"He's impossible to hit! I'm starting to think he really does have eyes at the back of his head. How are we supposed to bring in a guy that can dodge everything you throw at him?"
Natasha picked at the gauntlets around her wrists as she listened to Clint rant beside her. She scrutinized the looped interaction between Tony, Bruce, and Spider-Man when the wallcrawler broke in on the flat screen.
Tony shifted feet in her peripheral. "You think I don't know that? There's got to be a reason he was always the first to yell duck."
"But he has been hit before. Is it possible," Natasha interjected, eyes still glued to the large screen, "That Spider-Man could have heard Rogers after he left the old office?"
Tony shot the footage a calculating gaze. "Doubtful. I was going 80 percent capacity with my thrusters. The sound would have muffled Cap's footsteps no matter how good Spidey's hearing is."
Nat hummed. "Steve, what happened exactly when you hit him with your shield?"
Steve stared absentmindedly at his hands folded in his lap as he thought back. "Just as I began to make the throw, he looked back at the building he left Stark in."
"Was it a casual check, or…"
"No, it was abrupt. Like he was spooked. It was… as if he heard someone scream right behind him."
"And this happened right as you threw the shield?"
"Yes."
Natasha finally turned her focus toward Steve. "If we know that he didn't hear you, then we can only assume that the cause of his reaction was the fact that you threw the shield."
"So," Clint looked at her in disbelief, "You're saying that he's secretly a psychic."
Nat shrugged noncommittedly. "Maybe. It makes sense."
Bruce tilted his head at the screen with newfound interest. "By that theory, Spider-Man somehow knows when something bad is going to happen, but he just can't tell what it is. That's why he looked back at Stark. Because he didn't know anyone else was there."
Tony tapped his fingers on his folded arms. "I'll have a look at past footage of those few times he was hit during a fight. See if it supports your theory. If everything matches up, this could be all we need to catch him off guard."
Steve nodded. "We'll need to come up with a plan that'll work under those parameters."
"Spider-Man will be fully healed by now," Bruce sighed, "It's been two days since he was hit. His advanced healing will have made him good as new. We can't rely on him being weaker than normal."
"Don't worry, green bean," Tony ruffled Bruce's hair, much to the latter's chagrin, "We don't need him at his worst to take him down."
"Tell that to all my wasted arrows." Clint muttered.
Spider-Man sighed from his high vantage point as he watched what he knew was going to be an amazing sunset. It would be a good distraction after –
No, don't think about that.
Being a Saturday, he had been fighting crime almost nonstop all day long. He needed a moment to sit and do his own version of smelling the roses.
So here he sat with a bag of takeout on top of the Daily Bugle waiting for the sun to set. He had no intention of cleaning up after himself before he left. He knew JJJ probably wouldn't be the one to pick it up. But he still hoped the Hitler wannabe would get word of a bunch of Fatburger trash found on the roof.
Peter smirked into his half eaten burger. He could imagine the next morning's headline: Spider Menace Attempts to Deface our Reputable News. The vigilante claims we are "garbage" and a "nothing burger."
The image had him giggling with mirth. Maybe he should stop here more often. It really helped him forget for a moment about –
No, stop thinking about her.
He was only a couple bites away from finishing his much deserved meal when a low hum of his Spidey sense made him freeze, burger inches from his mouth. He groaned, having already made an educated guess what caused it to go off.
It was the neutral sort of buzzing. The kind that meant he wasn't in impending danger, but something he still perceived as dangerous.
Spider-Man was being watched.
Again.
Three guesses who it is.
Spidey lowered his burger to its wrapper at a sloth-like pace before pulling his mask fully on. He studied the distance of the sun to the horizon and estimated that he had ten minutes.
He felt the tingling at the base of his skull pick up a hair when he stood and watched the traffic below. Peter heard agitated whispers to his left. He recognized Clint's voice but couldn't make out what the archer was saying.
Spider-Man wasn't curious enough to ask.
He dove, just barely dodging two arrows mid-air as he fell.
He heard Ironman approach on his right, so he aimed his webshooters toward a skyscraper in the opposite direction. He knew he was in trouble now. Last time he was lucky, he took Ironman by surprise, and it was dark.
Ironman shot at him wildly, blasting any building unfortunate enough to be near Spider-Man's path. Hawkeye used freaking exploding arrows from his perch. His aim uncharacteristically relatable to a storm trooper.
