Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Spider-Man. I do not own the original story this is based on.


Manhattan's repairs went along smoothly as the police, firemen, hospitals, and construction crews worked tirelessly to fix their homes. The first hour had been rough, but that ended quickly as heroes around America came to help.

The legend of the past, Mr. Incredible, was seen lifting forty steel beams over his head as he brought them to a shopping mall. Such locations had seen much damage from the rampaging spider monster during the initial transformation. Dropping the beams in the center, the hero went to work, moving the heavy metals like toothpicks.

The construction crew called out to where they needed the beams, and the man was more than happy to oblige.

And it was not just Mr. Incredible. Superman flew in from Metropolis to help. Crowds cheered as the man of steel flew down, offering any assurance he could as the Flash ran in with him. The former flew up, searching for survivors under rubble as the latter helped distributed supplies around the city. What would have been days of work was being whittled to hours.

More heroes came: Captain America, Frozone, Elastigirl, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, and others came when they could. The twilight of the situation began to shine into glimmering joy. Restoration seemed to be going smoothly for everyone.

But beneath Horizon High, one patient was in desperate need of help.


Black Cat convulsed erratically, crying out in pain. Blood was seen spilling from her mouth as she coughed. She gripped her chest, panting in agonizing pain.

"Danny! Danny!" She screamed, repeating the word, calling out to Danny Phantom as a familiar group of students in Horizon High came to hold her down.

Gwen Stacy looked at her readings as Peter and Miles held her. Despite the heroes' strength, keeping her down without applying too much pressure was the main obstacle.

"Her readings are off the charts!" Gwen yelled. "What's going on!?"

"Does it look like we can find out?!" Miles yelled.

Gwen glared at Miles with a look; she was not in the mood for sarcastic comments. Especially had been doing their part to help repair Horizon High in rotation while also monitoring Black Cat. Critical condition or not, they weren't going to let a random costumed stranger alone in the building. The kitten's condition would fluctuate between stable and chaotic, giving them a headache beyond imagination at times.

On top of that, they also had to keep themselves from peering underneath the girl's mask. While it was not right to invade her privacy like that, uncertain of the circumstances, the fact she was lying there so still created the temptation to demask her.

"Ok, we'll need to run another scan to find the causes of pain using an MRI scan to find any source of the pain!" Gwen said, who now had more guests.

"What's going on?!" Danny yelled as he came in. Deadpool followed with Black Jack, the latter looking around at the tech before gazing at Black Cat.

"All this technology, yet it can't save a single life," the doctor snarked with a frown. The observation seemed to anger him, standing tall with his arms crossed under his cloak.

"And who are you supposed to be?" Anya has just walked in with the principal, Max Modell. The girl had gone to get the founder, informing him of Black Cat's condition. The large man walked up to the doctor, wondering about the strange man.

"Please tell me you know—"

"The internal wounds are starting to spread. The blood is leaking into her body and could choke her," Black Jack said, interrupting Peter. he moved the boy away, bringing out scalpels from his robe. Their edges were sharpened beyond comprehension, almost like they could cut through steel.

A few key incisions as Black Cat calmed down as tubes were injected, relieving the strain of her blood flooding her system. Danny watched with concerned eyes as he saw the girl's vitals return to nominal form, hearing her heart rate stabilize.

"Thanks—"

"I have to operate." Those were the only words from Black Jack, telling everyone to leave. The man sterilized his hands and laid out his utensils, donning a white operation robe. With some resistance, the ghost boy was the last to leave, silently praying for the girl he loved to live.

As the hero waited in the hallway with the others, Agent Dicker had kept himself at the corner with his fellow agent. The blonde lady stared at her superior, glancing at the room where Black Jack was operating like an unsure child.

"Agent Dicker, why did you point the ghost boy in the direction of Black Jack?" The blonde lady asked. She tapped away at her tablet, turning it to show a picture of another doctor. "The NSA has Dr. Sunbright on file and call. He's the only doctor licensed to work on supers. Why not call him?"

