AN: Another tumblr prompt: Prompt involving squirrels

Drabble 11-When Squirrels Attack

Danny had seen a great amount of odd things in his crime fighting afterlife, but never had he seen…squirrels…of all things, befriend him like this. He had been fighting…Skulker, maybe? He couldn't remember. But it had landed him stuck in a tree, tangled in all of the branches and whatnot with a squirrel making a nest in his hair.

It had already burrowed deeply into his shock of white hair, already using the tangled and unkeptness of it to it's advantage, and at this point he couldn't bring himself to really care. He just had to take care of Skulker. God knows he's still out there. He quickly phased through the branches, not quite processing that he probably needed to use his flight abilities as well, and fell to the ground on his stomach with an "-OOF!"

He could feel the squirrel in his hair, looking for things that weren't there and overall just being a minor annoyance.

When he looked up it was night, complete with the flashing lights and speeding cars of New York. Sometimes he almost wished he was back in Amity where nothing interesting happened at night except for the occasional visit from the Box Ghost. Here, though, it was all noise.

He stood up on wobbly knees. feeling every ache and cracking bone in his body, and made the smart decision too reached a hand up to his head, only for his head to harshly be jerked to the side by the squirrel. He put his hand back down and just figured he was going to have to let it be for now.

He flew back to the Tower, complete with the large, blue A near the top, and didn't even bother using the door. He just opened a window (the same one that Natasha liked to go through) and hovered in. Everything hurt, and he didn't know if he was going to be able to walk himself all the way to the couch. So he lazily hovered so low his toes touched the ground

Once he was there, he flopped down, falling asleep almost instantly if it hadn't been for the squirrel stuck in his hair. He quickly shifted his body sideways and had his neck resting on the armrest of the million-dollar-couch. If the squirrel moved again, he didn't know, because as soon as he got comfortable enough to sleep, he passed out.

—–

Danny opened his eyes to a bright, blinding light and a horrible crick in his neck without a lot of memory of how he got there. He yawned and stretched, and when he opened his eyes again he saw Clint, dressed in full gear, passed out with frozen pizza in one hand and his bow loosely in the other as he slumped over the armrest. Natasha was sitting in the chair next to the couch, softly petting a squirrel. Danny's hand instinctively went to his hair, finding no rodent tangled within it. He almost felt betrayed that the squirrel was being pet my Natasha, and then he remembered it was Natasha. If she pet you she liked you. So he let it slide just this once.

"Morning," she said without looking up.

"Morning," Danny mumbled back. He yawned again, and stretched again, not hurting as much as last night but still really sore. "How did you get it out?" He asked her.

"Easy," she shrugged. "A little snip snip here, a little snip snip there. It's not rocket science. But hey, you needed a new haircut anyway."

Danny's hands flew up to his hair in a panic, feeling his buzzed sides and long, unkempt middle of it. He almost didn't realize Natasha holding up a mirror until she almost threw it at him. He took it from her and looked at the clean lines and nice shave, and looked at the squirrel. She climbed up his arm and onto his shoulder when he held out his hand, and he rubbed her head affectionately.

"Looks like you are good for something, huh girl? I'm gonna name you…Ghost."

"Ghost?" Natasha shook her head. "You're so lame."