Chapter 1

Ok before all of you guys kill me for starting another story let me just say that I actually did finish the last one I was writing. This story is comparatively lighter in mood than my other stories which were angst ridden. Don't blame me I'm just a teenager XD. Anyway this will be less angsty if that's even a word (probably not).

It's a slow story, so that means heavy character development, a lot of feels. It's not movie centric but you don't really need comic knowledge either. Just basic Marvel knowledge would be fine. In Danny's timeline is set after PP but since Danny's going to be thrown into another dimension his identity will be a secret anyway. This is not set in the movie verse! I repeat this is not set in the movie verse! This is actually set in an alternate verse before Spidey joins the avengers, during his early years. He knows the X-men by then. Doesn't follow any of the comic timelines either but if it's similar to anything than it's the Ultimate Spiderman timeline.

I usually don't write this much before a chapter but I need to get some warnings out.

M rated for a reason- coarse language (that means swearing, children ), mentions of rape (Danny's NOT going to be raped if you're wondering- they are fighting crime in the streets though so you get the gist of it). There's also going to be mentions of human trafficking, people taking drugs and smoking and general shit like that. There's not going to be any sex involved. Maybe it will be intoned or mentioned but this is NOT smut. So yeah, despite this mostly being light hearted and there being a lot of jokes and puns involved it's still for mature audiences. Although the mature themes are mostly toned down but the warnings still out there so you guys know if you want to back of now. Some fanfic authors had taken away my childhood innocence without warning before and I realised I had read pure smut halfway through. Yup I was ruined for life after that- actually I'm just exaggerating but honestly I'd like to know what I'm reading so here's the gist of it for you.

Also I want to get it out there that I don't own marvel… but let's get this straight even if I did own Marvel I'd probably still be making fanfiction crossovers… or I'd be making them come true. I also don't own Danny Phantom cause my name sure ain't Butch Hartman or Cartoon Network for that matter.

-Start-

There was a time and place for everything. The world didn't revolve around you. You always had to keep a level head and never get too above others. Those were all words thrown at my direction after the disasteroid incident that caused my identity to be revealed to the world. Heck I even had to sit down and have the 'talk' with my parents… not about that- get your head out of the gutter. They sat me down and told me the things fame could do to a person and how I should stay true to myself. I tried, really tried, but sometimes when praise is heaped on you to a point of absurdness then it really does get to your head. There were statues of me in every capital city of the world for Clockwork's sake. The moment I stepped outside my house someone wanted to know what I was doing. While I admit that sometimes I let himself get carried away in my own fame I never lost sight of who or what truly mattered to me. Early honours in bio-mechanical engineering, my own company, money, and all the smoking hot Mexican chicks in the world could not distract me from the hotness that is Sam.

"You know everything's been going real well-"

"Don't jinx it Danny," Sam warned pouting cutely.

"-So I've been thinking do you want to jig school and go watch a movie?"

"Just because every university and college is itching to allow your early entry doesn't mean I get the same hero status."

I twirled a pen in and out my fingers in boredom. It was great being rich, famous, and appreciated and all, but sometimes I just missed the thrill of sneaking out of class. It was never the same when your teacher just looked at you like you were a god or something and practically just put out a red carpet for your exit. I just really wanted to sneak out. It was part of my and every other teenagers' natural instinct to go against rules. Of course there were other less interesting thrills such as having to stop several assassinations on your family but that was for another story.

"You're no fun-" I began before the green alarm rang. Everyone dubbed that the Phantom alarm which was ironic because it was rather loud. It only ever came up when a major ghostly threat was in order. Most of the smaller ones were taken care of the reformed GIW branch. Did I mention I dubbed them the ghost busters? Yeah we are totes bros now. "That's my cue. Mr Phillips can you just mail my homework?"

The whole class swooned as I transformed and flew out. Yup, they swooned. I swear I was giving a few guys some boners too. I would know considering that moment I went on fanfiction and nearly fainted at what I read. Seriously me and Vlad Plasmius? What in the actual fuck was going through their heads?