Richard Dicker was silent. The man only uttered a few words here and there, but he was never one for explanations, mainly because they seemed to take too much time in his opinion. However, the man gave his coworker a neutral gaze, sighing with his stare.

"Yes, there's Sunbright, but there's more to it. Do you know what they call him?"

"Who? Sunbright? Or Black Jack?"

"For the sake of things, let's go with both." Dicker turned his body to face the woman. "People call Sunbright the super doctor. He's the only licensed doctor to operate on heroes." The man leaned in, his face still neutral. "But around the world, people call Black Jack: the surgeon with the hands of God."

The blonde agent was stunned to hear that. Some people compared supers to gods, evident by the lead hero costume designer, Edna Mode. To hear a mortal, especially an unlicensed doctor, called such a title was entirely different. The woman could barely hold her surprise, zigzagging her attention to the room Black Jack was in.

"B-but then why?"

Agent Dicker turned back to the door, watching for when Black Jack appeared. He didn't say a word as everyone waited.

Danny was a wreck for the hours that passed by. He could barely keep himself seated close, shaking nervously as he stared with unblinking eyes at the door. There were many times he got up, tempted to phase through and see how things were, but couldn't bring himself to follow through. From talking with his sister, the ghost boy knew about surgery and the skills needed to cut open the human body and examine it.

He didn't have the stomach or the heart to handle that sight.

One by one, the students left as Max Modell kept the ghost boy company. Even Deadpool left, saying something about meeting another Deadpool, not that anyone listened.

"You should rest," Max said, noticing how Danny seemed to accumulate stress like a snowball going downhill in the dead of winter.

"I'll once I know that Black Cat is better. Even then, I still want to see with my own eyes that she'll be alright. Then I'll get some shut-eye. Plus, I want to make sure she doesn't pull another disappearing act. Saving her or not, she's still is a thief," Danny replied as he continued watching the doors. He couldn't see through it, but that made him nervous.

"Don't trust her, huh?" Max asked, recognizing the look on the ghost boy's face.

"Not so much trust as I don't know if she'll change after this." That was a tough pill to swallow for the ghost boy. Love or not, his past experiences with Felicia Hardy and Black Cat differed like night and day, yin and yang. He sighed, wondering if this was a new beginning or something else. An attempt to place a hand on his shoulder caught the boy's attention.

"Believe it or not, people can surprise you." Max reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone.

"Then why can't I believe that?" Danny buried his face into his hands. The light from the man's device shined through his fingers. With a reluctant groan, the ghost boy looked at the screen, surprised to see a friend's words.

Staring at the screen, Danny looked to see the words of his best friend, Sam, emailing Max Modell. he knew the two had issues, but this put things into a new perspective. It seems his goth friend was apologizing like night and day, detailing her adventures working for Mr. Smithy.

"Months ago, we had an incident where a visitor misused a sutdent's drone project. The results caused us trouble, but the girl could have been arrested. But I put down the charges, thinking there was more for this young lady. I gave her a condition, charges are dropped, and she gets a job. Or that was the just of it, considering how her parents tried to bride and bury things," Max explained. It was one thing talking to Sam, but her parents were an entirely different headache. The memory of their talk had the man taking off his glasses and rubbing his head.

Maxwell can remember dealing with parental and public backlashes whenever his school got attacked or invaded, having to handle all the reporters questioning him about it. All that was less vexing than talking to Sam's parents, who seemed to be born in the wrong century.

Danny never noticed his feelings, staring at the screen. If Sam, the most stubborn person he knows, could convey her change and send letters, one of which was apologizing and taking responsibility for the incident, then the same could be said for Black Cat/Felicia.

A ping on the phone announcing a text, and the ghost boy saw the man was needed, handing the device back.

"I think you're needed in your office; something about Peter needing access to something for the servers..." Danny trailed off.

"I see," Max said as he looked at the message. The man waved goodbye as he left, hoping for the best.

