In which Peter and Danny just talk
‘Fuckin’ Parker Luck at it again,’
Peter is so damn tired of this shitty cursed luck he has. He puts his head in his hands and groans loudly,
“The sky is blue, birds can sing, and Peter Parker steals the shtick of Black Cat… What sort of science bullshit is that?!” He yells as he takes his head out of his hands and throws his arms in the air in fully annoyance.
But like seriously, what is this?? Sure, Black Cat can obviously cause bad luck for a few seconds and it totally benefits her in some ways, but why does the wayward Spider need it??
It makes no sense, but he’s not going to spend his whole thought process on the ‘Parker Luck Curse’ in a very green forest.
He should probably start start searching on who in the name of Thor yelled out, ‘Ghost!’
’I mean the only “ghost” I’ve met is Ghost-Spider, previously known as Spider-Gwen, also known as my bestie Gwen Stacy,’ Peter thought as he scaled the closest tree to get a better view and to climb up on.
And also the ghosts of Norman Osborn and Otto… yeah he’s not gonna step over that trash fire that is his.
Peter puts his hands on the tree he was sizing up, pushes them up and jumps up to place his feet on the tree.
He starts to climb up and as he reaches the top, he moves to stand on a thick tree branch, ‘Huh… it’s surprisingly a small but big forest,’ He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply.
He tunes out all the extra noises that are irrelevant and just focuses on any voices.
“Co… Stay… There…!” He heard one.
“Ja… get… blaster..!” Another, wow, that last word is concerning… should he do something about it? …Nah.
“Come… on—! Ju..st … L..ve!” This one sounds stressed and hurt?
‘Why does my heart beat a little when I had that thought? Maybe Cow Man hit me harder in the chest when I was fighting him…’
Peter starts to focus more on the voices that he’s completely zoned out, he doesn’t noticed a figure heading towards him fast.
..Dodge! Hurry! Focus!…
”Hey get out of the way!” A voice yells but it’s close? Wait. Oh no.
Something almost crashes into him from where he was standing but he flips over and shoots out a web on the unknown figure that almost made him fall on his ass on the ground again.
Unfortunately, his stupidness crossed over whatever weird dimension the Spot sent him to, because when he made the string of web attached to said figure that almost knocked him on the ground, Peter got pulled along with the individual and crashes into a very prickly bush.
“Ah Shit—!” Peter barely has a chance to yell when ends up in that bush.
The other one that pulled the enhanced spider with them groaned in pain.
Peter also felt that groan in his soul, he’s also in pain and is so fucking tired from all the bullshit he’s been through—is still happening though.
The spider physically peels himself of the bush, he sits up, and shakes his head that was covered in leaves.
That’s when he realizes that the individual that crashed into him wasn’t in the bush anymore, but was standing in front of him.
Peter slowly lifts his head to look up—and holy mother of spiders! This being in front of him is so fucking tall, it isn’t fair—at all!
The being notices Peter staring and asks, “Hey.. you okay? Didn’t mean to drag you down with me..” They bring up their arm and puts their hand on their neck as they rub it, nervously.
Peter used to do that when he was all skins and bones. Not nerdy though, he knows he still is.
“yEah!” Fuck. There was no way on Hobgoblins flame sword that he had a voice crack. Now Anya’s never going to let him live this down.
The being makes a confused but amused face at his embarrassing voice crack.
It doesn’t make Peter feel better, he wants to drown inside this bush. Even if it is poking him.
Peter clears his throat, “I’m okay, it was mostly ma fault’.” He starts to get up but he ends up sinking down even more. He sighs and suddenly wants to have a breakdown.
The being notices his struggle and offers a hand, “Here, take my hand.” They’re so nice, Peter starts to tear up.
He takes the hand and—he’s lifted like a pack of grapes. But Peter doesn’t drop his jaw, he’s the same, everyone is light as a feather.
Except for having his arms becoming sore when he was surfing the stolen yacht that Chameleon used to steal all the rich folks expensive ass jewelry. Or that time when he was fighting all the technology in the area and Otto—Stop.
Anyways, the being is still holding his hand, and Peter still has to crane his neck to meet their eyes, like seriously! He’s only 5’6 and Erik (from Phantom of the Opera) like at least 6’2, it’s crazy.
He tries to make conversation “Sooooo, What’s ya name?” Peter bounces his feet back and forth.
The being makes a curious expression for a moment until it disappears, “It’s Phantom, Danny Phantom is my full name.” The being looks down at their hands still being intertwined and so Phantom lets go.
Bro, ain’t no way, I literally compared them to the Erik and now they’re saying their name is Phantom?! That’s crazy.
“Huh. Cool… so are you a mutate or a ghost like what the voices said.” Stupid Parker, why are you like this?? Just strike him down as he stands Thor.
Danny blinks, the face being made is of shock and confusion yet again, “I have no idea what a.. ‘mutate’ is but yeah those two people you heard yelling were right. I’m a dead spirited boy.” His smile is lopsided.
…Fuck. Of course ghosts and spirits exist, if mutants, mutate, symbiotic aliens, and enhanced people exist, then sure, ghosts too!
He wants to take a nap and have a breakdown so bad right now, but that’s for later when getting out this damn forest!
“That’s good to know, you really lifted my mood when you actually answered my question, and speaking of questions,” Peter says as he brings a hand to scratch his cheek, “You don’t happen to have a way out of this beautiful but tiresome forest?”
He continues on, “It’s kind of hurting my head from just looking at the same thing and I’m hungry.” Peter pats his stomach as it growls.
Danny chuckles a bit from his joke and it lifts a smile, but he also looks hungry and tired, so he sighs and rubs his hand on his face, “Yeah I get you, but hey October, I know my way to get into town.” He smiles, genuinely.
Peter is such a mess that he’s violently holding back tears, no one outside of his preferred friend group and Aunt May ever smiled at him like that before… it was mostly out of pity, sadness, or annoyance.
But he buries those feelings of in unwant-ness down into his bottle of feelings and smiles back, “October, huh, what’s up with tha’?”
”You’re wearing a brightly red and blue colored spandex costumed.” Danny deadpanned as he circled around Peter.
“Wow, way to make a guy feel so welcomed wit’ his meeting with a jaded ghost hero.” Peter huffed as he leaned away from Phantom and starts to walk to where the ghost boy will tell him where to go.
Danny paused and twitches at the ‘hero’ bit, hopefully it was nothing, yep, very possibly is definitely nothing.
“Excuse you—“ The ghost doesn’t get to finish his sentence as two voices call out to him.
”Eat this Ghost!” A flying green ball comes towards them and Peter thinks that people should stop interrupting his conversations and not the usual villain talk they do.