Disclaimer: The Spider-Man franchise is owned by Marvel Comics whom in turn is owned by the Walt Disney cooperation whom owns all of our poor, unfortunate souls. Danny Phantom is owned by Nickelodeon whom in turn is owned by Viacom whom are a bunch of copy right Nazis. Therefore I cannot stress enough: I don't own it and I'm not profiting off of it.
A/N: My first fanfic to have an actual plot, my first crossover, and my first third person fic. Huzah! The idea for this came from amusing myself by listing all the ways Danny Phantom was inspired by the Spider-Man franchise and wondering what it would be like if Danny and Peter ever sat down and compared notes. As for the timeline/universe of this fic, it's set very loosely in the main 616 Spider-Man comics during the time Peter and MJ were married and before Phantom Planet using the "they've always been in the same universe and have just never met" crossover convention. Also some "comic book time" is in play, meaning Tucker has a smart phone instead of a PDA, websites like Facebook have been invented and the year is 2012, but the story still takes place during the timeline of the show. However you shouldn't need to know that to enjoy this. Warning: updates may or may not be slow and/or sporadic depending on what my schedule ends up being, although I will never let this turn into a dead fic.
Peter Parker, underpaid high school science teacher, even more underpaid freelance photographer, and unpaid, underappreciated superhero crawled into the bedroom he shared with his wife, Mary Jane through the window. His nightly patrol of New York City had been relatively uneventful, although the usual would be muggers, robbers, and one delusion D list "super"-villain had ensured it wasn't a complete waste of time. Especially since he had (or rather the auto-shutter on his camera had) managed to get a few good shots for The Bugle (that would undoubtedly appear under a headline like "Most Useless Member of the New 'Avengers' Proves Incompetent" or the classic "Spider-Menace Threatens Innocent Citizens"). But a paycheck was a paycheck and after all these years he couldn't help but feel a weird sense loyalty to J. Jonah Jameson, defamation and all. Maybe that exclusive freelance contract he signed with him all those years ago had finally caused something akin to Stockholm-Syndrome in him.
As Peter made his way in, he noticed Mary Jane was sitting up on the bed with a large grin her face. Once he had made it through the window she made her way over and embraced him, peeled his mask up to his nose and planted a kiss on his face. After a few moments she released his lips and the grin returned to hers.
"Well hello to you to," said Peter.
"You'll never guess what happened today!" she exclaimed.
"Fox revived Firefly?" asked Peter in his usual jocular tone as he peeled the rest of the mask up off his face.
Mary Jane, MJ as she was known to her friends, laughed while shaking her head and then moving a strand of her long red hair behind her ear. "No, but you're in entertainment, so you're warm."
"That stupid musical based off of me finally left Broadway?"
"Nope, and sorry Tiger, that monstrosity has to stick around for at least seven years to break even…and considering how much everyone likes going to it to see if it's actually as bad as they say or to see another stunt double fall, well, it'll probably be the next Phantom of the Opera in terms of ticket sales. Let us all mourn the loss of quality Broadway shows."
Peter rolled his eyes. "Alright so what's your news?"
"Well, a certain actress has been cast in the soon-to-start-production horror-thriller, Voices of The Dead."
"No," she punched his arm, "me!"
"MJ that's great!" He meant it, after all the trouble and hardships Mary Jane had had to endure over the years it was about time some good started coming her way. But then Peter remembered something, "but what about your play?"
She sighed, "Well it's had a good run and the reviews have been good, but it's set to close in a week. And I've been looking through scripts, but truth be told, there's really no characters that fit me in anything that's casting right now. Plus with summer vacation coming up for you, we're going to need the money (god knows Jameson alone won't cover us), and short of making the jump from off Broadway to on (which granted, I want to do someday, but it's not going to happen overnight) theatre isn't going to pay the bills like good 'ole Hollyweird will right now. But don't worry," she clarified "this won't be like the Lobster Man thing where I'll be in LA for months. It's a small part and the director's famous for getting through shoots quickly so at most, it will take two weeks."
