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five-rivers · 9 months
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Life's Great Lie 17
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“Oh, thank God,” said Tony, “Bruce is here.”  All the other green, angry looking people were secondary, as far as he was concerned.  Having the Hulk on hand meant that he didn’t have to play Jonah again.  That had been.  Unpleasant.
A dart of red broke off the crowd of ghosts and angled towards Tony.  Valerie Gray.  And Bruce, too.  As Bruce. 
“Where do you want us?” shouted Valerie. 
“Take your pick!” shouted Tony, even as he lined up more shots.  He was going to be running out of all but the special anti-ghost ordinance soon.  “But—Bruce, you’re going to have to suit up.”
“Of course,” said Bruce, rubbing his face.  “Yeah.  Okay.  You would call it that.  Miss Gray, if you could take me up towards one of those…  big things…”  He gestured vaguely at the space whales.
“Cool!” said Tony, giving them a thumbs up.  “Now, all we need to do is get a shield around the portals, and we can roll up the streets.  No problem!”
“Sir,” said Jarvis.  “You may want to look at the Ops Center.”
What was going on now?  He turned and watched the shield around the airship flicker once, twice, and then go out completely.  The chitauri, who apparently were smart enough to smell blood in the water, regardless of any other tactical deficiencies, changed direction. 
“Well, that’s not good.  Anyone want to fill me in on what’s going wrong?”
“Well,” started Jasmine Fenton. 
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“What happened to the thing being self-sustaining?” demanded Natasha as she punched out another mercenary.  Where had Loki even found these guys?  They weren’t even mind controlled.  Who in their right mind signed up to fight for the aliens in a literal alien invasion?
“Listen,” said Maddie Fenton, a little testily, “we quite literally built it on the fly.  It isn’t operating at peak theoretical efficiency, but it’s a testament to Jack’s engineering skills that we got it to work at all, much less while also trying to come up with a workable solution for the shields.  Be glad we have enough power to keep the portal open, even.”
“Forget the shields,” interrupted Tucker, his voice crackling slightly.  The Fentons’ communicators weren’t bad, and apparently they worked through the ‘spectral noise’ associated with ghosts, but they left something to be desired in comparison to the crystal-clear communications Natasha had gotten used to while working for SHIELD.  “Well, no, don’t forget them, forget them, we might still be able to—I’ve got— What’s your name again, dude? —I’ve got Selvig up here, and he says that if we can get Loki’s staff, we can shut down his portal.”
“Great!” shouted Steve.  “Anyone have eyes on Loki?”
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The answer to that was, of course, a resounding no. 
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“Oi, Tucker, you want to run by that thought you had about the shields again?”
Under other circumstances, Tucker might have been over the moon.  Tony Stark, asking him about something technical!  It was like a dream come true! 
But between the mind control, the alien invasion, and whatever was going on with SHIELD and HYDRA, Tucker’s enthusiasm for anything was pretty much nil.  So. 
“Uh,” said Tucker.  He and Selvig were standing in front of Loki’s portal device.  Well.  Tucker was sort of crouching, and Selvig was… sprawled.  That couldn’t be a good position for a guy that old, but whatever.  “So, Loki got the startup power for this thing from the, uh, the tower’s arc reactor, right?  So, it’s still plugged in.  The connection is live, and it looks like he used standard connectors.  Not, you know, a twelve-gauge extension cord, but Earth-made.  I think maybe we can use it to charge up the shields and use one here as the centerpiece – the power source – instead of the one in the Ops Center.  If it’s, like compatible.  Is that a thing we can do?  Mrs. Fenton?”
“Well, it isn’t impossible,”she said.  “But those portable shield relays – they weren’t made as independent shield generators, and for them to run on something other than ectoplasm – Jack, sweetie, do we still have those blueprints? – Thanks.  Alright, Tucker, you’ll have to make significant adjustments to the shield relay, probably even cannibalize one of them.  Are you able to do that?”
“Well,” said Tucker.  “Maybe?  I’ve got a lipstick laser and…”  He looked over his shoulder.   “Selvig.  Sort of.  But if it’s anything more complicated than rewiring the Speeder’s main gun to fire from the backseat window console, I’m going to need a bunch of tools and a science guy who isn’t dead on his feet.  No offense.”
Selvig waved him off. 
“You’re the one who—?  Never mind.  It is more complicated.  Quite a bit more complicated.”
“I’ll also need, you know, the generators.  Relays?”
“I’m still on my way,” said Romanov.  She sounded… upset.
“And so am I,” said Iron Man.  “Kid, I’ve got all sorts of tools in my apartment.  And dummy, too.”
Okay.  Cool.  Also, what did dummies have to do with anything?  Was that rich people code for something?
“Okay, want to give me directions, or am I supposed to just start pulling out drawers?”
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“Hey!  Where’re you going?”
“You need more cover,” said Sam.  “This is what I have the jetpack for, remember?  Arrow boy isn’t going to get all of them, and they do have ranged weapons.”
It was true, one well-aimed shot through the Ops Center envelope could send the whole thing down.  They weren’t using hydrogen gas, of course, but an ectoplasm-nitrogen mix, so there was no danger of becoming Hindenburg Mk II, unless the aliens’ energy weapons reacted really badly with ectoplasm, but there hadn’t been any evidence of that yet, so…
Anyway, it didn’t matter.  Jazz was too busy keeping the Ops Center and the portal steady to do much else. 
“Be careful,” she said. 
“Can’t make any promises!”
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Fury was having a bad day.  A really, monumentally, bad day.  One that was part of an already awful week but still managed to go above and beyond in terms of how completely awful it was. 
Primarily, he blamed HYDRA.  They were very easy to blame and were, in his opinion, responsible for at least seventy percent of the metric ton of crap he was currently wading through. 
But then, then he got a call. 
The call. 
Which meant that he had to take this boat riddled with snakes to fight off an alien invasion over New York.  Peachy. 
If ever he’d been tempted to give old friends a call…  But he wouldn’t.  Not yet. 
“Sir,” said Coulson, joining him smoothly as he walked down the hallway toward the main bridge. 
“What’d you find?”
“We have problems, sir.  Using the head start we were given, I’ve found no less than seventy problem areas on this ship… and some indications that the World Security Council may have similar issues.  We also have to assume there are unseen variables at play.”
Fury did not miss a step.  Benefit of being a cynical bastard.  The WSC was a shock, and a disaster on multiple levels, but the other number was… livable.  “Are there any particular personnel involved in these problems?”
“STRIKE teams seem to have an unusually high number of incidents.  Upwards of ninety percent.”
Fury strode onto the bridge.  “Tell the STRIKE teams to prepare to mobilize and pilots to scramble.”  Uriah gambits were unpleasant… but if he could kill two birds with one stone, he would, and he wouldn’t feel bad about it.  “What kind of air power are we looking at?”
“Significant,” said a comm. tech who was flipping through different news programs.  “They seem to have biologically based technology of some kind, weaponry is mainly energy-based, propulsion… unclear.”
Wonderful.  Fury scanned the other screens, trying to get a better picture of what, exactly, was happening in New York.  What tactics the enemy was using, what numbers they had, what resistance had been put up so far and by whom. 
“Sir,” said Agent Hill.  “The council is on.”
The council.  The same one Coulson had just told him was infiltrated by HYDRA.  The same one that would probably find a way to make their present situation all the more untenable and Fury’s day infinitely worse. 
It was a pity he couldn’t ignore them. 
“Put them on.”
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Pandora hissed at the sting of the enemies’ weapons.  They were not ectoblasts, no, but there was the taste of something like magic to them, and energy was energy.  Still, they were not enough to damage her unduly, although they might prove troublesome, dangerously so, for the weaker ghosts of their force. 