Spidey shrieked at the absurdity of the destruction as he swung as fast as basic physics would allow. He's in for it now. Screw his identity! THEY WANT HIM DEAD!
He shot web after web like mad, only just fast enough to keep ahead of Ironman. He was just about to cross a street when Captain America and Black Widow ran at him from the left side of the intersection and he had to swing jarringly to the right to avoid one of Widow's stingers.
His already achingly loud spider sense blared to new heights. Spider-Man turned mid-swing only to watch helplessly as an arrow shot through his web.
He flailed, falling toward the ground as he aimed a webshooter to catch himself. The relentless pounding in his skull wasn't helping. Yes, he knows he's about to go splat.
An invisible force slammed into his chest.
Peter screamed as some sort of rocket appeared out of nowhere and came apart on impact and wrapped him in what he could only describe as some sort of bear hug. Before he could even process what was happening and fight it, the thick metal limbs forced his hands behind his back and bound his knees together.
In the next moment, he hit the pavement at a roll. Spidey shut his eyes and instinctively went limp as he barreled a dozen yards before he screeched to a stop.
He lay there, panting, shaking, and stomach in his throat while the rest of the Avengers caught up to him. Ironman pounced, throwing his weight on Spider-Man and shoving the Webhead's face into the ground.
Peter attempted to swallow his sheer terror, trying in vain to find something to grip with his feet. "H-How?"
The metal encased hands shifted to a firmer position on his back. "Cloaking technology, genius. What? You think you're the only one who can take people by surprise?"
Peter didn't grace that with an answer, instead shaking with exertion as he pulled at the cuffs with all his might.
Steve huffed. "Are you certain that he can't get out of those, Tony?"
"Don't worry, Capsicle. This is two-inch-thick titanium gold alloy; the same stuff my earliest suits were made out of. He's not going anywhere."
Spidey grunted in his struggles, barely able to wriggle from side to side with the oversized shackles holding him down. Despite everything, only one thought filled his mind.
He never got to watch that sunset.
May berated herself again for how long it took for her to put Spider-Man and Peter in the same light. Spider-Man had always been some guyout there fighting crime. Peter was practically her adopted son, and she had always seen him as timid and fragile. She tried to stick her nephew's face on a guy in spandex who jumps off skyscrapers, bashes in robots, and uses… - Oh, what do they call it? - Dad jokes?
Ok, that last one's got Peter written all over it.
Still, the very idea turned her whole world upside-down.
She felt foolish. How many times had her boy come home with a limp or a bruise and blamed it on tripping or bumping into something?
She should have seen it. She should have connected the dots. A small part of her knew it was silly to expect herself to figure out that her nephew was Spider-Man of all people. But a bigger part of her just wished that she had known so that she could have helped him; wished she could have been there for him.
Which was why she was so mad at herself for taking so long to come to terms with reality and do her job as Peter's guardian: be there for him. Sure, May was still a bit irked that Peter never came clean with her. But she blamed herself too. She remembered a time when she openly opposed Spider-Man in front of Peter.
Her opinions changed over time, of course. But she doubted that she had put Peter at ease when the Daily Bugle began to publish stories on the "Web Menace."
She supposed she learned her lesson about using just one source of news.
So here she walked to Peter's apartment. Cabs were so expensive and, honestly, she really needed the walk to clear her head for when she would see Peter again. She didn't want to make him feel any guiltier than she knew he already was.
He'd tried to call her twice, and left very sincere messages, but she just wasn't ready to talk to him yet. She knew the poor boy must be a nervous wreck by now.
Speaking of a wreck, she noticed a cordoned off area over the street ahead of her. There were orange cones and a couple police cruisers blocking off the narrow road. She saw the cops redirecting everyone on the sidewalk back to where they'd come. A small group of people had settled on her side of the barricade, peering over one another to get a glimpse of the other side.
May was deciding on an alternate route when she overheard someone say, "Bout time the Avengers took down that menace."
She froze, heart in her throat, as her blood went cold.
Peter.
Without hesitation, she swerved down an ally and headed straight past the temporary blockade from behind the buildings. She thanked her lucky stars that it wasn't a dead end as she picked up her pace, fearing the worst.
