Author Note: For those of you who don't know, this account is shared by two people (Clockwork's Apprentice and Spawn of Nerdom). This story will use some of our OCs (Gear from Clockwork's Apprentice and Alex and Axel from Spawn of Nerdom).
~The Nerdlings
Title: Avenging Phantom
Summary: After the death of his family and friends, the young halfa finds himself in New York. He tries to stay on the down low, but it's kind of hard to do that when there are superheroes running around, getting closer and closer to the truth.
Genre: Friendship/Hurt and Comfort/Adventure/Humor
Rated: T
Disclaimer: We do now own nor claim Danny Phantom. We do not own nor claim Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes. We do own our OCs- Gear, Alex, and Axel.
Prologue:
Danny couldn't help but smile as he walked along side Sam, holding her hand. The two were finally together- which earned Tucker and Gear a lot of bet money, some from Danny's own parents. They were almost finished with high school, being juniors, which was a miracle with Danny's 'job.'
"It's nice, isn't it," Sam said suddenly.
"What is?"
"There's hardly any more ghost attacks. We can actually focus on school and next year, we graduate."
"Yeah, who would have thought that we would make it this far," Danny laughed.
It was true. Many people, Danny and Lancer being a part of that group, thought that Danny- and by extension, Sam and Tucker- wouldn't make it that far in school because of falling grades, sleeping in class, and absences. Yet, they made it against all odds.
His parents, and everyone else, had yet to find out his secret. He was still Phantom. He was a hero, with a nice kickass girlfriend and an awesome best friend.
Life was good.
The ectoplasmic flames caused by a lab accident, burned into his flesh despite the fact that he was intangible. He didn't care as he ran into the house.
"Mom! Dad! Jazz! Tuck!"
He looked around desperately, coughing and gasping for air. He couldn't find them- not a single person. He cried out desperately,
"Sam?!"
The only answer he received was the creaking from the burning wood. Today was supposed to be a good day- his birthday. Today was supposed to be full of fun, birthday cake, maybe a few ghost butts to kick, and his family, friends, and girlfriend. But no. Today was not a good day.
Sam, Tucker and Jazz were going to throw him a surprise party. They were almost finished decorating when they spotted Skulker from the outside, aiming a missile towards Danny. They didn't get the chance to react as the missile missed its target and hit the house, engulfing the house in the ectoplasmic fire.
Danny had seen everything happen, but he didn't care about dealing with Skulker. The only thing he cared about what trying to see if anyone was safe... and that it was his fault since Skulker was aiming for him.
"D-Danny," Sam's voice croaked out weakly.
"Sam," Danny said in relief as he went towards her, only to slow down when he saw the piece of wood that was lodged in her side.
"Sam," Danny repeated in a whisper, horrified.
He ran to her in a panic, not sure about what he should do.
"You'll be fine," Sam gasped, "I- l-love-"
She didn't finish her sentence. She couldn't finish her sentence.
"SAM!"
Danny pulled up the hood of his hoodie as he walked through the town. Everyone was still talking about the 'Fenton tragedy.' News reporters were still trying to find him despite that it happened a week ago. Everyone was still blaming Phantom. He was still mourning. He still blamed himself. He was still alone.
He didn't have anywhere to go- he wasn't going to go to Vlad's anytime soon. He didn't have money and he didn't have any friends... No. He had one friend.
With an idea in mind, he quickly went to a payphone and used the last of his change to make a call.
"Hello?"
"Gear, it's me, Danny... I need a favor. Think you get me to New York?"
