AN: Tumblr prompt: Ice danny au meets avengers if your still doing requests?

Drabble 62: Jack Frost

When Steve woke up that morning, he was excited, glad to spend another day in the July heat. However, it melted away when he looked out the window, only to see snow and ice everywhere.

In July.

He sighed and rubbed he sleepiness out of his face. With the strange weather there was no way he was gonna be able to go for a run.

He looked out the window and down to the street where he saw groups of men working to break the ice and move the snow so they could safely drive, but instead of the ice breaking, it was the tools.

Steve quickly changed into his uniform, grabbing his shield on the way out the door.

"Jarvis, he said sternly as he headed to the elevator to go to the debriefing room. "Wake everyone up, we have a meeting. How cold is it outside?"

"Precisely 27 degrees Fahrenheit, all coming from a power source that I believe to be above the Empire State Building. Currently, 67% of New York is experiencing this weather."

By the time he made it to the debriefing room, a perfect looking Natasha, a tired Sam, and a just-rolled-out-of-bed-three-minute-ago Clint were there.

"What's happening, Steve?" Sam asked, stifling a yawn. He walked over to the large screen, and Jarvis pulled up several pictures of New York, and a satellite image that showed over half of it being covered with the winter weather.

"Someone or something is covering the city with ice and snow, and is centered over the Empire State Building. We have to take it out and see who's really behind this."

Stark had done wonders with his suit, adding a special heating component in case they ever had to do any missions in weather like this. In fact, he had fitted the whole team with winter gear. Steve pressed the star on his chest, and he watched with amazement as the blue turned to white. He could feel the humming of the suit as it changed and heated up from the inside out. He smiled and turned to the team.

"Suit up."

Clint wasn't to happy about wearing sleeves, but he was even more unhappy to be outside, flying through the air to see what the hell was causing this. He was ready to swim and chill with Natasha, but no. Instead he had to go out and fight crime and save the world. How overrated.

He grunted as he landed on another building, rolling into it so he wouldn't hurt himself. He was able to see a large blue light near the very top of the building, but only barely. It seemed that the closer he got, the harsher everything became. It was colder, and there was more ice and harsher winds than when he was at the tower.

"I see him," he placed a hand on his ear where his com link was, having to yell to be heard over the wind. "West side, big glowy thing!"

"Copy that, coming to get you," Sam told him. He looked behind him to see a dark figure coming at him, and he held out his hand. Sam took it and lifted him into the air.

"My arrows won't be able to do much with wind like this!" He told his bird bro.

"I'll get you in closer. Maybe it's an eye of the storm type thing!" Sam replied, grunting as the wind knocked him slightly off course. His wings were working overtime, but Clint had to give Stark credit. His heating systems really did work.

Eventually they got close enough, and it didn't calm down like Sam had suggested. However, when Clint threw himself at whatever it was, everything stopped. The wind and snowing and hail had ceased and it was suddenly all too quiet, but Clint couldn't focus on that. He had to focus on the kid with blue skin and red eyes, looking like he's in a goddamn trance. He shook the kid, yelling at him for a response, but none came.

Clint had to let go of the kid. The weather was the freaking Hawaii compared to how cold the kid was. He was the one causing it, but there as something about it that made Clint wonder.

"Oh, little Phantom," he heard a voice leer. He looked over to see a sort of sickly grey skinned man with a long black trench coat and some sort of weird red scepter in his hand. He gave Clint a gross, yellow smile and snarled.

"Kill him."

Immediately there was a change. Clint, who had been on top of Phantom, was now hanging in the air, grasping at the hand round his throat, threatening to block his airways with ice. He could already feel it.

"Kid," he grunted, gasping for air. "Phantom...S...Stop..." But it was no use. The hand tightened around his neck, and the boy, even though small, had the grip that reminded Clint of Hulk when Clint had taken the last cookie from him.

Suddenly he was falling, but he managed to catch onto the edge of the building, grippping his sore throat and gasping for air. With Steve's help he was able to get back onto safe ground, lying there for a minute before sitting up again. The bad guy was unconscious at Natasha's feet, a broken scepter in her hand. The kid was clutching his head, eyes squeezed shut as he stumbled for a moment. He opened his eyes, and instead of the terrifying red they were an ice blue.

"Where am I?" He asked. "Who are you?"

"We'll answer your questions, but first you have to get rid of all of this ice," Sam said, giving the boy an arm to lean on. He just nodded and slowly made his way tot eh edge near Clint before sucking in a deep breath. The wind had grown within seconds, and was as bad as before, but now seemed to have a reverse effect. The more wind there was, the brighter it got. The warmer the air became, and the more the ice melted away. Once Phantom was finished, it was perfect summer time weather again. He fell to his knees.

"Hey, kid, you okay?" Clint asked. The kid was breathing hard, and he wassure that if his temperature wasn't below zero he would be sweating.

"Yeah," he panted, "I'm good. I just need to get home."

"Where is home?" Steve asked. He wanted to put a hand on the boy;s shoulders, but he was to cold to touch.

"Amity Park."

"So you're ghost?" Natasha asked. She had read all about the ghosts of Amity and how it wasn't just a tourist trap. Phantom nodded.

"Yeah. Well, half ghost anyway." To answer their unspoken questions he closed his eyes and a bright light overtook them, changing snow hair to jet black, pupil-less ice blue eyes to a warm sky blue, and blue skin to sort of pale, normal skin. He was wearing a par of shorts and a tank top with flip flops, looking like he never cause any harm. He stuck out his hand with a smile.

"Name's Danny. Danny Fenton."