tailing. "This is Amity Park?" She asked, "Doesnt look like much, does it?". Beside her, Clint Barton shrugged and then nodded, telling her, "We're meant to be tracking down the ghost kid, not judging his home, Natascha. If Director Fury thinks he'll do for the Avenger's intiative, then he'll do for the Avengers Intiative.". Nodding, The red-haired agent turned towards the kid in the street just in time to see him duck into an alleyway and bright lights flashing in the area. Looking at each other, the two agents watched as a black blur flew out of the alleyway and into a mechanical being that was flying towards him. Getting out of the car, Natascha watched as both beings collided and the mechanical one went flying into the concrete, making a crater in the road. She watched as the black blur slowed to a stop in mid-air and saw that it was a young teenage boy. He looked around 14 or 25 years old, had snow whit hair and glowing radioactive green eyes and was wearing a black HAZMAT suit with white on the belt, collar, gloves and boots. In the middle of his chest was a symbol of some kind. Like a whispy 'D' with a 'P' cut into the bottom of it.

"Seriously, Skulker. Do you ever learn?" He taunted, smirking, as the being he had named picked hiself up. Flying up to the kid, 'Skulker' shot a rocket at him, which the kid dodged and shot some kind of ray at him. Clint had also joined her outside and was watching te fight with rapt attention. The rocket that Skulker had fired had done a three-sixty and was now heading back towards the kid. Incapable of just standing there and watching, Natascha and clint both ran forwards at the same time and reaching the kid together, leapt up, grabbed him and with the gravity pulling them down, pulled the kid down with them, much to his surprise, seeing as he shouted when they grabbed him.

Rolling as they hit the floor, they looked up in time to see the rocket slam into the being that had fired it, sending debris everywhere, even near the three people on the floor. A little green blob hit the pathway a minute later, shouting in a high-pitched voice, "I will have your pelt, ghost child. I will have it at the bottom of my bed!" The ghost child in question was now struggling in Clint's arms, trying to break free.

"Let go of me! Let me go please." He was saying, wide green eyes glowing brightly displaying shock. Clint, seeing this let go quickly and let the kid get up off the floor. Getting up, he walked up to the blob and picked it up whilst also reaching for something on his belt. Grabbing a thermos, he raised it to the blob's level and with a sucking sound and a blue light, sucked it into said thermos. Stowing the piece of equipment back onto his belt, The kid turned towards the two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to find them leaning against a black car with blacked-out windows and watching him apprehensively. Taking a step towards him, Natascha saw that he was young, possibly around 14 or 15 years old. 'So young to be doing this job.' She thought, as she watched him take an involuntary step backwards away from her.

"Woah... hey kid. We dont want to hurt you. We just want to talk." Clint said, trying to placate the boy who was now crouched as if he was about to defend himself. Throwing her hands up to her shoulder's, Natascha tried to tell him that they meant no harm.
"Kid, we're here on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D.. We believe that you would make a fine addition to a group that we are putting together. The Avengers Intiative." She told him, seeing that the hands held up had sort of soothed him to the point where he had settled out of his stance and was now standing straight and his head was cocked as if he was listening.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.? Cant say that I've heard of you guys. There's the G.I.W. but they're just really complete jerks and have never caught a real ghost before." The kid said, floating up into the air and looking edgy. "I'm not even meant to be out this long. They recently passed some kind of rule that says I'm only supposed to be out for an hour a day. If that." He added as he started to float upwards away from the two S.H.I.E.L.D. agent's. Acting quickly, Clint shouted for him to stop and listen, which the boy complied to, turning to them and floating down ever so slightly. In the distance they could hear shouts coming towards them. Glancing in that direction, the kid seemed to be unable to make a decision on whether to flee or stay and talk to them. Clint, by some unspoken consent, opened the back door in invitation for the kid to get in. Smiling to himself, said kid flew down and onto the ground.

"Fine then. I'll come with you guys. But I'm not making any promises." He said, getting into the car, just as some men in pure white suits came around the corner. Shutting the door and turning to face these newcomers, Clint and Natascha felt a little relieved that the kid had stayed with them.

