That's right reader's a Hawkman idea! Who would have thought?

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"Speech"

'Thought'

For 80% of the population, their story begins when they turn four. When most turn four they gain their Quirks, powers that could range from super-strength to the ability to stretch a finger a sixth of an inch. Once a Quirk was developed it made the user that much more important in society, they could be a hero, they could be useful.

For Izuku Midoriya, his fourth birthday came and went, and no Quirk developed. Months went by and nothing every came to him.

Izuku Midoriya is a small green haired, green eyed boy raised primarily by his mother, Inko Midoriya, in Musutafu City, Japan.

Half a year went by and on the insistence of his mother an appointment was set up with a doctor specializing in Quirk development. For Izuku, the appointment couldn't have come any slower.

He wanted to be a hero, he wanted to be the smile and voice that put others at ease in times of crisis. He wanted to be exactly like the Number 1 hero in all of Japan, All-Might.

The day of the appointment came and all Izuku could muster was a look of shock as he learned that he wouldn't be getting his heroic story after all.

His life and story would be hell. One of being a bystander, of being useless, of being a deku.

At least, only for a few years more.

Several years had passed since finding out about his status as quirkless, and Izuku's life had changed for the worse. With his lack of powers acquaintances became cold and his long-time friend friend Kacchan, aka Bakugo Katsuki, had become a harsh bully driving away any that would try to be Izuku's friend. While his mother tried to help, it was to little to truly be the buffer he needed.

The only time the 14 year old boy felt at his best were in the dreams he started having not long after his quirklessness was revealed. Dreams of history and knowledge, of freedom and skies, of war and death, and most importantly for young Izuku; dreams of love.

And how could they not be the best experience in his life! Every dream held love from a brave and courageous woman, each with a different face, a different name, a different voice, but each one held a familiar spark that brought to mind the strangest and most lovely sounding word in Izuku's vocabulary; Shiera.

Shiera acted like a rope dropped to him in the pit of darkness that his waking moments had tried to leave him in. And it was a rope he gladly used to pull himself out of the pit. Using the dreams Izuku set about making himself someone worthy of a Shiera that he may meet in his life. He would learn the words, histories, and how to fight like those of civilizations both living and dead. While he may never rid himself of the his overemotional tendencies, Izuku would make himself into a warrior and hero that could stand shoulder to shoulder with her.

If you asked anyone that knew Izuku Midoriya to describe the boy, you would probably hear the word enigma brought up quite a lot.

How else would you describe a 6 year old who didn't know how to best approach a group of children his own age, but could have and keep up conversations with any adult he might come across. Or a 10 year old who could wield a stick like weapon and be able to use it with a surprising amount of accuracy, yet trip over there own feet when mumbling to themselves. Or a 13 year old who could stop a mugging with a stare that was filled with a strength and confidence that outmatched even some of the pro-heroes that worked throughout the country, yet still tear-up and blush at the slightest ounce of gratitude directed toward him.

However, there would be some that would, with a certain amount of flowery language, describe Izuku as an ever-growing, ever-burning, torch. A light in the darkness, always willing to lend a hand to help those in need; be it with carrying groceries, crossing the street, help with housework, stopping a local bully, or even stopping an attempted mugging. It was moments like these that made those people believe that he could beat the odds. Izuku would be a hero, even if he would have to fight the world to do it.

And if on a good day you asked one Bakugo Katsuki, the bully and former friend of our young hero-to-be, what he thought of Izuku; he would probably scoff, call Izuku a useless nerd, and change the subject. On a bad day, something might explode.

But none of this would matter to Izuku, because he would become a hero and he would find his Shiera.

For Bakugo, his life had been heaven. He was smart, he had a powerful quirk that would be useful in stopping villains, and he didn't need anyone to be there for him or to like him. After all, he was the best and he was on a straight shot to being the number 1 hero in Japan.

But now that heaven had become hell, and Bakugo needed someone to help him.

'Fucking cowards!' he thought. 'How can any of you be called heroes!?'

Bakugo didn't know how long he'd been held hostage by the villain made of sludge. He didn't know how long he'd been used like a puppet to destory the Tatooin shopping district through his explosive quirk. He didn't know how long he had been struggling against the villain's hold, leaving only his eyes and hair uncovered. He didn't even know how long he had to watch as the cowards that called themselves heroes refused to step in and put a stop to this hell.

What he did know was that he, Bakugo Katsuki, would die here if no one stepped in.

Closing his eyes, Bakugo again tried to free himself. A shout caught his and the villain's attention.

