AN: Tumblr prompt: Have you seen defenders yet? Could you do a crossover with it if/when you do? Its like my dream crossover but I cant write at all

Drabble 70-Defend

It was supposed to be a normal night out with his new friends at the new Chinese place in Harlem not too far from Luke's place. Matt would have loved to enjoy it, but the universe always had a way of screwing him over.

The night was young when it went to shit, and he was hoping to get a few drinks in after this with the others, but no. They had more pressing matters to deal with.

None of them knew it was going to end up ruining their whole weekend.

It all started when the bell above the door chimed, signalling someone new was coming in. Within a few seconds everything sort of ust shifted. He felt Danny on his right tense up, and the way he shoveled more food into his mouth told Matt he was nervous about something. And Matt couldn't blame him.

It had gotten colder. Barely, but enough fr someone like Matt to notice. It seemed to move though, with with newcomer that walked up to the counter. His footsteps were light, almost like he wasn't walking at all, and there was a sort of scent about him. Matt knew no normal nose would have ever been able to detect it, but he knew it wasn't normal, and it definitely had something to do with this guy's unnaturally slow heart beat. It was the smell of death and ozone that made the hairs on Matt's neck stand up. It was barely there, but the smell of decaying flesh was unmistakable. he had smelled it far to often before.

"Take out for Bill Folson," the guy said-and wow, footsteps as light as his should not belong to a voice like his. It was a rich, deep baritone that nearly reverberated. It sounded like the voice a male model would have, or a really hot actor in those dumb action films Fogy made him 'watch' in their college days.

"You guys feel it too, right?" Danny asked, leaning forward. Matt nodded, but Luke and Jessica shook their heads.

"He's doing that weird blind guy thing again," Jessica pointed out, looking over at Matt. His head was tilted, listening intently to the newcomer. But he knew Danny couldn't smell when he did or hear hoe he could, so how did Danny know something was wrong.

"Take-out," Matt whispered. Jessica looked over to see a tall, fake blonde with ice blue eyes and a forced smile as he took the large serving of food and paid before heading out.

"Are we going?" Jessica asked, looking from Matt, to Danny, to Luke, and the blonde halfway out the door. Matt nodded before they could even discuss, and stood up. The others followed, but not before Danny paid for the meal and left a very generous tip.

As it turns out, tailing him wasn't that hard. Jessica was small enough to get into hard to reach places, and Matt was an expert at jumping from building to building. All Luke and Danny had to do was blend in on the bus that Bill Folson had taken, just in case anything happened. But whatever this guy was or could do, it set Danny on edge. Luke wasn't too happy about that.

Luke couldn't help but smile though as the guy's phone started to ring, blaring out the theme from Ghostbusters. So this kid was a dork. Nice to know.

"Hello?" he said. He listened on the other line, and his shoulders seemed to sag a little bit. "Yeah...Yeah, it's no problem, I can come in early tomorrow. Yeah, don't worry about it. Uh-huh." He listened again, nodding before giving him another noise. "Yeah. Okay, see you tomorrow." Bill hung up and sighed, and Luke tried to make friendly conversation.

"Trouble at work?" He asked. Bill looked over at him, an eyebrow raised, but then he just shrugged and nodded.

"Yeah, they overbooked tomorrow, so now the garage is full of cars and they need an extra pair of hands," he explained. So the guy was a mechanic? Okay? "I don't mind though, I mean, it's always nice to have a little more cash in my pocket."

The guy seemed pretty easy going, but there was the way he sat that unnerved Luke. Like he was waiting for someone to come out and scare him. Like he was preparing himself for the worst. His eyes were trained on the doors every few seconds, but other than that they were everywhere else, never staying in one place for longer than a few seconds. A guy his size should never be that jumpy in Luke's opinion. A guy that size shouldn't need a reason to be.