The sounds of distress and laser guns bought my attention to reality. I dodged a few with ease. Once I finished my awkward growth spurt and got in some real hand to hand training in with mom a lot of bad guys couldn't touch me. Of course Vlad Plasmius was not just a bad guy. There was something really wrong with this picture. The GIW's new sect I nicknamed the ghost busters were lying on the floor clutching their various body parts in pain. I really liked those guys! Wait, wasn't Vlad in space?

"Wah? V-Vlad? Why did you have to hit down the ghost busters for our long awaited reunion? I really liked those guys. They're a definite improvement from the old agents and I thought we were bros!"

"You shot me into space child! You ruined the last chance I had for taking over the world! I will never be able to woe Maddie to my side! We are not bros!"

"Wow, wow, there, there big guy. Didn't your time out in space let you cool down a bit. If not I can so help," Danny said as he blasted icicles at Vlad.

The older halfa growled and fought back with his ectoplasmic fire. I should have so seen that coming. It seemed his rage became tenfold after my comments. I was about to throw around some more witty banter but Vlad was not letting go of his rage. How did he even find his way back to Earth in the first place?

"You ruined my life!"

"Nah you're evil villain plans of world domination was just sub-par. It wasn't my fault that I would have to tone down my awesomeness just to let you win," I retorted trying to maintain my over-confident image, although that was looking increasingly impossible with how skilled the man was. "Why didn't you just buy a cat like I told you to?"

His red eyes glowed in rage. Whoops? Before I knew it an ectoplasmic powered punch broke through my shield and went straight to my face. When you get punched, trust me, it hurts like all hell. There's this moment when you really think you see stars before you're body rages in a throbbing ache. Yup, that was me right now. Oh how I did not miss this aspect of my early super-heroing days.

Groaning, I managed to stand up from the brick wall I had accomplished breaking through. I flexed my back, silently thanking Clockwork that there was no excruciating pain. No broken bones- check. Concussion- unsure. Bruising- most definitely. Of course rule number one of getting into any fight was hit your opponents down when they're not ready and I seriously wasn't ready when Vlad slammed into me again. I'd still maintained a semblance of my cognitive skills so I'd managed to knock him off me just in time before any serious damage could be delt.

"You're getting rusty. Has your perfect life made you soft?" Vlad growled, voice laced with bitter rage.

I dusted myself of and put on as brave a smirk I could muster after having my butt handed to me. Heh he was just jealous. The one upside to having a hero-complex and the world praising you constantly for it: confidence. Somehow it seemed like my cockiness alone could destroy any enemy in my path. Now that I just said that it does kind of sound like a recipe for disaster doesn't it. Note stop internally monologueing in the middle of a fight. Bad, bad ghostie.

"Hah, you're just jealous that I won the fight, beat you and got the girl! Haven't you read any comics? The heroes always win!"

The desired effect of a raging insulted Plasmius was not achieved. Instead he smiled at me like I'd said something really amusing. Ok when the villain smiled like that the situation was definitely becoming off-putting. They never smile like that unless they know they're going to win. Of course with Vlad it'd always been hard to tell because his 'I'm better and richer than you' smile looked highly similar.

"Ugh, nonononono," Danny said as he put his hands in a cross like symbol in front of him, "You're definitely planning something. I know that look. It's that look that promises some sort of trouble! I call for a time out!"

"Daniel, you wouldn't want to disappoint your fans would you. Look at all of them just waiting to see another victory!"

"You're on Edward Cullen! Sparkle for the cameras why don't you," I retorted, revelling in the blush that creeped through the older halfa's face. If there was one thing I missed it would be embarrassing this dude.

There was definitely some sort of surprise when I went in for some hand-to-hand. Of course Vlad wasn't the one who had his ass handed to him by his mother for the past two years. It really did butcher my male ego knowing that my own mother could beat my ass around. When Vlad retreated I couldn't help but give a mini victory smirk in response. He really wouldn't know what's going to hit him- actually he kind of did considering he knows me- you get the gist.

