Chapter two - Up close and personal

Not a second after leaving the hotel... BANG! A crater is made right in front of the two government agents, and within said crater... A certain vampire ghost cradeling his head while glaring up in the air. Natasha and Clint ducked behind the car but followed his gaze only to spot... Danny Phantom in the ectoplasmic flesh. Surrounded by four giant electric blue arms made of frost like a Hindu deity The Vampire stood and his eyes and hands glowed fuschia in rage at the teenager who wore a hard grimace in return... The vamp moved first, roaring in rage against the boy who just did the ninja hand sign for BOAR upon which the four blue arms combined into two a piece and smashed the Vampire into the concrete below again.

"DAMN YOU, DANIEL! " The Vampire raged. "Why you won't you just join me?! TOGETHER WE COULD RULE THE WORLD! " The grimace on Danny's face turned into a full on scowl as his eyes glowed a fierce electric blue and this time he used the OX hand sign only for one of the fists to disappear and then knock the vamp into the air then for another to disappear and reappear by his side and knock him into another building.

"You done being crazy, Plasmius or do I have make another point?" Phantom taunted. His question was answered by the vamp trying yet again to attack him, Natasha watched intently as the boy facepalmed... Hand sign of the SERPENT... Plasmius as he was so-called was grabbed by two of the four blue arms then punched out by the other two from opposite ends. "Point made. "

"F-fine, you win. " Plasmius groaned out in pain as the stars started to dance across his eyes. "But know this you may have won the battle ~!" Phantom made one last hand sign... THE RAM... Plasmius was chucked a good thirty miles out. Clint stood up then surveyed the area, a good amount of people were out namely teenagers as they blogged and uploaded videos of the fight, he then directed his attention to Phantom only... He had disappeared. He then turned back to look at the direction Plasmius was thrown only to spot a budding mushroom cloud.

"Damn..."

"Ya think? " Mused Widow as she came and stood by him in mild anger. "But my thing is two inhumanes just had a smack down in the middle of the damn street and these kids are more worried about catching it on tape than their own damn safety~!"

"You get used to that." The two covert agents turned only to spot the hotel owner, a white haired old lady in good shape, she wore a periwinkle shirt with white pants.

"Ms. Parkins, what can you tell use about that? " Natasha.

"The vamp fighting the kid is called 'Plasmius', he usually haunts the upper east side of Amity where the richies live. Hell, that menace is the reason I moved from over there to be perfectly honest. "

"What about Phantom?" Clint asked as he leaned against the car.

"Oh, the kid is more of angel than a terror. " She acclaimed. "I mean he did have his little rebel phase but other than he is nothing but a hero. He aims to protect and please, the only real problem anybody can really have with him is collateral damage. " At that she pointed to the building across the street where Plasmius had made a crater. Natasha then asked a question.

"When did he first show up? "

"About three - two years ago. Ya might wanna talk to the Fenton's on that one. " She mused. "Shame really, he had to be at least fifteen or sixteen when he passed. "

"Got an address? " Clint asked and at his question Ms. Parkins started laughing.

"No matter where you go in this town, you can't miss it. " At her tease, Clint looked around the area only to spot a giant glowing sign in the distance on hanging from an operation center.

"She's right... Let's get a move on. " At that he got in the car, and started it up. Natasha thanked the kind owner and got in then they sped off.

A bit into their drive, Natasha did a bit more digging but this time on the Fenton's. She found them to be eccentric but intelligent and brilliant plus their research was eating at her: Ectology, the study of ghosts. Their findings included the physiology of ghosts and their compositions involving something called a core which was supposedly the source of a ghost life. An in-depth analysis of obsession and how it affects ghostly behavior plus something that would give Anthony Edward Stark a run for his money... Ecto Weaponology. Creating weapons from a source of unknown energy called ectoplasm, Ectoplasm apparently rivaled the Tesseract in destructive power but was moderately harmless to humans in the right conditions.

"Ya know something, Barton? "

"What? "

"I'm surprised these guys aren't on the map. Their research would literally KILL Stark. Ecto- Mechanics, Quantum Core Theory? COLD! Plasma based weaponry? SHIELD should've been working with these people from the get-go. "

"Somebody must be holding em back. "Clint mused in return. "Because with weapons like those, they would've been on our Watch list."

"Exactly. " Natasha agreed. "Plus I can't shake the feeling that the ghost-boy has something to do with them." Barton couldn't agree more which is why instead of heading to FentonWorks as agreed upon, he changed direction and went towards the school. Yes, it was break time for the students but it was a teacher workday so if anybody could truly give them info on the two teens in that photo it would be the teachers.

"I thought we were heading to FentonWorks." She stated.

"We are... After this quick pit stop to the school..."

"Why? "

"Because if anybody can match our profiling skills and give us the four-one-one on those two kids in the back of that photo it'd be their teachers. " He supplied. "So... We're going to the school."

Mr. Lancer could only groan at the results of his Shakespeare test, a handful of A's, a nice bundle of B's, quite a few C's but mainly D's and F's, saddening. He had finally just worked his way to the bottom of the pile and he was stunned by the end of grading the kid's test. Whose test was it you may ask, Daniel James Fenton's... A solid A. Lancer smiled softly at the results, Danny's grades were finally on the come up, granted he remained a float during that weird downward spiral he went through at the beginning of the year that still didn't have a cause behind it but now he was back at the top of his class, solid A's and B's. He could tell the boy had an affinity for the darker tales like Dracula, Poe's Tales, and the Paranormal/ Occult (which mildly scared the man) but the teen also enjoyed mythological stories from the 13th and 14th century like Greek and Hindu, and Norse myths. But who was Lancer to complain of the boy's reading taste, his grades were up and that's all that matters. He was about to setup his lesson plan for Tuesday when the students came back when there was a knock at his door.