They didn't say anything else, but when they stopped again, Bill got up, his phone ringing in his hands again. Luke saw the way he flinched for a moment before answering. Danny and Luke got off with him, and Luke couldn't help but notice that this was way to lose to his and Claire's apartment.

Bill hadn't seemed to notice they were following him though. He seemed to trained on his conversation. Danny huffed and nudged Luke, nodding towards the buildings where a shadow was ducking.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Bill was saying. He listened to the other person. From the sound of it it was a girl, but it was still to muffled to be able to tell what they were saying. "It's just for a little while-temporary, I promise. Then everything will go back to normal...I know. I'm sorry." he turned and climbed up the stairs to his apartment building, walking in and letting the door shut itself. They waited a little longer before continuing on. Luke's phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out.

From: Jessica

Meet at my place. Bring horns, too.

"So what are we dealing with?" Danny asked. He was still unnerved from this guy, which made no sense. He had a sort of aura about him that was a weird sort of energy unlike anything Danny had ever felt. Like death but also the overwhelming need to keep everybody safe. What was he?

"His real name is Danny," Matt said, leaning against the desk on Jessica's left. Luke was on the other side, leaning over but not over her shoulder like Danny.

"Danny? But you said his name was Bill," Danny said. This thing had the same name as him? Weird.

"It's called an alias, temple boy," Jessica stated, every word oozing with sarcasm. "Just gimme a second. And a drink."

Luke was the one that obliged her, pouring her two fingers and nothing more. She downed it quickly before turning back to her laptop, typing furiously.

"What are you doing?" Matt asked, looking at her window.

"Well, he's in hiding according to your super eavesdropping skills, meaning he probably wants the world to think he's either dead or missing. So all we have to do is look up any missing Danny's that are around his age and we should be able to find him sort of soon."

"All Dannys?" Danny asked. "Isn't there like, a filter for physical traits or anything like hair and eyes?"

"Your boy is a fake blonde. I could see the roots, they were dark. It was a rush job," Jessica replied. Jessica briefly glanced at Matt, but decided against a blind joke. She could always just move the furniture later f she really felt like it.

"He smelled weird," Matt offered, looking at the spot jut to the side of her head. Jessica gave him a look.

"How is that gonna help us?" She asked.

"By weird I mean like he's dying," he clarified. "Decaying. And his heart rate was so slow he shouldn't have even been able to be awake."

"He has this weird energy, too," Danny offered. "Like...Death, but good? I've heard of reapers from the elders in K'un-Lun but everybody thought they were just myths."

"You'll believe in dragons but not a reaper?" Luke asked, a small grin making it's way onto his face.

"I'll believe it when I see it. And I've seen a dragon," he defended. That only made Luke's grin wider.

"Uh...I might...Have found him..." Jessica said, half distracted by the screen. On it was a picture of a black-haired man that had the same blue eyes as their "Bill," and the same strong jaw. He was smiling, a big toothy grin like he had no care in the world. It was unlike what Luke had seen on the bus, with his sagging shoulders and tired frame.

"Yeah, that's him. Danny Fenton. Where's he from?" Danny asked.

"Some place called Amity Park, Illinois. Small town, blink-and-you-miss-it type," Jessica answered. She opened up a new window and quickly found herself on the home page of the town.

"You said he smelled dead, right?" Jessica asked. Matt nodded, and she hummed.

"What do you got?" Luke asked.

"Says here Amity Park is constantly being invaded by ghosts. So much so that they actually have some local ghost hunters, the Fentons. But the parents, Jack and Maddie died in a fire just a couple of weeks ago...Sister is a psychiatrist in the upper part of town...old friends with the mayor...Danny though. He went missing. Says he had been visiting his parents when the fire started. They never found the body, but everyone thinks he died...Wait, take a look at this."

She clicked on a couple of images. One being Danny, and the other being a whie haired man with toxic green eyes, both with the same smirk. They called him Inviso-Bill.

"Inviso-Bill and Danny are the same person, he's playing superhero in his hometown."

