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AU where the portal kinda took danny when he died.
So unlike Canon, upon his half death danny got transported to the infinite realms and learned how to ghost over there, rising up in the power hierarchy and eventually at around 20, coming back to the living realm for a bit.
He acts like a full ghost and has no idea how likeley his strength is to hurt people since he trained it arpund ghosts, treating humans like glass and just generally being quite careful with everything else.
Danny decides to Vacay at gotham, due to the ambient ectoplasm in the city and being unable to return to his hometown. He ends up being next door neighbors with one Todd Peters, why by complete coincidence is also undead. They start talking and hit it off.
Jason really doesn't know how to feel about his new neighbor danny, there was something so obviously off about him, too sharp teeth and unwarranted caution when handling anything, even the built to last fridge he'd had installed.
At first the delicate treatment had felt insulting, he was the Red Hood for fuck's sake, he could take a little push! But after a bit it was growing on him. The feeling of being treated with care rather than Brute force, of melting into feather light hugs instead of tanking hits. He started to look forward to it.
So now Danny's worried about hurting the cute revenant next door and Jason's having a crisis over his new not-human neighbor/crush while bemoaning the fact that if any of his brothers found out he'd never live it down.
Also danny not knowing how delicate or sturdy regular people is is so funny to me
Danny, freaking out: shit, is it okay? Will your body.... fix it???
Jason, who just got a papercut: I'm fine.
Or, alternatively:
Danny, covered in blood standing over the joker's mangled corpse: oops, I broke it ):
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Silkster | A Spider Story (03)
Wordcount: 1,542
Summary: “In September 2018, NYC, college student Jonas Jaeger reels from his first experience with Spider-Man - only to realize his night with the spider is not yet over. Wait till Peter hears about this!”
Warnings: Light language, Very minor mention of injury
Author’s Notes: Part 3 of my story for my MCU OC, Silkster. While I love Infinity Wars, Spider-Man: Homecoming, etc, I love the rich history of the comics as well and wanted to write my own “Universe”. This is just for fun and I love researching all the different variations of the Spider-Man characters to compose my own story. Hopefully, you guys enjoy reading along and I can share more of this story and Universe (and maybe art too?) as it develops along the way. Welcome to part 3. ♡
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『 03 』
It didn't take me long to get to the diner. I probably would've made it there faster if I didn't spend so much time staring at the tops of buildings, looking for that same flash of red looking back at me. Regardless, I made it. It was a cute little place called "Minnie's Diner." I looked inside to see if the place was open. Through the windows, I could tell it had a bit of a retro theme; with the brightly colored decor, checkerboard floor tiles, a neon jukebox in the back, and a colorful "Closed" sign on the door to complete the look. Damn. Still, I made a mental note to come back here again during their open hours.
It looked like their lights were still somewhat on, and there were a couple cars still in the lot, so I wasn't completely alone. I decided that sitting on the bench by the entrance would be a smarter and safer option than waiting out in the practically empty parking lot. As much as I secretly hoped it would summon Spider-Man again, I didn't want to risk becoming a target for other muggers. I'd prefer not encounter any more inner-city crime for the night.
I pulled out my phone and went through the favorites in my contacts until I found Peter - placed at number three right under "Mom" and "Gwen." I guess I could've called Gwen to come to pick me up, but she and the band had rehearsal tonight for their upcoming show, and I didn't want to interfere. Peter, on the other hand, told me he had nothing going on tonight. He loved talking about this kind of stuff, so I thought he'd get a kick out of my one-on-one experience with Spider-Man. I just prayed Peter was still awake as I pressed the call button. It was pretty late. He didn't answer right away, but before I lost hope and hung up, I finally heard him call out on the other end.
"Jonas! H-Hey, what's up?" He sounded a little funny, "What are you doing up? How did your date go?"
"Hey, Pete. Uh... Not great. It's kind of a long story," I didn't really know how to start the conversation, "Do you think you could pick me up?"
"Me?" Peter sounded surprised, "Y-Yeah! I think I could do that! Where are you?"
"Some diner called 'Minnie's.' I'll send you the location." and I did just that.
"Oh! That's not that far at all. I'll borrow Aunt May's truck and be there soon.
I tried to thank him, but he had already hung up. Peter seemed weird tonight. But to be honest, Peter always was acting at least a little odd. It was charming in a way and was one of the reasons we got along so well. He was different from most of the know-it-alls at Empire State University. Don't get me wrong, he's incredibly smart, and probably does in fact "know it all," but he didn't let that define him as a person. He was friendly, funny, and overall just a really genuine person that I enjoyed being around.
