"Sir, there is a video call for you from Clint Barton," an electronic voiced echoed throughout the Miami villa's garage, drowning out the last of Black Sabbath's Paranoid.

"Thanks, JARVIS. Just throw him up on the screen," Tony Stark replied, head stuck in his Bugatti Veyron's engine.

One of the many plasma televisions that littered the house flickered to life, Clint appeared to be sitting in a bunker, covered in dirt and grime, but his back ramrod straight. This wasn't a leisure call.

"Stark," Tony didn't look up, "Stark," Clint repeated, frustration edging his voice. He didn't appear to have time for the billionaire's games.

"Stark, pay attention. This is important," Tony let out a deep echoing sigh from inside his engine, before slowly pulling his body out and giving the screen a short glare.

Clint returned it, "Thank you. I was just wondering whether you've seen Natasha? She hasn't spoken to me since our last meeting, and by now she should've hassled me to join her on her latest expedition."

Tony smirked, "Well aren't you a mother hen? She's only been gone for about..." He glanced at his watch, "Six hours. Surely someone like the Black Widow would've been able to handle herself for that long without someone sending the sniffer dogs after her?"

The wrinkles between Clint's eyebrows deepened the more he spoke. Tony ducked back into his engine, pretending to tighten his water-cap to hide his laughter.

"I am aware of the length of time it's been, Stark. However, Natasha hasn't been answering any of my phone calls and I'm worried she's going to do something rash," Clint replied sharply.

Tony's smile never slipped, "Is this a plea for help? Are you asking for my assistance because the little SHIELD agents are having a lovers spat?"

Clint wasn't amused, "Just call her, would you?" he sneered, ending the transmission.

Tony was worried that the wind was going to change and leave his face stuck looking stupidly gleeful forever.

/ / /

Natasha was perched on the edge of her seat, ready to leap out of it at any second. The Fentons were drawling on about some sort of cuboid-obsessed ghost. Danny had been downstairs for almost a whole two minutes. She hadn't heard any screaming or running footsteps – the boy must be in shock. Or dead.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she swiftly pulled it out, hiding it under the table she sat at so to not gain the attention of the two ghost hunters. Tony Stark's ridiculously smug face was splayed across the screen.

Briefly sparing a glance at Jack and Maddie, she excused herself from the room, accepting the call as she walked into the lounge.

Placing the phone up to her ear, she answered in hushed tones, "Stark? As much as I hate to admit it, I could really use your help right now."

/ / /

Danny made his way down to the lab, glancing down distractedly at the crumpled NASA pamphlet he had stuffed into his pocket by Sam's urgings – it was certainly something to consider for the Easter Break. Reaching the bottom of the steps, he automatically made his way to the corner of the room where the desk was. Doom sat right next to the computer, right where he'd left it. Grinning, Danny hurriedly made his way over, picked up the case and turned around to make his way back up the stairs.

Mentally gloating over his newly strategized game-plan he was going to pound Tucker with, he didn't notice the large green thing lying in the middle of the floor until he tripped over it.

/ / /

Tony Stark was flying at full capacity. With the ability to reach up to Mach 8, he would reach Amity Park in less than fifteen minutes. Listening to Natasha's slightly fretful voice (which was the most emotion he'd ever heard from the woman) as she told Tony the situation, he had made the decision that his precious car engines could wait.

His satellite navigation alerted him that he had just passed the border of the state of Georgia. Eight minutes.

"Sir, Clint Barton is on the line again. Would you like me to display him on the screen?" JARVIS's voice filled the interior of Tony's helmet.

"I'll take it, but keep him down. I don't want him to know what 'Tash has gotten herself into."

Clint's name popped up in Tony's peripheral vision, but no image followed.

"Stark? Why is there no picture? I called with video," Clint sounded disgruntled.

"Er, I'd rather not let you see me and Pepper right now. It's sort of a private show," good lie.

There was a pause on Clint's end, "You're disgusting, Stark. Have you heard from Natasha?"

"Yeah, I barely caught her. She's on a mission in Uzbekistan. Top secret. Need to know and all that."

"That's odd considering I'm in Uzbekistan," Clint had an edge to his voice.

Tony grimaced, "Yeah, uh, I knew that. Your superiors will probably be in contact with you about pulling you out any time now, because sometimes they gotta put their best men on the job. I guess Romanoff's just a better man then you," Tony glanced back at his navigation. Four minutes, "Look, Clint, It's been great chatting to you, but Pepper is getting a nice bottle of Merlot out of the chiller and I'd prefer it if it didn't go warm. Talk to you later, stalker-boy."

He cut off Clint's angry sputtering and readied himself for his arrival in Amity Park, Illinois.

/ / /

Jazz Fenton arrived home later than usual. Due to classes being cancelled with Ghost X's untimely appearance, she had organised a group study session at the library to make up for the lost class time. Much to her disappointment, very few people turned up.