When she was certain that she was far enough, she emerged from another ally and stiffened at the sight before her. There was rubble all over the street. Windows and walls on nearly every building had been smashed in. There were blast marks everywhere. The sign of a local soup restaurant hung by a single hinge.
May felt her heart race and she ran before she could even think.
She almost missed them.
A small distance down a crossroad, there they stood, the Avengers. Most of their backs were turned to her. They were all looking down at something Ironman was hunched over.
As May neared, she immediately recognized the squirming red and blue suit sprawled on the street.
Not Peter.
May gripped her purse tighter.
Never Peter.
Filled with righteous fury, she marched up behind the man with a plan and swung her purse full force at the back of his head.
Caught entirely by surprise, Steve stumbled forward a couple steps. He spun around, fully expecting to see Spider-Man's accomplice, only to find a seething elderly woman.
"What do you think you're doing?" She growled, eyes boring into his.
Steve was taken aback. "Ma'am, this is a dangerous area. You need to-"
"I'm doing exactly what I need to do! You let Spider-Man go! Right now!"
Steve gave her a pained look. "Spider-Man isn't the kind of person you think he is. You can't be here. I can call you an escort if you'd li-"
The sound of a slap caught everyone else on the street's attention.
May huffed at all the baffled eyes that swerved in her direction. Only one person here mattered to her, she just couldn't see his eyes. She didn't doubt she had his full attention though. His masked face craned at her from his awkward position.
May didn't even regard Steve as she spoke, entirely focused on her beloved nephew. "I know exactly what kind of person Spider-Man is. He is not a criminal. He is a hero. Now let him go."
She could only hope that Peter knew this meant she was ready to accept all of him, that this didn't change how much she loved him. This wasn't how she wanted to say it, but she'd be damned if she let him get carted away because she got cold feet.
Stark huffed. "Look lady, this guy killed seven people over the last month. We can't just let him go."
Spider-Man jerked to attention. "I did what?!"
"Don't play stupid with me now!" Stark growled as he pulled Spidey up to stand, shoving a finger at the kid's face, "You killed and drank the blood of seven people! You even said you love doing it! Playing innocent now isn't going to get you anywhere!"
Spider-Man was uncharacteristically still and silent for several long seconds.
"Wha-" Spidey visibly gagged, "I would never… That's what this has all been about?!"
May darted forward and gripped Spider-Man's arm while Steve was distracted. She looked each of the Avengers in the eye. "What the hell is wrong with you people? Spider-Man would never do that."
"Tony," Natasha crossed her arms as she pierced the man with a look, "What exactly did you and Spider-Man say that first night?"
Stark's head visor was still down, so no one saw him open his mouth only to close it again with a snap as it began to dawn on him just what sort of situation they could be in.
Spidey interrupted his musings. "I don't know why you thought I was behind something like that, but I can promise you that I've never killed anyone before. Let alone…" He shivered and left the rest of that sentence to hang.
Natasha scrutinized the webhead with careful consideration. "He doesn't show any outward signs of deception, but it's difficult to tell with the suit."
"We need to head back to the tower," Steve said, warily keeping his distance from May, "Give him an examination at least."
Spidey stiffened. "I won't-"
"Nothing invasive, Spider-Man," Steve assured, "If we can prove your innocence, you'll never have to take your mask off."
Spider-Man huffed. If he could fold his arms, he would. "Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty?"
"You're not officially guilty," Clint cheerfully pointed out, "You're just being detained until proven innocent."
Spidey fixed him with a flat look, not that the archer could see it. "I fail to see the difference."
May refused to leave Spider-Man's side. Since Spidey wasn't opposed to her coming along, to the bafflement of the Avengers, they begrudgingly waited for Happy to pick them all up in one of Tony's cars.
After they arrived in Tony's personal lab, the task was pretty straightforward. Tony and Bruce, who arrived moments after the rest did, got to work. They did anything they could think of that they could without removing the mask or Spidey's body bind. First they took a blood sample and checked for heavy iron. Then they had Jarvis scan his stomach.
Spider-Man turned at the sound of laughter to see Pepper and May standing together at a corner in deep conversation. Pepper was wiping at her eyes with a grin plastered over her face in reaction to something May must have said. May beamed triumphantly back at the businesswoman.
Huh, who knew they'd get along so well?
Bruce scraped for samples underneath his fingernails after removing one of Spidey's gloves. Tony lifted Spider-Man's mask up to his nose and examined his teeth. Tony was getting ready to shove a tube down Spider-Man's throat when Clint and Steve held him back.
