15 years ago...

Melody Winters, a blonde, young woman, held her baby girl in her arms. The newborn was still in the process of crying her tiny little eyes out, however, as her mother sang to her, her cries soon began to stop. Beside her, Michael Winters held his glasses away as he leaned forward and kissed his daughter on the forehead. He wore the biggest smile on his face as he looked upon his wife. "You did it honey," he said with tears in his eyes.

Melody smiled back at him. "WE did it. Well, more me than you but WE did it," she joked. She looked down at her daughter and kissed her on the head. "You look so pretty Abigail..."

Michael smiled. "After your grandmother?"

"The first in our family to have a Quirk. I just know that she'll do great things when she grows up," Melody said.

As the new parents continued to enjoy their time together, the doctor that helped them approached them with a smile on his face. "How are the new parents?"

"Happiest day of our lives Robert," Melody said. "Have you ran a test yet?"

The doctor, Robert, chuckled and eyed the monitors. "It's too early to tell if she has a Quirk. I know you don't want to wait, but she'll have to be at least 2 before we can check," he said.

Melody's smile at the doctor faded as she turned away from him and focused on the baby. "I bet you have a Quirk just like me..."

5 years later...

A young Abigail Winters, a little girl with short, brown hair in a red polka-dot dress, sat outside a doctor's office. Her mom had brought her there for a check-up and opted for a discussion with her old friend.

Melody sat opposite of Robert's desk as she held a file with Abigail's name on it. She flipped through several papers and quietly read through them with an intense stare. Her mouth stayed in a frown, even going as far as scowling at the report. In front of her, on the desk, was an X-Ray of a foot.

Abigail's foot.

Robert sighed as he leaned forward on his desk. "I'm sorry Mels, but I honestly don't know any other tests to take. Blood work, X-Rays, CT Scans, all of it just won't work," he said.

Melody said nothing. "Look, it's not too bad having a Quirkle-"

The woman raised her hand at him, silencing him. She stared him down, not letting go of the emotions she was currently experiencing. "Don't you dare say it..." She growled at him.

Robert shook his head. "Look, Mels I know you wanted her to have a Quirk, but there isn't one there. All available tests conclude the same thing: your daughter is completely normal," he said.

Melody shut the file and handed it back to him. "Run them again. Or, better yet: get Sinai on the phone so I have a competent doctor give me the results I want!"

Robert took the files back. "Look Mels, I'm helping you out here by saying this: If you go to Sinai, or any other hospital in the WORLD, they'll tell you the same thing: your daughter does NOT have a Quirk. Biologically, she isn't capable of developing a Quirk," he said. "She's Quirkless!"

Melody's eyes flared up as gold clouds appeared from her hands. She quickly rose from her chair and grabbed a statue from Robert's desk. "Say that again!"

Robert flew back in his chair with his hands raised. "Mels, c'mon! There's no reason to get this worked up about this. It's the life for a lot of people!"

"We aren't like a lot of people, Robert! We are Winters. My whole family have had Quirks and made great advances in medicine! It is not stopping here just because you have a computer glitch!"

"It-It's not a glitch!"

The golden clouds dissipated as she threw the statue down onto the ground, shattering it into pieces. She grabbed her purse and stormed out of the room with Robert repeatedly calling out her name.

As soon as she stormed out of the room, Abigail leapt from her seat with a worried look on her face. Melody stormed down the hall, passing by her colleagues as she went. Abigail ran after her mom, ignoring the doctor that would later become a former colleague to Dr. Melody Winters.

In the present...

Abigail stood proud over the two heroes as the mechs began to move in. "Don't take it personally, 'kay? I'd much rather make robots or just tinker in silence, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," she said.

Yaoyorozu extended her hand and created a bo staff. "But you're a genius! You could do so much good with that mind of yours!" She pleaded. "Your robots could be the key to understanding Quirks and be the next step in training evolution!"

