AN: Tumblr prompt: Could we get a fic with Danny Phantom and Spiderman to celebrate Spiderman Homecoming

Drabble 54: Mistakes Always Start With Pizza, but so do Friendships

Spider-Man was doing pretty good, he thought. He aced his chem test and got a decent grade on his book report, which was always nice. And his Aunt May was out of town, leaving him to come and go as Spidey all he wanted until she got back. It was going fantastic.

Until he turned a corner and slammed into something, making him fall a good fifteen stories before he regained his composure and latched onto the wall.

"Holy shit, dude, are you okay?"

Spidey looked up to see a white haired figure floating above him, nothing but concern in his acidic green eyes.

"Yeah. I'm, uh, I'm fine. Who are you?" he asked, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that this floating guy was glowing. Why was he glowing?

"Oh name's Phantom, dude. You're that Spider-dude, right?"

Spidey noted how Phantom was borderline excited to meet him. Usually he didn't get that from superheroes. He got the You're just a kid! You shouldn't be saving the world on a school night! Stick. It was weird but refreshing to have someone other than a five year old be excited to meet him.

"So, are you like a ghost or something?" Spidey asked. Phantom thought for a moment before shrugging.

"Or something, I guess. Hey, do you wanna get a pizza?" He asked. "The one I had kind of fell fifty stories."

"Ghosts eat pizza?" the words were out before he could stop them. Phantom didn't seem to care. In fact, he looked almost amused by the statement.

"Well, some ghosts do. So, what do you say?"

Spider-Man's stomach growled at the thought of pizza, answering the ghost's question for him. Phantom chuckled.

"Yeah, sure," Spidey finally said. "What could go wrong?"

Spider-Man had to remind himself not to ask what could go wrong. Because if you ask that, the universe apparently takes it as a challenge.

All they did was go in for a pizza. But then some sort of ghost came and everything went to shit. Now his favorite pizza place was in shambles and his sit smelled like that green stuff Phantom shot out of his hands. He didn't know what it was but he really hoped it would wash out of his suit.

"Sorry about that," Danny said, not able to look him in the eye as he held the thermos close to him. "Skulker is a bit...Well, let's just say he could probably use a lonely guy cat or something."

"No biggy," Spidey said, making a disgusted face under his mask as he stepped in a pile of green ooze.

"What is this stuff?" He groaned, trying to wipe his boot off.

"That's ectoplasm, dude," Phantom said. "It's what ghosts are made of/ Check it out."

He turned and lifted his arm so that Spider-Man could see the large gashes right below his ribs, oozing the same green substance, now with flecks of red in it.

"Dude, are you okay?" Spidey asked, concerned.

"Yeah, it'll be closed up by tomorrow. Healing factor and all that," he said with a wince.

"Does he always call you a whelp when you fight?"

"Yeah. Dude's been hunting me since I was fourteen," Danny let out a laugh. "He calls himself the Ghost Zone's greatest hunter, but he still doesn't have my pelt on his wall."

"Ew."

"I know, right? Anyway...I think pizza is off the table, now."

They both looked back at the charred building that once brought happiness with its circular masterpieces.

"I know a sweet sandwich shop a couple blocks from here," Spider-man suggested.

"Sounds good to me, dude," Phantom grinned at him.

"So you're a halfa?" Spider-man asked through a mouthful of food. They were sitting on the edge of some tall skyscraper or another. "How does that work?"

"Well, when you get electrocuted with about 10,000 volts of ectoplasmic electricity it changes your physiology."

"Sounds...Painful."

"Yeah, it was. What about you? How'd you get yours?"

"Radioactive spider bite."

"Should have guessed that," Phantom laughed. "What if it had been like, a radioactive fly or something? Then you'd be screwed."

"I'd have those giant compound eyes and some gnarly wings," Spider-Man laughed, gesturing to his face.

"They'd write comics about you! The Amazing Fly-Boy!"

"Uh, that's Fly-Man to you, Phantom," Spidey asked.

"Ability to gross everyone out without even trying!" Phantom continued, leaning against the gargoyle as he held his sides from laughing so hard.

"Fear me!" Spider-Man laughed, tears forming in his eyes. Phantom chuckled some more before finally settling down.

"We should do this more often, dude," Phantom said. Spider-Man nodded.

"I agree."

Clockwork couldn't help but smile as he saw Daniel and Peter laugh along side each other. Even though it was just beginning, he knew this friendship between the two would last lifetimes. One of the greatest friendships to ever go down in history was happening right before his eyes. It could have began in so many different ways, but knowing Daniel he knew this way was probably the best.

Who knew pizza had so much power.