Warning bells rang in my head when he gave me that smile again. By Clockwork that smile should be banned. There should be some sort of law against it. Something big and green caught my attention as Vlad flew upwards all of a sudden. It was a portal! I tried to break but I was going too fast. I vaguely noted him going behind me and shooting me in the back. I groaned in exertion as I tried to stop but it was too late. Before I knew it the familiar feeling of death passed my body and I had wrapped my body through space and time.

It was dark when I went through. A chill went down my spine as my eyes adjusted. I hated it when I went through portals and woke up in a dark place. It always reminded me of the day I died and woke up in a dark, dimly litted lab room. This however was not a lab room. Once I found my bearings I realised that it was a dark alley way somewhere if the smell of garbage and piss was anything to say about it.

I'd crossed my fair share of natural portals so the first thing I did was look around before I transformed back into my human form. It was no real biggie. I would find another natural portal and call for Clockwork to find me a way back home. I just needed to look up the date and place and then find a way back to my timeline. Simple.

The odd broken down buildings kind of looked like a clichéd batman-esque setting. This was so Gotham. Was I in Gotham? Oh right, fiction. I really needed to get my head out of the gutter. Cross universal travel was fiction I reminded myself. I picked up a nearby newspaper and looked straight at the date. 2012. That was pretty close. I was only a few years off from my timeline. So all I had to do was find my parents from this timeline, infiltrate their basement and get a few spare parts to build a ecto-portal locater and get the heck out. This was going to be a breeze.

"Stay away!"

My enhanced hearing caught the attention of the sounds of distress and I immediately transformed. I flew into the scene and was shocked to find about 2 grown men cornering 3 children… who were holding guns? The oldest one, a still tiny looking (about 13 max) boy with shaggy brown hair was pointing the gun at the men, his hands shaking with fear. My breath hitched when I noticed the smallest in the group. He had long red greasy hair, striking green eyes and tattered clothing. He was clinging to a brown skinned girl with bright brown eyes in trembling fear.

"You shoot and we'll definitely kill you and take that little bitch behind you."

The only girl in the group backed up a little in fear as her grip on her knife tightened. I had about enough with what I saw. These were just children for Clockwork's sake. What were they doing in the streets on the bad side of town? I'd never even seen a town that looked this shady before. I flew down slamming the man with the gun down. He would have definitely been knocked cold from that. Before the other man could do anything I grabbed his gun and disarmed him before shooting him with ectoplasm in point blank range.

My rage seemed to dissipate a little when I saw the two men groaning in pain. There was still some leftover distaste from what I witnessed and I usually never shot humans with ectoplasm but these men deserved it. Preying on little kids was just sick. I turned around to see three shocked and awed children. I usually got that reaction.

Flipping my snow white hair and plastering on a gaudy smirk I decided to calm them down with my greatness. "Don't worry Phantom's got you."

"P-Phantom?" the oldest boy asked in confusion.

I raised my brow in surprise. The whole world had heard of my existence in 2012. I was just a few months in from the Disasteroid incident. Everyone should know about me. Then again these were just street kids… wait even homeless kids knew about me. I should know considering I had been the face of many charity organisations. Could you blame them wanting me when I had the most perfect smile?

"Yeah you know Danny Phantom. The ghost-boy, number one hottest bachelor of the year, won world's most charming smile and catchiest banter. You know the guy who saved the whole world from a freaking asteroid!"

I looked down with expectation. I was expecting awe, wonder, fan-girling… why weren't they doing any of that? Why was I getting that look from a bunch of kids I just saved? Hey, wasn't that look reserved for loonies who told you aliens were about to invade?

"There was no asteroid Mr. I think you mean the alien invasion that happened in New York. Plus you weren't with the Avengers."

"Avengers, alien invasion…" I mumbled before laughing. I wiped the tear out of my eyes. "You kids crack me up. Now let's get back to business. Where's your parents, guardians or whatnot?"

"We don't have any. Are you blind?" the girl asked with a heavy dose of sass.

"Hey, hey I know how this goes down. When my parents died in that alternate timeline I had to go through social workers of all kinds. I think my memories of paperwork and shrinks scare me more than my otherwise dead parents."

