Quickie disclaimer—I don't own jack. YOU HEARD ME! ... now if you'll excuse me I'll be weeping because I don't own either MHA or Evil Genius…

In an unrelated matter of worth, written in collaboration with ThatKekingKiwi.

While I would love to make this (the explanation of why I am writing this story) an epic, sadly it's a rather simple case of accidentally stumbling across the sequel to an old favorite of mine, Evil Genius, and having this idea basically popped into my head. A little embarrassing, yes, but hey, sometimes that's how it rolls.

That said however, I will not be updating this fanfic on a regular schedule between wanting to manage/reduce my other ones aaaaannnndddd not so much as watching MHA despite reading a good number of fanfics... especially villain Deku ones which also contributed to this story. As such I am posting this more as a means to not let it slip from my grasp only to be forgotten in the end.

For what it's worth I hope you enjoy it.

P.S. Also to be posted on Space Battles.

[ I'm jealous I hadn't thought of this first, but glad to be helping this along. - Kiwi]

The Viridian Organization

Chapter One: Greenhorn

The moment his eyes flicked open, Izuku knew he wasn't in Musutafu anymore.

First of all, even though he had never stepped one foot onto a bullet train before, he was fairly certain no train remotely attached to the city was all white to the point that, were it not for the windows, he would've easily mistook it for being trapped in a colorless void.

Secondly, as clued in by the windows on the sides, he was beyond certain Japan's mainland lacked tropical fronds as the apparent train he was aboard flitted underneath the occasional canopy. Then again there could very well be natural tropical fauna in Japan proper that he simply didn't know of, especially since his primary interests involved heroes and quirks, rather than geography or climate at large.

Third and foremost, despite the oxymoron, the last thing he could immediately recall was walking down the street on his way home after classes had finished for the day. Call him logical or paranoid, but going from city dwellings and businesses on foot to then suddenly waking up on a stark white train, one gliding eerily silent along unknown tracks through an apparent tropical paradise, it stood to reason he'd probably been abducted. Which meant he was being taken somewhere obviously very far away from the city he spent the majority of his life in.

Izuku was now gasping for air in a desperate bid to remain calm as he sat on the edge of both his seat and a panic attack. He was trying to take in as much of his offputting surroundings as possible, before instead focusing on the one immediate person on the train besides himself.

A woman. A rather bedraggled one at that, who was lying down on the opposite bench. One which took him a painfully long minute to realize even existed in the first place given the interior's lack of defining features beyond white, never mind that he was sitting on one himself. Regardless; dark blue hair, a crinkled black business suit which looked like it had been pulled out of a laundry pile despite its clean appearance, and she looked to have not slept in a week despite being asleep right now. Izuku was having a hard time trying to decipher whether she was his abductor, or another victim of this like himself; a doubt which kept him from trying to wake her and try to discern their predicament.

Lacking a better choice and feeling just a little calmer now, Izuku turned to the windows in some hope that maybe he could spy some identifiable landmark. Some sort of clue as to where he was. Sadly, an unmitigated but scenic view of a beach and ocean, as well as the occasional grove of trees, could only tell him so much. The same could be said for a near similar view through the other side, only with a mountain he wasn't able to see the peak of due to the gathered clouds.

When that possible avenue dried up he began to search the car he was in, either for a means of escape or any other identifying marks or clues. It was quickly evident there was nothing of the sort, although he did finally find the doors. Doors on which there were no apparent hand holds to open, or at least any that he could make out in this ill defined void of white. It was beginning to grate on his nerves a little.

Only when he was about to fall back onto one of the benches lining the sides of the train car did Izuku finally notice the immediate problem at hand. Had he been a fraction faster in hanging his head, he would've failed to realize the train was bearing straight for the base of a cliff face.

His mind blanked, hoping against hope that they weren't going to crash into the unyielding wall of stone. He moved to brace, though before he could even scream in panic the car slipped through the rock as if it wasn't even there, continuing to follow its near invisible track down an obviously man-made tunnel into the depths of the earth.

"Mmas uh 'ologram y'know."

Izuku blinked as he processed what sounded like a mumbled groan. His head turned back, belatedly realizing he had moved in front of the sleeping woman in order to act as something of a meat shield. "Um..."

She slowly blinked back at him. For a moment Izuku even thought that once her eyes closed it would remain so for an impromptu nap. Yet they slowly opened once more, seemingly through laborious effort, as the woman groggily pushed herself up with a grunt. She raised her arms as if to stretch, though apparently lacking the energy when her arms slumped back down onto the bench she was barely able to sit up in.

"Puu 'ired..."