"That's enough," Steve grumbled, "I said nothing invasive. And I think we've more than proven Spider-Man's innocence."
Clint nodded. "Yeah, we messed up, man. Just accept it."
Tony slowly lowered the tube before he sighed. "Yeah…" He turned to Spider-Man, "God, Webhead. How did it get this far?"
Spidey shrugged awkwardly, just relieved he was saved from that torture.
Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. "Jarvis, release Spider-Man. Code: Count Drac-Man."
Peter gaped while his shackles fell off. "I'm not even going to ask."
Tony nodded. "This place is still safe for you. You know that, right?"
Peter rubbed his sore wrists absentmindedly. "I'll remember that."
May grasped Spidey's arm like it was her ticket to heaven before they left the tower together.
Tony gave Steve a sly look. "Betcha the reason she's glued to him is because the Webhead helped her cross the street."
Steve rolled his eyes and mumbled something about there being hardly any gentlemen left nowadays.
"You know," May sighed as she and her newly civilian dressed nephew trod home. "I always knew there was something you were hiding."
Peter rose a questioning eyebrow at her. "Oh?"
"Well, ever since you were a teenager, you were quiet, sensitive, didn't like sports, and were awkward around girls. Then you started disappearing at night and were so adamant about not letting me do your laundry… to tell you the truth, for a while I thought you might be gay. Which I was prepared to accept either way, because you were still you.
"I mean, I knew something was in the closet. Who knew it'd be a costume?"
Peter blushed and laughed. He hadn't been entirely sure if she really had accepted him or not. May making jokes was a very good sign. The relief that he didn't have to lie to her anymore and that she still loved him felt so liberating that he couldn't find it in himself to stop laughing.
He stopped walking and hugged her as tight as he dared, shoulders still shaking from low giggles as he fought off tears of joy. He wanted to swing and scream from the rooftops. He wanted to take her with him. He wanted to show her his world.
But he knew he couldn't. It was late, and as much as May tried to hide it, Peter knew she was exhausted. So he settled for the warmest hug he could give. They stayed that way for a while, just standing on the sidewalk enveloping each other in a tight embrace, neither in a hurry to get home.
Peter would have been content to stay there all night.
That is, until a shrill scream cut through the chilly night air.
Peter immediately released his aunt. "I… I have to go. But I don't want to leave you out here alone at this time of night."
May gazed up at him, eyes on the brink of overflowing with tears. "I…" She sighed, cutting herself off. "Do what you have to do. I can wait over there." She indicated toward a small bakery that was still open despite the late hour.
Peter assured that she was safe inside before he vaulted up a nearby wall away from prying eyes. He changed as quickly as he could manage before darting off in the direction of the scream.
May wasn't worried when five minutes had passed. She wasn't worried when ten minutes had passed. She definitely wasn't worried when fifteen minutes had passed.
Peter can handle himself.
Peter can absolutely handle himself.
Peter… May shook her head, pulled out her phone, and made a call.
Peter ran fruitlessly for who knew how long.
He'd found the victim easily enough. It was a middle-aged man, who'd managed to pepper spray his attacker, which was the only reason he was still alive by the time Spider-Man arrived. The man said it was too fast and dark to have made out any details though.
After that, Spidey ran a perimeter, getting wider and wider the more he circled it. But he couldn't find anything! His spider sense didn't do so much as tickle.
He was about ready to call it quits when he heard Ironman's repulsors headed his way. Peter stayed and waited, silently praying that the billionaire didn't just up and change his mind about Spider-Man or something.
The moment Ironman landed, Spidey asked, "What are you-"
"The old lady called."
Wait. "Old…?"
Stark sauntered forward. "The old lady you were with? May? Pepper gave May her personal number. She must have made quite the impression. Anyway, she told pepper that you left her in a bakery and haven't been back in a while. What's going on?"
"A man was attacked about a mile from here. I've been trying to hunt down the assaulter, but even though he's just some guy…"
"Nothing?"
"Zilch."
Stark hummed thoughtfully. "Alright, let's head back to the attack site. Maybe we'll find something."
Peter led the way. He hopped down the alleyway less than a minute later. Stark hovered down to join him before turning on his bright lights. They both let out a gasp.
There, clear as day, were deep grooves and scratches from what could have only been claw marks.
