Mafia!DP and Avengers?
I really like this idea; one of my friends suggested I try this out, and I couldn’t stop writing it ;w;
An adolescent leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine in his cup as he looked upon the people before him. The wine was a sinfully dark red that contrasted greatly with the bright white hair and aura surrounding the mafia boss, and it smelled bittersweet. Glowing green eyes pierced through the darkness towards his ‘guests’, and a sly grin appeared on his face, “So, I hear you have been looking for me?”
Tony Stark grit his teeth, already annoyed with having to deal with the crime lord, “I know it was someone beneath you that hacked the computers and stole the information. Where is it?” His team stood behind him, al wearing equally frustrated faces.
“Hm, I apologize, but I have no idea what you are talking about,” Danny took a long sip from his glass and motioned to the two standing next to his chair. One was a beautiful young woman with dark hair reaching her shoulders, a dark purple blouse and black dress pants gracing her. She’d be the epitome of innocence and beauty if not for the gun in her hand. The other was a dark-skinned teenager with a dark suit on, his hair pulled back underneath a fedora and a bulge in his pocket that looked like a large phone or a small tablet. His glasses blocked the Avengers from seeing his face. Danny leaned over, letting his slicked back white hair fall forward on his neck a bit, “Sam? Tucker? Do you guys know what’s going on with them?”
Sam gave a small smile, “Not at all, Phantom.”
“Yeah, man,” Tucker sighed, lifting his arms above his head and stretching, “No clue.”
A toothy grin spread across Danny’s face, looking more threatening than pleased, “See? I do believe you have the wrong mafia boss, Mr. Stark, Avengers. Please see yourself out.”
“I know it was you!” Tony growled out. To say he was pissed was an understatement; the Phantom Mafia had stolen valuable blueprints and information about weapons for the Tesseract from a long time ago. Tony was told by Fury that those files were deleted once the Tesseract was back in Asgard! “And I know it was someone in your mafia because it had your symbol all over the files!”
An eyebrow raised on Phantom’s forehead, and he reached up to twist the DP symbol Sam designed on his tie clip. The white gold shone in the office, and Danny ‘accidentally’ shined the light in Captain America’s eyes, relishing in the small flinch Steve made in the act, “No need to raise your voice, Mr. Stark. We’re all adults here, are we not?”
Clint Barton muttered under his breath, “You’re barely an adult.”
“Would you like to speak louder, Mr. Barton?” The sly grin stayed put on Phantom’s face, but one could see the growing anger behind the young man’s glowing eyes, “I don’t think your teammates heard your blatant disrespect.” The archer opened his mouth to speak again, but Natasha nudged him, keeping him quiet, “Ah, yes. Obey the little spider, Mr. Barton. You know it will do you good.”
That got a rise out of the team. Stark frowned and narrowed his eyes at the young and seemingly regal man, “We’re a team! No one bosses anyone around, not like you do!”
A snort escaped the dark-skinned right hand man of Phantom, “By the Ancients, can you believe these guys? First they come in yelling about us stealing files, and now they’re accusing you of bossing people around.”
“‘S pretty funny,” Sam smiled, watching the Avengers with careful eyes. Her lilac irises set some of them on edge, the unnatural color reminding them that even she may be a ghost, “Especially since they don’t know what they’re talking about, huh Phantom?” She reached over and rested a hand on the white-haired man’s shoulder, and he grinned back up at her. Phantom leaned back and placed a light kiss on her arm.
A breathy laugh escaped him, and he whispered to the bodyguard, “Sam, Tucker, I order you to call me boss.”
“Nah, dude.” Tucker laughed, a hand clutched to his stomach, “Are you really trying to pull off the ‘I’m the only one in control’ vibe?” Another giggle left his mouth, and his glasses shifted so the heroes could see his green eyes. Tucker stood up straight and nudged his hat in the Avenger’s direction, “You can’t really mess with three bosses over here, friends.”
Steve narrowed his eyes at the three of them, “The name of your mafia is Phantom’s mafia. Shortstack over there is obviously the boss.” If the statement angered the white-haired male, he didn’t show it. Danny merely stood up and took another sip of his wine before handing the glass to Tucker, who drank out of the cup as well.
“The naming was mutual, I assure you,” The shit-eating grin was still plastered on his face, and it set the Avengers on edge somehow. It looked animalistic and feral, as if he could pounce any time and rip them to shreds. The sharpened canines spilling over the edges of his lips didn’t help that fact at all. He stood in front of his leather chair now, and rested one hand on the front of his desk and the other on the blazer of Tucker, “Now, about those files you have accused us of stealing. What were on those documents that have you in such a tizzy as to break into my office?”