Izuku nervously scratched his cheek. "I'm sorry, but I didn't quite understand you."

She flicked an annoyed glare at him, eyes fighting to stay open before they closed once more in exhaustion.

Meanwhile, the tunnel was quick to give way to a man made cavern without much warning. Now they were approaching a train station no less, or at least the loading dock equivalent of one. Regardless, the train slid to a stop just shy of ramming into a raised metal wall in between two of the concrete platforms. This cavern wasn't deserted by any means, made evident as a more traditional train with open carriages was still being cleared of its remaining cargo with forklifts and cranes.

Only one of the platforms they had arrived at had any people there. In front of three carts that wouldn't be out of place at an airport or golf course was a team of men and women. Needless to say they were waiting for them. The majority were wearing what appeared to be two tone orange unitards and armed with some sort of rifle. The other three were wearing suits, two of which called to mind the private security often employed by high end celebrities and politicians he'd seen on TV over the years. Those two were wearing dark red shirts underneath their jackets, complete with sunglasses and an earpiece. The third suit wearer however, easily stood out in his royal blue three piece, silver haired despite his younger looking age.

As soon as the doors to the car opened, this man plastered the most friendly ear to ear smile he could arm himself with. Though sadly for him, Izuku's situation had him almost back to near hysterics while multiple scenarios ran through his brain. He considered the fact he was most likely in some villain's lair. Perhaps even a corrupt corporation that had managed to elude the forces of justice if nothing else. There weren't that many above board organizations after all that had what appeared to be an underground facility with a disguised entrance that greeted guests with a fire team. Granted they weren't pointing them at him but the point remained.

"Izuku Midoriya?"

The teen hesitantly nodded.

"Ah, good! Good. Now I'm sure you have a lot of questions, as any bright young man should, but just allow me to say that they will be answered soon by someone who wishes to meet with you over some rather... important matters. Though for now, if you would be so kind as to humor us," The man in the blue suit smiled as he stepped aside, gesturing to the central cart with a sweep of his arm. "Please, allow us to escort you there as expediently as possible."

"But—I—uh..." Izuku simply stood there, shivering in place. Try as he might he couldn't find a single word to focus on.

"I assure you, it's alright" the man insisted. Thankfully for the teen he didn't seem insistent on forcing the issue. Most likely because he obviously had the home field advantage over someone who was effectively crippled for life by society's standards. In acknowledgement of such a fruitless struggle Izuku reluctantly conceded as he began making his way over to his ride.

While he did so, his 'host' ducked his head into the train car the teen had just left. "Miss Specter, are you— Oh. Uh, can I get some help here, guys?"

A pair of the orange clad guards slung their rifles onto their backs as they jogged to the train. Between observing them and bringing his attention back to the golf cart like vehicle, he couldn't help but notice there were a pair of bodyguards diligently following him whilst occasionally swiveling their respective heads to and fro. Like they expected trouble to just suddenly appear without warning.

Similarly the remaining guards were on rather high alert, albeit most of their attention was on the very tunnel his tram came in from. The few guards that spared Izuku a glance seemed to do so more out of curiosity, or maybe some sort of reassurance after mild surprise if he was guessing the intent correctly. Not that he had some idea as to why they were surprised in the first place.

Regardless, he arrived at the vehicle without incident and was soon found seated between the bodyguards. The woman from before, evidently "Miss Specter", was placed in the very back seat of the cart moments later before the man in the blue suit got into the driver's seat. Once the other two carts were loaded with the teams of guards that had awaited their arrival they took off into the depths of the facility ahead of them.

XVX

Inside...

At first glance one would think they were outside while in this office. Or maybe that the room was, at bare minimum, only separated from the outdoors by enormous bay windows. It was a common and fairly forgivable mistake given how jarringly realistic the view was. To be fair though, there were indeed live images captured from cameras posted along the island. Some of which were painstakingly planted in spots that were as breathtakingly scenic as they were optimally angled towards spotting intruders. Those very feeds were playing on massive screens which dominated both sides of the office.

While it certainly would have been lovely not to have an office deep underground, the truth of the matter was that the current 'Age of Quirks' put a damper on even the more tame luxuries of life that previous heads of The Old Exchange had enjoyed, even during those handful of decades after the glowing baby was announced to the world.

Unfortunately, even after all his years of service, and given the debacle that had been the now THANKFULLY GONE previous head of The Organization, he wasn't sure if his current situation was a form of twisted blessing or a curse. Given the available records he managed to come across, he was somewhat inclined to believe it was indeed a curse for anyone who basically functioned as the adjutant for the previous leaders. Especially when those people ended up dead in the end. After surviving two Executive Chiefs he was hoping this third one would help him end the onerous tradition that T.O.E. was unfortunately dependent on...