Normally, this would be the part where being alone would have one own thoughts eat away at the anxiety and guilt building on his conscience, but the ghost boy did not have to wait long as Black Jack walked out. His white robe had small blood stains, but his face, his scared poker face, brimming with confidence as a small smirk formed.

"She's stable," Black Jack said as he walked away.

Danny rushed in, barely getting a second to thank the doctor. He was too focused on Black Ca-Felicia as she lay on the bed. Her wig and mask were on, but her suit was gone, replaced with bandages everywhere with some splits to hold her arms. The ghost boy blushed, now realizing if it weren't for the wrappings, she'd be naked.

"After twelve hours, she should be ready to be moved. I can't say she'd be taken in by a real hospital, but I think you can figure that part out," Black Jack said, staring at the boy. He knew that look, envying an eternal moment in his past.

The ghost boy nodded, silently thanking the doctor as he left. Whatever the price he would pay for this operation, it seemed to be worth it at the moment.

Danny thought about leaving to get some rest but needed to see with his eyes that Felicia was alright. So he grabbed a chair nearby to watch, sitting like a protective guardian angel next to Black Cat. He looked at her with a mixture of strong emotions dwelling inside him.

He felt relieved that she seemed to be alright, as her vitals and breathing were stabilizing. Yet he just couldn't help himself as he shed a few tears, thankful that he didn't lose her. The ghostly hero would never forgive himself if he acted too late. His thoughts were interrupted as he felt a gentle and soft hand touch his face and carefully wipe away one of his tears. Unsure of what to say at the moment, he simply spoke the first thing he could think of.

"H-hey," Danny said.

"...hey..." Black cat's voice was weak, but she could make out the shape of Danny, his glowing green eyes a dead giveaway of his identity. "...didn't...think you cared..."

A hand was grasped. The two locked eyes as their emotions hazed at one another, preventing any proper conversation.

"Did you really think that I wouldn't keep on chasing you? Even without our masks on?" Danny asked as he showed no signs of letting go of her hand.

"That thought never once crossed my mind, Blue-Green eyes." Black Cat responded as she smiled happily as the very first person she saw was Danny himself, looking out for her like a knight in shining armor.


Black Jack went to the couch, wanting to rest. After a successful operation, this had been his ritual, but it seemed he had company. A government agent in a black suit with a blonde woman dressed in the same manner. It seemed his nap would have to wait.

"Agent Dicker, I take it?"

The NSA agent nodded, holding out a hand. It wasn't a genuine greeting but rather out of obligation, like businessmen.

"Dr. Black Jack, I believe we could use someone of your skill here." Dicker handed a tablet, displaying citizens in critical conditions. Some were bleeding out or hemorrhaging, while others had broken bones. "More and more innocent lives are shown to be in danger, and it seems most of the doctors are out. Some you can see in the photos and others are unconscious."

The Japanese doctor said nothing, scrolling through the gallery with a neutral, stern face. Whatever was on his mind was kept to himself, only returning the tablet and returning to the couch. Sitting down, the men made eye contact.

"I take it you can foot my bill?" Black Jack quipped, his face still emotionless.

"I'll work with the NSA, and we'll figure something out."

Black Jack nodded, walking away as more work came. With skills like his in high demand, it seemed there was more to the ghost boy's arrival than was let on. But the doctor said nothing as he put on his cloak. With a potentially endless supply of clients, this could fabricate more than just monetary gain, especially since an organization affiliated with the government was asking him.

But before he left, the doctor glanced at the room where the ghost boy and kitten were. He saw how they gazed into each other's eyes, reminding him of a time when he was in the same position, saving the woman he loved during his college years.

Life was never straightforward, but he silently prayed for their health. To pay for his skills would cost many millions of dollars, but the lesson Danny and Black Cat would be learning was worth more.


The days went by as New York slowly rebuilt itself. It wasn't long before people were out on the streets, minding their own business again. New York was the city that never sleeps, and its citizens seemed to be keen on keeping things their way. This was evident as a certain blonde girl made her way to school.