"Wait, Inviso-Bill? At least now we know where he got his name," Mat offered.

"Danny's two best friends were Tucker Foley and Sam Manson. Folson. Jeez, this kid does not know how to go underground at all," Jessica muttered.

"Yeah, but why is he going underground?" Danny asked.

"Well, he's a ghost superhero, his parents are ghost hunters. And in a town that's being invaded on the daily they can't be the only ones,' Jessica answered.

"How do we know it's not a hoax?" Luke asked. "I mean, come on. Ghosts? Seriously?"

"They're real," Danny said.

"You'll believe in anything at this point, won't you?" Luke asked. Danny gave him a shit-eating grin and shrugged.

"I'm not saying their real," Matt said slowly, "but it would kind of explain...Well, everything."

"So what are we gonna do? Knock on his door and ask for sugar?" Jessica asked, turning away from her computer. Matt shrugged and gave them a small grin.

"That's exactly what we're going to do."

Danny groaned as he climbed the steps to his floor. The only thing worse than a broken elevator was a broken elevator when your body hurt all over from work. The thought of flying up to his room crossed his mind, but he forced it out before he could actually think about it. No, if he was going to lay low for a little while he needed to not use his powers. Plus that's how they were going to find him. They were just waiting for him to do something. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

He pulled out his keys in a motion he wished was a little bit smoother and unlocked the door to his apartment, taking in the plain decor and simple, gross couch he got off of Craigslist. He went to the kitchen and leaned on the counter, rubbing the tiredness out of his face.

Had it really only been two weeks? God, he had been so preoccupied with trying to get away he didn't even get to go to his parents' funeral. Or heal properly. His side ached less and less everyday, but it was the kind of burn that would have hospitalized a normal person. Unfortunately, though, he wasn't normal.

He stayed there on the counter for a few moments, wanting to think about Amity but refusing to let himself do so, before being knocked back to reality with his phone. The caller ID said Unknown Number, but he knew that it was Sam. His Sam, that he hasn't seen for two weeks and won't be able to see for much longer. He sat up and answered it, walking over to the window as he did.

"Hey," he said. His voice was tired, but he was always glad to hear from his girl.

"Hey, hun," Sam replied, nothing but loving worry in her voice. Danny smiled at the sound of it. If he was gonna be apart from her for so long, at least he ot to hear her voice. "How was work?"

"Exhausting. I swear to Clockwork, if I have to change one more oil I'm gonna scream."

"How's the view, then?" She was trying to cheer him p, he knew, bu he just couldn't. He missed Amity and his friends, and he would do anything to be back there. But with those people on his tail there was no way he was going to. He couldn't put Sam or anybody else in danger.

"Real pretty at night. Like stars, but...Pretty. And everything is so tall, way taller than back there. All I want to do is..." He lost his train of thought when a movement caught his eye. It was a reflection in the mirror, some guy in a red suit trying to sneak up on him.

"To see everything from p high, I know. Hey, I have o jump off. I love you, Danny."

"I love you to, Sam."

he had barely hung up when he whirled around and swung at the mysterious figure. The guy dodged it, reaching for a stick at his hip as he id so.

"Who are you?" Danny asked. He was thankful his mom had taught him martial arts. Otherwise he'd be screwed against a guy like this without his powers. His opponent didn't answer, but he didn't keep on throwing punches either. He heard shuffling t the side and glanced over to see a tall bald man standing next to a smaller, curly haired kid Danny had seen on the news. Wasn't he that Rand guy that came back from the dead? What was he doing here with this guy? What were any of them doing here.

"Hey," he said. "What are you guys doing here? Who even are you?"

"Well," a woman this time spoke. He turned to his living room to see a dark haired lady with a scarf and a look in her eyes that told everybody not to fuck with her. Danny didn't want to be on the receiving end of that. "We're here to find out what you are, what you've done, and what you can do," she stated. Then she smirked and added, "Danny."