The man, brown haired with flecks of grey becoming prominent with age, was finally broken out of his musings when the door to the office finally opened. Glancing at a small desk mirror, he made one last quick check to make sure he was as respectable anyone could be for a member of the criminal underworld, before he got up and power walked his way around to stand in front of the desk.

As the young, frightened teenager entered, the office he fought back a satisfied smirk as he readily recalled the dossier on the new leader of T.O.E.

Izuku Midoriya; age fourteen. Born quirkless. Attends Aldeera Middle School. There was no criminal record, both officially and unofficially, nor even a black mark on his school record as far as his investigators were concerned. (And given who the boy was born to, that was frankly outright surprising.) Then again, the severe lack of interaction with Hisashi would explain that much and was simultaneously both a godsend, yet a pain in and of itself. Coupled with aspirations to be a hero and an overall good-hearted nature, it stood to reason that Izuku Midoriya would want to be as far the hell away from T.O.E. as possible and probably write off this particular encounter as a bad dream at best. That could certainly be arranged...

Well, with the proper nudging everybody will be getting what they want and wipe their hands of each other without so much as a wayward glare thrown around.

Looking over the teen however, he couldn't help but spare a moment to likewise spy on the bodyguards that dutifully stood behind the boy, one each side. Though Miss Specter sadly had to be carried in and made to lay on the first available couch. He bit back a disappointed frown at that.

"Izuku Midoriya, welcome to Isla Perdida," he began. "Allow me to introduce myself: I am Daniel Morhiem, current acting head of The Old Exchange. T.O.E. for short. Formerly known as The Organization of Evil until we had to rebrand ourselves with the changing times. Regardless, this installation that you are standing in is but one of our bases."

He paused just long enough to gesture to another empty couch that happened to face one of the 'window' screens. "Please, take a seat."

The paling boy nervously glanced at the chair before reluctantly acquiescing. Once he was seated, Daniel reached into his pocket, retrieving a remote to point at the wall screen readily in the teenager's view. A moment later the oceanic landscape was replaced with a white background which bore the black logo of their group; an oval globe with a three prong claw-like pedestal holding it aloft. Or perhaps reaching out and gripping it. It was a matter of perspective really.

"As much as I would love to sugarcoat it all to ease you into this, I'm afraid what you will eventually find out would be rather jarring when all is said and done."

The symbol was replaced with armed soldiers and then cycled through image after image of many experiments of varying natures. Then some business deals of a more legitimate standing, before changing to backroom dealings where well known and current politicians of both international and Japanese fame were concerned.

Daniel had made sure to have as many of said images have at least a decent shot of the time-relevant leader of The Old Exchange, both before and after its name change, especially any including Hisashi whenever he was in one of his more respectable moods. Destroying any sense of familial loyalty in Izuku's eyes could come later after, if it was needed. It certainly was amusing to watch the confused look from the teenager, as his mind tried to supply him with an answer that made sense whenever Hisashi was on screen.

"Simply put T.O.E. is an underground organization that provides essential services for governing bodies across the world. From discreetly moving assets that said governments would find themselves in a fix about, if discovered having them in the first place."

The screen showed a still shot of a team from T.O.E. ferrying an atomic bomb out by boat. There were no distinctive landmarks or especially notable scenery. In fact Daniel had to outright dig through the files to learn that this shot was off the coast of Ireland around the time where Quirks were just becoming prominent. He had to stencil both the nation and the year into the picture.

"To finding creative 'solutions' to unusual problems such as; particularly onerous blackmailers, secretive warmongers in high and often public positions of power, and even the occasional multinational tax evader who may or may not have slept with a few ambassadors' daughters..."

The point was further made with a silent video of a 'hero' in a shipping yard opening a suitcase full of money. The second he opened it however, he was blasted full force with a purple haze that had him gagging and wheezing. Then without either preamble or ceremony a shipping container slammed atop of him from above, ultimately crushing him to death thanks to 'neglected, rusted chains' that may or may not have been encouraged to break in a 'freak accident'... While it all served to get a horrified gasp from Izuku, Daniel couldn't help but think that the teen probably wouldn't be half as aghast by the supposedly wanton waste of life if he knew half the things the 'hero' Vortex had done with his displacement quirk.

"The little things as it were. Where people in public positions of power like to look as pristine, without fault, and most importantly as innocent as possible. All while people and items of ill-importance or severe annoyance are 'handled' by us."