But that was the nature of war.  Few battles were won without bloodshed. 
Her warriors should otherwise be a match for the chitauri.  The chitauri had numbers, doubtlessly, but her warriors had experience.  And once Frostbite and Dorathea lead their forces onto the battlefield, well… She could not estimate the number of enemies.  She had been told that they came from the stars, and those lands were numerous to the point of being innumerable.  Even so, there was a limit to passage through a choke point, and even the stars themselves may not turn things in the favor of a commander caught in one, no matter their numbers. 
But the ghosts, too, must pass through a portal.  Pandora eyed the slight waver in the portal’s outline with disfavor.  She was no expert in such matters, but many years of existence had given her some intuition for how portals should behave.  This one was stable enough, but not for long. 
All the more reason to resolve things quickly. 
“Hunter,” she said. 
“What?” snapped the mechanical man, the burnished plates of his armor flashing in the Sun. 
“Your task.  Find Phantom.  Free him from whatever compulsion he is under.”  Although Phantom still had much to learn, he was undeniably powerful.  Returning him to his proper allegiance would
Skulker looked away from the beast he was dismembering with some reluctance.  “Fine.  Dog.  Come here.”
The dog ignored him.  As it was Phantom’s, and Skulker hadn’t made the effort to learn its name, that was really no surprise.  Still, Skulker gestured at it.  It, in turn, bounded away, yipping.
“Are you, or are you not, the greatest hunter in the Infinite Realms?  Find him with or without the dog.”
Skulker grumbled but flew off.  Good. 
Pandora manifested a joint in her neck just long enough to crack it and drummed her fingers on the lid of her box.  It had been too long, far too long, since she had engaged in a proper battle against evil, and the more vicious of the leviathans flying through the air looked like they would, at least, give her a challenge. 
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Thor had become more open-minded since his short stay on Earth, with Dr. Selvig, Darcy, and… Dr. Jane Foster.  Truly.  But he had to admit, these ghosts were unnerving.  Too similar by far to the draugr that had ofttimes haunted the stories of bards – the ones that made his father glare and try to shoo away both Thor and Loki. 
He had to find his brother.  Soon.  With all that had happened, with how, exactly, Loki had behaved, he believed, truly believed Daniel Fenton’s assertion Loki was being controlled, somehow. 
It was a foul thing, to put such a geas on a prince of Asgard���  Although, to be fair, putting a geas on anyone was foul.  It just seemed especially foul to Thor, that someone should do it to his brother. 
Loki had, perhaps, never been quite so good as one might hope, but he had always been… himself, as vague as that description was.  Even when he’d been consumed by madness, letting jotnar into Asgard, sending the Destroyer after people on Earth, he had still been himself.
Thor did not like this new version of Loki, who was very much…  It was like seeing his brother through a warped pane of glass, or in a reflection.  In fact, he liked it so little that he couldn’t even enjoy the utter destruction he was wrecking on the chitauri, lightning, head-crushing, and all.  Not that he had been enjoying combat quite as much as he once did in general.
The price of being worthy, he presumed. 
Alas. 
A bright green flying dog whipped past him at speed, heading towards the tower.  He narrowed his eyes at it.  Most of the ghosts had stayed concentrated around the portals.  What cause had this one to stray?
But he could not go investigate.  He could still hear the screams of the civilians cornered in the buildings nearby.  He would not leave them to fend for themselves until he had cleared this street. 
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Danny and Loki would both have preferred to use the elevators.  Unfortunately, significant parts of the main upper elevator shaft had been repurposed for extension-cable-from-hell-powering-up-a-doomsday-device purposes, and no one wanted to mess with that, and the military-type guys they still had with them recommended shutting them off from a tactical perspective of ‘there’s more of them then there are of us, and we don’t want to guard them all.’  So.  No elevators. 
Danny could have just dropped them through the floor instead, but Loki seemed concerned about the effect serially dropping through floors had on Danny. 
Or, well, the effect that the effect it had on Danny was having on him, in any case. 
“I refuse to get stuck in a ceiling again.  I am a god.  I am to be treated with some degree of gravitas.”
“It was one time.  You should’ve seen what I was like when I first got my powers.”
“And how long ago was that?”
“Year and a half ago, about.”
Anyway, they were taking the stairs.  Danny wasn’t really upset about it, because it gave him more time to be annoying.  Right now, he was in the midst of a recital of all the ‘annoying younger sibling’ noises he had ever made.  Right now, he was working on ‘long drawn out sighs,’ which had really been a hit with Jazz, when he’d been eight.  Which was to say, she hated them.  A lot. 
And Loki didn’t seem to a have a lot of tolerance, either. 
“What,” he snapped, “are you doing?”
“Nothing,” said Danny, enjoying the way Loki’s face pinched up, as if he were searching for a way to order him to stop without really screwing up his other orders…
… speaking of which, could Danny have interpreted ‘get me out of here’ to mean ‘get me out of New York?’  Maybe.  But at this point, there were plenty of reasons to want them both in New York, including-- 
Danny’s train of thought derailed as he noticed the sound of footsteps echoing up the stairwell.  He looked down and then threw himself backwards as a redheaded woman – Romanov – brought a gun to bear on him.  She fired, twice, in quick succession.  Wow.  Rude.  And pretty brutal, too, but then again, New York was being invaded by aliens.  And she knew about his powers. 
(Hecking Fury, telling people about his powers.)
Although, considering trajectories… no, he was too sleep deprived to consider trajectories. 
He grabbed Loki’s arm, intending to drop them through the floor. 
“No, wait,” said Loki.  “Let’s see what the Widow wants.”  There was a malicious, almost cruel, edge to his voice, but there was a hollowness underneath it.  He did want to see why Black Widow, Natasha Romanov, was here, but the tone, the phrasing, was just to rile her up. 
Or to appear as if he wanted to rile her up.  Danny hadn’t listened to all the things Barton and Loki had discussed – too busy freaking out about the whole situation vis a vis mind control and alien invasions – but he hadn’t gotten the impression she was all that easy to rile up. 
But Danny had his orders.  And he still had to defend Loki.  Ice began to spread out from under his feet.  It was a bit sluggish, but it would give him the terrain advantage as far as maneuvers went.  The Widow kicked open the door on her landing and rolled out, into the floor beyond, staying more or less out of direct line of fire for both Danny and Loki. 
“I have eyes on Loki,” she said, out loud. 
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“Crap,” said Tony, tossing the box to the Foley kid.  “Sorry, got to go, but hey!”  He was already heading for the edge of the roof.  “Maybe we won’t even need that if we do this right!”
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Black Widow definitely been looking for them, which wasn’t surprising, but what was she carrying?  The bag was bulky and angular.  A weapon?  If so, why hadn’t she used it? 
Loki stepped out past Danny but stayed well within Danny’s ability to grab – or drop through the floor, if necessary.  Making the floor intangible instead was a valid strategy. 
“What is it you want, Widow?  Natasha Romanov?”
Romanov, meanwhile, had disappeared, almost as thoroughly as Danny could.  He tilted his head to one side, listening.  This floor, it seemed, had been imagined as semi-open lab space.  There were long work benches, empty places for equipment, some kind of robotic arm in the ceiling, and a cart full of plastic-wrapped computers, monitors and towers together. 
It was kind of cool.  There were a lot of places to hide. 
“Is this… revenge?  For Barton?”  Loki’s smile was sharp.  “He told me much about you, and I suppose Stark mentioned avenging this place.”  Two false images split off from Loki to prowl among the lab tables.  “It suits you better than it does him.  But don’t you think it somewhat… hypocritical?”