Natasha had a feeling that the easiness of them getting into his office wasn’t coincidental. Phantom led them there and most likely ordered his associates to let them come in without much a fight. But what was his end goal? The assassin decided that honesty here had to be the best policy, “Weapon blueprints for high energy cartridges. What are planning on doing with them?”
“Oh please, Phantom has enough toys as it is,” Sam grinned, her finger tapping on the trigger of her gun. The warmed metal gave her a sense of assurance, boosting her confidence, “We don’t need more weapons at our disposal.”
“True, true,” Tucker mused, tapping his chin with his free hand. The Avengers took notice of the watch on his wrist, that not only looked expensive, but also seemed to be too high tech to buy on any normal market, “But money is money, you must know that, Mr. Stark. We may have no need for the blueprints if we hypothetically had them, but what if certain employers decide to pawn them off of us? Hypothetically, of course.”
Tony glowered, “How were you able to hack into Jarvis’ system?”
Phantom grinned once again, “My tech crew specializes in infiltrating, acquiring, and destroying files without leaving a trace. Hypothetically, it was easy to hack into your mediocre system.”
“Not easy enough, apparently,” Steve stepped forward, seeming to challenge the evidence of the mafia leaders, “You left your symbols behind. We were able to track your location. Your tech crew isn’t as smart as you claim it to be.”
Now a frown, the first one of the night, fell on Phantom’s face, and his eyes glowed harsher, the green attacking the white until anything that anyone could see was the unnatural radioactive color. A soft growl escaped his lips, “Questioning the intelligence of my team? And I thought you were the ‘family man’, Captain.”
Tucker laughed and set down the wine on the desk before wrapping an arm loosely around the half-ghost to calm him down, “Little crumbs for you to follow, I assure you. How else were you supposed to find us, Mr. Rogers? We only wished for you to be intelligent enough to understand when we ask you to come, government dogs.” The bite at the insult showed Tucker’s anger through his cool persona.
Glares were shot across the desk, no one saying a word in fear of starting a fight no one could finish. Thor looked clueless as to what was going on, but understood the insult well enough, and he clutched his hammer tighter in his fist. The amount of draugrs in the place was putting him on edge, and he hated it. Clint and Natasha both were sliding into fighting stances, not wanting to take chances with the three in front of them. Tony was furious, seeing as the three of them were children, and Steve seemed appalled that ‘government dogs’ was all that they thought of them.
A boisterous laugh broke out, and all eyes turned to Sam, who held her gun loosely in her hand, watching the tense scene with joy, “God, you guys are cute. Just like us when we were little-” Her eyes suddenly went alert, and a hand flew up to her ear, covered by her hair, and she listened to the device stationed there.
Phantom sat down once again with a huff, “What is it, Sam?”
“Nothing too terrible, but Desiree needs some help at the docks. Should I send in Skulker to help?” The Avengers (or at least, those who were present) watched in shock as the tense atmosphere all but disappeared at the calm conversation the bosses were having.
Tucker shook his head, “Send in Youngblood. He’s already stationed near there.”
“I’ve put him near the warehouses, but he can be moved out while Skulker watches the shipments,” Phantom mused, waving at her. His face was contemplative, and he looked at the heroes in front of him with disdain, “I’d go myself, but my hands are tied. Just go and send Youngblood. Maybe Wulf while you’re at it.”
Then a frown set on his face, like a permanent mask. It didn’t seem as if he was truly angry with the team, but the frown was almost like that of a disappointed parent, or a teacher who realized they had to fail a student, “This would go much faster if you just offered me money for your weapons back.”
“So you did steal the files!” Tony grumbled out, “I’m not striking any deal with a megalomaniac like you!”
Sam leaned down and whispered something in Danny’s ear who waved her off. A dark grin came across her face and she left quickly, her boots making large thuds behind her, showcasing the power she held. To do what, the team didn’t know, but Phantom simply smiled at the heroes as she left, “Me? A megalomaniac? You obviously haven’t met my godfather.” He grabbed the half-empty wine glass from the desk, stained at the edges from his and Tucker’s lips and took another sip, “And yes, you will strike a deal with me before I sell them to others across the globe. I’d say a good three million should cover the profits I’m losing by giving these back to you?”
