The Intern
Chapter 1
The Intern
--Danny POV--
I looked up at the tower.
“Wow,” I said under my breath.
I walked inside to see a woman behind a fairly large counter. She was typing away at her computer.
“Hello?” I piped up.
The woman looked up from her computer, “You must be Mr. Fenton,”
I nodded.
“I’m Miss Potts,” the woman said, putting a lock of red hair behind her ear.
I moved my own raven black hair out of my eyes.
Miss Potts handed me a key card and told me to take the elevator to floor five.
I went in and pressed the ‘5’ button.
I looked down at the key card.
It had my name ‘Daniel Fenton’ on it with a bar code underneath and the Stark logo on the side.
I got out on the fifth floor to a lab with a few other inventors and scientists.
I walked along, not knowing where to go.
I spotted a desk with a nametag on it, with my name.
“So you’re the newbie,” said a voice.
I turned around to see the CEO of Stark Industries.
Tony Stark.
“Y-yes, I am,” I stumbled over my words.
“I expect good things from you,” he said with a wink.
Then he walked off.
I got a feel of my desk.
It looked like a normal desk, with a built in computer and coffee machine being a few things added on.
I got right to work, pulling a silver and green device out of my bag that I brought.
It looked like a thermos, but it was more then that.
I pulled a similar thermos out and opened up a panel.
I had been trying to replicate the first thermos for a while, but make it better.
Stronger.
“What’s that?” someone asked behind me, jumping me.
I turned around to see a kid around my age.
Messed up brown hair, with brown eyes. I was a little taller, but I had hit my growth spurt a few months ago.
“High tech thermos,” I answered, thinking that was kinda the truth.
“If you rewire that, it might work better,” he said, pointing to a section of wire I hadn’t noticed had come out.
“Thanks,” I said, “Didn’t see that,”
“I’m Peter,” he said, extending a hand.
I shook it, “Daniel, but please call me Danny,”
Peter walked off and left me to fiddle with my thermos.
--Peter POV--
When Tony told me he hired an intern around my age, I thought he was another superhero.
Unless that thermos was his superpower....
Probably not.
But he was bused from Minnesota, so Danny had to be special somehow, right?
I decided to do some digging, because now I was really curious.
I googled "Daniel Fenton" and got one hit.
A news article. I opened it up.
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AMITY PARK STILL REELING FROM FENTON ACCIDENT
Citizens still are reeling from what happened at the Fenton household. The house seemed to collapse in on itself.
Three bodies were found, all dead, and one has still yet to be found, but is presumed dead.
We interviewed two citizens of Amity Park close to the Fentons.
"It was just so sudden," said Sam Manson, close friend of the Fentons' son, "But I believe Danny is alive,"
"If you didn't find his body, he could be safe," said Tucker Foley, another close friend of the Fentons' son.
Authorites still are searching to see if they can find the body of the Fenton boy.
Memorials to Madison, Jack, and Jasmine Fenton will commence this coming Saturday.
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Danny couldn't be that missing person, right?
I mean, that Sam person outright called him Danny.
I shook the thought out of my mind of a second.
But it wanted to cling to the back of my brain.
How did Danny survive, if he was that Fenton.
And why was he here?
---Tony POV---
I watched Daniel through a security camera monitor.
"All I need is a lab," I heard the boy's promise in my head, "Just so I can fix something that will fix everything,"
I wasn't stupid. I knew Daniel was the missing person from an accident in Amity Park.
But I also knew this boy was in some kind of danger.
I sipped my coffee as I noticed Peter talking to Daniel.
"I'm Peter," Peter said.
"Daniel, but please call me Danny," Daniel said, shaking Peter's hand.
Peter walked off and Daniel - I mean Danny - started working on that thermos.
I could tell that thermos wasn't meant to keep coffee hot for 24 hours. It was meant to hold something.
I decided to question Danny about it. After working hours.
I got a little beep beep from my phone and answered it.
"Hello?" I said, taking another swig of coffee.
"Stark, we need you over here," I heard the annoying voice of Captain America, "Now!"
"Alright, hold your horses," I sighed, hanging up.
I summoned my armor.
"Take you to Mr. Rogers?" asked the computerized female voice I named Friday.
"Yes Friday," I said. With that, I took off.
---Danny POV---
The place Mr. Stark set me up with was pretty nice.
A small apartment. One bedroom, one bathroom, a living room, and a small kitchen.
I flopped on the living room couch and stared at the ceiling.
I pulled out a framed photo.
It was of me, my family, and my two best friends.
"I'll come home soon," I whispered.
I was aroused by a knock at my door.
I opened it to see a man about as tall as I was. Blond hair, blue eyes.
"Hello?" I said, already feeling my body tense up.
"Hello, I am Vision," the man said, his voice slightly monotone, "I was sent by Mr. Stark to make sure you settled in alright,"
"I'm good," I said, letting my body relax a little.
I let Vision into the tiny apartment.
He went through the wall into the bedroom.
My eyes went wide. The still were when he walked back through the wall.
"Ghost," I said, backing toward my bag.
"I am not a ghost Mr. Fenton," Vision said, "Sorry I made you uncomfortable,"
I stopped backing up, but I tensed again. Vision seemed like a genuinely nice, thing. But if he was a ghost...
Vision looked around a little more, then he left.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
I locked the door and made sure all the windows were closed.
Then I let a ring of light appear around my waist.
The ring split in two, one going down, the other going up.
Once they disappeared, I was different.
I felt my eyes glow a radioactive green as they shined through my now snow-white hair.
I wasn't Danny Fenton.
I was Danny Phantom.
