Danny did it. He reached the stars, achieved his dreams. Sure, he wasn’t an astronaut, but that antiquated job title didn’t exist anymore. What with the rise of superheroes and space cops and aliens and teleportation tech, there just wasn’t any need to strap in to rocket ships to explore the solar system and beyond. But the crux of Danny’s childhood dream was the same. He got to work in space.
Danny loved his job. He got to be in space! He got to handle and maintain top of the line tech! I was helping heroes by keeping their base functional and running at tip-top shape! He even became sorta work buddies with some of them.
Well. Ok, most were polite but distant and Batman looked like he only barely tolerated Danny’s water cooler talk but that’s just how the man looks. And Danny did have to backtrack some of his kvetching when the Dark Knight started to look like he was gonna put his parents on some sort of watch list, so obviously he cares! But. It’s not like any of their inventions ever worked so obviously Danny reassured him that the Fentons were harmless.
And then Danny took a trip earth-side to visit family for the holidays. It was going to be great! He hadn’t seen Jazz or his parents in ages, even Uncle Vlad was gonna be there! (He’d taken a step back from ecto science ever since their college portal attempt failed to even spark, but he was still a very close family friend.)
And like always, first thing he did after greeting his parents, before even changing out of his work coveralls, Danny wandered down to the lab to take a look at his parents’ latest over engineered sculptural scrap abominations. (They really should have switched over to set and prop design ages ago, it was all totally useless junk but it always looked cool as fuck.)
Except. That looked like a semi-plausible transporter. Which if that was the case would be wildly illegal without the right permits, not to mention hell on the electricity grid. So Danny stepped closer to take a look into the bowls of the machinery. He’d have to dismantle it for sure if-
“Oh Danny~!” “Surprise bro!” Sam and Tucker thundered into the lab and startled him so bad he flinched and braced down on the wall with the control panel and-
Danny woke up floating between his horrified friends and an active glowing portal. He’d have to shut that down for sure. Batman could never ever know about this.
It would be fine. This was a fluke. He would disrupt the portal, alter the blueprints, the Fentons would go back to- no, continue being harmless. And Danny would go back to work at his dream job and if any of his coworkers, heroic or otherwise asked about his holiday, Danny would tell them his best friends surprised him with a visit and no one would have any reason to arrest his parents. Easy.
Back on the watchtower Danny got an insidious inkling that it may not, in fact, be easy. Superman asked if he had heart troubles. Danny kept ‘dropping’ important equipment. He had to keep checking his reflection to make sure he wasn’t glowing or going invisible. He made many a fellow mechanic ran out the room to check the artificial gravity generator when Danny began to float.
So. It might not be easy, but.
It was. Going. To be fine.
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