"Oh...so I should dedicate my life to something that ruined my family? Yeah, because that would be a great career choice!"

Midoriya's demeanor changed to a worried one. "Y-You mean..."

Abigail rolled her eyes. "Oh forget it. You both are exceptionally gifted with powerful Quirks, so I doubt you would understand the difficulty of growing up Quirkless in a super-powered society," she scoffed as she whipped her hair back. "Neither of you have gone through what I have!"

Midoriya clenched his fists. "Probably not the 'ruined the family' part, but I can relate," he found himself saying.

Yaoyorozu turned to him with a puzzled look on her face. "What are you talking about?"

"Just trying to buy time before the real heroes arrive, right?" Abigail wondered.

Midoriya shook his head. "No, Winters. I understand what you're saying. I used to be Quirkless too," he admitted.

The QICDs all stopped their advance on the heroes as Abigail looked at him with squinted eyes. "I highly doubt that. Your power and training suggests you've had your Quirk for a long time..."

"Well, not too long. I was a late bloomer. I barely manifested my Quirk before my Entrance Exam," the inheritor continued. "But I lived a Quirkless life for a long time!"

"Let me guess: you have loving parents who made growing up better for you?" Abigail taunted.

"Well...my mom did what she could to support me. My father was never there, but it wasn't exactly a sunny childhood," he continued. "Just imagine having a friend who constantly put you down just because you were Quirkless. Imagine having to defend other children from this friend because they didn't have what he called 'strong Quirks like his'."

Midoriya stepped toward Abigail. "Winters...I don't know exactly what you went through growing up, but we can stop this before someone seriously gets hurt!"

"EXACTLY! You don't know! You never had a mother look down on you as if you were an abomination! You never had to beg for her to even act like a mother in front of your school for career day! You never had one-sided conversations with her while she did literally anything other than acknowledge her own daughter!" Abigail bellowed.

Yaoyorozu gripped her bo staff a little tighter. "Life is hard for the Quirkless. We're second-class citizens in a super-hero society! Next to those damn pros, we're cannon fodder. We're helpless creatures running from the fire! We didn't have an All Might to save us with a smile!"

Midoriya felt his heart break as he stepped backward. "I-I'm sorry..."

Abigail rolled her eyes. "Save it. Tomura Shigaraki demands you to be brought in alive so that's what I'll do!"

Yaoyorozu stepped in. "But working for the P.L.F.?! They'll turn on you as soon as you bring him in," she reasoned. "They're nothing but a gang of villains!"

"I know..."

The two heroes gasped in shock. "I don't anticipate Shigaraki to hold up his end of the deal. As soon as I can deduce that heroes can be crushed by my QICDs, those criminals will be the next to go!" She proclaimed.

Midoriya turned to Yaoyorozu, who simply nodded. Her intense onyx eyes conveyed her message to him: She needs to be stopped now...despite wanting to take down the P.L.F...

The inheritor turned back to Abigail. "You don't know the power that Shigaraki has. He'll destroy a legion of QICDs all on his own!"

She scoffed. "Oh ye of so little faith. My mechs are continuously studying your moves. All of yours! Every new trick or mutation of your powers will only strengthen my Quick Identification process. My mechs will soon become a force to be reckon with!"

She raised a hand into the air. "Now then...I think we're done talking now!"

With a snap, the mechs charged in to face their foes. "CAPTURE IZUKU MIDORIYA! ELIMINATE ALL NON-ESSENTIAL QUIRKS!"

Abigail, age 10...

The young Abigail Winters sat in her parents' garage at a small workbench. The workbench had her laptop connected to two machines and the torso of an old robot. The robot had clear signs of rust and frayed wires coming from where the head was supposed to be. An expensive-looking cell phone sat next to the young child as well as a bland robot head.

The child reached over to her computer and began to type on it, ignoring the sound of a door opening behind her. Her father slipped through the door and snuck up behind her with a small package in his hand. He pushed his glasses up and tapped his daughter on the shoulder.