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“Okay, Romanov, here’s how it is.  Loki likes illusions?  Let’s give him an illusion.”
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Danny saw a flash of red out of the corner of his eye and angled himself to intercept, but no attack came. 
“After all… you’ve done so much… so much that others would be more than justified retaliating for, don’t you think?  All those regime changes, shall we call them?  And Barton’s no better, really.”  He hummed.  “The things you two did together.  Drakov’s daughter?  Sāo Paulo?  The hospital fire?  And you think taking vengeance on me will change anything?  You think it will make you some sort of hero?  Give you peace?  When you—”
One of the doors flew open, revealing Iron Man.  Who plowed through one fake Loki (Faki?  Fauki?  Fauxki?  Meh, he’d workshop it.) and swerved to shoot one of his repulsors at another.  Romanov popped up from behind a table and threw something at the feet of the real Loki, who crushed it with his heel, ignoring the sparks of electricity that flew up off of it. 
Danny batted Romanov back with a shield, straight into the cart of computers, which fell down on her.  Ouch.  But she’d be able to get back up and into the fight.  The important thing was that, right now, she wasn’t an immediate threat, which meant he could ignore her. 
Give her time. 
If she hadn’t wanted something, she would have run, kept hiding.  Just these few minutes – She was a shield agent, sure, but she had to have some kind of specialty in—
Anti-ghost missiles were a lot harder to avoid in such a small place, especially when distracted.  Danny hissed as one impacted his shoulder and splattered green all over his shirt, but he caught the next, and threw it back at Iron Man.  He tried to phase off the green goo, but it wouldn’t go.  It had to be some of that phase-proof stuff his parents had been working on.  Nasty stuff. 
Although, he had to be grateful it had only given him a bruise and hadn’t been mixed with something that would melt him.  It gave him hope for his future relationship with his parents. 
In the meantime, it definitely limited his options regarding protecting Loki and just removing themselves from the situation without getting into more destructive behavior. 
He hoped Iron Man knew what he was doing… for everyone’s sake. 
The missile exploded right in front of Iron Man’s mask, splattering him with green goo.  Danny had no idea what kind of sensor array he had, but that would probably buy at least a little time as he adjusted it to compensate for the eye-holes of his mask being covered up. 
He turned back to Loki, only to see another Iron Man grab the staff from him. 
Only for that Loki and that staff to dissolve into the air. 
Loki, the real Loki, stopped being invisible and laughed.  “Oh, that was good, that was very good.”  Not only was this Loki real, his smile might have been as well.  “But you didn’t think you could fool me, did you?”
Danny flicked invisible, noting with disfavor that the green goo stayed visible when he did so, and moved closer to Loki, fending off attacks.  Two Iron Men – Where did the second person come from?  Was it Barton, in a suit?  Someone else entirely?  The War Machine person?  Danny couldn’t remember his name.  – and Romanov together was a bit of a challenge for Danny to keep track of, given his present mental state. 
Luckily, however, one of the two suits, the first one, didn’t seem to have nearly the tactical awareness of the other.  He’d say it was Stark in the second suit, the fresher-looking one… the one without any form of ghost proofing Danny could detect. 
Danny swiped an intangible arm through the suit, cleaving through delicate wires as he did so, but leaving warm, human flesh untouched.  Several pieces of armor fell away, revealing a band t-shirt, but not the whole thing.  Interesting. 
Romanov threw a Fenton Ghost Zapper at him.  Loki knocked it out of the air, the sharp end of the scepter cutting it in two as he did so.  Iron Man – the one he was pretty sure was Tony Stark – tried to grab it again, even as Loki pivoted to try and catch Black Widow with it.  Danny used that as a pretext to pull Loki back, away from Black Widow.  They did not need her under control.  Nope. 
But… they wanted the staff.  They wanted the staff now. 
Selvig must have gotten knocked free.  He must have told them, one of them, about his safeguards. 
If one of these three could get the staff, get back to the top of the tower…  Then it would be over.  They’d have won. 
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“Director Fury, the council has made a decision.”
Fury flexed his fingers behind his back.  “I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid ass decision, I've elected to ignore it.”  It’s what he’d say if he hadn’t learned what he’d just learned.  If HYDRA wasn’t threaded through every element of SHIELD like a deadly parasite.  If this sounded more like a simple fear-driven overreaction and less like a way to destroy one of HYDRAs most famous enemies and his new and very powerful allies? 
“Director, despite your shocking negligence, bordering on dereliction, you’re closer than any of our subs.  You scramble that jet—”
“That is the island of Manhattan, councilman.”  Although considering that HYDRA, in the person of Red Skull, had tried to blow it up in the past, he wasn’t sure that would sway them.  Until I’m certain my team can’t hold them—”
“There are two armies of alien origin, emerging from portals above that island.  If we don’t—”
“I will not order a nuclear strike against a civilian population, much less the densest population in the United States.  And the other army is an ally.”
“Based on what intelligence?  Based on what invitation?  That of someone already suborned by Loki?”
“If we don’t hold them in the air,” added another councilmember, “we lose.  We lose everything.”
“If I send that bird out, we already have.”
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“Director Fury is no longer in command.  Override order, seven, alpha, eleven.”
“Sorry, sir,” said the pilot, who had just taken his seat.  He watched with some trepidation as Agent Coulson led a pair of his colleagues away.  This was all very irregular.  “I’m not familiar with that code.”
There was a pause.  “What’s your name, son?”
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Cujo frolicked through the city.  It was loud, yes, but nothing he hadn’t been in training for while alive, and nothing he hadn’t experienced while dead.  So, a non-issue, obviously. 
The actual issue?  His person had just thrown a stick.  Obviously, Cujo had to go fetch it. 
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artemismoorea03 · 8 months
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DP x DC or Marvel: The Help of The Dead
I won't lie this could work for either
When Phantom joined the team almost everybody had the same thought; "He's just a kid, how could he help?"
They insist on protecting him in fights, especially when he makes it clear more than once that he wont fight living humans. So when it comes to armies of people they have to deal without the child on the battlefield, which is fine by them. One lest child on the front lines is one less ass to save when shit hits the fan.
But then one day that suddenly changes.
An evasion with scales unlike anything they had ever seen before which is saying something. Together the teams had fought countless battles but in that moment things seemed truly like they were too much.
Until Phantom finally clapped, jumped off the table. "These aren't living humans right?"
They weren't human, far from it. The team had mentioned this more than once but it was hard to tell if he was just double checking or if he hadn't been paying attention to anything.
"Great. Pull the team back, I got it."
"You really don't expect us for you to fight this alone, do you?" Superman or Captain America would ask as Phantom just laughed.
"Don't be ridiculous, who said I would be doing it alone. Now pull them back. I won't say it again." Then Phantom simply vanishes.
The orders are given, timidly but their given. Moral of the people left in the 'danger zone' drops and things seem to drastically change when a massive green cloud begins to swirl in the sky before ripping open into a portal that sends chills down the spines who see it.
The heroes fear it's a second wave or some kind of superweapon going off, but then a figure flies out, does a flip and strums a guitar.
"HELLO, WORLD! WELCOME TO THE SHOW! FOR THE BASTARDS TRESSPASSIN' I SUGGEST YOU GET CRUISIN' BEFORE YOU GET ONE HELL OF A BRUSIN!"
The team is confused until the portal explodes, a large mass of things fly out filling the sky blocking out the sun to the city. The heroes panic, the heroes don't know what to do. But the mass isn't attacking, in fact there's a wave of movement until who shows up at the front of the lines, a regal cape, a flaming crown and a glowing ice covered ring.
"Phantom." Nobody knows who breathes the name when they all realized what was happening.
