AN: Tumblr prompt: Dash fucking dies and comes back as a ghost

Drabble 87-Surprised?

Dash gasped when he woke up, sitting up far to quickly. Where was he? He knew he could have been super drunk, but what he was seeing was more like an acid trip. He knew he messed with some pretty dangerous stuff, but he knew for a fact that this place wasn't his bedroom. Not only that, but he feels like he's seen this place before. It was oddly familiar, which was bizarre in and of itself considering he doesn't remember the last time the grass was purple.

He stood up slowly, his knees knocking together dangerously as he got his legs under him. The movement made his stomach swirl around more than the green skies and floating doors. God, where was he?

"Oh, hey, you must be a newcomer."

Dash whirled around, which, considering his current state, was probably not the best idea. He wobbled a little bit as he put his hands up, ready to fight. He was happily surprised though when he saw that is was...

"Phantom? Oh my god, thank goodness!" He said. But Phantom didn't respond. He just floated in front of Dash, absolutely shocked. The kind where he was frozen and you had to wave your hand in front of their face to get them to speak again.

"D...Dash?" He asked, bewildered. "How...How?" Phantom asked lamely, still getting over his previous shock.

"How what, dude? Listen, can you just get me out of here? This place is giving me the creeps."

"Uh, you better get used to it then, because this is where you're gonna be living," Phantom said. At Dash's confused look, Phantom sighed, obviously wanting to avoid the problem. Instead, he decided to rip off the band-aid. "Look down, Dash."

Dash did, and boy oh boy was he surprised. Instead of the smooth, pale skin he had become so used to throughout his entire life, it was a bright green, with black fingernails.

"I...What does this mean?" Dash asked quietly, almost on the verge of panic.

"It means you're a ghost now, Dash. Hey, but it's okay. I mean, you're dead, yeah, but now you get to really live, I guess?"

"Is that why you became a superhero?" Dash looked up from his hands and starred at Phantom with pain-filled red eyes. Danny shrugged his shoulders and sort of nodded in response. Him becoming a superhero had become an accident, but he chose to stay one. He could have left any time he wanted. At least, he's pretty sure he could.

"Sort of, yeah. I didn't really expect to be one, to be honest," He told his former bully.

"Well...God, I need to sit down." He crouched back down on the purple ground, putting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. They stayed like that for a long time before Dash finally sniffed, not looking up at Phantom. "I didn't mean to die." Dash's voice sounded rough, like he was holding back tears, and Phantom's heart kind of broke for him. "I saw the lights and then everything was dark. I thought I was gonna wake up alive but-but I guess that's just how life is, I guess. Or afterlife, or whatever. I don't know man."

"Dash...Uh, I know something that might cheer you up? I mean, being dead sorta has it's perks but it does get depressing. It's not far off from having a heartbeat. But uh, if you want, you could meet my friends?"

He didn't know why he was offering. The Avengers really didn't work with other ghosts unless they had too, and if Danny was offering Dash a chance to meet them he was sure he would get an earful of this from Clint later. But looking at Dash now, and realizing how sad he was at the thought of being dead, well, he would gladly take a week of complaining from Clint to give Dash one happy first day as a spirit.

"Your friends?" He asked, looking up at him. Danny could see the dried up streaks, but chose not to comment on them. Instead, he just nodded, shooting the football star a big grin.

"Yeah, dude. Come on, I'll show you."

Dash stepped through the portal, amazed at what he was witnessing. He was back in the real world, he knew that, but man, this was fancy. Fancier than anything he had ever seen. It was a nice penthouse with a bombass view of the New York skyline, and it made him breathless. Well, if he had any breath it would have.

"Welcome to Avengers Tower," Phantom said, placing a hand on Dash's much larger shoulder.

"Hey, Danny, now that you're back do you wanna spar with me?"

Danny and Dash looked behind them, only to find Steve Rogers, living legend, casually leaning against the door frame in work out clothes. Danny shook his head.

"Nah, maybe later. I'm gonna show my friend around for a bit. Steve, this is Dash, newly formed ghost and probably your biggest fan. Dash, this is Captain America."

"Dude, no way," Dash said, eyes wide. "That's so cool!"

"Hey, is the kid back?!" Someone yelled from the other room.

"Tell Fenton to come back here and help us lift this!" That was most definitely Clint. Phantom rolled his eyes and flew over to the kitchen, and Dash starred at him, frozen in place as he left.

Phantom was Fenton?

"You can come inside too, you know," Steve told him, gesturing to the kitchen where Danny had disappeared too. When Dash walked in he was lifting the fridge so Clint and Tony could get something from underneath it, and Dash's jaw dropped open.

"You've been Phantom this whole time?" Dash asked once Danny had the fridge back on the floor. He looked up, green eyes wide, and hit his forehead with the palm of his hand.

"Oh yeah! Dude,totally forgot. Now that you're dead I don't have to hide it from you anymore."

Dash watched in awe as Danny let his transformation rings wash over him, turning him back into the scrawny seventeen year old Fenton with raven hair and icy eyes.

"Who's he?" Clint asked, jerking a thumb towards Dash.

"A friend, dumbass. Go eat your fridge cookie," Danny shot back. Clint held his hands up in defense and Danny wiped his hands on his jeans before turning to Dash again. He almost chuckled at Dash's mouth being half open and his eyes wide, like he's seen a ghost. Danny rubbed the back of his neck and laughed nervously.

"Surprise?"