Abigail jumped in her seat and spun around, wearing a wide smile as she saw her dad. "Heya dad!"

Michael smiled. "How's my little birthday girl doing?"

Abigail turned and grabbed the robot head. "I got the optical sensors in this thing working! The radio still needs some work, and soon I'll have a working-"

Her father raised the package he had directly into her eyesight. "Happy birthday Abi!"

Abigail's silver eyes widened. "I-Is this...?!"

"Yeah it is. My old friend in MIT had a spare program so he just thought..."

Abigail smiled as she took the program. "Thanks daddy! This is perfect actually! I'm getting close to perfecting my Quirk-Identifying program so this will help a ton!"

As she unwrapped the program and worked to install it, her Michael stepped back and watched his daughter tinker on her workbench. He fished out his phone to snap a picture of her working, savoring the moment. Once he snapped the picture, he checked his messages and saw the last message he sent to his wife.

Michael sighed as he saw the 'READ' status of his message: It's Abi's birthday. You coming home early?

"Daddy?"

Michael looked up to meet his daughter's curious expression."Where's mom? Isn't she done with work by now?"

Her father looked at the text he sent and sighed. He pocketed his phone and pulled up a chair to sit next to his daughter. "Work is busy today. I'll check in with her later, but maybe we should talk about your birthday dinner, eh?"

Abigail's eyes widened and her smile grew large. "Wrap up your project and we'll talk, alright?"

His daughter nodded and returned to her work. He smiled as she worked hard, and soon, she had her robot head plugged in to her computer. As she worked, Michael's phone buzzed.

A text from his wife: Not coming home until later. Still nothing?

Michael sighed quietly as to not alert his daughter. She's working on her robot if that's what you're thinking. C'mon, just come home for a birthday dinner.

Her response: I'll be home later tonight.

Michael cursed in his head. He looked over at his daughter and watched in wonder as the robot's head was blinking red lights. It had been plugged in to the torso (safely, with renewed wires) and powered up by an external source. He smiled as the robot winked at the two.

Later that night...

Michael watched as his wife stumbled through the front door with rowdy hair and bags under her eyes. Her coat was hanging off of one shoulder, showing her hospital badge underneath. Several stains were evident on her shirt, some looked like BBQ sauce. She dropped her purse and tossed her phone to the door-side table and watching it bounce off to the floor. She cursed at the phone as she waved it off. He sat in the living room with his hands pressed together and with stern eyes. "So..."

Melody looked over at him and groaned. "What? You wanna lecture me about coming home drunk?"

"I want to lecture you about missing our daughter's birthday...again," he said.

"Oh shut up Mike. She probably had a blast at her dinner party!"

Michael sighed. "She did, but that's not the point!"

"What, did her friends not show up too?"

"MELODY!"

She blinked and smiled at him. "Oh can it Mike. She had fun today. She got presents, and she got a nice birthday dinner. No need to be so bent out of shape," she said as she waved him off.

"Except...that someone was missing!"

Melody braced herself on the living room wall. "What, I wasn't there?"

Michael nodded. "So?"

"So? SO?" Michael rose to his feet. "Abigail just turned 10, Mels! That's a milestone for children, in case you didn't know! She had her friends over, I cooked BBQ outside, and everyone was enjoying some karaoke in here until just about an hour and a half ago. We cut cake, opened presents..."

"We have leftovers?"

Michael's eyes rolled as he groaned. "Disregarding that. Despite all of that, you know that she didn't have her mother here to sing her a happy birthday! What the hell?!"

"Oh please Michael, stop it!"

"No, you're going to stop this...this...whatever it is you're doing. Look at you, you're drunk, it's 11:00, and you didn't even wish your daughter a happy birthday this morning! She ate her breakfast and spent the morning in the garage..."

"Playing with garbage I bet," Melody snarked.

"Proving that you don't need a Quirk to make a difference in the world!"