Phantom simply waves his hand, a green megaphone forming out of thin air as he speaks into it.
"Attention invading forces. You have trespassed on territory claimed by the King of the Dead. You were given your chances to leave, and since you chose to stay then this must mean you have enjoyed your visit and wish to make your stay permanent. Don't worry, we'll help you with that. If you wish to leave, now is your chance. Either evacuate or drop your weapons of we will drop you."
The invading forces refuse, hell they even go so far as to scoff at the idea. Phantom simply shrugs then gestures to the one with the guitar, as she begins to play again and Phantom bops around for a second before he holds up his hand.
"By the order of the King of Death you are here by to protect the living souls of this world and destroy any who are not human, animal, or under our protection. There will be no ransacking, no obsession chasing, and no harming of the living. This is the decree now... take out the trash."
The slaughter is over before the one with the guitar finishes her third song. Two days of fighting over in less than nine minutes with no human lives lost in the attack, more captured enemies than dead, and without Phantom having to lift a finger.
The team is surprised, not only was Phantom working for the King of the Dead but the Army of the Dead was fuckin' terrifying. When Phantom was confronted with this information later, he simply laughs, shrugs and says;
"What can I say? Sometimes you have to let the kids outside to play or they'll go stir crazy."
"Why didn't you fight?" Another one of the heroes would ask as Phantom looked at them.
"You heard the decree, didn't you. 'No obsession chasing', my obsession is 'Protection'. I stayed back because if I was involved I would have probably caused more damage then our enemies."
After what the heroes had seen... this threat was terrifying.
Suddenly they realized that Phantom did help - by staying back - and the day he was actively in the fight...
Not even the mysterious 'King of the Dead' would be able to save the souls who went against Phantom.
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puppetmaster13u · 4 months
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Prompt 132
So it turns out Danny and Billy share a realms guardian. Not like they knew that until they literally got scruffed and taken through a portal- apparently realms paperwork can take years or even centuries so they actually got really lucky with how much their guardian was pushing. 
Apparently the primordial being of Space and the primordial being of Storm is one and the same and has been… well not throwing a fit but also yes throwing a fit at the Observants and other paperwork beings of the Zone. 
So it’s not the worst kidnapping either of them have gone through, apparently they’re getting a checkup and a crash course in realms stuff?? Oh god what do you mean there’s the equivalent of galas in the Zone and they have to go to them??? Sam/Tim help them! 
On the bright sides, way less attacks on Amity now that a primordial being that literally shuffles around entire galaxies just because is hanging around to teach him how to do things. And when Billy gets found out to be ten he can cheerfully say he has permission from his guardian. The one literally letting them get through space so quickly just because they think the league is neat. In an idle wow yep kiddo that is a funky looking cat we aren’t taking home yep, way. 
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escelia · 2 years
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I've always really liked Danny Phantom x MCU crossovers and I recently had this mental image of Danny using his ghostly wail, except he's not yelling and its way more terrifying that way.
He's found comfort in his relationship with the Avengers, and their tower has quickly become a safe space for him. So when Vlad pops in to attempt to sabotage his safe space he gets unfathomably angry. And he's just so fed up with Vlad's crap that when he tells him to, "leave now," it comes out with all the eerieness of ghost speak and all the force of a ghostly wail and now the tower is missing a wall and Vlad is probably out cold somwhere on the ground. Danny wouldn't put it past him to survive a fall like that.
He turns to apologize immediately of course but he pauses at their expressions because where he was sure there would be fear or anger, there is instead glowing pride and Bruce Banner nodding appreciatively at the wreckage. And they are all genuinely proud, but they're all also very good at masking because Steve has never seen anything that terrifying in his life, Clint thinks he might have shit himself a little, and Tony is wondering if the structural integrity of the penthouse is compromised because he's missing a whole ass wall and the supports are definitely gone.
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cicada-candy · 5 months
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Replaying Midnight Suns atm and need to know if anyone else got that one hero op about Danny Ketch coz i can find no evidence it exists and I'm starting to wonder if I made it up lmao
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coinntoss · 1 year
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im not a dc fan. but for some reason im a “danny phantom in the dc universe” fan
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halfagone · 1 year
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Danny is actually super OP. Like, canonically. If you go to the wiki page for his character, there's a list of his powers and abilities, fairly standard stuff they do for every character who has it. (They give you canon instances as well, which I definitely appreciate.)
But it's not the sheer number of powers that really gets me. It's realizing how many other superheroes there are that have just a couple of these powers and are super OP with just those.
Example, powers that Danny has vs. other heroes:
Standard Super Strength/Super-Healing/Super Speed/Super etc. - So many I won't even name them all
Intangibility
Kitty Pride (Marvel)
Martian Manhunter (I have heard that Martians' power is more like density shifting, but you get the idea) (DC)
Invisibility
Martian Manhunter (again, I've heard it's more like camouflage but you get the idea) (DC)
Invisible Woman (Marvel)
Flight - So many I won't name them all
Energy Constructs
Green Lanterns (DC)
Bunker (DC)
Agatha Harkness (Marvel)
Power/Energy Absorption
Blue Beetle (DC)
Scarlet Witch (Marvel)
Captain Marvel (Marvel)
Jean Grey (Marvel)
Electrokinesis
Thor (Marvel)
The Flash (DC)
Storm (Marvel)
Captain Marvel (DC)
Black Lightning (DC)
Static (DC)
Pyrokinesis
Human Torch (Marvel)
Ghost Rider (Marvel)
Phoenix/Jean Grey (Marvel)
Cryokinesis
Killer Frost (DC)
Icicle (DC)
(Technically Dr. Freeze and Captain Cold could be considered too, but we'll tentatively leave that here for now)
Sonic Attack
Banshee (Marvel)
Black Canary (DC)
Telekinesis
Martian Manhunter (DC)
Dr. Fate (DC)
Emma Frost (Marvel)
Raven (DC)
Scarlet Witch (Marvel)
Jean Grey (Marvel)
Danny has even more powers that I haven't listed, as well as corresponding heroes/villains with said powers. Obviously some characters have more than one of these, but Danny still has all of them. And do you know an OP character that has all these powers too? Dr. Manhattan, from DC's Watchmen.
Our boy really is a baby god in the making.
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I was rereading a Dead Marvel x Danny Phantom crossover ( last updated in 2014, RIP ) called Marvel Phantom by Slayer Anderson, and here is the Summary.
So...the Fentons punch a hole through to the afterlife in their basement, and develop unparalleled hover technology and...they're crackpots?
In that fic, that gets played seriously because they showed their tech and a brief glimpse of the Ghost Zone to the News for an interview on their studies and everyone on the planet, from Companies to the Military, wants their tech.
Like they made a physic cancelers shd gravity inverters for their hover machines to study ghosts, not knowing that what they did went beyond groundbreaking and make every technology look like it came from the stone age.
That they are actually geniuses that do genius things despite being 'kooky.'
And you know what, that author is right. Are there any other stories out there where someone stops and says 'You built a what in your basement that did what?!
Sure, Amity is Amity which deals with weird supernatural shit, so they get a pass on not actually stopping and thinking that, but what's everyone else excuse?
Suddenly imagine everyone knows about FentonTech and what they can do.
Remember the Fenton Crammer that can shrink humans and inanimate objects? And if a ghost gets shrunk, their powers get weaker? That can be very useful to transport stuff that would had taken time and money.
Or how they have a what's basically a futuristic tank for a RV that has a lot of space?
Or that they have an Emergency Ops Center on their home that can turn into a hover vehicle.
All of the anti-ghost weapons.
I can go on and on, but things can get funny/ hairy real fast.
