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jicklet · 2 years

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[BURSTS IN WITH MY POST-NO WAY HOME TOBEY!PETER THEORY]

(spoilers, obviously)

So I saw people being like, how does it work for them to get sent back now, aren't they just going to die anyway, maybe it creates separate universes. But where's the fun/catharsis in that! SO HERE'S WHAT I'M THINKING.

Norman gets sent back, the Goblin is gone. He doesn't send the glider at Peter meaning he doesn't get stabbed. He lives! But he still did kill a lot of people, so he goes to jail or maybe gets the insanity defence and gets sent off to get help being at home in his mind again.

Either way, just like in canon, Harry now takes over Oscorp. But! Since his father didn't die, Harry doesn't have his whole vandetta against Spider-man/Peter. He still hires Otto to do his experiments for Oscorp, still trying to make his farther proud. So that all goes down the same (Rip Rosie ☹️).

If you don't remember, originally what happens at the end of Spider-man 2 is that Otto has his fusion reactor going, but it's going to overload again but worse and destroy the city. Peter is begging him to do the right thing and shut it down. Ock grabs Peter by the throat... and that's the last thing he remembers in No Way Home. He's eventually able to break through the hold the tentacles have on his mind and get control of them, and he tells Peter to get out and he'll bring the building down on the reactor to drown it in the river, knowing he won't have time to get out himself. His last words are "I will not die a monster."

SO. No Way Home happens, he's back in control and gets sent back to that same moment. WITH THIS CRUCIAL EXTRA TIME AND BRAINSPACE where he's not fighting to be in control again, he tells Peter to go, and manages to drown the reactor without dying himself. Maybe Peter gets him out, maybe he just plans it better since he's not trying to redeem himself so much. IDK BUT HE GETS OUT FINE. Hooray!

Now we're on to Spider-man 3. Harry, unvengeful flavor, finds has found his father's Green Goblin stuff. Maybe they found it back when his dad got arrested and he hid it, maybe he stumbles onto it now. But he wants to talk to Spider-man about what really happened with his dad, since a lot is still unclear. He doesn't know it was Peter before, but they bond and he starts to suspect.

He doesn't straight up take the Goblin formula as-is, but uses Oscorp resources to keep working on it so it doesn't turn him insane. Or maybe he just uses the Goblin accessories and builds some good armor and doesn't become a superhuman. Either way! At the end when MJ gets kidnapped again, either Spidey knows what he's been doing and shows up to ask him for help and Harry has already been suiting up like, "Of course, Pete" (casually revealing he knows the truth), OR Peter and Harry were hanging out moping about MJ or something when they see the news, and Peter's like "I HAVE TO GO FOR MYSTERIOUS REASONS", but Harry is like "Peter, I know you're Spider-man, and I can help," and reveals the suit then.

So off they go together to fight Venom-Eddie and Sandman, and with Harry having been there for the whole fight it goes a little easier this time. Harry does *not* die, and isn't messed up by vengeance or goblin serum. So Harry gets fixed too, and doesn't even need to be in No Way Home.

Tobey!Peter goes back to a world in which Norman, Otto, and Harry all lived.

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Maybe a Secret Saturday and DP crossover with the Fenton's being approached to join the Secret Scientists. The parents are quickly deemed too biased against ghosts to join until further notice. Their kids, on the other hand. The son's not quite a scientist, but he has potential. And their daughter would be perfect.

“Remind me why I’m doing this again?”

Doc gave Zak a look. “Because the Secret Scientists need new members. Potential members need to be screened by existing members. And the Fentons have kids your age.”

Zak raised a skeptical eyebrow. “I don’t exactly get along with ‘kids my age.’” It was true. Ulraj and Wadi were exceptions to the rule, and even interactions with them had been rough at first. It had been four years since he met them, and they were still just about his only friends.

Zak just didn’t do ‘normal’ very well. Sure, he could integrate himself into a group for the sake of information gathering, but that usually didn’t last very long. Thirty minutes, tops.

“I know,” said Doc. “But sometimes people will say things to and around kids that they wouldn’t otherwise, and we want to be thorough. Make sure we’re inviting ethical people. No more Abbies.”

“I guess that makes sense,” said Zak. He sighed. He knew Fisk wouldn’t be able to come. Most of the time, they were able to get away with people assuming he was a guy in a suit, or just ignoring him in favor of much more obvious, more immediately dangerous cryptids, but that wouldn’t be something they could get away with when it came to prolonged contact.

It never seemed fair to Fisk.

(Cryptids always seemed to get the short end of the stick. Even the ones who were as intelligent as any human.)

“You don’t have to be friends with them,” said Doc, putting a hand on Zak’s shoulder. “Just like we don’t have to accept the Fentons into the Secret Scientists... But give it a chance?”

“Okay,” said Zak, shrugging. “A chance.”

Danny loved his parents. They loved him. He knew that they were brilliant scientists who had made incredible breakthroughs in a difficult and poorly regarded field. They deserved recognition and funding. They had no colleagues with whom to correspond or test ideas with. They had no real friends. They deserved that, too.

All in all, Danny thought they deserved the position in the think tank that was about it interview them.

But Danny felt sick at the idea of them spreading their biased and hateful theories about ghosts to yet another group. He hated the very thought of even more people, more scientists, more people who were trying to do good in the world, calling him and the other ghosts evil just because of the way they existed.

But he didn’t know how to stop it. Not without revealing himself, and he was too much of a coward to do that.

... Maybe he could convince their kid he was a jerk?

Ugh, no. As inconsiderate as he could be unintentionally, he was incapable of being a jerk on purpose. Unless the person deserved it.

(Jazz had once theorized that it had to do with his ghostly Obsession of helping others. Danny theorized that not all aspects of his personality had to do with him being a ghost. Jazz had dropped the theory shortly thereafter.)