Melody's drunken demeanor melted away. "Don't you dare make this about Qui-"

"It seems that, for you, it's always about Quirks. Y'know, you've been like this ever since you went to get her tested for one! I've seen you basically ignore your own flesh and blood, you've 'missed' three birthday parties in a row, and here you are drunk and stumbling through the door like you were a college freshman coming back from your first sorority party!"

Melody groaned and walked past him and into the kitchen. "HEY!"

Ignoring him, she went straight for the fridge and began to raid it. Spotting a plate with a few pieces of cake on it, she grabbed it and the leftover box of pizza and began to eat.

Disgusted, Michael turned away from her. "Heat up the pizza at least. That's disgusting!"

"I'll do that when she gives me a Quirk," Melody said with a mouth full of cake.

Michael shook his head. "There you go again..."

"So what? Mike, you know my family! Multiple generations of Quirk users in the medical field will not stop here because my daughter simply does not have one!"

"So all you care about is the family name? Good God Melody, you're sick!"

Melody laughed out loud as she dumped the fork full of cake onto the plate. "Sick? Me, SICK?!"

"Yes, you! You and your Quirk-obsessed rambling...!"

"Rambling?! Mike, you know as well as I do that more and more people are being born with a Quirk every year. Pretty soon, it won't be 33% of the world that is Quirkless. Soon, that number will be in the 20s! The Teens! That number will keep getting smaller and smaller, and here I have a daughter that somehow fits in that dwindling number! Soon, she'll have a Quirkless kid, and they will themselves!"

Michael scoffed. "So what? Abi will have a happy future with little ones that she'll love unconditionally! A serious step away from you!"

Melody's eyes widened. "Excuse me?!"

"Yeah, I said it. I want Abi to grow up happy and loved so she'll be loving to her little ones. I want her to live a great life! Her life! But here she is with a father that adores her and a mother who barely remembers her daughter's birthday!"

Melody said nothing. "Mels, I just want Abi to be happy. I want all of us to be happy!"

Silence was still Melody's response. Michael, exhausted, turned to the living room. "Wash the dishes and lock up before coming upstairs. You can have the guest bedroom tonight," he said as he stormed out. He approached the stairs, not realizing that the young Abigail Winters had heard everything from the second-floor balcony. She slipped away as she saw her father make his way up.

In the present...

Midoriya launched an uppercut to the underside of the QICD and launched it into the air. He ducked away as another mech swiped at him and he countered with a hook into its side torso. He followed with another strike to the knee, bringing it to the ground as he rolled and brought down an axe kick to its head.

With the mech temporarily stunned, due to the mech being built with better armor and making it stronger, the young inheritor took a peak over to where Yaoyorozu was. She was fighting with her bo staff and shield in hand. She blocked a strike from a mech with her shield while parrying a bladed strike from another. They were surrounded by mechs and Abigail simply watched.

She peered over to the multiple monitors and watched as her mechs were deployed to the battlefield. She watched Sato use Kirishima as a hammer and smash a few mechs while others were in hot pursuit of Bakugo in the sky. As Todoroki created ice walls that were smashed by heated coils on the fists of a few mechs, Jiro's soundwave attacks were soon losing their potency.

She smiled as she watched it all unfold. "Soon, your friends' Quirks will wear themselves out. I can see some of them are getting tired the longer the battle extends. It is unfortunate that I had to study their Quirks in order to defeat them," she noted as she watched.

Midoriya launched a kick and sent two mechs flying through the air. "Yo-You planned on this?"

She shook her head. "I'll admit that your initial assault caught me by surprise. Watching all of your friends appear and attack my robots was a sight to behold. But now my initial predictions are coming into light. Your friend in the red hair won't be able to keep up his ultimate form for long. The punk rock girl won't be able to sustain powerful distortions and keep my mechs at bay."

