Chapter 6 of my AEMH/DP Fanfic.

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes or Danny Phantom.

A/N: I've been told you guys are wondering what's going on in Danny's head. Well, here you are.

Enjoy! :D

I couldn't see. It was completely black. Something hot covered my wrists, ankles and neck, but I when I tried to move, pain laced throughout my body. My head swam. It hurt to breathe. What had happened?

"I think he's waking up."

"Give him more…"

Cold raced throughout my body. I cringed, shaking my head and silently complaining as it pounded even more. I tried to move my hands, but they were restrained. Why was I restrained?

"It's not working. I'll go get him." There was the sound of a chair scraping against the floor, accompanied by the creaking of a door's hinges as it opened and closed. I could still sense another being in the room. Low murmuring sounded, and I assumed the being was talking. I was just too out of it to understand. Then,

"What are you?"

Something snapped deep within. White hot raced through my veins. He was trying to break free.

No. A low growl escaped my throat. I shook my head. You are not going to break free.

On, dear Daniel. I already did.

At that moment, my body froze. I was too weak to fight whatever they'd given me. Why? I was never affected by human drugs…why was it…why—

Captain entered the infirmary, where they'd moved Tony. Panther stood at the monitor.

"How's he doing?"

"His vitals are unstable, and I cannot fix this." The Wakandan King faced the soldier. "Whatever this… teenager did, it severely damaged Tony."

Captain's eyes narrowed and crossed his arms. "We need to figure who this person and why he attacked us." He pulled out his ID card. "Hawkeye, Hank, how is our captive doing?"

"He started to wake, but we gave him more sedative."

"Why didn't it work? That sedative's strong enough to keep Hulk under for days."

"I don't—" Hawkeye cut off as a growl sounded in the background.

"Hawkeye? What is it? What's wrong?"

It was silent for a moment and then the archer responded. "The kid's having a nightmare, by the looks of it. He's switching between the voice we heard earlier and his regular, I think. We're trying to keep him under, but his body rejects whatever we use."

"Keep working. I'm on my way."

The door moved noiselessly as Captain entered the lab. Bright fluorescent lights blazed down. He noticed Hawkeye in a chair, head lolling to one side. His eyes were closed and his breathing even; he was asleep.

"Hank?"

Movement came from a large desk near him. The scientist was there, head resting in his arms. He was asleep as well. Captain hesitated. He was never one for disturbing others when they were at peace. Instead, he turned to the large cell where the teenager was being kept. It was built of one-way glass, so only the people outside could see in.

The teen was still restrained with energy draining handcuffs tied to the bed he was in. his black hair covered half his face, exposing skin that looked pallid and sweaty. He was shaking, head moving side to side frantically. The rise and fall of his chest showed he was breathing heavily. His hands were clenched,; Captain could see the blood his fingernails had drawn. Hawkeye had been right. The kid was experiencing a nightmare—a bad one, by the looks of it. He put a hand on the door.

"I wouldn't mess with him if I were you."

Captain whipped around to see Hawkeye, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Despite the fact that he was no longer a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent or assassin, Hawkeye still knew how to scare the mess out of everyone around him.

"How was he doing earlier?"

Hawkeye yawned. "We gave him as sedative as we could whenever he didn't lash out at us." He looked inside at the teenager, who was still breathing heavily. "I'm surprised he hasn't shown any reactions. There's stuff in the sedative strong to counter Hulk's gamma radiation."

Captain nodded, humming in agreement. "Tell Hank I stopped by when he wakes. Call me if he regains consciousness."

Hawkeye yawned and waved a dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, Boss Man."

I was running. I didn't know why; I just was. My body didn't seem to be in pain anymore. I felt completely functional.

But I knew who was chasing me.

Him.

I could hear his laugh, feel his dark aura, hungry and yearning for control. Whenever he came too close, vertigo washed over me.

He laughed. Dark, evil, piercing to the very soul. A sound of true sadistic intention.

You can't run much longer.

I will find you.

I will destroy you.

Despite his ominous threat, I still ran. I knew it wouldn't work but it was worth a try.

Pain laced through my body, making every limb, nerve, and vein scream. My heart beat erratically, throwing itself against my ribs like a fist pounding itself through a wall. Fire raced throughout every part available. He took that moment to inflict as much torment as possible, cackling wildly.

My scream echoed in my ears...

"Hank?" A hand was on the scientist's arm, shaking his awake.

"What?" Pym opened a hazel eye, glaring. It was Hawkeye.

"You need to see this." The archer actually seemed…worried?

"Why can't it wait?"

Hawkeye grinned. "You're starting to sound like me." The grin vanished just as quickly as it appeared. "Something's wrong with the kid."

Hank shot out of his chair. "What? Is he loose?"

"Would I be conscious if he was?" Hawkeye snapped.

"I'm not trying to start anything, and you know that." His tone was bitter as well, but he composed himself before it would become evident. The archer had a temper and could hold a grudge for a long time. He began to apologize, but froze when his eyes found the captive.

The kid was in a much worse state than Hank remembered. His body was racked with violent shudders, chest rising and falling in quick motions. A scowl was on his face, lips pulled back to expose teeth that looked as sharp as fangs.

"When did it start?"

"Not too long ago. He had been talking before I fell asleep, but woke me when he screamed."

"What—he screamed?"

"You were too out of it to hear." Hank could hear the grin in the archer's voice. "What have you been doing to make yourself all dead-beat like that?"

"Never mind about me, we have to do something!" He made to open the door, only to be stopped by a hand on his arm.

Hawkeye stared intensely at him. "Hank, are you sure about this? We don't want him waking and attacking again."

"Don't you think I know that, Hawkeye? I only need to give him more sedative, and hopefully it will calm him down. Once it wears off and we're sure about his not wanting to attack us, Captain and Panther can come do their questioning." He glanced at Hawkeye, who realized the order the scientist was giving and took his hand from his arm.

"Besides," Hank continued as he entered the open command into the cell's keypad, "I have you to back me up."