"No you idiot! You're going to get yourself killed!"

The sludge villain turned, giving Bakugo a good look at the idiot.

A familiar head of green hair raced toward him. An unfamiliar look on Izuku's face as he, without slowing down, took his backpack off and tossed it into the sludge villain's eye; causing the villain to loosen his grip on Bakugo's mouth and nose. Using that chance Izuku began to scrape and dig at the sludge, hoping to find anything he could use to pull his bully out of the dangerous situation.

"Deku!? What the fuck are you doing here?" Confusion and anger evident in Bakugo's voice.

Izuku looked up toward Bakugo, strength spilling out with every word even as tears began to form in his eyes; "I know you hate me Kacchan, but I couldn't stand by and watch you die!"

But Bakugo heard none of this. Instead, he was distracted by a new difference with Izuku; his teary eyes were no longer the green they had been for the past fourteen years, they were now a deep, almost hawk-like amber.

The feeling of human hands grabbing onto his wrist pulled Bakugo from his thoughts and, ever so slowly, he was being pulled free from the sludge by Izuku. Inch-by-inch, Izuku and Bakugo fought out of the sludge villain's grip. Every time the villain tried to pull Bakugo back, Izuku's strength seemingly doubled. Before finally, Bakugo was wrenched free entirely and both boys fell to the ground.

Seeing the boys fall, the villain raised a tendril of sludge up to strike the two down.

Luck was on side of Izuku and Bakugo, as the attempted attack was interrupted and voice heard around the nation spoke up.

"I'm really pathetic, aren't I?"

All-Might had arrived. Standing over the two boys and using one arm to block them from harm, the hero continued.

"I talk about the traits that make a great champion, but I wasn't living up to my own ideas!" All-Might took breath, blood starting to dip from his mouth. "Pros are always risking their lives in the service of others, that is the true test of a hero!"

As he drew his free arm back, a look of fear spread across the villain's face. Throwing his fist forward, All-Might bellowed, "DETROOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIT SMAAAASH!"

The punch was followed by a gust of wind that not only separated the villain to make it harder for reformation, but also blow out the fires caused by Bakugo's unwilling explosions.

Then slowly, it started to rain.

Since he received the injury that destroyed his stomach, All-Might felt as though his life was on a countdown. A countdown till he had to pass-on his quirk, a countdown till his retirement, a countdown till his death.

But then he met Izuku Midoriya, and he wasn't impressed.

Don't get him wrong! When they had their first chat and Izuku talked about his long-held dream, all the pro saw was someone who wouldn't be able to handle the trials and heartbreak that come with heroics. The boy's reaction to his true form didn't help that impression either.

To be fair, life-shattering injuries like his tend to harden the most caring of people.

Then he watched as Izuku, who he had written off as unfit to be a hero, race into a situation that many of the local heroes feared to tread in order to save that other boy from the sludge villain. As the two fell to the ground, All-Might felt the wave of energy he needed to burst into action.

After making quick work of the villain and as he began to talk to the reporters that made it to the scene, All-Might always made sure to keep an eye on Izuku Midoriya. He watched as the boy was praised and yelled at in equal measure, he also noticed that after the local heroes were done talking to the boy. Izuku silently left the scene.

Quickly making his move All-Might quickly ended the interview he was in and followed after young Izuku. Carefully the pro planned a route and began to think of what he would say to the boy.

Finally intercepting the boys path, he slid into view in-front of the boy.

"IT IS I, ALL- *BLUURGH*!" Before he could finish, blood spewed from his mouth and a cloud of smoke engulfed his muscle bound form.

"A-all-Might!" Izuku shouted. "Are you alright?"

Waving the smoke away, All-Might's true emaciated, almost skeletal form was once more revealed.

"I'm alright kid, thanks for asking." All-Might put a hand to his back and groaned as he stretched his spine out. "I wanted to talk to you, but you left before I got the chance."

"What about?"

"That stunt you pulled back there to save that other kid was really something."

Izuku stiffened slightly.

"You showed something those other pros lacked." All-Might pointed at Izuku. "You, Izuku Midoriya, showed that you have what it takes to be a true hero."

Tears of joy started to appear in the boy's eyes as his hero spoke those words.

All-Might began to grin, "And that is why I wish to give you my quirk and for you to take my place as symbol of peace."

As the offer was made, the joy quickly turned to confusion as Izuku processed those words. And for the first time in a while, All-Might thought that maybe life wouldn't be as bad as it seemed since he received his injury.

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