Abigail turned to the heroes. "If you guys were fast enough and tore apart my mechs, I probably would've been defeated. But now, every minute passed is another minute closer to victory. So...thank you for your help," she said. She snapped her fingers in the air.

Two mechs leapt from behind the inheritor and grabbed both of his arms. They initiated their 'Stand Your Ground' protocol, stamping themselves into the steel floor and keeping him from moving. Midoriya narrowed his eyes and peered behind Abigail and at the monitors, watching as his friends were slowly being overwhelmed. Kirishima was no longer in his Unbreakable form as he dodged and fought with only his arms hardened. Koda's pigeons weren't dive-bombing the mechs anymore and Ojiro wasn't moving as fast as before. Dark Shadow and Tokoyami were backed into a corner with the spectral entity being blasted by flashes of light.

He saw Marinette flying significantly lower as her yo-yo continued to fly at her enemies. Adrien was vaulting over them and using his Cataclysm on the larger mechs. He saw Uraraka with a pillar from one of the nearby buildings. She tiredly swung at some mechs as they got close, though he saw one mech rush her from behind.

Yaoyorozu watched as the footage of Uraraka being hit from behind by a mech played, and her eyes darted toward Midoriya. His eyes were glowing green and more crackles of green lightning erupted from his body. The mechs started to pull back as Midoriya started to push forward. "D-Damn you..."

Abigail smiled. "Oh please. My mechs were able to take an accurate snapshot of your strength. I know your cap and I built my vanguard accordingly. You won't be able to..."

Midoriya's eyes were bright green as he pulled his arms outward, ripping the mechs out of their legs. As the inheritor threw the mechs at the floor, Abigail's eyes were wide in shock. She turned to her console and slammed on a button, opening a nearby section of the wall. A slightly larger QICD appeared with more armor than the others.

Yaoyorozu stood in shock. "Mi-Midoriya...?"

The young inheritor turned to her and launched at the mechs that were closing in on her. With his Shoot Style prepped, he cut through the neck of two of the mechs. Once she was in the clear, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of bouncy balls, including the ladybug-themed Lucky Charm. "I hope this works. LUCKY CHARM!" She swung her arm and threw the balls toward Abigail.

As Midoriya leapt toward the larger QICD, multiple bouncy balls filled the air. They bounced from corner to corner, smashing random buttons and breaking monitors. They bounced and broke consoles, tearing them apart and exposing live wires and circuits.

The regular bouncy balls stopped bouncing, however the Lucky Charm bouncy ball magically continued, keeping the same power that it had as soon as it was thrown. It continued to destroy the command center, causing Abigail to duck away as she was nearly nailed in the head by the object. Her QICDs continued to stay up top and watched the continued fight.

When she thought she was in the clear, Abigail rose up only for the ball to strike a monitor, shattering the picture above. The monitor was knocked loose from its perch and it fell over, swinging on the many cables it had and striking Abigail from behind, sending her to the floor.

One of the QICDs that were guarding her turned and was about to check on her when it stopped. As soon as the monitor's cables were severed, Abigail slowly rose to her feet while clutching onto her back. "S-Stop him! S-something is wrong with hi-him!"

Acknowledged! Subject's strength factor significantly increased. Elevated heart rate detected, her mech said.

"Whatever! Just capture him!"

Her meka-guard did not move as it continued to watch her. Abigail slowly straightened her back as she approached the center console. Her right hand, bracing her lower back, began to glow gold as a light mist covered her. Once her back was straightened and Abigail seemingly okay, she continued to watch with focus...

Unaware that the QICD had scanned her and unsheathed its blade. New Quirk detected...

Sorry guys this took so long to publish. My mind has been all over the place lately. It's not just the unrest going on lately and the virus. It's...something different I think. I'm working past my creative fog at the moment, though I hope to finish this soon.

I have ideas for the next story already. I guess that's where my head has been, whoops. Anyway, I hope this ends well and the next story works as well. I hope you're all safe as well as your families and loved ones. Take care everyone!

-Newage