Beginning of the End | Laven

The Phantom

Two months later

"Ai ceea ce -mi ești dator ?" Allen kept himself hidden in the shadows as the men spoke, knowing that if he were caught at any moment he would be killed. He held his breath as one of the men suddenly looked his way. In front of him were two Romanian men, one with blonde hair that reached his shoulders, the other one was bald. Both men were extremely muscular, tall,  and very well twice Allen's weight. He was very glad he was staying in the dark for this mission, unless things went wrong.

"Este ascuns, dupa ce -mi arăți substanțele chimice." The blonde man glared at the other, Allen shivered. He just needed the location of the bombs, that's all. Thankfully he didn't need to learn Romanian for the mission. Thanks to Stark he'd gotten an amazing translator stuck into his ear.

The blonde man motioned at the other to follow him. Once they made it to the door they were confused to find it locked.

"Surprise!" Allen yelled as he punched the bald man in the neck. The blonde man stared in shock as his customer went down, holding his throat, gasping for breath. He quickly came to his senses and pulled out a gun. Allen's eyes widened as the man held the gun against his temple.

"Who sent you?" The blonde said in a heavy accent. Allen swallowed his fear and spoke with a smirk on his face.

"Oh I was in the neighborhood." The gun dug deeper into his temple. Guess I'm not going to class for a day or two.  Lavi's already suspicious enough.

"Who sent you?" Allen opened his mouth to retort when he heard a voice coming from his comm.

"Phantom, don't play with the mafia boss. Finish him, get the information, and get out." Allen frowned a little.

"Fine Widow, I'll finish." As soon as Allen spoke he lashed out kicking the mans legs and knocking him over, the man made to get up but froze when he heard a gun cock. The blonde man seemed paralyzed with fear.

"Now, you're going to play by my rules." Allen smiled as the man seemed to tear up. All these mafia bosses are full of shit. At least the ones I've had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting.

"Tell me where you're keeping the bombs. Give me exact coordinates." The Phantom was running the show now. The man gave him coordinates and Allen waited for confirmation from Widow before being able to move.

"Good job Phantom, now disappear."

Allen turned his back on the Romanians. He lifted his gun and it was suddenly enveloped in shadows before it seemed to disintegrate completely. Allen looked back as he opened the window and got ready to jump.

"It's been fun boys!" He said and jumped out of the building using the shadows to teleport to the Quinjet. Hopefully he wouldn't overshoot like last time.

Allen opened his eyes and saw he was in a gurney normally used to transport injured agents on the jet. He groaned quietly as he sat up. He noticed a redheaded woman sitting next to him.

"I overshot?" He asked her, already knowing the answer. Spike isn't gonna let me live it down.

"You landed in the middle of a kids birthday." She replied with a smile on her face.

"Nat tell him about how he also passed out on the gifts."

"Clint, why are you like this?" He grinned teasingly at Allen, and Natasha laughed. Allen was grateful for the friends he'd made since he started training. Not just the two assassins but also the avengers. They all helped him on fighting tips, excluding Bruce, Tony and Thor. (Thor had gone back after the battle, so Allen didn't really get to meet him.)

"Okay ghost boy, go get changed. You're done for the week." The teen almost gave a cry of relief. Training had been brutal, everyday after school and weekends all day long. When he wasn't training he was patrolling New York as The Phantom. He was grateful for the break.

"Seriously, use your powers. You with black hair is creepy." Allen glared at Clint. The way his powers changed him while he was Phantom were good for a number of reasons. His hair would turn black and his eyes would turn yellow, concealing his identity. How many white haired kids are there in New York? That would be way to easy to pinpoint.

Allen lets the shadows consume him. Once they faded, the teen stood there in a tank top and jeans, instead of his S.H.I.E.L.D uniform, and his hair was white again.

"That will never get old." Spike spoke walking into the Quinjet.

"Wait. How long have we been in New York?" Allen was confused. If he passed out from the teleportation, he'd only be out for ten minutes, max fifteen. He doubted they got to New York within a few minutes of travel.

"You were out for a couple hours kid. That why you're getting the week off. You can't push yourself." Allen stood and walked over to Spike, a slight frown on his face.

"Bye Clint. Thanks for taking care of me on the mission Nat." The redhead smiled at him and said her goodbye before walking out, Clint on her heels.

"Come on. You look dead and your friends are worried." Spike put an arm around Allen's shoulders steering him out of the Quinjet. Once they made it out they got into Spike's car and started the drive home, Allen filling him on on the details of the mission.

"Hey Allen, what do you think about telling your friends what you've been doing." Allen began to protest but Spike cut him off. "Fury approved, they'd be protected Allen. You shouldn't live carrying a burden like that on your shoulders." Allen stared out the window.

"Would they really be safe?"

"They'd be protected by me, and the Avengers. Let's not mention what happens when you're angry." Allen flinched, he couldn't remember what happened but he remembered waking up in SHIELD medical. They showed him the footage and how he leveled four buildings when he thought that Spike had been taken down on a mission. Allen nodded, and smiled.

"Alright, I'm gonna tell them."  Spike smiled at that.

"Good, now tell me. Clint told me something about a birthday party you crashed?"

"I'm gonna kill him."