"He's onto me." I say. "Definitely. Might want to avoid him." Peter says. "No shit. When is this going to were off anyway?" I ask. "I have no idea." Peter shrugs. Suddenly there's a loud crash. I pick the thermos and a wrist ray. I walk out to see Skulker. "You have three minutes to explain before I shoot." I say, holding up the wrist ray. "I forget something! Just take it. And the hair thing while fade in six days." He says, leaving. I shoot him in the back. "That's payback for the prank." I say. He leaves. I look at the thing he threw at me. "I swear if it's another glitter bomb." I mutter. "I'm having peter open it." I say, walking into our bedroom. I toss it to peter. "What is this?" He asks. I shrug. "I don't know." He opens it. Glitter explodes in his face. "I fucking knew it." "Danny." Peter glares at me. "What?" I ask. "You have five seconds to run." He threatens. I run out. He chases after me. "Shitshitshitshitshitshit." I curse.
The avengers watch in amusement as peter chases me around while covered in glitter. I finally tackled me. "No fair your faster than me!" I yell. "You glitter bombed me!" He argued. I pout, "Look I didn't know it was a glitter bomb. I just had a sneaking suspicion." I say. "That doesn't make it any better." Peter frowns. "Great now I have to wash it out." He pouts and gets up., "Let's hope my hair doesn't turn white like yours did." "At least we'd be matching." I smirk, Kipping up. He sticks his tongue out at me. "And you call me immature." I mutter. Clint cracks up. "I'm starting to like this kid even more. If you ever meet your friend again can you get me some glitter bombs?" He asks. "No. He will probably try and kill me. Depends on the date." I say, walking out. I walk into my bedroom. I look at the clock. The days actually almost done! I guess time in the ghost zone goes faster.
Peter walks out. "Nice hair old man." I joke. "Frick you Jack Frost." He says. I laugh, peter Snow White hair. "I'm going to punch the guy that gave you that glitter bomb." He says. "And I'll cheer you on." He slips on the Danny phantom pj pants and a loose blue t shirt with a science pin on it. I sit down on my bed. "I feel like I'm forgetting something." I mutter.
"Oh shit Christmas!" I curse.
"Crap your right!" Peter says. He groans, "we might spend Christmas with the avengers." "Your complaining about that! I haven't even bought presents. And now we have to get them for superheroes!" I say. "Let's just make cookies and buy Christmas ornaments." Peter says. "Can we get Clint a bird ornament?" I smirk. "We both can't resist that joke." "And can we give Thor a normal hammer?" Peter laughs. "How can we not?" I smile, "true." Tony walks in. "Eye patch left. What do you want for dinner?" "Noodles." Peter says. "Miso Ramen! That's the best type of noodles." I say. "Sounds good. Hey Jarvis can you order some miso ramen for the team?" "Yes sir." He walks out. "We should probably go to the living room." I say. "Fine." Peter groans. We walk out. "What color is your hair?" Clint asks. Peter sighs and steps out from behind me, "the same as Danny's." He groans. "Hey! I look fabulous I'll have you know." I say. "I guess if girls like the Jack Frost look." Peter jokes. I roll my eyes. "I'm sure some do. I mean back in amity it was the rage for a while. Still don't know why." I shrug.
The ramen arrives. "Wow those bowls are big." Tony says. I happily grab one. "I remember when Sam went through her anime phase her grandma used to make the best ramen." I say. "Who's Sam?" Bucky asks. I pause, "A friend from amity." I said, "if anyone called her Samantha they would have gotten kicked in the shin by her." I smile. "She sounds cool. We should visit her someday." Tony says. I look down, "She, not with us anymore." I say quietly. "Let's just not talk about it." We eat in silence. Oh god I made things awkward. "So. What are we going to do about Christmas?" Peter asks. "Crap. Thats what is coming up." Tony say. "Me and Danny still need to get presents. Which is going to be awkward with the hair." Peter says. "I'm sure you could do that sometime tomorrow. I think we have a meeting to go to." Steve says. "Cool." "Are going to meet Santa?" "Ho ho no." I frown. "Danny come on it's Christmas." Peter says. "Santa's not real. all your doing is siting in some strangers lap and paying for it." I say. "He has a point." Tony says. "But It's Christmas!" Peter says,"How can you not partake in holiday fun!" "Quiet easily Actually." I say, slurping up my noodles.
"Not a Christmas fan?" "Considering all my Christmas's where filled with my parents arguing over if Santa is real or not. Not really." I say, "I mean I like the concept of giving to your friends and family. But Santa and holiday cheer, meh." "I guess it's just for everyone." Steve says. I put my bowl away in the sink. "I'm going to change into pjs." I say. "Ok. I'm thinking of having a movie night. So don't go straight to bed." "I wouldn't dream of it." I joke. I go into the bedroom and slip on the Spiderman pj pants and the hoodie Sam gave me on my last death-day. It's just plain black with my symbol in white. I walk back in, not realizing how ironic my outfit was. I plop onto the couch, "a phantom hoodie and spider man pants? really?" Tony laughs. "They where gifts Okay?" I glare at him. "So what movie do you guys want to watch?" Tony asks. Peter whispers something in Tony's ear. "That's a good one. Cap hasn't seen that yet either. Perfect. Jarvis turn off the lights! Danny close your eyes." He says, I shrug and close my eyes. I hear laughter as they put the movie in. Suddenly I hear. "Who you gonna call?" I roll my eyes, "the jokes on you. This is actually one of my favorite movies." I say. Everyone stares at me. "What?" "Your eyes, are glowing...." tony says.
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FanfictionI decided to make the one shot from my story phantom and his spider pal into a story. You shave my need to read the other one but this is basically just like it but with better writing, a bit darker beginning , and Tom Holland's spiderman instead of...