Ok now I knew something was up. Why were they still looking at me like I was a looney? The oldest boy gave me one last distrustful look before taking the hand of the smallest member and leaving.

"We are not going back to that orphanage!" he yelled before walking away quickly.

I huffed and crossed my arms in exasperation. So much for helping out right? I grabbed the two disgusting men and flew up so I could get an aerial view of the city. It was definitely foreign. Maybe some other part of America? It definitely didn't look like Canada or Australia for sure. I would know considering I'd gone there because of the statue thing that happened around the globe. It was like a world trip and all. Awesome times. I noticed the familiar symbols for the police station and dropped the men up front. A few cops looked startled and pointed their guns at me.

"Wow, wow take it easy. Just the saviour of the world and all dropping by a few thugs. Tried to mug a few kids with guns. It wasn't pretty."

"Put your hands up!" one officer yelled.

"Goddammit another vigilante? Wasn't the last one a ninja guy or something?" another one grunted.

"I think you mean the Devil of Hell's Kitchen," the other cop replied, not taking his eyes off me… not that I blame him I wouldn't want to take my eyes of me either.

"Vigilante?" I mumbled in confusion before I dodged a bullet. Wow these guys were serious! "I'm Danny Phantom!"

They just blinked in confusion at the sudden outburst and continued shooting. I swore under my breath and flew away. Why the heck did they shoot at me? I was Danny Phantom for Clockwork's sake! I was worshiped as a god in a few countries. Even if this was the recent past I should have still been getting fairly good reception. Dammit Sam was probably yelling 'I told you so' after she warned me about the jinx.

I flew down next to the library and transformed back into a human making sure no one saw me. I quickly made my way to a spare computer. This place must've been poor because obviously these things looked ancient.

I searched up alien invasion and Avengers after a sneaking suspicion caught root. Were those kids from before actually looney or were they for real? I felt like a rock was caught in my throat when Avengers did come up on the search engine. That would only mean that instead of travelling through time like portals usually did I was sent through to a whole another universe. Suddenly all the reactions from before made sense and my worry increased. I immersed myself in this world. There was an insane amount of heroes flying, running, and generally heroing everywhere. There were mutants, the fantastic four (couldn't find anything else to alliterate?) and a whole bunch of other groups like the Inhumans. Half these people sounded like they could pummel me to the ground. It just sunk in the fact that I was in fact in another universe entirely. This wasn't just time stream meddling this was breaking through time and space and everything in-between.

Going back to the right time was easy. Moving across universes and finding the right one to travel back to was near impossible. I quickly searched up ghosts and found nearly nothing. I sighed and sank into my seat in frustration as a sense of gnawing anxiety picked at me. I pushed it aside. What would Jason Bourne do? That guy was like a run-away legend right? He survived without using his identity for like five years. I rummaged through my pocket. I huffed in mild relief when I noticed I had my driver's licence and a wad of cash before it crashed onto me that this was a goddamn different universe. What if they still used shekels or pennies? What if they didn't take drivers licences as id's?

"Fuc-Fudge this!" I growled, catching myself before I swore. A few people around me gave me strange looks and I shrunk in on myself. Swearing inside my head was fine but mom hit me like crazy if I ever did it out loud. Then it suddenly dawned on me that she wasn't here...

Heaving a sigh, I deleted all of my search history before I got up and walked through the streets. It was dark and did I mention I didn't like the dark? My body wracked in thought as I transformed back into Phantom and flew back to where I first came in. Damn natural portals and closing after someone goes in. Why couldn't they stay open for like another damn minute or so? My eyes scanned with great ease (did I mention I had great eyesight) where I had originally come from. It just felt right to go back to where this mess started and back track everything that happened. I was about to land when my attention was once again caught by the three children from earlier. Shouldn't they have gone back to the orphanage? Usually kids acted all strong but in the end they'd always go back to adults… right?

"Why are you kids still here?" I asked with obvious irritation. I could understand waving around guns in the true American spirit when someone's going to mug you but they really should be running back to an orphanage. Kid's never stayed out even if they told you they would. In the end they always ran back to the next adult to protect them… so why weren't these kids doing that?