"Huh. So when do you leave?"
"Well see it turns out shooting will be on location in the Midwest (supposedly the town we'll be in is actually haunted) and, this is the cool part, during the same time Midtown High has their spring break," She then smiled seductively. "If Spider-Man can manage get one of his superhero buddies to cover for him for a few days, maybe a Mister Parker can accompany me for part of the shooting." She batted her eye lashes.
"Why Miss Watson-Parker, are you propositioning me?" teased Peter.
"Why yes Tiger, I believe I am."
"You do realize I'm a married man."
"I don't think your wife will mind."
"Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure, seeing as how she's about to place a call for two tickets to Amity Park."
"Wait, Amity, as in Amityville Horror and the town from Jaws?" asked Peter, distracted from their previous line of teasing "If this place is haunted I say they were asking for it."
They both laughed. Maybe this will be a normal, super-villain free vacation for once, thought Peter. Unfortunately for him, it never was.
Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, and Danny Fenton sat in their usual booth at the local teen hangout, The Nasty Burger. It was a typical day for them; hunting ghosts across town, trapping them in a thermos, and trying to keep the secret that Danny was the half ghost superhero known Danny Phantom from his pro-ghost dissection, ghost hunting parents.
"Oh meaty, goodness you get better every minute," cooed Tucker at his burger.
"Tell that to the cow they made that out of," said Sam with biting sarcasm as she played with her salad.
"Okay, okay, guys. Let's not have this fight for gazillionth. Back in your corners now."
"He/she started it!" the two said in unison.
They were an odd group, all social outcasts for their own reasons. Tucker because of his love of technology and ability to freak out every single girl in a five mile radius, Danny because of his parent's embarrassing antics (both ghost related and not) and his ghost powered induced clumsiness, and Sam due not wanting to be associated with the snobs that made up her tax bracket and her gothic sense of style. Although recently things had been looking up for them, both Danny and Tucker had dated the formerly popular Valerie and the beautiful Paulina had started paying attention to Danny (even if it was only because she loved his alter ego and noticed Phantom seemed to show up around Fenton). Best of all, Danny Phantom was finally not being branded as menace by most of the town. People were starting to call him a hero, even comparing him to guys like Spider-Man in the east. Sure, the Fentons still wanted to shoot him with their latest ecto-guns, but it was something.
Suddenly Tucker's smart phone began to buzz.
"Guys you'll never guess!" he exclaimed.
"Um they brought back that geek show you like, Firefly?" tried Sam.
"My sister finally realized she should stop psychoanalyzing us?" tried Danny.
"Nope, and you do realize that's never going happen," replied Tucker.
Jazz, if nothing else, meant well but her attempts to help her "ghost getters" as she called them, through her "phycology training" could be a more than a little annoying at times. Although, thought Danny, it was better than before she was in on the secret and was convinced he had self-esteem issues. And she did hit Freakshow's Ghost Envy right on the nose that time. Maybe once she left for college and got some real training she'd be less of a pain in the neck.
"Alright," said Sam "So what?"
"They're going to film a movie right here in Amity Park. And check out the female cast!" he said as proudly displayed their photos.
Danny's eyes went wide open. Sam sighed, "You're disgusting."
Suddenly Danny felt a chill come over him as his ghost sense went off.
"I am The Box Ghost!" declared a voice coming from a truck outside, delivering boxes of plastic utensils. "Beware!"
"And that's my cue." said Danny as he ran off. "Going Ghost!"
Beyond the reoccurring joke of a villain that was The Box Ghost, a more sinister villain watched his pray intently as did his mysterious benefactors whom he provided with a live feed.
"Mister Masters," said an unknown man from the shadows "This may be the start of a beautiful friendship." A psychotic, high pitched laugh filled the Wisconsin mansion from which they watched.