Danville [1]

"Ahhhhhh!!"

Ren's scream echoed through the void as he felt a surge of pain tearing through his body. It felt as though he was being ripped apart, molecules straining against the fabric of reality. Flashes of light and surreal images bombarded his senses, making him feel like he was tumbling through time and space itself.

He tried to balance himself, hoping to find some stability or direction, but the chaotic sensations overwhelmed him. He felt like he was simultaneously falling, spinning, and flying. Panic gripped him as he struggled to comprehend the bizarre journey he was on.

Thud!

Ren emerged from the portal with a bone-jarring impact, landing hard on a massive TV platform.

He lay there for a moment, dazed and sluggish, before pushing himself up to a standing position. As he straightened up, he noticed the large TV screen in front of him displaying a live broadcast.

The new mayor of Danville, Roger Doofenshmirtz, was cutting a ribbon for a new establishment. Ren stared at the screen, dumbfounded, trying to process what he was seeing. This was not the world he was expecting.

His thoughts were interrupted by a very familiar voice, one he had heard countless times on a TV cartoon show. "Mom, mooooom! Phineas and Ferb are in space right now, we should go!"

Ren turned to see a girl with a round face and blue eyes, dragging her mother towards a car. Her orange carrot-top hair was unmistakable. "No way," he muttered, his eyes widening in disbelief.

He began scanning his surroundings frantically. To his shock, he saw the Googolplex Mall in the distance and, to cap it all off, the unmistakable purple-colored building with a sign that read "Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc."

"You gotta be kidding me," Ren said, his voice tinged with astonishment.

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Inside the S.H.I.E.L.D, Helicarrier

The atmosphere was thick with frustration and confusion. Spider-Man, feeling a bit disoriented without his spider powers, tried climbed the wall and muttered, "Well, this sucks. Without my spider powers, I'm just a guy in a body stocking."

Thor, standing nearby and looking equally displeased, grumbled, "And I did leave Mjolnir on the street. It just... became heavy."

Bam!!

Suddenly, a loud thud echoed through the room as Spider-Man lost his grip and fell.

Swish~

The door to the room slid open, revealing Hulk pushing a trolley carrying the frozen armor of Iron Man.

"At least you guys aren't locked in this metal suit," Iron Man said, his voice laced with irritation. "Man, you're gonna regret having that second coffee this morning."

"Now we gotta find out where that beam came from," he added, his tone becoming more serious.

"Danville, Danville, USA," Nick Fury's voice cut through the air, catching everyone's attention.

Spider-Man, picking himself up from the floor, looked at Fury in surprise. "Have you been standing there this whole time?"

"Yes, yes I have," Fury replied coolly. He walked over to a screen, which displayed an image of a space station with a triangular head. "The beam that hit you originated from the Tri-State Area, bounced off this space satellite dish, and hit you in New York City during your fight."

"Is that one of your shields?" Iron Man asked, straining to see the screen from his awkward position.

"No... It's theirs," Fury said as the screen changed to show pictures of Phineas and Ferb.

Spider-Man stared at the screen, cocking his head. "Man, that kid's got a weird-shaped head."

"H-hey guys, I can't see," Iron Man complained, trying to shift his frozen armor.

Hulk, blocking his view, moved slightly but not enough. Iron Man strained again, only to fall with a loud clang. "What the—bam!"

Iron Man lay on the floor, clearly frustrated. "A little help here."

"I got him," Hulk said, bending down to help his fallen comrade.

As Hulk lifted Iron Man back to his feet, Nick Fury continued, "We need to get to Danville and figure out what those kids are up to. This is beyond just a random incident. It's affecting us, and it could be much worse."

Spider-Man, now fully on his feet, nodded. "So, we're dealing with some kid geniuses who have a penchant for building crazy stuff. Sounds like a job for the Avengers."

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Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated

The scene was bustling with activity as Norm, the oversized robot, diligently cleaned up the remnants of Doofenshmirtz's latest scheme.

"Clean these little pieces here, Norm. No, no, no, you're missing the big one," Doofenshmirtz directed, pointing to a larger piece of debris.

"Okie dokie," Norm replied, picking up the indicated piece.

Doofenshmirtz, always the thinker, mused aloud, "You know, the power-drain-inator did get one shot off before it died. I wonder if it hit anything."

As if on cue, the TV in the corner blared a news update: "Newsline, New York City—a mysterious beam has drained the powers of Thor and our beloved heroes. We now return you to our regularly scheduled program."

"W-Wait!! That was me! Th-that was me! I drained the powers from those superheroes! Ohhh, WINNING!" Doofenshmirtz exclaimed, a gleeful smile spreading across his face.

He hurried over to his computer, excitedly typing into his evil blog on the L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. website. "OMG!! I drained all the powers from a group of superheroes all the way in New York, and those powers belong to me now. Happy emoticon and send."

Turning to Norm, he said, "Norm, let's get the powers out of the canister so I can start wielding them. I-I can't wait to fly and run fast, or carry a big hammer around for no reason."

Norm, holding the canister, hesitated. "Umm, sir, I hate to be the bearer of empty canisters, but this canister is empty."

"Whaaaat? So I don't have the powers?" Doofenshmirtz's face fell, his dreams of superpowered antics crumbling.

"Time to edit your blog, I guess," Norm suggested helpfully.

"Nah, you know what? I'm not gonna change it. Everyone exaggerates on the internet," Doofenshmirtz decided, shrugging off the setback.

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Red Skull's fortress

Tension hung thick in the air as the villains gathered around a large monitor, displaying various footage and data.

"There was a slight miscalculation," Red Skull said, his voice cold and measured as he stared at the screen. "It is apparent in this footage."

"That is more than a slight miscalculation, that is a major mistake," Whiplash retorted, frustration evident in his tone.

"We could have destroyed the heroes once and for all," Venom snarled, his eyes glinting with anger.

"Enough!" Red Skull shouted, silencing the room. "It doesn't change the fact that the heroes are now powerless."

"But what could have happened to those powers?" Whiplash asked, his voice filled with curiosity and concern.

"MODOK," Red Skull called out.

A mechanical whirring preceded MODOK's appearance, his grotesquely large head and tiny body perched atop a floating chair. "I, MODOK, the perfect combination of human intellect and machine, have interfaced with all the dishes of information stored on the vast network and the World Wide Web," he proclaimed proudly.

"I can do the same thing with my phone," Whiplash said, pulling out his smartphone. "Plus, I got free roaming."

"Nice," Venom commented with a smirk.

"As I was saying," MODOK continued, ignoring the interruption, "I have found some tiny, puny human known as Doofenshmirtz, claiming that he has drained the heroes of all their superpowers."

"Hmmm... Doofenshmirtz. So who is this Doofenshmirtz?" Red Skull asked, intrigued.

"I'm projecting his image now," MODOK announced, as a red beam from his head formed a holographic image of Doofenshmirtz.

"He's beautifully grotesque," Red Skull said, examining the projection with a twisted sense of admiration.

"Or hideous and deformed," Whiplash countered.

"He must have a backstory," Venom mused.

"How can we find this psycho freak?" Red Skull demanded.

"He's in the Tri-State Area, Danville to be precise," MODOK replied, his voice full of certainty.

"Danville, eh? Gentlemen, it looks like we're going on an evil road trip," Red Skull declared, a sinister grin spreading across his face.