"It's the glowing weirdo," the girl grunted as the newspapers around her crumpled with her waking form.

"Glowing weirdo?" I grunted with mock hurt as I grabbed my heart dramatically. "You mean more like the glowing angle of beauty and everything awesome."

"What are you doing here again?" the oldest boy asked with unhidden distrust.

"That's what I should be asking you. Obviously you were nearly killed just like a few hours ago. Shouldn't you be running back to little miss sunshine running the orphanage?"

"We. Are. Not. Going. Back!" the girl said with utter finality as she hugged closer to the youngest boy.

I grimaced a little. I was not used to getting this sort of treatment from the people I saved anymore. But they didn't look threatening, just scared and vulnerable. I felt like helping them. Was I becoming soft? What was I saying I'd always been soft. Soft is my middle name. Not really it was James but you know my parents forgot to add Awesome in there as well.

"Ok, ok, no going back. I get it but I can't just let you guys sleep out here."

"You're glowing. What can you do except for fight?" the older boy asked, eyes narrowed in mocking anger.

I flinched back a little. There was so much contempt behind those words that it really did sting. What could I do except for fight? These kids were out here on the streets fending for themselves and I could only provide a quick save. 'Award for the lamest hero of the year goes to Danny Phantom', I cheered sarcastically in my own head.

"Look I don't usually glow-" I began before a familiar voice caught my attention and the children visibly paled.

"That's the brat that did this!" the thug from earlier growled.

"What the f-fuge? How did you get out? I swear I put you in prison like 5 hours ago," Danny asked in shock. He clearly remembered handing those men in not a few hours ago.

The little girl stood up and grabbed her knife before looking at me desperately. "Why didn't you kill him?" she asked hysterically.

"Kill him? I don't kill just anybody. You have to really deserve it" I replied frowning, "but I sure as hell remembered giving him to the police."

"You gave them to the police?" the older boy yelled in frustration. "What are you, daft? Everyone knows the police are corrupt!"

I was about to make a quip about being from another universe but right now precedence was going towards protecting those ungrateful brats. There seemed to be like a whole twenty of those men and all of them had the same tattoo on their right shoulders that looked oddly like cobras.

"You're in for a beating kid," a man growled as he took out his bat.

"Oh yeah," I said cockily, "What are you guys the bird brain cobras or some shit?"

"How did you- It's the flying Cobras- never mind! Boy's get him!" the leader growled.

I felt my muscles flex in anticipation and my body tense unsurely. These were a lot of men and despite being as over-powered and as awesome as I am there were limits to what I knew I could do to humans especially when my mind was preoccupied by protecting the kids. If they got hurt then it was on me and I was never great with responsibility.

'Bless you mom,' I thought in my head as I used her training. I disarmed a few men before punching them down. Thankfully my enhanced strength made it all the more easier for them to stay down. Unfortunately they were larger and had weapons of all sorts. Where did they buy a goddamn mace from?

"You're going down you little fuck!"

"Now, now there are kids here and we're all at an impressionable age. Be a good citizen and mind your language," I retorted as I grabbed the bat he was holding and flung him to the wall. A shooting pain stung through my arms as the sound of gun shots rang through my ears. I looked at my arm in shock and realised I was shot. With real fucking lead! It hurt in a whole different way than an ecto-gun did.

That's when I noticed that a man had ran past me to grab the kids. I growled in anger as I shot at him with a reinforced large bit of pointy ice. I revelled in his pain for a second as he grabbed the leg that had been stabbed through before I noticed the kids were screaming. It was the small one, he was shot somewhere in the stomach!

"Tod! Tod!" they screamed as a man snatched the older boy away. I was about to shoot him too when I felt a metal bat curl around my neck and choke me against a large man. I chocked for a second before turning intangible and kicking him in the nuts.

"They've got Cal! They got him!" the little girl screamed catching my attention.

"Dammit!" I growled as I was forced to pay attention to the more imminent threats. I wasn't going to be able to catch up to the runner when there was still more than half of them and two possibly wounded kids behind me. I'd lost all my will for any sort of bravado or witty comment. They had taken this too far.