Wayne Ent, Lex Corp, Cadmus, every military will want a generous piece of that Fenton Pie, with the Fentons going, what's the big deal? We only made this for ghosts and shit. Whatever happened because of that was a happy accident.
Also imagine Lex Luthor about to pop a blood vessel, and holding himself back from throttling Jack during a talk .
Lex: 'Let me get this straight. You built a pocket-sized mini nuclear reactor that can power the US for six generations at full capacity and still have the juice to power an extra two, and instead of using that to for the betterment of mankind and showing those aliens ( cough Superman cough ) their place, you use it to power a pastry machine homemade peanut butter FUDGE!?'
Jack: Gourmet peanut butter fudge! :D it even makes pies and cookies. That nice Superhero with that A on his chest sure loved the Apple Pie it made!
Luthor: *collaspes and start to foam at the mouth out of rage, shock and disbelief*
Vlad that was sitting at a corner: *Sniff*. 'Welcome to my world.'
Bro this is HILARIOUS!!!!
This is the type of chaos I LIVE FOR!
I know little to nothing of Alex Luther other than the fact that he is a xenophobe…. And that he got cancer from being a xenophobe. (Ha! that’s how it should be for racists and such(jk cancer is actually really bad and not a joke))
He would just be MAD that these social idiots would have been able to go all of this with NO FUNDING!
Like seriously where did they get the money to do this crap????
Also Vlad crying in the corner is so funny to me, the grown ass man being a pouty bitch cuz he can’t have a woman he simpped for for 20 plus years!
Wish I could add more but I can’t possibly think of what else to add other than this.
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sigdexae · 1 year
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DPxDC prompt
Ghost king Danny is an immortal/unfaded so every century or do he spend a few years in a different universe this time he is in one of super hero (dc/marvel/mha)universes(could be the first he visited or could have been to other in the past) but this time he forgot to release some of his power before he left ( running from the observant because even after all this time they are still a pain) the problem is ectoplasm is energy and Danny is just going around increasing the power of heroes and villains alike
Long story short op being walking around making other even stronger without realizing it or maybe he does and now has to go around and fix it other word pure overpowered chaos
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The cast need to start attending fan conventions. A lot of conventions will have all sorts of people and Sunny is such a cult fan driven show they would be perfect for a con. They need more fan interaction other than the dude bros on Reddit
I hope they go back to SDCC!! Rob and Meg are there for MQ anyway, and it was great in 2022 to see them in that capacity, but Sunny would blow the roof off the place for sure. I hope this experience has encouraged them positively :) They really are all performers at heart
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They used to do Comic Con every year but then felt the show got too big and was kind of a spectacle, but since then the convention has grown so much with Marvel and GOT/TWD stuff packing the house, I think they fit back in again. (Though I think under the umbrella of Four Walls/TASP without Danny keeps the crowd a little more comfortably thinned. If it was a full Sunny thing, it would draw a massive crowd…)
If they did do SDCC again there goes my full week of comics dedicated to this shit (lovingly) again 🙄
(I’m not a fan of for-profit, private cons, $300 photo ops, $150 signings, pay more for front row seats, etc. I see why some people may want it, but I don’t see it happening)
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ao3feed-brucewayne · 14 days
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Found Family is Sometimes Half Dead Royalty
by Boris404 Found family found in an alley. Danny just wants to be human again and live a little Billy just wants some food and a place to sleep that isn't a subway tunnel Two powerful beings learning and relearning connections and how to talk about their feelings Constantine just wants to know why the hell the Ghost King is here Words: 262, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Found Royal Family Fandoms: Shazam! | Captain Marvel (Comics), Danny Phantom, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Danny Fenton, Billy Batson, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, Diana (Wonder Woman), Arthur Curry (DCU), Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), John Constantine, Zatanna Zatara, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Vlad Masters, Cujo (Danny Phantom), Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Batfamily Members (DCU) Relationships: Billy Batson & Justice League, Billy Batson & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Justice League (DCU), Danny Fenton & Justice League Dark Members, Clockwork & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Danielle "Dani" Phantom Additional Tags: Female Danny Fenton, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Misunderstandings, Found Family, Space Core Danny, Ghost King Danny, Dead Fentons, Fenton's B+ Parenting (past tense), Crack, eldritch Danny, Feral Billy Batson, Relearning how to human, immortal danny, Aged-Up Character(s), Danny is the one aged-up, Clockwork is a Little Shit, Feral Dani, Sorta OP Danny, Vlad Masters Redemption, he's working on it, Mother-Son Relationship, Adopted, Royalty, infinite realms, Billy bites, Danny doesn't see what wrong, everyone else does, Tired Danny Fenton, Retired Danny Fenton, Healing, Both Billy and Danny have problems, Parent issues really hitting hard right now, first fic idk what im doing, No beta we die like Danny in the portal, Genderbending via https://ift.tt/TEVBclk
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five-rivers · 9 months
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Life's Great Lie 16
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Sand swirled on the flight deck. 
“I thought I told you not to do that while I’m driving!” snapped Jazz.
“It’s an emergency.”
Jazz twisted to look at Tucker.  “What, did something go wrong with--?”
“No, that’s all fine.  This, though?”  He pointed at the alien-spewing portal.  “This is an emergency.  Backup’s still got a ways to go before they reach the portal.  I came to scout things out.”
“How long is ‘a ways?’” asked Sam. 
“I don’t know.  You know how distances can get in there.  Maybe fifteen minutes?  I can pull a couple of people over with me at a time, like with Thor here, but—”
“Thor came with you?” interrupted Jazz. 
“Yeah, he’s—What the heck, how did he do that?  He’s huge.”
“Never mind that,” said Sam.  “Are you okay to keep using the staff like that?”
“I’m fine.  I’ve been managing my jerkish urges by being low-key kind of a jerk to Valerie.”
“That doesn’t sound like managing them at all, actually.”
“I’m fine.”
He didn’t sound fine.  But then, who was?  Not Jazz. 
“How’s the shield setup going?” continued Tucker, not giving Jazz a chance to dispute his statement. 
“Not great,” said Sam.  “Romanov got ahold of one of those bikes and we’re trying to get the generators set up on nearby buildings, but—” She summarized the rest of the technical problems (explosions, enemy forces, skyscraper roofs being really far apart) with a shrug. 
It really was too bad that Loki’s portal was so far up, and that they didn’t dare bring the Ops Center closer.  Then, they could have tried to encircle the portal with the Ops Center shield. 
But the blimp was not a match for space whales.  Or whatever those things actually were.  And they were still unclear on what forces Loki had in the building. 
Apart from Danny, who, really, was more than capable of drilling a hole through an unshielded Ops Center.
“How can I—Oh, heck.  He isn’t.”
“Isn’t what?” asked Jazz, trying to see what Tucker was so upset about.  She leaned forward and flinched as a gust of hot, sandy air scraped along the back of her neck.  “I hate that.”
“There!” said Sam, pointing. 
There was someone new on the roof of Stark Tower.  Two someones.  Thor, and now Tucker. 
“Oh, no, they’re both idiots,” said Jazz.  Her dramatic, tension-filled reunion with a mind-controlled family member could wait.  Why couldn’t Thor’s?
One of the computer banks beeped.  “We have incoming,” said Sam.  “Ten o’clock.”
“I see them,” said Jazz, spotting the small formation.  But the Ops Center didn’t have any power to spare.  All it had was going into the portal and the shields. 
“Should I go out?” asked Sam. 
“No way,” said Jazz.
“I have a bazooka.  And a jetpack.”
“That’s not—”
Something small and narrow arced upward into the lead glider, then exploded.   
“Oh, yeah,” said Sam.  “I’d forgotten about arrow boy.”