Daniel sighed as he leaned back against the front of his desk. "Now it's doubtless you've been wondering what's going on since your arrival, and what on earth this has to do with you? No criminal record. No astounding achievements, no offense intended of course. By all rights you should not have garnered our attention in the first place, much less have any sort of connection that even hints to our existence, am I correct?"

He waited for the kid's hesitant, as well as terrified, nod.

"Unfortunately young man, there is indeed a connection between yourself and our organization."

The poor boy paled and he looked like he wanted to protest till the man held up his hand.

"Please, allow me to explain."

The man tore his gaze away to the screen as he thumbed a button. Immediately Izuku's school photograph dominated the screen for a brief moment before shrinking down so as to showcase a line connecting his photo to that of a respectable, if condescendingly smug, picture of the teenager's forbearer.

"Dad? I thought I recognized... What's going on here?"

Daniel hummed in acknowledgement before turning his sight back to the teenager. Meanwhile the screen began to scroll down to reveal an ascending chain of photos of previous leaders of T.O.E. "Yes, your father. Hisashi Midoriya, former Executive Chief of T.O.E. And before you ask any questions about his fate, let me say that his presence here isn't necessarily the link I mentioned, even if it does play a part in it."

Izuku's jaw closed itself as his eyes flicked back to the screen, only to widen once again in shock. "Wait. Is that my grandpa Hiachi?"

"Indeed!" Daniel confirmed without bothering to glance at that particular mugshot. He did however turn back to the screen as the chain continued to rise up. The next image he pointed out with the remote for emphasis.

"Not only him but you probably never even met or heard of your great grandfather Donzo. Or even heard of your great-great grandmother Saori Hibashi, or her mother Jessica Haorishi, and so on and so forth."

With a press of a button the line of photos rose faster, as more and more faces of men and women of different ethnicities and backgrounds zipped by, until finally one in particular came to the center. Notably there was still a line of deceased leaders that sat above the image. They however did not have a line or any other obvious means to literally draw a connection that went all the way back to Izuku Midoriya.

Auburn hair, near ashen skin, green eyes that seemed to directly pierce through anyone misfortunate enough to look at them despite it just being a picture. The woman in the furnished black business suit balefully glared at the camera as she sat back into her chair with her hands steepled beneath her chin.

"Meet Alexandra Lord, the reason as to why you are here. Prior to Miss Lord, the choosing of leadership over T.O.E. was... hectic to say the least. More often than not the entire organization was fractured and on the brink of destruction due to infighting till someone eventually rose up from the pile of bodies to take command. Or bribed them. If not something else entirely. Regardless, the then leader of T.O.E. as you may have already inferred was utterly dissatisfied with how the 'selection process' happened, and thus took it into her own hands to ensure a more... stable line of succession."

"Like a monarchy..."

"Exactly!" Daniel exclaimed in perfect English, as he flashed him with a pleased grin.

Sadly it was a bit soured a second later as he brought his attention back to the slideshow. The individual portrait pictures were now replaced with a team of scientists, Lord standing at the front with a satisfied smirk complimenting her piercing glare.

"It was essentially child's play to assemble a team to see her line of succession come to life. Ensuring some of the more... prominent members of their loyalty however was a tad trickier, but that is neither here nor there. Especially given the end result that helped shape T.O.E. into what it is today."

The image changed to a surprisingly generic series of numbers to represent digital coding.

"Now, while I would 'love' to say meet—"

Before he could utter an additional syllable the room darkened suddenly. The bodyguards drew their weapons with a start and immediately took up positions to deter any assault on Izuku's person, only to then reluctantly relax. Meanwhile, Daniel had to scowl behind a hand which promptly snapped up to his mouth to cover the reactionary response as hidden projectors from the ceiling emitted brilliantly blue beams in to the center of the room, quickly becoming a holographic construct of a surprisingly muscular woman wearing a business blouse, a pencil skirt, and her hair done up in a pair of buns.

"The System To Assess & Destroy Threats, or 'STADT', at your service, Master Midoriya. For well over two centuries now, I have worked to ensure that Mistress Lord's line of descendants have headed T.O.E., and that this organization saw to their needs, their goals, as well as their safety whenever possible."

The image flickered for just a moment. Izuku may have only seen her back facing him, but Daniel was treated to an all too familiar glare from the sentient program in just that brief second of disruption, before it then flicked back to Izuku.

As much as the older man would've liked to glare back he was forced to ensure his face was as neutral as possible. "STADT, I see you're still operating on your last visual setting."