"Retreat!" one of them yelled out.

"Oh no you don't," I growled as I caught one of the retreating men with my good arm.

I kicked him straight in the balls before punching him in the face. If I ran now I could catch up and saw Cal or whatever his name was.

"P-Phantom, Tod's bleeding out!"

My attention turned from the retreating forms of the thugs when I saw a crying and sickly pale visage of the little boy. I stumbled away from the retreating thugs and knelt next to the boy tracing my fingers to his pulse. It was incredibly weak. Panic overtook my senses. I never had to deal with gun-shot victims before. Of course first aid had been vaguely taught at school and I'd watched a lot of cop shows so I did what I'd heard. I quickly transformed into my human half ignoring the shocked gasp from the little girl as I took my red hoodie of and ripped off the bottom of my shirt. I bundled it and put it on the little boy's abdomen.

"P-put pressure on it. Tod was it?"

The six or so year old nodded weakly and I bit my lip in fear. I had no time to be awed at how brave the kid was because he was bleeding out and it had been because I was too weak to save him. The panic became too much as I looked at the sobbing girl pull away Tod's long raven bangs from his face.

"Do-do you know where the hospital is?" I asked her.

"T-To far away," she replied cradling Tod's head protectively. "There's t-the Doctor close by. She patches us u-up for f-free."

I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and pulled myself together. I was the oldest one here. I needed to be strong for them. A little boy had already been kidnapped under my watch and I wasn't about to let another one bleed out to death.

"I will fly us there so get on my back," I ordered as gently as I could. The girl looked startled at the command but quickly nodded and pulled away from the half-conscious boy. I picked up his small frame in my arms while I let the other girl climb onto my back. A shooting pain electrocuted my arm and I winced but bit it down just as quickly. Now that the adrenaline was coming down to an all-time low it seemed my body was remembering the bullet shots it took.

"Hold on tight and point me to the direction ok," I said as I started flying. Her grip around my neck tightened and I found myself thanking Clockwork that I didn't need air because she sure was cutting of my wind pipes. I did as she told me, flying in the direction she pointed until we made it into a small building block. It didn't look rich but it certainly was more liveable than the streets. "In here?" I asked making sure to which I got a confident nod.

I flew straight into the apartment not really in the mood to explain that intangibility was harmless. Right now getting Tod to some medical attention was priority. Any other minor details could be explained later. A tall slender African-American lady jumped up in surprise before going for her gun. I tensed a little knowing that I was still intangible and that whatever she did wouldn't hurt me or the kids. When her stance relaxed to that of shocked confusion I finally let my intangibility down.

"I need help," I pleaded desperately.

Her guarded posture instantly melted into a militaristic poise when she noticed the trembling child in my arms. She seemed like a whole different person from before.

"Put him down on the couch!" she said hastily.

I did as I was told, gently laying down the child as she ran to get some tools. I watched helplessly as I wrapped an arm around the little girl who clung to me in a sobbing mess. I embraced her awkwardly as the women started on the makeshift operation. She glided through the procedures mechanically and efficiently. She administered anaesthetic before taking a tweezer and pulling out the bullet with great concentration.

"Hold him down!"

I reluctantly let go of the little girl as I went to hold down the thrashing boy as she took out a needle and started stitching him up. When his eyes rolled to the back of his head my heart sank in terror but she continued. I shivered away as his small body went limp and watched in morbid fascination as she finished the stitching and sat back to take a breath. The world seemed a little tipsy but maybe that was because I'd just watched a little kid have a bullet taken out of him. This all seemed a little surrealistic.

"I-Is h-he ok?" the little girl asked breaking the silence with her small hope filled voice.

"Yes, he's going to be fine," she said with so much confidence that I instantly felt my troubles melt away. That's when I finally slumped to the ground and I felt the rings of light travel down my body transforming me back into a regular human. "But you certainly aren't. Take of your clothes," she ordered.

I obeyed unsure of why her voice was so authoritative but it didn't matter because she was a doctor and doctors saved lives. I took of my hoodie and then my ripped shirt revealing a rather bloody arm and a huge gash across my chest.