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“Loki!  Turn off the Tesseract or I’ll destroy it!”
“Brother!” exclaimed Loki.  “Come, drink with me!  For the dawn of a new and more balanced age!”
Danny did not like that emphasis on balanced.  It sounded like something out of someone else’s mouth.   And Loki had said it, or something like it, before, to Iron Man, hadn’t he?  But Danny had other concerns at the moment.  “Hey,” he said, by way of greeting.  “So, before we start, is he drunk enough to be actually impaired?  He keeps telling me Asgardians are different and all, but I’m not super clear if he’s actually an Asgardian, like, species-wise, culturally, obviously, I mean.  Is he drunk?”
“What?” asked Thor. 
“Look, I haven’t slept in…  I just haven’t.  So.  Words.  Forget them.”  He pointed at Loki.  “Drunk?”
“I’m not drunk,” said Loki.  “I am merely showing Thor some hospitality.”
Thor scowled at them and turned his hammer on the Tesseract.  Naturally, it bounced off the shield, and Thor flew backward several meters. 
“Should I have warned him?” asked Danny.  He was sort of annoyed that Thor hadn’t at least answered the question about alcohol. 
“It wouldn’t have made any difference,” said Loki, draining another shot of alcohol.  “He never listens to me when I tell him things, anyway.”
“That might be because you’re sort of unhinged.”
“Oh, yes, so unlike SHIELD and Fury, using an infant as a soldier.”
A gust of sand blew over the roof, revealing Tucker. 
“Oh, hi, Tuck!” said Danny, waving.  “Here all by yourself?”
Tucker looked up, red flashing behind his glasses as he wobbled.  “A son of Ra never walks alone.  Wadjet rests upon my brow, Nekhbet shelters me with her wings.”
Oh, that didn’t sound good. 
“Finally,” said Loki.  “Someone who can give me a decent fight.”  He threw the glass aside and walked forward, only to be stopped by Thor. 
“No, brother,” said Thor.  “If you fight, you fight with me.”
“Well, sounds like it’s just you and me, then,” said Danny, pleasantly unsure about his odds against Tucker given their respective current states.  Ice crackled under his feet even as the air grew dry and desert-like.  To their side, Loki and Thor fought with more traditional means. 
Captain America and Black Widow zoomed by the tower on a stolen chitauri glider.  Both Danny and Loki noticed at the same time and turned to fire – Danny hoping Tucker would take advantage of the distraction, Loki for who knew what, considering he was still in the middle of a rather nasty sibling brawl, complete with hair pulling on both ends.
Thor tackled Loki and the bolt from the scepter missed.  Danny’s ectoblast didn’t.
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It was only a slight graze, one that barely made the chitauri bike shudder, but it must have gone through something important, because although they weren’t in freefall, Steve and Natasha soon found themselves in a steep spiral.
Steve prepared to grab Natasha and jump.  Bleeding off even a little momentum meant a lot in these situations. 
But before they got close enough to the ground to do so, sand blasted up, buoying them up with enough force for Natasha to get more control and set them on the street in one piece even as individual grains of sand scored lines in their protective gear and sometimes their skin.  The sandstorm died down, revealing a street full of enemies, Stark Tower looming high above them, and other bikes hurtling towards the ground and exploding into fireballs.  The sandstorm had, apparently, been too much for them.  The street itself was, and there was no good way to say this, brutally shredded.  Not a single window on the block still had glass in it.  Was that where all the sand had come from?
The portal disgorged another huge creature, flanked by fliers.  Steve could spot what looked like hundreds of soldiers on it, made tiny by distance. 
“Well, plan A is screwed,” said Natasha, as they prepared to fight.  “What now?”
Steve touched his communicator – the Fenton Phone – then turned to slam a chitauri soldier into the ground.  He tossed the weapon to Natasha.  “Fentons,” he said, “we’ve been shot down.  Can you make a shield around the portals with the generators we’ve already dropped?”
“No can do, Cap!” shouted Jack Fenton.  “Any shield we could make right now would miss it by a mile!  Geometry’s all wrong!”
Steve looked up the tower again, casually deflecting an energy blast from one of the Chitauri.
“What’re you thinking?” asked Natasha. 
“What if we got some of the generators up on top of Stark Tower?”
“That might work,” said Maddie Fenton.  “We’re going to have to do some very fast and dirty math to get everything working, but I think it might work…”
There were screams – civilians – down the street, and Steve’s whole body twitched towards them.
“Give me the generators,” said Natasha, acquiring another weapon as her first one seemed to run out of charge.  “You go.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.  Given how big Stark Tower is, and how many people Loki probably had, sneaking through that place is more my thing, anyway.”
“And I can give you some tips!” said Stark, who had, of course, been listening in.
“Alright,” said Steve, already planning on how best to organize a civilian retreat.  He tossed the pack of shield generators to Natasha, who caught them easily. 
“Don’t die!” she said. 
“Don’t plan on it!”
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Tucker jerked his staff sideways with a gasp, and that was enough of an opening for Danny.  He stepped forward, smoothly, winter in his wake, sliding past the not-quite-real vulture and snake that had faded into being around Tucker. 
Duulaman had given Danny a lot of trouble the first time around, throwing constructs in his path and warping reality as he saw fit.  But there was a lot to be said about experience. 
He grabbed Tucker’s wrist and squeezed.  The snake sunk its teeth into Danny’s shoulder.  They all hissed.  Danny looked into Tucker’s red eyes, and wondered if the color of his eyes was just as jarring to Tucker. 
Then, the red flared brighter and Tucker—
Tucker dropped the scepter.  The red in his eyes vanished immediately. 
“No, no, no, I can’t do that,” said Tucker, whose skin had taken on a clammy, sickly cast.  “No, nope, not doing that, oh my gosh—”
Danny grabbed the scepter and tossed it over the edge of the building.  Which was… okay, that could have gone better.  
“Sorry,” said Danny.
“Crap,” said Tucker, but he wasn’t a threat any longer, so Danny let him go.  He had his orders. 
Protect Loki. 
“Loki!” shouted Thor, even as Danny pushed him away and called up a shield.  “Look at this! Look around you! You think this madness will end with your rule?”
“It’s too late,” said Loki, voice cracking.  “It’s too late to stop it.  Any of it.”
“The army isn’t ours,” reminded Danny, helpfully, looking back.  He could see the knife between Loki’s fingers. 
The sounds of battle seemed to swell.  The shadow of one of the huge space whales passed overhead. 
“Get me out of here,” whispered Loki.
“Got it,” said Danny, and he pulled them both off the side of the building. 
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Tucker didn’t know how much more of this his heart could take.  First, Captain America and Black Widow going down, then the sudden fear that he’d killed them with that glass sandstorm, then Danny getting the scepter from him and tossing it off the roof, and now Danny and Loki were skydiving without parachutes.
Please let them not have pancaked on the ground.  He knew Danny could tap his flight a little, even in human form, but there was still that fear.
“Call back your staff!” called Thor.  “We must go!”
“Wh—I don’t know what you can do with your hammer, but I can’t just call back that thing,” said Tucker.  “It’s probably broken into a million pieces on the sidewalk by now!”  And good riddance, honestly.  He could still feel something in the back of his head.  Something nasty. 
“Have you ever tried?  Tools like that tend to return to their rightful owners,” said Thor, taking a few steps towards him.  “I do not pretend to know what you are going through with this ‘past life’ of yours, but you can control it.  Just as Banner controls his anger, or any mage of my people controls the power that flows through them.  And you must.  This city depends on us.”
“Oh, no pressure, then,” said Tucker. 