"Come in. " He called while digging in his desk for a spare textbook.

"Mr. Lancer? L. Lancer? " The overweight teacher looked towards his door only to find a sweet faced red head and a dirty blond haired model, he motioned for them to come in.

"Rebecca Maxwell, author." She chimed sweetly and they shook hands.

"Frank Dillon, photographer . " The man supplied and they repeated the notion, Lancer pulled some chairs and they had a seat.

"So what brings you two here? " Lancer asked. "Problematic children, failing and corrupt government systems? "

"No. " Rebecca softly laughed. "What can you tell us about this town's... The Paranormal Activity?"

"Ah! You're one of those... " He sighed out. "Well... For starters this place gets hit worst a majority of the time. And according to the minimal amount of research, the Fenton's have done and published is because teens are the most prone to emotional and environmental changes, so... The ghosts mainly attack here and if not here the Nasty Burger. "

"Why? " Frank asked.

"Because teens are fickle to their emotions and wear their hearts on their sleeves. "

"Ghosts feed on that?" Rebecca finished.

"Yes. " Lancer supplied. "But I'm not as well versed on the subject. The Fenton's take care of the ghostly research around here, they even teach a class."

"Cool." Frank mused. "Is it a once a week thing or ~!"

"With all the ghostly activity and students not caring for their safety, the school turned it into a full on mandatory course. "

"Smart and savvy. " Rebecca complimented. "Any particular ghouls stick out to you that we should watch out for? "

"All of them! " Lancer scoffed in reply. "But if I had to voice my choice problem causer, I'd point at that Punk Rock apparition, Ember McClain."

"Nice, what's her niche? " Frank asked.

"She came here with her repetitive and narcissistic song then turned all our students including the stars into her mindless chanting droids. Musicophilia! " The man pinched the bridge of his nose on that memory in frustration. At this the two let the man simmer a bit before going back in on him by having a quiet conversation off to the side.

"This place is literally a hot-spot for these things to feed on."

"I can't believe he just cursed with a book title." At this Rebecca gave Frank a glare. "What?! "

"What we need is to find out if he has a clue who Phantom was before he died."

"Thinking about performing that seance?"

"You play too much. " She teased back. "But no, it might help us find his grave and he might be connected to this place upon which his presence maybe acting as a beacon of some sort to other supernaturals and inhumans. "

"If it was this town would be in way more trouble than simple ghost attacks. " At that they tuned back into Lancer who had taken up setting up his lesson plan while the two chatted.

"What can you tell us about Danny Phantom? " Rebecca asked. At this the man went pale but sighed.

"That poor boy... I mean he NEVER went HERE. But he had to have died about a two- three years ago. He's the town's protector. "

"I caught a pic of him from a fight. " Frank chimed as he flipped through his camera. "Is there a name for this move or spell he's using?"

"Shiva's arms. "

"What is that? " Rebecca.

"Well according to the Fenton's as ghosts increase in level and power, they pick up new techniques and powers. " Lancer answered while examining the photo. "I named this move for them when they started to profile Phantom's powers. He is technically the strongest ghost in the whole town, defeated the king apparently. He's claimed to be an ice type ghost, this move he developed on his own though. "

"How can you tell? " Asked Rebecca as she leaned in to examine the photo with him.

"Because when he first started using it, these arms were all out of shape and not as coordinated but here you can see he has ultimately mastered the technique by the fact the arms have definition and form. "

"Great. " Groaned Frank, Rebecca just giggled.

"Well, this has been enlightening and fun. " She acclaimed as she stood, followed by Frank. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Lancer." The teacher slash assistant principal shook hands with both of them then they went for the door. Frank was halfway out before.

"Ooh! Wait! " He over to Lancer and showed him the photo of Phantom with the two teens in the foreground. "Any clue who these two kids are in the back? " Lancer put on his glasses and squinted till realization hit him with a mild bit of surprise. A Goth girl with purple eyes and black hair wearing a black midriff shirt and purple skirt with combat boots and an a African American boy wearing a yellow shirt with khaki shorts and Timberlands with a red beret.

"That's Sam Manson and Tucker Foley. What are they doing? " Frank put the photo back in his chest pocket.

"Is it possible we can speak with them tomorrow or some time this week? " Frank quizzed.

"I'll do you one better. " Lancer countered. "I can give you their schedules," He logged into the teacher net and pulled up the three teens, he KNEW they needed, hold up better make it four. "They're actually a trio of sorts. "

"Trio? "Rebecca chimed.

"Yes, Ms. Manson, Mr. Foley and one, Daniel James Fenton. They're always in the same classes together but what strikes me as odd at times is that they take the classes no else takes seriously." Lancer replied. "And as an intellectual bonus unto you, I added his sister's schedule as well, Jasmine Fenton. " He handed over the papers.

"First Aid 101, Medicinal Practice One, Herbalism... Sewing?" Rebecca mused, something was off about these kids more so than normal. "If we're talking to anyone these kids take the cake, thank you Mr. Lancer. " At that they left.