Fleeting Concepts, Strung Together

♤Ghost X Genetics

~Danny Phantom, Marvel/X-Men/Avengers Xover~

Glassy eyes stared at a figure across the room, a black blur of movement. A familiar silence encompassed the brightly lit room, soft glowing blue light dotted randomly, and an excess of it surrounded the figure. There were others too, wandering around the room, but the dark dress suit was the target. Said suit was ruffled and the white undershirt had a questionable stain on the collar. Brown eyes darted rapidly, socked feet twisted and turned trying to be in every direction at once, hands failing around in an attempt to describe while also scrolling through a ridiculous amount of articles and pictures.

Then he saw it, lips surrounded by a meticulously styled black goatee moved and twitched, Clint made out the tail-end of a sentence.

'-he's a dead kid.'

Suddenly alert he slammed down the blessedly warm mug he had been half buried in, "What!"

Not caring that he probably yelled a little too loud and everyone in the room was now staring at him, Clint was hurriedly searching all his pockets. Where are they? Only stopping when his redhaired assassin partner held out two distinct headphone-like pieces.

"Thanks, Nat," the blond mumbled, shoving them into his ears and adjusting the settings, "What did you say, Tony?"

"I said the kids dead. Joined the afterlife. As in, not alive. Were you listening to anything this morning?"

A bandaged hand came up to rub tired blue eyes, "Not really." He plopped back down into his chair and gulped down the rest of his coffee, "It's too early for this."

"I've done some research into these ghosts; ectoplasm is highly volatile and largely unpredictable." Bruce sipped his tea and returned to flicking through his tablet.

"Ectoplasm?" I sent a half-hearted glare to Bruce and then Tony, "Now you're really not making any sense."

The billionaire huffed, "Well, if someone had been paying attention you would know wouldn't you. Ectoplasm is the chemical make-up of ghosts. Appearances of the species were few and far between leaving many to think of them as stories until a few years ago a stable portal was created that opened into their realm. Ghosts started popping up in hordes around where the portal is. Natural portals began to appear more often since."

"So we care about one kid ghost, why?"

"Because he's the most consistent one to appear. Multiple sightings in Amity Park, Minnesota. Spotted across the States is Washington, L.A., San Antonio, Boston... Less reliable sources say he's shown up in Northern Canada, the UK, and one article says he caused a snow storm in Egypt four months ago. Nearly every hostile ghost attack, he shows up to intervene. Every time a government agency equipped to deal with these entities come in he shows up and throws a wrench into their works and prevented every possible capture of a ghost." Tony dragged a hand over face, "This one dead kid just hacked into my servers five hours and forty-two minutes ago."

Everyone perked up at that.

Steve stepped closer to Tony, brow furrowed, "I thought no one could 'hack' into your computers?"

"No one should be able to," Tony growled out, going through his array of holo-screens with renewed vigour.

Nat settled down beside him with her breakfast and joined the conversation, "Do you know what files he got a hold of?"

"Blueprints to the arc-reactor and my suit designs. And access codes to security cameras-the street ones I signed a deal with the city to set up."

"Wait why would a ghost need an Ironman suit?" Clint mumbled into his, sadly, empty cup.

"How do you know it was him in the first place?" Casually turning the page of his newspaper, Logan didn't look up, "He's a ghost. How did you trace anything back to him? From what I know, ghosts don't sleep. No home, no IP address."

"He didn't hack it himself." Suddenly an image appeared over the table. It was a picture of three teens, a black haired, blue eyed boy with his arms slung around a pale violet-eyed girl, and dark-skinned green-eyed boy. "He had help."

Clint groaned and buried his head into his arms, "Well there goes my plans for a morning nap."

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And then they investigate!
I have zero ideas for this except this short intro, so here's a starter prompt for others.

Why did Tucker hack Stark Ind?
~Ironman suit blueprints: inspiration to upgrade the Fenton Peeler and maybe build slim and light gauntlets.
~Security cameras: to monitor ghost activity (remember back in my other one-shot Save the World? I mention Team Phantom setting up a Global Ghost Alert Tracer, so I was thinking in this they are getting into all the big-name security feeds, and Tucker has an algorithm set up to look for portals/ghosts.
~Arc Reactor blueprints: Danny was curious.

Why is Wolverine chilling with coffee and a newspaper? Because last time I read some Marvel comics, he was an avenger. Granted that was almost a year ago and all I've read recently is just spidey stuff or DC so... And he just kind of popped in there while I wrote it.

Tony is impressed a kid from the middle of nowhere got into his system but ticked at what they got into and ahold of. Also, he's running on no hours of sleep, hence his frantic morning meeting so he could pretty much say "here's three kids from some small town who are working with this ghost kid who fights other ghosts. I need to know how they got in, and I need my stuff back."

Also, the title veers more towards the X-men after Logan appeared so it could go that way too.

Might do more with this, probably won't.

I just noticed this is almost pure dialogue. Whoops.