Arbitrary

An Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes and Danny Phantom Fanfiction

With everything he ever cared about gone, Daniel Fenton heads to New York City, where he unfortunately meets the Avengers. But his dark past is rapidly catching up with him. He is volatile, unstable, and violent. How will he and the Avengers prevent his inevitable future?

Tony Stark was in his lab, fast asleep.

"Sir, there is a call waiting for you."

Snoring answered J.A.R.V.I.S.

"Sir?"

A foghorn sounded, and the billionaire jerked awake, arc reactor gauntlet at the ready. "W-Who with the what now?"

"Sir, Miss Potts is waiting on the line for you."

Tony yawned. "Put her on."

"Anthony Stark! Where are you?"

Tony winced and held the phone away from his ear. "Pepper, calm down and quit shouting my ear off. What are you yelling about?"

"The meeting with S.H.I.E.L.D.! What else would I be calling for?" There was a pause. "You forgot, didn't you? How can a world-famous billionaire be so forgetful?"

Tony laughed and stood. "Relax, Pepper. I'm sure Fury will understand."

"Like the last time? He threw you off the Helicarrier!"

"And I had my suit with me. Fury doesn't kill."

Pepper sighed. "Just get here before he decides to throw me off!" The line disconnected.

At A Café

"Where are those mochas? We haven't all day!" A red-faced, portly man's voice echoed throughout the small café.

"Right here, sir," a low voice reassured. A tall teen appeared out of nowhere, raven-colored hair covering his eyes. In his hand, there was a tray carrying ten mochas.

"About time," the red-faced man grumbled. His companions mumbled their agreement.

"Sorry, sir, the machine backfired." The teen moved his hair from his face with his free hand; large back burns visible on his hands and arms. His action exposed icy blue eyes that held the wisdom of many and the suffering of one who had lost everything.

"No need to worry, son." A thin, bespectacled man gave a warm smile, though the act was a cover for the distaste that showed in his eyes. The teen placed napkins on the table and left.

"Danny?"

The teen turned towards the manager, Esquivel Gonzalez, a short, irascible man with tiny eyes.

"I expect better from one of my best workers. What's gotten into you lately?"

Danny stared at the man. "Just…old wounds, I guess." He rubbed at the burns visible on his arms.

"Well, old wounds or not, whatever you're feeling should be locked away and stored to feel next week. I don't want any more mess ups, got that?"

"Yes, sir."

While this was all happening, a woman slipped a recorder in her pocket, standing and leaving the café.

"Sir, the information has been acquired."

The Helicarrier was bustling with agents and workers. It was loud and it didn't do a thing to improve Nick Fury's already foul mood.

"Director Fury, sir, Tony Stark has arrived," Maria Hill reported.

The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. turned. Tony Stark was making his way through the crowd, in a state that could be described as 'dead on your feet'. His hair was wild, and his amber eyes sported a half-crazed look.

"You wanted to see me?" the billionaire said once he was close enough.

"Three hours ago. I am the head of a top-secret government facility. I can't be bothered to have a meeting scheduled if the person I'm having it with decides to make a grand entrance!"

"Good morning to you, too." Stark moved past and looked through the giant window of the airborne ship. "How high are we up? A few hundred miles?"

"Quit your stalling, Stark. Are you going to listen or what?"

Stark faced him and Fury saw how exhausted the scientist was. "What is it?

Fury turned towards the screen and brought up a file.

"Watch."