“Three million should work,” Tucker mused, tapping his chin, “But considering how much we could sell it to a certain government agency… You better up the price, Phantom. Hydra is becoming more and more desperate and have already offered up a nice 4.7 million.”
Phantom’s eyebrows rose, revealing more of his bright green eyes to the heroes. He gestured his glass to Thor, “You hear that shit, tough guy? Do you know how much monetary value that is on Earth?” Thor simply sneered at the draugr, angry at it questioning his own intelligence, “Is that frown a no, or can you not understand me?”
A hand was placed on his shoulder from Steve, making him back down before starting anything with the mafia boss. Captain America wanted nothing more at this point than to wipe that smug look off the teens’ faces, but knew that they’d only cause havoc around the world if he did. As ghosts, they had this uncanny knack to destroy everything they came across. Though his suspicions of Samantha and Tucker being spirits were slowly dissipating. Clint spoke, a glint in his eyes at his friend being insulted, “Do you really want to be on the bad side of SHIELD, Phantom? How about the Avengers?”
Tucker laughed this time, snatching the wine back from Phantom before he could take a drink, earning himself a glare, “You guys aren’t that threatening. And trust us when we say all we do is for the benefit of everyone here.” He took the last sip of the red wine, much to Phantom’s displeasure, before speaking again, “Everything is as it should be, right Phantom?”
The white-haired male sighed before nodding, “At least you got the quote right. Please don’t misunderstand my intentions, Mr. Stark. Although I’m giving back your blueprints at a price, the money is needed for other ventures that will further help not only us, but you as well.” At the disbelieving looks he was being given from the heroes, Phantom sighed before simplifying, “You help me, give money, we do good thing, save future, woohoo.”
His unenthusiastic voice washed over the team, who listened to the sarcastic explanation with confusion. Stark almost wished Bruce was there to beat the information out of Phantom. Hey, Phantom was a ghost! Surely getting the shit beat out of him wouldn’t be too detrimental. A low groan threatened to leave his throat but he held it back by pinching the bridge of his nose. Phantom seemed to smile at the fact that he had made the billionaire annoyed with him, as if he had some vendetta against rich people, when he was in fact a rich person, “So you want about 5 million dollars is what you’re saying.”
“That’s what we’ve been dancing around for the past ten or so minutes, Mr. Stark.”
“Done,” He muttered, angry with himself. He knew that if he wanted, Phantom could order in ghosts at anytime to destroy anything he wanted, already been proven that fact when SHIELD had ticked him off, and Phantom sent a legion to destroy a private training base. Five million wasn’t too much to the billionaire, but it was enough to seriously piss him off, “Anything else you want, Casper?”
Tucker smiled, “Well, I have been wanting this new game that’s coming-”
“That will suffice, Mr. Stark,” Phantom smiled, this time it was almost genuine. Almost. There was still some sort of predatory glint in his eyes, like he finally had captured his prey who were quivering beneath him. Tony didn’t like the look at all, “I’m sure the five million from you and the ten million from SHIELD should cover our expenses, don’t you think so, Tuck?”
Natasha narrowed her eyes, the new information processing in her brain. She had never knew that SHIELD would give Phantom money; and what for? “What do you mean, SHIELD’s giving you cash?”
“Simple,” Phantom’s smile spread, and Tucker’s even widened. They seemed to be sharing an inside joke that the Avengers weren’t in on, and Phantom stood up, casually pressing a button on his keyboard as he did so, “I think ten million dollars for the release of their precious Avengers would be quite the bargain, yes?”
Before anyone could react, the double doors to the office opened, revealing several ghosts who all smiled menacingly at the heroes. Phantom laughed to himself at the shellshocked expressions on the heroes’ faces, “Don’t worry, we don’t need to resort to violence. They are just here in case you… misbehave while I’m negotiating.”
“Yeah, and besides,” Tucker smiled, looking at his watch proudly, “We seem to be right on time! Man, CW is always right.” He looked over at the team, who were all slipping into fighting stances, ready to fight their way out of the situation, “Hey guys? Can we not break the office? This will all be over soon anyway, so enjoy this while you can.”
Thor looked warily at the human before a blanket of darkness seemed to wrap around him. He could see his fellow members falling one by one as a shadowy figure encased them, mumbling sweet nothings in their ears. The god faintly heard Phantom’s praising voice in the background as he, too, began to lose consciousness, “Keep watch over them, Nocturne. Make sure they’re comfortable.” The voices continued on until Thor couldn’t hear anymore, slipping into sweet dreams that made him not want to wake up.