When Jazz walked through her door, however, her melancholy disappeared to be replaced with fear. Tony Stark – the Tony Stark, genius billionaire – was standing in her house dressed handsomely in a two-piece suit and a silver briefcase with a very beautiful red haired woman, talking to her parents. This was not good. If her mum and dad started warbling on about ghosts like lunatics, her dream of interviewing and psychoanalysing one of the greatest and possibly most egotistically unstable minds in the country would become non-existent.

"Jazzy-pants!" oh, Thor, god of Thunder, please strike her now, "Come here and meet Tony and 'Tash!"

Jazz, red faced and head ducked low, reluctantly made her way over to the handsome couple.

Tony Stark turned towards her, "So you're the famous Jasmine Fenton, hmm? I read your Yale University admission thesis on the 'developmental stages of ghost envy'. It wasn't half bad for a theory piece."

Jazz was speechless, "Thank you," she replied meekly.

The woman next to Tony Stark began to nervously pull on his sleeve, tilting her head towards the back of the house. Tony Stark nodded in response and announced, "It's a shame Bruce isn't able to join us now, right Natasha? You were both so excited to get a tour of the city's er… rich culture."

The woman looked confused, before her eyes lit up in realisation, "Yes, it is a shame. But I was wondering if I could still get a tour? To tell Bruce about it? He wouldn't want me to miss anything because of him."

Maddie clasped her hands to her chest, "Of course! We'd love to take you around! Oh, this is going to be so much fun!"

Jack stood tall, "And who knows? Maybe you'll actually see a real-life ghost in the flesh!" Jack pondered over his words, "Well sorta…"

Maddie turned to Tony Stark, "Care to join us? You're always welcome to!"

"Oh, sorry, no. I had a long flight here and I fear I've worn myself out," Tony Stark's grin was very toothy. He bent down to Jazz's height, and asked in a whisper, "Why don't you go along too, Jasmine? You seem to be an intelligent young lady. Able to make the tour a little more informative, no?"

Jazz blushed at the close proximity of the dashing businessman, "Y-yes, Mr Stark."

Tony Stark stood back up to his full height, "Great. It was nice meeting you all. I hope to see you again and talk more about you inventions, Jack and Maddie."

With that, Tony Stark walked out the door.

"Come on, 'Tashie! Let's not keep the ghosts waiting!" Jack bellowed as he and Maddie followed Tony Stark out the door.

Jazz saw the woman shiver in disgust at the nickname, before trailing after the two ghost hunters. Jazz headed to the door last. Grabbing the handle to pull it behind her, she thought she heard a deep growl from in the house. Shaking her head, she locked the door and headed for the GAV where her parents were waiting.

/ / /

Danny was more than a little confused, which was excusable, considering there was a giant scary mutant monster lying in the middle of the floor of his parents' lab. What the heck had his parents been up to these days? He knew he should have kept a closer eye on them. After all, didn't they just complete the Ecto-Extractor? He'd had no idea they had even been working on such a thing until just this morning.

Looking across the room towards where the cylindrical machine was, he noticed the door swaying on its torn hinges, with large fist-like imprints on the inside of the container. Danny cringed.

So that's what happened to Mr Big-and-Green.

Eyeing the half-conscious creature again, he noticed the trails of dried sweat on its face. He must have had most of his energy sucked right out, only able to groan and roll its eyes whenever Danny went near him.

Crouching down next to the thing's face he asked, "Want some help?"

The monster rolled over completely, facing away from him. Danny didn't even know if he spoke English. He tried Esperanto, "¿Voli iom helpi?" still no response, other than a huff of frustration.

Danny rocked on his haunches to sit on the ground. "Maybe you're from the Ghost Zone? You look scary enough," Danny questioned this possibility, "I guess I could try putting you back? Because I really don't think I want to mess with you when you get your strength back."

Danny stood up after finalising his decision. He'd help the ghost monster get back home and then go and play Doom like originally planned. If everything went smoothly, maybe he'd be able to claim that this Thusday as not being a complete failure.

"Going ghost," Danny muttered to himself, so to not gain the attention of his parents or the pretty lady upstairs.

As the glowing white rings encircled him and began to travel up his body, he saw the head of the monster turn back to face him, his eyes wide with what looked like awe. The rings died away to reveal his alter ego.

"Okay, big guy. Time to go home," Danny yanked off a glove to place his thumb against the genetics lock for the portal, the doors sliding open to the ghostly green abyss. The monster was making a choking sound now, its small eyes swivelling back and forth between the portal and Danny.

"Whoa, whoa," Danny held his hands up in front of himself. The monster was struggling to stand up now, "It's okay, greeny. I'm just going to send you home and then everyone can be happy."

Danny walked over to the monster slowly, as not to scare him – lifting one of his muscular arms over his own shoulders to support it – and began dragging he giant ghost towards the Ghost Zone.