"Correction," Spidey breathed, "Not just some guy."
"Yeah," Stark growled, "Your 'not just some guy' is the one behind the murders."
Peter froze, head slowly turning to face Ironman. "You mean…"
Tony grit his teeth. "Yeah. We're gonna find that son of a bitch. Tonight."
Stark had Jarvis use the limits of his suit's scanners to find anything like a malformed human. After coasting the area for a minute, he got a hit. By the time they'd arrived outside the old storage unit where Tony's suit claimed the criminal was lurking, the rest of the Avengers had caught up with them.
Tony counted to three with his fingers before he blasted the lock and the team swarmed inside. Stark's suit lit the barren place up while Peter pivoted desperately.
From a glance it looked like a ridiculously large bat. That is, until Pete looked past the massive wings and saw the man in ragged clothing they were attached to. His eyes were twice in size and he had cone shaped ears that swiveled from side to side, not to mention the enormous claws on his feet and… thumb appendages? But aside from all that, it was definitely a man/bat hybrid.
Spidey gawked at the monstrosity before them. "I've been set up… by Batman."
Batman hissed at him from his crouched position.
Tony groaned loudly. "I've been outsmarted by some freakish version of a fictional character."
Spider-Man dove at the creature. Batman let out a high pitched shriek as he pumped his wings furiously. Everyone had thought that they'd blocked off the exit. No one expected a hole in the ceiling. Batman ascended up and out of the shed before the rest could act.
"It's getting away!" Clint cried.
Stark huffed at Clint. "I still have its location."
"And I put a tracer on it." Spider-Man crossed his arms to keep his frustration from making his hands shake. That… thing… was responsible for a whole lot of his pain. It's killed seven, almost eight people. And it got away.
"Great!" Clint cried. "So, where's your locator? You have it on you, or is it one of the sort where the location is sent to your computer?"
Spidey started to tap his foot absentmindedly. "Uh… the tracker emits a frequency. I don't need a locator. I can find it."
Clint looked at Spider-Man as though the webcrawler sprouted a second head. "You mean like a dog whistle?"
Peter scowled distastefully behind the mask. "Sort of." He never told them about his spider sense and he certainly wasn't comfortable enough to elaborate.
"It's," Stark interrupted, "It's headed for Oscorp."
Everyone held their breath.
"Correction," Stark amended, "It's now inside Oscorp tower."
"Great," Spider-Man huffed, already walking out the door, "Let's go."
Natasha grabbed him by the shoulder. "Hold it, we can't just storm Oscorp. This just became a legal matter."
Spidey almost pulled away anyway until Tony butt in. "Webs, It's late. Let me do some digging. We'll sort this out tomorrow. Promise."
Spidey stared at the floor, shoulders hunched.
"It'll still be there."
Spider-Man slowly and arduously unclenched his fists. "Fine."
The next morning – well, more like at noon – Peter woke up and promptly swung back to the tower.
He stood with the others as Stark gave them the basics behind what he'd found.
Apparently Norman Osborn had ordered his scientists to create a human – bat hybrid. The guy never specified what it was for, though he logged it in as a spider hunter.
The scientists knew about Osborn's flair for the dramatic. So, naturally, they chose the vampire bat. Osborn had the hybrid released twice a week in the hopes that its instincts would have it target the largest "bug" in the city.
But Spider-Man isn't a bug. If anything, he's an arachnid. And bats are killed when they accidentally fly into a web. It only made sense that the hybrid would avoid the wallcrawler.
And even if Spider-Man were a bug, vampire bats don't eat bugs.
So, essentially, Osborn's project was doing the exact opposite of what he wanted.
"Why would he even do that?" Clint shook his head. "We all know how proud the guy is. He'd want to be the one to take Spidey down. He'd want to be the one to remove the mask."
Spider-Man shook his head. "Norman just wanted to take the easy route, I guess."
"So," Tony drawled. "Now that we're on the subject-"
"I'm not taking my mask off, Stark."
"… It was worth a shot."
Epilogue
Peter swallowed as he straightened his tie for the eighth time in the last ten minutes.
The skyscraper loomed over him in all its glory, both awe inspiring and daunting. May had insisted that he come here. She wouldn't listen whenever Peter tried to talk her out of it. Once May decides something, you'd have to move mountains to change her mind.