Wheeling herself into school, Felicia took in the sight of her classmates. It felt like years since she saw them, but it was hard to tell with all the emotional mayhem she went through the past few months. Despite pleas from her mother, the girl insisted she could handle moving. A compromise was made between the mother and daughter, as the chair could be used manually and mechanically.

The doors of Horizon High opened for normal classes again after a week off for repairs. Everyone was happy to see each other after the outbreak.

While Felicia did not have a social circle, she was still pleased to see the attention the student body gave. The usual boys had fawned over her, but their faces held more platonic emotions. She even saw Peter and his friends, with Anya and Gwen waving hello, a surprising feat for the former as the blonde girl wheeled away.

And she was not the only one to notice as Peter, Miles, and Gwen gave Anya a smirk.

"What?" Anya asked, putting her hand down. She almost felt insulted when her friends laughed.

"Nothing. It's just nice to see you're putting aside your rivalry against Felicia to say hi," Gwen explained, placing an arm over her friend's shoulder.

"Especially since you try to out do her in every subject while she gets without any effort," Miles quipped. That earned him a tongue lashing as his friend did everything to save her pride, causing Peter and Gwen to laugh, glad things were back to normal.

Or so they thought.

"Will Felicia Hardy please report to Max Modell's office," the speakers announced in the hallway.

It was strange to hear such words. However, nothing had been normal for a week, so this might be respected. The girl wheeled herself over, declining anyone's help to push her, even Peter's, as his friends teased him a bit.

Max Modell had always been a kind principal to the students. Instead of being called Mr. Modell or Principal Modell, he always asked the students called him Max like he was a friend. Being called to the principal's office was a sign of trouble in most high schools. This a bad omen in any teenager's life, but there was no such fear in Felicia's heart.

As the glass doors slid open to Modell's office, the girl gave a smile. But Max had a sad face, almost like he wasn't happy about what he would say next.

"Is something wrong, Max?" Felicia asked.

Max sighed, gesturing for the girl to come closer as the doors closed. This was not easy for him to say, but it was better to rip the band-aid off in one go.

"Ms. Hardy, I'm afraid you'll have to retake the school year."


And The New York Arc is done. What will happen with Felicia if she's gonna be held back? Well, I know, but I want to keep ya'll guessing for the next chapter.

Hey Fuzzy! Me and the other Deadpool from pokemon fan 1991 are starting the Golden Girls marathon! If ya wanna join, finish things up!

On my way!

Special Thanks! to Flower Princess11 for all her help!

Special Thanks! to Jay The Average Fanboy for all his help!

And a special thanks to everyone for giving this fic more than 200 favs and follows! I never thought this ifc would reach this many!

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Zorobak: It's actually Big Bads. Pardon the typo. Thanks for letting me know. It has been fixed.

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LockAndKey989: Thank you! I was going to have more references like Oishinbo, Way of the House Husband, We never Learn, and maybe Hard Boiled Cop and Dolphin. The first three do exist in this fic.

Invader Johnny: You'd be surprised. Black Jack is not a saint, but he's not a devil either.

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61394: Pinoko is actually 27, like she said. There's a reason for that and why she looks like a child, but more on that later. You don't like Danny and Gwen? I wanted to have Stan Lee and Osamu Tezuka appear in the same room. Those guys are legends!

RonaldM40196867: Deadpool in the X-Men? Sounds interesting, considering it is the X-Men: Evolution series. Deadpool is useful for many references. No clue.

Luiz4200: Yeah, but Dr. Possible doesn't have the skills of Black Jack.

germanjustiniano9: La magia se usará más tarde. Sigo trabajando en eso. Ya tengo en mente el encendido de Black Cat. En cuanto al simbionte, aparecerá en un arco posterior. No hay forma de que tenga un fic de Spider-Man y no lo incluya.

Jay The Average Fanboy: Saitama will not make an appearance...maybe. I'm working on something else. Depends on the situation.

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