Chapter 2

Clint had the bow string pulled back to his ear, offering him the familiar sound of its stretch. He stared down the length of the arrow to look at his target. He was just a boy, white haired and floating in mid air but still a boy. Clint gently corrected his aim so that the arrow would hit his shoulder.

"Just let us be on our way kid," said Clint, "and we won't hurt you."

"Sorry but dealing with ghosts is kind of my thing," the boy replied. Like too many kids his age there was a certain cockiness to his attitude.

Ghosts. What was everyone's apparent obsession with ghosts? When the Hulk went anywhere his presence was met with crazed reactions but never before had his lumbering bulk brought about the word "ghost".

"So you won't just let us pass?" Clint tried one more time.

"Nope," said the boy, crossing his arms. Clint loosed the arrow only to watch it pass harmlessly through the boy as if he wasn't even there. The Hulk chuckled.

"Looks like your aim isn't as good as you thought," said the Hulk.

"No it passed through!" complained Hawkeye. "How can you do that? What are you? A mutant?" At this the boy's reaction was similar to their own when ghosts were mentioned.

"Pfft no," he said, "you're talking to Danny Phantom. You know, a ghost." By his tone Clint half expected that sentence to end with a mocking "duhhh."

At this moment the Hulk got bored of talk. He ran forward, fist raised. Clint yelled out. The Hulk dropped his fist through the air and like Clint's arrow, it come in to contact with nothing. Instead his momentum carried him through the boy named Danny before stumbling to a stop.

Danny laughed and spun in the air. "My turn," he called. He then raised his hands and a green light shot out from them and hit the Hulk's back. It did nothing. The Hulk turned back around to glare at the boy.

This seemed to surprise Danny. His face went from one of confidence to mild panic. "You're not a ghost," he said. "I thought my ghost sense was on the fritz but it's not. What are you?"

The sound of distant sirens worked as a reminder to them all that they couldn't stay in the street forever. Clint stepped between Danny and the Hulk, put away his bow and held up his hands.

"Look kid, we're not the bad guys. We just need help figuring out where we are. Something happened to us. One minute we were in New York and then suddenly we're here, wherever here is."

The sirens were getting louder all too quickly. "Police?" asked the Hulk.

"Worse," said Danny, "my parents."

"What?" questioned Clint.

"Uhm, I mean, never mind," he said in a rush. Danny landed on the ground. "Anyway, I guess even if you're not ghosts I should still keep an eye on you."

"Can you do that while you help us hide?"

Danny dived past them and ran. He led them to an alley, to temporarily get off the street. The alley was sadly bare of skips or other useful hiding places but it was at least in the shadows.

"Hiding you might not be so easy," said Danny. "You're dressed in bright purple," he gestured to Clint, "and you're huge and green."

"You're right," said Clint. He held his chin between his thumb and finger as he thought. He turned to look at the Hulk. "Listen, we need Bruce. Not only is he easier to hide, but we could kinda use his help to figure out what happened to us."

The Hulk looked unimpressed. Despite this his green faded to a pinker shade and his muscles began to disappear. He shrank down until a regular man stood before them. He bent over, trying to catch his breath. "Just give me a sec," he said.

"Cool trick," said Danny, "I've got a similar one." The corner of his lips twitched in to a smile. What followed was an impressive light show. His hair turned from white to jet black, his eyes seemed to dull. Then what stood before them was an ordinary human boy.

"Well, don't I feel like the boring one?" said Clint, frowning.

...

Sinsta padded through her empty halls in bare feet. Unlike other ghosts she chose not to float, preferring a solid touch underfoot. Her home was beautiful, filled with so many treasures. However for her these treasures had long lost all meaning. She cared for none of her possessions, or for how she lived. She cared for nothing.

An awkward screech was the greeting offered to her from a bird that flew in to the large stone hall. Sinsta lifted her hand to let it land delicately on her finger. "Interesting news my lady," said the bird.

"Is there anything interesting anymore?" she said, practically sighing.

"A man and a green monster appeared in the middle of a bank."

"A green monster?"

"Yes, a monster that is really a man. And both of them smell... new. There is something strange about them. One is an archer, with special arrows. The other is bigger than anything I have seen. And he is strong, very strong."

"Your opinion?" asked Sinsta gradually becoming intrigued.

"They could prove good sport however I would like to watch them a while longer."

"And why is that?"

"Because, my lady, I believe they are from another world."

...

Tony placed his hand on either side of the device and leaned in to it. His Avengers ID card had been placed in to a machine that they hoped would break the barriers between worlds and communicate with the others. "Come in, Hulk. Come in, Hawkeye. Is anyone there?"

Nothing. Tony glanced sideways at Reed, his expression one of complete focus. He looked the other way to Janet and Steve Rogers. Janet nodded for him to keep trying. Her hands were clutched to her throat.

"Hello, hello. This is Iron Man, can anyone hear me?"

"Tony?" Everyone turned to each other and smiled with relief. Tony however, frowned, knowing the voice to be neither Clint nor Hulk.

"Bruce?"

"Yeah, we switched places until we could figure this out."

"All right, I'll explain as much as I can just in case the connection fails." Tony leaned in closer to the card and spoke quickly and clearly. "Reed and I were working on a Trans-Dimensional Wormhole. Unfortunately it appeared about three stories lower than it was meant to. It turns out the laser was at the wrong angle." Tony raised an eyebrow and grinned at Reed, not being able to help himself. Reed wasn't the type of man to roll his eyes but Tony could tell he wanted to.

"You've been transported to another dimension, we're working on the machine to get you back. But for now, is there a way you can set up a video link where you are? Do you have access to equipment?" It was a long shot. With an infinite number of dimensions it was very possible they'd been transported to a deserted rock floating through space.

"Actually," said Bruce. "That doesn't sound too impossible." From his tone of voice Tony could practically hear Bruce Banner smirking. Because what Tony didn't know is that his two Avengers had met a boy, a boy with parents that happened to have a laboratory in their basement. "This isn't my field of expertise so you'll have to walk me through it."

At this point another voice came through the card. "And it's on to the science geek stuff already," said Clint, "jeez, he didn't even ask if we were okay."

"He's got a point there Tony," said Janet, punching him in the arm. "And Hawkeye, I at least, wanted to know if you were all right."

"Okay, can everyone be quiet now?" moaned Tony, "we've got work to do."

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A.N. : I might be enjoying this a little too much. Chapter 3 is already written and boy are you guys in for a treat :D

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