A chill ran down Danny's spine. So they knew? But how? He had done nothing but cover his tracks. Hell, he even dyed his hair! And...Well, his name could have used a little more thought, but it sounded nothing like Danny Fenton!

"Who are you?" He asked again.

The four seemed to consider for a moment, but that was long enough for Danny to bolt. He turned right back around and slammed his weight through the window and fell onto the fire escape before climbing. He had some nasty cuts from the glass, and his shoulder was starting to sport a horrible bruise from shoving his large frame through a tiny window. His side wasn't helping him at all, aching almost as much as when he had first got it. He was sure it was bleeding now, but he couldn't stop.

He wasn't the best climber, but he was fast, and really that's what mattered in the end. If he got to the roof first he would practically be home free. He sprinted away, pumping his arms harder and harder as he jumped from one building to the next, the pain in his sie growing every time he landed. He needed to make himself unknown soon, or else he was as good as fully dead.

he was almost surprised that the guy in he red suit was almost able to keep up with him, and made the mistake f looking back. He tripped over his own feet and landed hard, rolling over a couple times before finally coming to a stop. His wound was bleeding badly now, and there was no stopping it. Not when he felt like he was going to pass out. But if they knew who he was, that mean they probably knew what he was, and he couldn't stop. He started getting back up again, but paused when the guy's feet came into his vision.

"You're hurt," he said.

"Who are you?" Danny spat. "What do you want?" he grit his teeth, clutching his side with one hand as a mixture of red and green oozed out.

"Daredevil. And you're-"

"-Don't!" Danny cut him off, looking around briefly ou of paranoia. "Don't say. They might be listening."

"Who?" Daredevil asked.

"I'll tell you, just not-ngh-not here."

"Come on, we have a safe place we can crash." Daredevil held out his hand, and Danny took it. He slowly climbed to his feet, but that was a big mistake. The second he did, his knees buckled, and his vision became blurry. Daredevil barely had time to catch him before he passed out.

Danny woke up to the sound of voices. They were muffled, but he could recognize one of them as that woman from the night before. What was she saying...

Danny was knocked out of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his side where the burn was, and without thinking he sprung up, grabbing the small wrist in his hand tightly. It belonged to a dark skinned woman with kind eyes and dark hair. She seemed surprised, but only because his reaction was so sudden. She was wearing a pair of blue gloves, and in the hand he had grabbed was a cloth.

"Where am I?" he asked, looking around. He didn't let go of her.

"You're somewhere safe. My friend brought you here, said you needed medical attention. This burn looks really bad. Why haven't you gotten it treated?"

"Who are you?" Danny asked, not answering her question. He seemed to be asking that a lot lately.

"Get rid of the death grip on my wrist and I'll tell you," she said, raising an eyebrow. A beat passed between them before he forced his fingers to let go.

"You know, now that the burn is being properly treated you're healing pretty fast. Faster than I've ever seen. And the cuts you got the other night from the window? Those are already gone."

"Wait-other night? How long have I been out?" Danny asked.

"Two days. You needed it to. You were exhausted, dehydrated, and bleeding out. Even with super healing you need to take a break. Now come on, lie on your side so I can change the bandages."

"Yeah...Yeah. Okay." Danny obliged, turning over and trying not to freak out about the situation. He had been kidnapped by mystery people and was being tended to, but he had his shirt off, meaning she was seeing all of his scars from ghost hunting.

"Jesus, you're freezing," she muttered as she took continued to wipe the wound down. Danny flinched, but he managed to stay still. enough for her to finish. It only took a few short minutes, but that was long enough for Danny to get so tense it hurt. She paced a clean bandage over it and stood up.

"Be careful, okay? You're not all bulletproof." Then she stood and headed towards the door. Just before she opened it, she turned to him and smiled. "My name is Claire, by the way."

Danny nodded, and as she left he couldn't help but fall back asleep.