The image flickered so as to 'face him', pleasant as one could be when functionally addressing a coworker. "Of course. Anecdotal evidence suggests that most immediate successors to the previous acting leader of the organization often share similar tastes. As such, until Master Midoriya wishes for my appearance to change, I felt it best to assume this one."

The image flicked back to Izuku who was only staring at the scene… It seemed the poor boy was nearing his mental limit as it seemed the gravity of his situation was falling upon him.

"I-uh... E-excuse me?" A hand was raised much like he was in a classroom, to which the construct pleasantly giggled.

"There's no need to be shy, Master Midoriya. We are all here to hear and serve you."

'Not necessarily by choice,' Daniel's lip quirked, but otherwise did or said nothing else.

Regardless, the teenager shakily nodded.

"Uh... right. Sorry," he mumbled before clearing his throat and tugging at the collar of his uniform. "Just-well-is it-do I..."

He bit his lip for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Do I have a choice in this?"

"...Metaphorically speaking. Yes, you do."

"C-can you please explain what you mean by that?" the boy asked with a squeak as he donned the look of someone who's dog had been shot.

Even so the representation of the AI did a remarkable job of frowning, as if it was capable of sympathizing with his situation. Not even a second later the image flickered over so it stood in front of the teen, who in response practically flung himself into the back of his seat, even as 'she' knelt down to look him in the eye.

"If there were any other heirs more in line with the general aesthetic and direction of T.O.E., then we would have certainly considered it, young master. However the previous master—"

"Had an unfortunate habit of making enemies."

The image was briefly distorted into a near unperceivable mess before reforming into its previous state of kneeling before the green haired teen. Off to the side, Daniel allowed himself a small grin at the equally small victory.

"...Indeed. Most of which, I am given to understand, have occurred due to... unwise decisions."

A few of which the second in command had in hard copy form for his little smear campaign, should the situation call for it.

"It is also equally unfortunate that a number of your father's enemies have seen to it to essentially strike back at him, even if indirectly."

"..."

It was perhaps a quarter of a minute when it dawned on him as to what 'she' meant.

"MY MOM AND I WERE BEING TARGETED!?"

"Along with your extended family."

"I HAVE EXTENDED FAMILY!?"

At this Daniel allowed a pitying grimace. "Had."

Again, the hologram turned into a blurred haze before correcting itself to bear an expression that was as sympathetic as possible.

"I am sorry, Master Midoriya..." The AI slowly broke into a gentle smile. "If it makes you feel any better, when we implemented measures to ensure your family's safety, your family became one of the most protected people within the entire country. And that was before your appointment to the leader of our organization!"

The boy's jaw silently worked itself as he readied his nerve to speak up. "Protected... how?"

With a smile the AI lifted but a finger. Above it a pair of screens appeared. One of which showcased a fully staffed surveillance room with almost every one of the individuals sitting at individual desks. The other showcased a revolving set of images of people in plain clothes, and Midoriya ended up gaping as more than a few faces he recognized filtered into view. The owner of the comic book store he could practically call a second home, the fishmonger he often got stock from in his mother's stead, only to be rotated out with others he vaguely remembered.

"Before we had to risk one of our more valuable assets in your safe retrieval, there stood one division tasked with active surveillance for organized threats. They prevented any searching for your family's whereabouts as well as personal information, while also actively feeding your would be assassins false information," the AI explained. "Should that have failed there are no less than one hundred agents on site who were shadowing your every movement so as to ensure your safety—"

'Her' full image blurred once again for just a second before resuming 'her' previous position in the center of the office, briefly staring at Daniel. "—From deliberate threats of a fatal nature."

Izuku simply stared at her. Eventually, with time, it seemed like he was shrinking in his seat. "...Would my mother and I still be in danger even if I walked away from this?"

"It is my regret to inform you that yes, you would fundamentally still be in danger despite the current measures still in place. Regardless of any decision you make, there are a large number of enemy organizations as well as influential people who would have the means to do both your mother and yourself harm should an opening present itself. Especially out of sheer spite." Once more 'she' frowned in what appeared to be pity. "My recommendation, Master Midoriya, is to assume your new role as the head of The Old Exchange. For better or worse. This way you can at least ensure you would always have the resources available to protect those of value to you."

Izuku's lips creased in thought as he looked down at his feet. Before long, a hand came up to his chin, and if Daniel listened carefully enough, he could make out what sounded like incredibly fast mutterings from the boy as he considered his options.

Good for him, he guessed…

Sadly it was obvious which decision the boy would choose, much to the adjutant's resigned dismay. While his hope wasn't truly dashed, it looked like he'd have to endure a third Chief now. At least he had some contingencies in place in the event that Izuku's rule was any similar to Hisashi's.