“Good man.”  Thor patted him on the shoulder and then jumped off the building.  Great!  Great.  It wasn’t like there was any other way for him to get off this roof, what with Loki’s other forces in the building.  He was stuck on the roof alone!
“Ughhhh.”
Or maybe not so alone.  He pulled his emergency lipstick out of his pocket.  Not the best weapon against humans – and he had no idea what it would do to aliens – but it was better than nothing.  And how arrogant had the staff made him, that he didn’t think to get something more robust from the Ops Center before leaving? 
Near the portal device, an old man was sitting up, holding his head.  “Ugh, oh, no.  Oh, no.”  He stared up at the portal in awe and horror. 
“Hey,” said Tucker. 
The man jumped.  “Who’re you?”
“Who’re you?”
They stared at each other for a moment. 
“… are you pointing a tube of lipstick at me?”
He had pretty good eyesight for such an old guy. 
“It’s a deadly laser,” said Tucker.  Well.  It was a laser, and it did have an association with death, via ghosts, so.  It wasn’t like he was lying.  “Are you one of Loki’s people?  Did you help make this?”
“I—Not of my own will.”  The man got to his feet shakily.  “I was—The scepter.  You can’t—You can’t protect against yourself.”
“I know the feeling,” said Tucker.  “You know any way to shut it off?”
The man nodded, slowly.  “Yes.  Yes, we did.”
“You and Danny?”
“All of us.  Loki…  There’s something very wrong with Loki.”
“Cool.  So.  How do we do it?”
“We need Loki’s staff.”
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After they’d fallen a few stories, Danny flipped them into the building.  Whatever Tucker had done had taken out all the glass, leaving Stark Tower, with its ultra-modern design, missing much of its outer walls.  Loki landed easily, which maybe, maybe supported his position that he wasn’t drunk. 
Maybe. 
He also caught Danny by the arm when he stumbled.
“What’s wrong with you?” he snapped. 
“Uh.  Not sleeping in days.  What’s wrong with you?”
Loki scoffed.  “Hide us,” he ordered. 
Danny turned them invisible.
“So… What now?”
“I should be leading this army,” said Loki, looking out into the city, his eyes slightly unfocused even as Thor swooped down from the roof and back out into battle.  “I should be directing them—They should be hunting down these heroes, not wasting time with humans that aren’t even warriors.”
Danny swallowed.  Loki was right – right both ways, actually.  The way the chitauri were fighting was stupid, but it wasn’t stupid enough.  Fewer people would get hurt if they were focused on people who could take it.  Except…  “You do know it isn’t your army, right?  You do—What happens,” Danny tried, a bit desperately, “when your boss comes through that portal?”
Loki froze.  His breathing went shallow.  “No, no, no,” he said.  “That was not our bargain.  I will deliver the Tesseract and the scepter to him.  He has no reason… no reason…” 
“What did he do to you?” pushed Danny.  If he knew it was something bad, then maybe…
Loki shook his head.  “I need to take command.”  His voice was flat, lifeless. 
“Okay,” said Danny.  “Elevator or stairs?”
Green light flared from above, and they both strode to the edge of the floor to look up. 
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“We’ve got increased energy influx, kiddos!” said Jack over the Ops Center intercom.  “Get ready to adjust for momentum bleed-off, Jazzypants!”
“Right, right, right,” said Jazz, making sure she had a good grip on the controls.  If this wound up being a thing where they had codenames printed in the newspaper, and hers wound up being Jazzypants, she’d be committing some crimes. 
“Wait, what does he mean momentum bleed-off?” asked Sam, who had noticed what controls Jazz had and was now buckling herself in. 
“Ever notice that you slow down when you go through a portal?”
“Sped up a few times, too.”
“Well, that energy goes somewhere, so—”
The Ops Center lurched, and Jazz steadied it in the air, running the engines just enough to keep them in place.  The anchor was all very well and good, but it had limits, too. 
A familiar figure, smaller than the space whales but, but still huge, with a weapon held in each of her four hands, emerged from the portal, trailing dozens of smaller glowing dots. 
“Yes!” shouted Sam.  “They made it!”
And then the shield cut out. 
“Uh, we might have underestimated the juice the portal would take when actively transmitting.  Just a bit.”
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tigerlillyyy · 2 years
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Imagine being one of the pilots that trained the cast for the F-18
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“What exactly are we doing here? New op meeting?” My wingman, Keller asked from my left as we turned the corner.
“Not sure, I was just told we had to show up.” I walked through the door as Keller held it open for me.
“What the hell is going on?” Keller said as the door closed behind him, taking in the room full of people.
I scanned the room searching for a familiar face and coming up short. Keller lightly hit my shoulder and motioned to a pair of empty chairs. We took our seats and had small talk about weekend plans when I absentmindedly looked across the room only to be met by a pair of brown eyes that quickly looked away, I continued to watch as he shyly smiled.
“Keller.” I smacked his shoulder a bit too hard as I turned to look at him, “Be cool. Be cool.”
“What? What happened?” He looked around quickly.
“You remember last year when Falcon and The Winter Soldier premiered and I said that Torres is So Fine!”
“I do, yeah.” Keller looked at me confused as to why I was bringing this up now “I think your exact words were then “scrump-dilly-icious”, then the lyrics ‘Come a little closer, let me taste your smile’”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I said quickly trying to move past my fangirl moment and looking down at my phone as I spoke to not make it obvious, “is that him at your 1 o’clock?”
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The next few weeks where hectic with signing paperwork, meeting the cast, flight training, and underwater training.
“You’re telling me that the next Falcon was afraid of flying?” I asked as I looked up the ladder of my jet as Danny unbuckled his straps after our first flight.
“It was too big of an opportunity.” He said as he climbed out and stepped on the ladder, “I figured I’d just work through it.”
“And I’m not the next Falcon.” He flashed one of his bright smiles at me as he hopped down to stand next to me.
“Sam Wilson told you to keep his wings, that sounds pretty self explanatory.” I smiled as I looked up at him.
“Well I haven’t gotten the call yet.” He accidentally bumped by shoulder with his as we walked back inside the hanger.
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Months later.
“Danny!” Glen waved his hand in-front of Danny’s face.
“I’m listening.” Danny ripped his gaze from where I stood across the room talking excitedly on my phone.
“What did I just ask you?” Glen asked.
“Uh what movie we’re watching.” Danny said to him.
“Just ask her out already!” Miles threw a piece of his protein bar at his chest from the couch next to him.
“What? Who?” Danny looked around to his friends.
“Who?” Monica teased him shaking his shoulder, “it’s obvious!”
“I can’t ask out the really pretty, badass fighter pilot. She’ll say no.” Danny looked down.
“Why would she say no?” Keller asked.
“Oooo What do you know?” Monica asked him, everyone’s attention now on Keller.
“I’m just saying sometimes things go differently than you’d expect.” Keller said to Danny as I approached.
“What did I miss?” I said as I plopped down in the middle of the couch next to Monica and Danny.
“Nothing important. Yet.” Miles said, earning laughs from the group.
The night went on as a marvel movie played in the background now muted.
“Hey, y/n.” Keller called me as he looked to the tv screen, “remember what you said when you saw Danny here for the first time on Falcon and the Winter Soldier?”
“Oh my god.” I said as everyone turned to look at me, “yeah yeah. I very clearly remember saying shut the fuck up, Keller.” I laughed in embarrassment as everyone else joined in.
I leaned back on the couch covering my face with my hand, not wanting to look to my left where Danny was doing the exact same thing as everyone continued to laugh.
“I’m leaving.” I went to get up but was quickly pushed down by Monica’s hand on my shoulder.
“No no. We’re leaving.” She said as everyone picked up their drink and walked away, Miles stood up and pointed at Danny mouthing “you’ve got this.”
