AN: Tumblr prompt: Could you please write a thing where Danny finds out that due to his time with the venom symbiote, he can do ghostly-versions of some of Venom's powers? (ecto webs, able to shape-shift his ectoplasm into blades, etc?)

Drabble 57: Venom part 5 (?)

"So...What does that mean?" Danny asked Tony and Bruce, unable to refrain from squirming at the feeling of being attached to the various machines around him.

"What he means is," Bruce started, "Is that because you've been attached to Venom for so long your ghostly abilities have learned to do the things he can."

"Like being a rip-off of Spidey?" Danny asked. He was upset. While he did think Spider-Man's powers were cool and all, he didn't exactly want them. Ecto-webs weren't as cool as they sounded.

"Yeah, because our little wall-crawling friend gave that ability to Venom the very first time they bonded."

"If this is happening to my powers how come none of this has happened to his?"

"Because he has different powers," Bruce explained. "Venom, in lack of better words, came here with no powers except the usual host bonding situation. So he was able to gain stuff from Spidey, so when it bonded with you for the first time it left a residue of some of that power."

"Like a superhero STD?" Danny cocked his head to the side, Tony snorting from amusement before answering.

"Not really, but close enough, I guess. How do you feel?"

"Normal," Danny was unsure as to why he should feel any different just because of some new ecto-based powers. Really the only powers he's been able to physically feel was the discovery of his ice powers.

"Try doing the web thing again, at that wall," Tont pointed to the one past the holo-screens. He wasn't really sure if he could do it or not. Maybe it was a one time, heat of the moment type thing. But he held out his hand anyway, willing the ectoplasm in him to come forth as a web rather than his normal blasts. But what happened next surprised them all.

Instead of webtoplasm, it was a sort of blade. It wasn't anything to fancy, just a basic hilt and a sharper than possible edge that was slightly curved at the end. Danny dropped it in surprise, and it turned into a pure ectoplasmic puddle at his feet.

"What the hell was that? Spider-Man can't do that!" Danny said. It was all so surreal, and he almost felt like he was going to collapse from to many surprises in one day.

"No, but Venom can," Tony said, trying to calm the kid down. "He can shapeshift his molecular structure into anything with any texture, solidity, and shape."

"So I can make swords with ectoplasm now? Not just ice?" Danny sounded kind of half worried, half confused, and he didn't know how to handle this situation. Ghost powers, sure. But ghost powers unwillingly inherited by an alien symbiote? He felt violated to say the least.

"I think it might be permanent," Bruce said. By the look in his eye Danny could tell it was more to himself than the ghost boy, who was now looking even more worried than before.

"Permanent? No, it can't be permanent! I don't want it to be!"

"Well did you want the universe to do a half assed job in killing you just so you could get ghost powers?" Tony asked, busy studying the data.

"Not at first, no. Dying isn't fun."

"Well, those are permanent. This is too. You'll grow up and get used to it. Hell, maybe even learn to use these new abilities. We're still trying to figure out how much you can really do with your powers since you seam to have so many of them."

"That is true. Maybe these were always there and just got kick-started by Venom?" Bruce suggested. There was a twinkle in his eye, the kind Danny only ever saw when he was working in the lab. The gears in the Doctor's head were turning and it was obvious. This whole situation, from a scientist point of view, made the two older men downright giddy.

Danny wouldn't admit it, but Tony did have a point. Maybe he could learn to like these powers. He could have Frostbite teach him how to use different kinds of blades, and he could one-up Spidey. Though his new power was sort of cool, he couldn't see himself using the ecto-webs very often.

"Bruce come look at this," Tony said, waving the good doctor over. Tony had moved from the screen to the microscope, and judging by the tone of his voice, whatever he saw was pretty exciting.

"What is it?" Danny said impatiently. "Let me see."

"It's a blood sample, Danny," Bruce explained as he turned a knob on the microscope. "There's Venom in it."

"So the powers are from him," he realized. "Isn't that bad, though? Can't Venom grow inside of me and shit?"

"Not you, kiddo," Tony sat down, his hand sliding through his unkept hair. "See, it's running around in your ectoplasm and technically ectoplasm isn't really living. It's a power source like human blood, except, you know, dead. So your very system is keeping Venom from growing. You won't have anything to worry about."

"Is there any way you could flush him out, though?"

"Not likely," Bruce answered. "It's not like a drug you can wait out. It may not be growing but it's alive...in a sense...and won't leave. Even if it wanted to I don't think it could. Your ectoplasm is thicker than most other substances, on top of being mixed with your human blood."

"So it's inside of me? Forever?"

"I'm afraid so. Will it make you feel better if I buy you a pizza?"

"No but do it anyway, I'm starving."

"Brat," Tony said, but there was no fire behind it. He pulled out his phone and left the room. Bruce turned to Danny and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"It'll be fine, Danny," he spoke gently. Danny sighed.

"But what if it isn't? What if it does grow inside of me and I turn into some gross ecto-venom dude who can't be stopped?"

"We have a plan for that," Bruce promised, pushing his eyeglasses up.

"Already? What is it?"

"It's called the Avengers. Whatever happens, you'll be fine."

"Fine."

"You're gonna call Spider-Man now aren't you?"

"Well, who else is gonna beat him at his own game?" Danny was grinning now as he headed for the door. Right before he left though, he turned around.

"Hey, Bruce!"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks." Then he left. Bruce smiled to himself, looking back up at the blinking screens once again.

"No problem, Danny."