I was inspired by another fic that I can't remember the name too.

BNHA, DC, MARVEL CROSSOVER (Sort of)

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The sight hit everyone who cared like a train. There was no warning to it; Izuku Midorya, as far as 1-A knew, had taken his own life.

It wasn't a direct act of suicide, rather a blatantly suicidal action that shocked everyone so.

Izuku had jumped straight into a blazing inferno to save someone, and didn't do anything as the flames consumed him. And he never looked away from his friends and allies as it happened.

He was gone now. His devastated mother sobbed over her own loss, begging for her son to return. The majority of class 1A felt the same, each one of them worsening with every worse-case-scenario that popped into their heads. All except one.

Iida grit his teeth as he read through one of Izuku's notebooks. The rage that was building within him was threatining to burst. Each page held a secret he had kept from them. Every painful memory and guilty feeling. When he turned the pages, the bubble became bigger, until he reached the middle.

He felt a tear slip down his face as he looked over the drawings Izuku had made. A bright red suit with yellow accents and a yellow bolt on it's chest. Right next to it was a description that read.

It's silly, but once I knew what his quirk was, I couldn't help but think of this. I call it The Flash.

He carefully pulled the page out after making sure nothing else was written on the other side. He pinned it to a wall in his dorm room and stared at it. It felt like hours had gone by, but still he kept his eyes locked on the drawing, memorizing each and every detail, no mater how insignificant. Tears continued to slip down his face as he stared.

"It's not fair..."

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"Even with this evidence, I'm afraid we're unable to do anything, mr. Tenya." Whatever the principal said next, Iida didn't listen. His heart pounded in his ears, and the edges of his vision began to go red.

"You're all useless." He stood, glaring at the principal, who eyed him in surprise. "Bakugou Katsuki is the reason Izuku is gone now! It's plain as day and you won't do anything about it. You're. Utterly. Useless."

"Iida." All Might, who was standing next to him, placed a hand on his shoulder.

"KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF ME!" The boy slapped his hand away and glared at him. "You're just as useless as everyone else. If you won't do something about this, then I will." With that, he left the office.

He was breathing heavily through his nose as he returned to his room. Thoughts swam around his head, clouding his mind and shouting in his ears.

With a shout of pure rage, Iida drove his fist through one of the walls in his room. His eyes widened as he pulled his hand back, noticing the blood on his fist. He looked around and felt somethig building up, something than just anger.

He pulled back his other fist and punched through the wall again, quickly pulling his hand back to grab a book he'd left on his desk, and threw it into his glasses shelf, breaking it, and several of his much needed glasses. He continued to trash his room, letting whatever primal fury he had guide his movements. Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes having landed on the drawing once again.

Izuku had drawn that. He almost destroyed it. He quickly calmed down and approached it. He stared at the design again, letting an idea formulate in his mind.

"Izuku..." He clenched his fists, which now dripped lightly with blood. "...I'm no hero..."

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Bakugou glared at his opponent. The tournament had been running smoothly so far, and now they were all here for the final event.

Across from him stood Iida Tenya, Four Eyes, as he called him. But something was off about him; he glared at Bakugou with such intensity, he swore he saw his eyes turn red.

As soon as they were given the signal, they charged at each other, Bakugou, using his quirk to propel himself forward, flew at his oponent, simply planning to blow him out of the ring. He didn't expect Iida to suddenly dodge down, and grab his ankle as he passed.

Bakugou felt a pain shoot out from his back, as Iida pulled him back and slammed him into the ground. The taller boy wasted no time in slamming his foot down on his face, before stepping back.

Bakugou shot up and shook his head, the adredaline having numbed some of the pain.

"You'll pay for that, bastard!"

"AND YOU'LL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO IZUKU, YOU SONOVABITCH!" Iida rushed forward, jumping and slamming his knees into Katsuki's chest. The ash blonde flew back, sliding against the floor. The crowd began to murmur as Iida continued the very one sided battle.

"YOU'RE NO HERO, BAKUGOU! YOU'RE JUST A FUCKING VILLAIN IN THE MAKING, AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT!" Bakugou glared at Iida, the anger inside him boiling over.

"YOU KEEP YOUR FILTHY MOUTH SHUT, FUCKER!! AND WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT THAT USELESS DEKU!! IF HE'S DEAD THEN GOOD!!" The crowd went silent. Nobody spoke another word as the realization dawned on the ash blonde. Iida smirked, satisfied with how the bastard outed himself.

"You know... I used to have hope about this place. But seeing you here, knowing you're a fucking monster..." Iida removed his glasses, dropping them to the floor and crushing them under his foot. "...It makes me realize just how useless this place really is. If they're gonna let you in, they might as well start training villains while they're at it."

Iida reached up to grab the zipper of his jumpsuit, and began dragging it down.

"I'm tired of seeing evil deeds go unpunished. I'm tired of waiting for some useless, so-called, hero to bring justice to people like you. But most of all..." He reached behind himself, just bellow the back of his neck, and pulled a bright yellow mask over his face. "...I'm tired of playing by the rules." He discarded the jumpsuit, revealing a bright yellow costume, with three thick red jagged lines on his forearms, and waist. And on his chest was a bright red lightning bolt, proudly displayed for the world to see.

Before Bakugou could react, Iida ran forward and punched him in the nose, breaking it and sending him back. Without waiting, he ran up and stomped down on his right hand, breaking it. Bakugou shouted it pain and cradled his hand.

Iida looked at the horrified crowd, stopping when his eyes landed on a familiar looking face. Inko Midorya.

"Bakugou..." He looked down at his oponent with a sneering smirk, pointing a thumb back towards the crowd. "Look what you did."

Bakugou could barely see. His vision was foggy from the pain, but they soon focused on the horrified face of Inko. Suddenly the weight of his decisions fell on him, and he felt sick.

"I hope you suffer." With those last words, Iida ran off, leaving Bakugou crumpled on the floor. He stared at his hands, the horror finally setting in.

"What have I done...?" Katsuki looked at his bleeding hand as his vision faded. "...What have I done...?" 'Izuku'