“Wow they just throw us into the fire don’t they?” I chuckled, looking at him.
“Yeah I think they’ve had enough of me pining over you.” He let out a nervous chuckle.
“You pining over me?” I turned on the couch to face him.
“Since day one, and I saw you walk through the door.” He admitted, smiling at his lap then looking up up to meet my eyes.
“Well as you heard, Keller won’t let me forget my fangirl moment.” I laughed as I looked down.
“Well now I wanna hear this.” He laughed, now turning in his seat on the couch to face me, his knee touching mine.
“I may have,” I looked away from him scanning the room for some courage as I spoke with a big smile, “gone on about how cute I thought you were and how you have a very nice smile.”
Danny let out a shy laugh.
“I may be summarizing here. We’ll never know!” I laughed.
“And Glen kept laughing at me because I’d practically dive to get my phone whenever I got a notification because was hoping it was you.”
“I may have been doing the same thing.” I admitted.
“Yeah they think I should just ask you out already.” He smiled, a bit more confident now after what he had admitted.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked.
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Original Rant Anon here! I do agree that most occasions a match up between Phantom and Superman (when in a void), Danny would win (hence my original Superman wins three out of ten first fights with Danny estimate). My main point was that Danny isn't actually all that op when compared to the rest of DC's lineup. He's up there, yes, but not untouchable. Plus, frankly while Superman does have a weakness to magic, it's shortsighted to assume he does not have the ability to deal with situations with it when they crop up- or at least deal with the situation long enough to contain it and gather back up. One of his reoccurring villains is Mr. Mxyzptlk, for crying out loud. Not to mention his sheer decades of experience in fighting in general, which far outclasses Danny's canon, what, 1-2 years?
But again! Superman wasn't really the point! More of an example! I'm more saying that he isn't going to win a fight against every single league member if you plucked them both out of their canons and tossed them in a match. Especially the more magical members. Wonder Woman would win a sudden fight. Shazam would win a sudden fight. Zatara would probably win a sudden fight.
And yeah, you could argue he could fight any of the more solid members intangible but A) he'd have to go solid to attack which they would absolutely take advantage of or B) he'd have to either possess them which brings "battle of wills" arguments into the mix or C) do something wildly gory like rip their lungs out of their chests at speed. And if he did that last thing I'd argue it's not even a fight anymore it's just an assassination. Would you call a sniper killing someone from ten blocks away a "fight"? Because I sure wouldn't.
Mind you a "Deadpool Kills The Marvel Universe" style story following Dark Dan's detailed, horrible path to murder every hero on Earth? Baller idea. I'd absolutely read that. I'd just want the heroes he's fighting to be given their due diligence as worthy opponents, ya know?
Yeah, I got that in the original post. kek >w< You want the heroes to share the light because they are heroes for a reason. Most are adults and with years of experience. Like I said, I think majority of it is just for laughs. Plus Danny is the relatable character in majority of the stories, so to have him just lose to most of the heroes does make some concepts hard to play out. (Especially if they're more of a phantom fan than dc) Though I do know most ppl give zatara and some magic users their dues when fighting Phantom. John Constantine does.. though i know he's his own thing. But he gets recognized a lot. But that's just me explaining possibilities as to why ppl may not write it that way and not me trying to disagree. Because I think it be awesome to showcase the other heroes more! How they fight or take things into consideration. Or show how Danny may have all these powers but still lacking. Make matches worth it. Have each character play up their strengths. I try to strike a balance in my own fanfic. But its hard to tell because action is hard to write.
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I think it's incredibly hilarious that - perhaps due to my reading far more danny phantom fic than Ben 10 fic - I see so much of Danny Phantom getting base boosted to high heaven to put him on league or higher level (one of my current fav crossover fics for dp has Danny beat up a berserk superman with ease which is cool, but also hysterical) when Benjamin Kirby Tennyson, middle named for Jack the King Kirby himself, is right there to be an actual Justice League level hero/threat!
Danny would actively be a menace toward the JL depending on how long it takes them to look into Amity Park, but as long as he isn't presented with a thesaurus thick rulebook, Ben would love to be able to trust people like Superman, Wonder Woman, Captain Marvel, the Bats, etc with the whole "Keeping the earth from blowing up" thing.
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Hey, Pop Culture Detective did a new video on the MCU Marvel's Defenders of The Status Quo
Damn, thank you for sharing, that was really good!
I wholeheartedly agree with OP that in these movies we see the heroes reacting only when the status quo is threatened and them stopping the villains is considered a win - whatever the villains were trying to change is never addressed, they never engage in any socio-political project. The pattern is always the same: to return the world to what it was before the attack, never to use this as an opportunity for change.
And it's especially jarring given that some of the heroes should know better than defending the status quo. Steve is one of them, the disabled child of immigrants born in the '20s living in NYC in the middle of a rise of eugenicism would do anything in his power to actively fight against the status quo, and yet he's content with fighting external fights and stopping a bunch of helicarriers in TWS and getting his people out of the Raft... what about the other inmates? What about the people who will be taken there once the heroes are gone? What about fighting against the system to get the Accords repealed? Nope, we get none of that.
What OP says about Stark reminded me of Luke Cage and Danny Rand's argument in The Defenders where Luke is telling him his wealth leaves him in a privileged position to incite real change in the world but he'd rather go on vigilante mode instead. It's the same with Stark, he doesn't use his money to advocate for social change, if anything he runs Damage Control and takes jobs from the citizens of NYC like we see in Homecoming.
As OP says: "Instead the superheroes engage in random acts of benevolence. A billionaire gifts the world with some fancy new proprietary technology, a soldier asks nicely that corrupt bureaucrats just do better. In the best-case scenario, a wealthy monarch builds an international network of community centers. These Band-Aid approaches may help a few disenfranchised individuals here and there but they're also designed to keep the current economic and political structures firmly in place".
I think probably the worst case offender of villains being right but having their methods be as immoral as it takes in order to get the audience to disagree with them are Killmonger and the Flagsmashers. Erik starts making a little too much sense for Disney's liking so they have him kill his girlfriend out of nowhere (at least they address some of the overarching issue with T'Challa following Nakia's lead but as said above, that's a band-aid), Karli and the others are asking for redistribution of food and medicine, the relocation of refugees, a change of how borders are reinforced and a stop to mass deportations... so of course The Mouse has Karli kill a bunch of innocents out of nowhere so they can be called terrorists. Nobody wants to side with a terrorist, right?
To quote OP again: "Having the villain's methods always involve indiscriminate killing is a deliberate decision by the writers [...] The equating of social justice causes with outright villainy is one of the reasons why the superhero genre is often accused of leaning conservative ideologically."
Lastly, I really like that part about Alan Moore's criticism of superhero movies and the trend that "speaks to a denial of reality and an urge for simplistic and sensational solutions". I like it because it reminded me of the TVA, how in the Loki series we're told HWR is the only bad guy and taking him down will solve the problem as if that kind of fascism would go away by taking down the main guy, as if that organization wasn't comprised of thousands (if not more) of agents who agreed with his methods and worked willingly for an unknown period of time effectively pruning entire realities and killing innocents. You can't destroy the system by punching one guy and it's almost insulting how the narrative in the series tries to convince the audience that's all it takes.
In short, there's a reason why Disney and Marvel got rid of Nomad Steve so quickly + they're choosing to ignore Sam but they're oh so willing to bring Captain Carter to the spotlight. She's as pro-status quo as it gets. These movies should be addressing social change, not defending the system that gets a lot of people discriminated against and oppressed - especially when a lot of the heroes fit that criteria but of course they're never shown talking about it on-screen.
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