"I don't have any pain killers left," she told me apologetically. I shrugged and slumped down on a chair she led me to. I'd gone through worse when I'd first started off in my line of business. It became a daily occurrence to stitch myself up. Thankfully I had accelerated healing and scars usually didn't stay for more than a year… well unless they were the big kind.

She put the tweezer in gently as she pulled out the two bullets. I bit my lip at the unfamiliar sensation within me. This certainly was different to healing ectoplasmic wounds or knife wounds. It was a whole lot more prodding than I appreciated for sure. She probably thought I wasn't feeling anything. I always prided myself in not grimacing or crying out like a little baby. It was mostly because Sam would whack me in the head when we first started out. My squirming did nothing to help her stitch me up.

"What exactly happened?" she asked. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to distract me from the pain by answering questions and getting that part out of the way simultaneously. Sam did it often when I started my career as Phantom.

"I was just floating by like a normal citizen would when I saw two thick headed idiots threatening some kids," I began wincing a little as the tweezer grazed my open wound, "so like the good citizen I was I helped the kids out. Then I come back a little while later and the thugs from before bring in the whole boy band and we had a rodeo…"

"You're not another masked vigilante are you?" she asked with distaste, "Not that I don't appreciate you helping these kids out but-"

"Nah, I don't do masks"

"That's not what I asked"

"Well you asked if I was a masked vigilante and the answer is no. I'm not even a vigilante in general. You could say I'm more like a ghost buster," I replied truthfully although in my universe I was more often described as a fashion icon, a renowned genius, millionaire celebrity, saviour of the world and a whole bunch of awesome titles I couldn't pronounce like playboy philanthropist (although in my opinion I was not a playboy. Sam was the only one for me!). It was a good thing I didn't say that out loud because I would have come of more like a narcissist jerk than someone honestly speaking the truth.

"Ghosts- never mind… If an alien invasion was real then I don't see why not," she mumbled as she poked in the needle.

"No need to be gentle. I really need to get back out there again so quick is more appreciated than gentle."

"Oh no you're not. I'm not about to let a kid go running around fighting gangs with guns," she replied with finality.

"You don't understand, there was another kid, Caleb, and he was taken," I protested.

"We need to save him!" the little girl butted in hastily.

The air became tense as she continued stitching my arm in silence. She looked torn between letting me go and forcing me to stay in. Right now I wanted to follow the doctor's orders but I also had someone to save.

"Just let me finish stitching up the wound on your chest and then I'll let you go," she said sighing.

"That easily?" I asked in confusion. She sounded like one of those stubborn types so I didn't expect her to cave in so easily.

"I've met your kind before and I know you won't back down."

Well she wasn't wrong about that.

-End-

The doctor's actually Claire Temple from the Daredevil tv series. I don't read much Daredevil comics but I'm sure there are versions of her there. I'm going with the one on the Tv series because I usually read Spiderman comics, although Daredevil does look pretty awesome.

I usually don't portray Danny as a cocky prideful person but I thought you know people have been giving him hero worship for about a year or so in this so he'd probably have an inflated ego (also because I hate Mary-sue characters. Everyone needs some character flaws). Of course that doesn't mean that he isn't the same old kind Danny who helps others and is an exemplar hero. Also I'd like to say that this Danny will only kill if absolutely necessary. I've realised in the cartoons that he actually has destroyed a few ghosts or tried to anyway but mostly he catches them and chucks them back in the Zone. And as to why bullets affected him there's an explanation to that too; it's because my version of Danny Phantom can only body bend if he does it on purpose. It's so he's not OP against others. In the range of how strong he is… well I'll say he's comparatively as strong as Spiderman (although a little less so) and in my opinion that's pretty strong. That guy can hold a force of 49000 newtons!

Anyway sorry about this insanely long authors note. If you've read this far then I'll congratulate you because if it was me I'd just skip this section. I promise that after this chap this section won't be as long. I'll answer questions here though.

Hope you guys enjoyed! I'll try to include other heroes in the next few chaps!