If May tells you to apply to work at Stark industries, you'd better listen.
The application process was simple enough. Just email a resume, cover letter, and a blueprint on his latest invention. Peter was asked to come in for an interview a week later. Surprisingly enough, it hardly had anything to do with answering questions in an office. Peter was led into a small laboratory filled with all sorts of materials with limitless possibilities.
He was simply told to make something and that he could stay as long as he needed so long as he was making progress. The nerves held Peter stationary as he sat and stared at everything in front of him for the first 40 minutes. Then, finally, he remembered one of his dream inventions and got to work.
A grand total of six hours later, during which someone brought him lunch, Peter looked up at the camera of the lab and asked Jarvis to bring the head scientist in.
He proudly demonstrated the abilities of the Anti-Electro Netting, a net that Electro wouldn't be able to damage. He would be rendered helpless, and his own electric current would cause a chemical reaction that should, in theory, even cure him.
The head scientist was clearly impressed. Pete was sent home with a thick packet to read while The company needed three days to do a thorough background check.
That was how Peter came to stand in front of the tower with a tie that was somehow both too loose and too tight. He couldn't believe what was happening, what was going to happen. The packet specified that he had been one of the few chosen to freely invent, rather than follow given blueprints. One of the many benefits were that Peter would be given his own lab. Another, the work hours. Peter could come and go as he pleased and it wouldn't negatively impact his pay. Stark industries cared about both potential and results. Time spent was of little consequence.
Peter smiled at his previous stubbornness. He'd thought being a photographer was the only job he could manage alongside his sporadic web-slinging lifestyle. Boy, was he wrong. He knew this made him owe May so much more that he already did. He took his first step inside as an official employee.
One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind? He shook his head, grinning despite himself. He knew the first three months were more of a trial period where he'd be an assistant of one of the higher technicians before he'd be given his own work space. But he made it this far. He wouldn't fail now.
Before he could board the elevator, a very familiar face sauntered off the private one. Tony Stark paused the moment he saw Peter.
"Zoey?" He asked, turning to the receptionist. "Why is there a kid in my tower?"
She smirked. "You remember the net that immobilized Electro?" She gestured pointedly by raising her eyebrows at Peter.
Tony swerved to analyze Peter again. "Potter?"
Peter sputtered. He didn't even know his net had been used. Though, that would explain the 'spam' email asking for an interview the other day. "Uh… Parker."
"Right. So you're the new hire with 'a lot of promise'? Dawson had nothing but good things to say about you."
Peter rubbed his hands anxiously. "Really? That's uh… That's… good?"
Tony stared at Peter a little more intently. "Your voice is familiar. Have we met before?"
"Wha- no! No… No, we definitely haven't… met before."
Tony smirked. "Ease up, kid. You'll be looking my age in a year with those nerves."
"Yes, sir."
"And don't wear a suit in a lab! You'll waste all the fifty bucks that thing is worth."
Peter shrank a little. "Yes, sir."
"And quit calling me sir."
"Yes, s-… Mister Stark."
Tony groaned loudly as he turned around and marched through a side door.
Zoey sent Peter a sly grin. "I think he likes you."
That's it! Thanks for taking time out of your day to read my secret hobby. I always read my reviews many times over, and would love it if you told me about your impressions. They light up my day!
This is my longest chapter ever! Over 5,300 words, more than double my last record. (Shut up, it's long for me.)
SOOOOOOOooooo many people keep asking me if I'll be continuing this. The answer is no. Sorry! I wanted to add a new twist into the mix, and going any further would be writing what has already been written time and time again. But, I'll tell you what. ANYONE can make a sequel if they want. You even have my full permission to copy the entire Epilogue word for word. I just have a couple conditions.
-First, you must acknowledge that it is a sequel to this work. (clarify my name and the title)
-Second, you must say that the epilogue (or chapter 1, however you use it) was written by me.
-Third, you must tell me when you have made your first post under the comments and give a link if it is not on this website.
In return, I will compile a list of anyone who writes a sequel here. \/ Fair?
If you want to see more of my stuff, I have a much longer Danny Phantom/Avengers crossover. I like to take popular plots in stories and give them a twist with a healthy dose of humor, and Operation: Infiltrate is no exception.
Anyway, have a fantastic day! Hopefully you're not being hunted down as a prime suspect for murder. Remember, it could always be worse! Catch ya later!