He was worried.

Could pull a Harry Potter and drop a cake on someone’s head. Would that work?

Unlikely.

There was one option, but it was a bit of a longshot. He could tell the interviewers that he had doubts about his parents’ work and conclusions. But would they believe him? He was just a teenager. Easy to dismiss.

What if he approached them as Phantom?

(What if they were just as gun-happy as his parents?)

This was hard.

He sighed, and swung himself off his bed. Regardless of what he actually did, he needed to make himself ‘presentable,’ otherwise he’d never hear the end of it.

Although, concerning his appearance and his secrets... He tugged lightly on the lock of gray hair he’d sprouted lately. It had become a nervous habit. One he really needed to stop, because drawing attention to white hair on his head was not something he wanted to do.

Maybe be should start dying his hair?

“Danny?” called Maddie from downstairs. “The Saturday’s are here! Come on down!”

Danny clattered down the stairs, being loud on purpose (the better to be undetected when he wanted to be quiet).

The Saturdays... Huh. Danny had not expected to ever see another family wearing jumpsuits. Much less orange jumpsuits. Jack looked overjoyed.

The Saturdays’ jumpsuits looked just slightly more combat ready, however. Danny’s stomach, which had already been sitting rather low in his chest, plummeted.

He did not foresee this going well in any way, shape, or form.

He forced himself to turn his attention towards the son. Who was color coordinated with his parents, but not, thankfully, wearing a jumpsuit.

(Interestingly, he did, however, appear to be armed.)

“Hi,” said Danny, waving slightly in greeting.

“This is our son, Danny,” said Maddie. “Our daughter, Jazz, is at a study group right now, but she should be home before too long. Danny, this is Doctor Solomon Saturday, his wife, Drew, and their son, Zak.”

Zak smiled at Danny in a slightly strained, awkward way. His teeth were just a little sharper than human average. There were flecks of orange and gold in his eyes.

This was a person who wasn’t quite human.

Maybe this would be easier than Danny thought. He tugged on his lock of white hair. “Prematurely grey buddies, huh?” he said.

“Oh,” said Zak, touching his own, much larger, tuft of white hair. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“Um,” said Danny, acutely aware of all the parental eyes on him. “Video games?”

“Sure,” said Zak.

“Great,” said Danny. “Let’s go.”

Zak followed Danny upstairs.

He was 99% certain the other boy wasn’t entirely human. He wasn’t sure if it was simply intuition, or some remnant of his Kur powers, but he would put money on it. If, well, he had anyone who’d bet with him.

(Doyle, maybe, but Doyle wasn’t here.)

(Where had this intuition been with Argost? That’s what he wanted to know.)

“So,” said Danny, rocking slightly. “Do you play Doom?”

“Now and then,” said Zak. “Kinda prefer older games.”

“How old?”

“Uh... I kind of like the pokemon games on the 64?”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve got a couple of those,” said Danny. “Um.” He flopped down in a beanbag chair. “Just... make yourself at home, I guess?”

“Thanks,” said Zak, managing to catch the controller Danny tossed at him and sitting in the desk chair.

“So...” said Danny, not making a move to turn on the system. “This is going to be weird to ask, but, um. Do your parents know you’re not totally human?”

Zak stared. He... hadn’t expected Danny to be able to tell that he had been Kur, much less come right out and ask him about it.

“Or... you know what, forget I said anything. It’s just a joke, haha, so, games-”

“Do yours know?”

Danny frowned. “That you’re not human?”

“No, that you aren’t human.”

Danny looked away. “No,” he said, fiddling with the controller. “They’re not... very good about that kind of stuff. If your parents are, that’s good. It’s just...” He rubbed the cord of the controller between his fingers. “Mom and Dad are great at the technical side of things, but they don’t like being wrong. And they think ghosts are unfeeling and mindless, so...”

“Oh,” said Zak. “Um. Are you,” he stopped, realizing that asking someone if they were dead was probably not a great idea. He slumped down in his seat. “I’ll tell my parents.”

“Yeah, if you could not tell them about me and just, like, the other bit, that’d be great.”

“I can do that,” said Zak.

Jazz carefully placed an envelope under the windshield wiper of the Saturdays’ car. Knowing her brother, he was probably going to try something dramatic, but if these people were serious about being scientists, she was sure they would take evidence and data regarding the intelligence of ghosts much better.

And Danny had thought he was just humoring her when he helped her interview those ghosts! Thought she had no other motives other than curiosity!

Well. Honestly, he was right. Back then, she didn’t know there was a think tank considering inviting her parents to join.

But, hey, it came in handy, didn’t it?

“It’s such a shame,” said Drew, writing her recommendation against the Fentons joining the Secret Scientists. “They seemed like such nice people.”

“Yeah, but if both their kids are telling us they shouldn’t be let in,” said Zak, “and they don’t even know about the Secret Scientists, they think you’re just part of a think tank, how nice can they really be?”

Drew made a face, and reached over to give Zak a quick hug, which he just as quickly escaped.

“The daughter, though,” said Doc. “She has a good foundation, here, with her research.”

“Maybe once she graduates high school,” said Drew. “We have scholarships, don’t we? Or maybe an internship... Cryptid psychology might interest her...”

“What about Danny?” asked Zak, yelping as Fisk snuck up behind him and poked him.

“Hrrade hhr hrend?” said Fisk, slyly.

Zak narrowed his eyes. “Maybe,” he said.

“We’ll keep an eye on them,” promised Doc. “All the Fentons. Just in case.”

#danny phantom #secret saturdays #dp/ss crossover #ask #answer #prompt #prompt fill #one shot #no seriously guys this is a one shot

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