It didn't take long for Peter to show up in May's pickup. Peter always looked so happy when he got to drive it. I still remember the day when May got that truck. It was actually a gift for Peter when he started college. I was the one that had to keep Peter away from the house while May drove it home and put a big bow on it. It was by no means in excellent condition, but it was all she could afford. That didn't matter to Peter. Once we got back to his place and he saw May honking excitedly in the driveway, it placed the biggest smile I've ever seen on Peter's face.
Unfortunately, it didn't last. May got into a pretty bad accident maybe a week or so after. She was unscathed, thank god, but her car was another story. It was a wreck and in the end, couldn't be saved. Peter, being the good guy that he his, gave his "new" truck back to his aunt. She felt awful, but he said it was no big deal and that she needed it more than he did. Despite everything, I could tell he was still secretly bummed out at the situation. It was moments like this when he'd get to use the truck when you could see that childlike excitement back on his face again.
I walked to the truck, smiling at Peter as he waved at me from the driver's seat. I hopped in, and before I could even shut the door, Peter began.
"Hey!" he piped happily, "So what happened? To your date, I mean. Did you have fun?"
"It... didn't happen," I could tell my face dropped just a bit, "He never showed up."
"Wait, really?" Peter leaned forward, the cushion of the driver's seat squeaking beneath him, "You got stood up?"
"Yeah." I was fine before, still high off the excitement from meeting a hero. But having Peter say that reminded me why I was in that situation in the first place. I didn't know what to say, and Peter could tell. He reached across the cup holder between us, placing his hand on mine.
"I-I'm sorry, man. That's messed up." I could feel his thumb move in little circles, "Did he at least text you why? Maybe something came up."
"No, he didn't. But, Kyle posted a picture of him and his friends at a movie premiere at the mall, so I'm guessing he forgot or...maybe I'm just not "up there" on the list of importance." I took my hand back and half-jokingly made my hands look like two levels - the movie premiere representing the top hand, myself being the hand below.
"I get it! That new dinosaur movie looked pretty cool. I would've bailed to see it too." I joked. Peter didn't think that was funny and put his hand on my shoulder instead this time.
"Well, then his list must be broken. Movie or not, he really missed out on a great time tonight." again, Peter's thumb rubbed gently on my shoulder. I think it was something he just did without thinking, but it was still oddly calming and pleasant.
"Thanks, Pete. But--!" I guess I piped a little loudly. I noticed Peter jump ever so slightly, so I tried to decrease my volume, "My night wasn't all bad, depending on how you look at it."
"O-Oh?" Peter's voice began to quiver, I wasn't exactly sure why.
"You'll never believe it! I met Spider-Man!" I couldn't contain myself anymore.
"You did? Wow!" Peter leaned back, eyes wide, "What happened? And what did you think of him?"
"I--" I stopped. I realized I was at a loss for words. What did I think of Spider-Man? Naturally, I had a high opinion of him for saving my life, but how exactly could I put that to words? Peter looked like he was on the edge of his seat waiting to hear more. I knew this would get him excited.
"Well," I took a deep breath and started once more, "I think he's great. Great for the city, great for the people, and..." I felt my face flush. I looked at the door, away from Peter. I never talked to him about stuff like this before. It was kind of embarrassing, "...I just think he's really... great. He saved my life tonight, you know?"
"H-He did?" Peter looked like he was lost in the details of my story, "What happened?"
"I got mugged," I instantly saw concern come across his face, so I tried to lighten the mood, "I'm fine, relax! Spider-Man took care of the guy before anything terrible happened. He even got this back for me." I held up my newly repaired bracelet, unknowingly flashing my injury underneath.
"Jonas! That looks like it hurts!" he seemed to ignore the bracelet, reaching for my arm.
I let him examine my scratch, hoping it would calm him down, "I'm fine, Pete. It doesn't really hurt anymore."
"Still, it looks like it needs to be cleaned up." Peter trailed his fingers over my wrist, looking at the dry spots of blood speckled around the area, "My place isn't far. Let me take a better look and clean this for you. You can tell me more about Spider-Man when we get there." He smirked. How could I say no?
"If it'll make you feel better, okay Pete." I returned his grin, holding my wrist in my hand. As he started the car, I noticed Peter's smile not fading even a bit. I wondered why he was so happy. Was it that his night got to be more eventful then he had previously planned? Was he excited to hear more details about Spider-Man? Or was it just because we finally got to spend some much needed time together? We've both been busy, me with my gallery work and him with his tutoring, so we haven't had a lot of time to hang out together. I was glad. Tonight might not have gone as I had hoped, but it certainly was looking up.
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