"I'm telling you, agent K. Ghost 143 is around here somewhere. it is showing in the whitetiger radar." The one on the right was telling his colleague as they sweeped the area. From inside the car there was a bright flash. Looking up at the light, the two 'agents' saw both S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and came towards them. "Excuse me, ma'am, sir. but we need to know if either of you have seen the entity known as Ghost 143. It is more commonly known as 'Danny Phantom'." 'Agent K' asked as his colleague tried to scope the area around the car, the radar not making any sounds whatsoever. Turning back to the couple, agent K glared at them as if he didnt know who they were. Resisting the urge to roll her eye's, Natascha produced her badge and displayed her S.H.I.E.L.D. badge.

Upon seeing it, the two white-suited men blanched and began to babble, before Clint told the of them to go away and leave them alone, whilst glaring hard and showing his badge as well. After the two men had gone back around the corner, another flash of light erupted from the car and the window opened, revealing the kid's pale face.

"Are they gone?" He asked in a quiet voice, sticking his head out and looking at them. Turning towards him, Natascha nodded and went to sit in the back with him. "Yeah, they're gone, kid." Clint said, getting into the front of the car and starting the engine. Leaning back against the back of the seat, the kid looked relieved and a little uneasy about the whole situation. "They must really want you, huh kid?" Clint commented as he pulled away from the sidewalk. Nodding, the kid in the back still uneasy as his eyes were still a little fearful.

Natascha had, by this time, found a file and pulled it out. Handing it to the other person in the back, she watched as he looked at it, then at her, then back to the file again, before looking up at her in confusion. Rolling her eyes, she dropped the file into the kid's lap and said "As I was telling you. S.H.I.E.L.D. stands for Strategic, Homeland, Intervention and Enforcement, Logistic Division. In short, we're the highest government agency there is. We came to Amity Park hoping to find the resident hero. And by the looks of it, we have done just that. My name is Natascha Romonov and this is my partner Clint Barton in front. Our Director has been wanting to meet with you, kid." She told the kid who was looking out of the window, deep in thought and watching the city pass their car by. She noticed that he had his seatbelt on, even though Barton was within the speed limit. Turning his head to look at her with those stunning green eyes, he seemed be confused at what she had said to him as he said nothing and tilted his head and scrunched his face up. Smiling, she repeated what she had said but this time saying it slower and in words that the kid should be able to understand. As soon as she shut her mouth, the rest of thr drive passed in relative silence

All too soon, they had reached the edge of the city and were now heading out into open country to the airplane where Nick Fury sat, waiting. Another half hour passed, whilst the kid read what the file said, then all of a sudden, they passed under the wing of the airplane they had been headed to. Seeing the shadow, the kid looked up and out of the windscreen in awe. His mouth hung open slightly as he stared.

Stopping at some steps to the door, Clint and Natascha took the kid up into the plane and into the cabin area.

"I see it was a success, Romonov, Barton. And this must be the hero of Amity Park." A voice sounded from the shadows, making the kid cry out in alarm and the two adults turn sharply towards the source of the voice. It was only Fury sitting halfway in the shadows. Nudging the kid and making him turn around, she pushed gently on his back, causing him to walk a few steps. He didnt like that as he glared up at her, before settling his attention on Nick Fury.

Getting out of his seat, Fury came towards the young hero and stopped in front of him. To his credit, the kid hadnt even stepped back as he approached. He just stood there, gazing up at the man walking towards him.

"Hello, young Phantom. My name is Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.." He introduced himself sitting down again. This time though, the kid sat down opposite him.

And thats done. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTT!

Until next time then guys. And no, Fury is not a creep, he's just sitting down. Anyway, in answer to what you're probably thinking, the G.I.W. thing gets explained in the next chapter. So, no worries then?

Anyway, I'm outta here. Gotta think of a better name for this fic. Till next time then.

CIAOU.

Hermione Jean Burton

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