With the advancement of Quirks in human society, the universe now sees them as equals. Some planets consider making contact. Others, only see competition.
"Sire, another cycle passes for Earth. When do we intervene?" A tall, rounded alien figure asked impatiently.
"Tock, silence! You know Quasar doesn't like to be pushed into anything. Besides, we've already got a dozen worlds looking for us!" A female warrior snapped at her companion. Each one of the four individual beings in the poorly lit chamber had dark purple skin and glowing white-pink eyes despite their unique physical differences.
The "Master" they stood before silently waved his hand in dismissal. "Not to worry, my friends." He smiled and leaned forward in his large captain's chair. "I've had a great swell of time to reflect and to think. The Catalyst has reached its mark and a Chosen has adapted with it. Give it just a few more cycles around their sun and they'll be ready to challenge me."
"We cannot last exile much longer, Master." A more snake-like entity cautioned. "But if you are confident in these humans."
The Master alien raised his hand to silence his snakeish advisor. "I am." He declared.
He laughed to himself and thought, "Just wait, Father. Soon, your precious creations will be reduced to ashes."
Dear Mister Reality by Congestion Band is heard playing on a speaker as a young college-age man wakes up and crawls out of his bed, yawning as he put on simple jeans and a t-shirt with a rock band logo on it.
He brushed his teeth thoroughly as the speaker shuffled on through a series of old rock and roll songs. And as he ran out the door of his apartment, he grabbed a donut from his pantry and stuck it halfway in his mouth.
"Taxi!" He called from the busy city sidewalk. Yet as the flagged down yellow vehicle began to drive up to his location, a little boy jumped into the street chasing after a runaway basketball, the young man instinctively rushed out.
He scooped up the boy and the ball before slamming his free hand into the asphalt just as the taxi slammed its front bumper into him. He positioned himself to shield the little boy and take the full front of the crash. But they were both fine.
The impact left the taxi's front dented inward. However, they were both without a scratch.
The boy's father came and grabbed him, quickly thanking the young man before running off.
People all around watched the scene. Some filmed it with their phones.
"N-Nothing to see here, folks! Carry on!" He called out and walked to the back door of the taxi.
His ride had taken him to a large white government facility full of technological advancements as well as professional superheroes donning their iconic suits and costumes. The clean air smelled like fresh linen sheets and the natural lighting fit the building's design perfectly.
"Welcome back, Rocky Rebounder." An automated feminine voice addressed him as he swiped his identification card.
He nodded and passed through a thick metal secured doorway that opened up.
This was all routine for him and his job. Unlike the Japanese system for professional heroes that worked at individual agencies, in America, the biggest and most powerful heroes worked directly for the government, with a few independent international agencies here and there.
Rocky was the highest of his group in terms of success. So his career led him here.
"Morning, Rock." A female pro-hero nodded and patted his shoulder as he walked by. She was already in her costume and on her way out for a mission.
Several other heroes greeted him as he walked through the open locker room.
Suddenly, a very tall and panicked suit-and-tie burst through a set of back doors. "Rebounder! There you are!"
"Hey, what's the hurry? I came as soon as I could." Rocky explained.
"Nobody told you? Damn! Just suit up immediately and meet me in conference room 2-A! Two minutes!" The government agent ordered as he wiped his forehead and ran back out.
Rocky rushed to his locker and pressed a button to open it. A scanner popped out and placed a red laser line over his entire body before the locker itself opened up.
His suit came out along with a series of robotic appendages that wrapped around his body, strapping his costume on tight and installing several armor pieces and a backpack specifically designed to control his Quirk.
Within the two minutes, he pushed open the conference room door all suited up in his pro-hero outfit.
The director of the government facility sat alone in the room alongside the impatient agent who was still pretty shaken up and covered in sweat.
"Got a mission for me, boss? I hear it's pretty serious. What happened to the rush?" Rocky asked.
The director silently calmed his agent and then turned to the hero. He seemed chilled despite the look on his face. "Before I tell you anything, I need to know what that was on your way here."
Rocky sighed. He turned his head over to a screen on the wall playing footage of the street where he rescued the little boy.
"I just can't help it, sir. I gotta use my abilities to help people even if I can't wait for approval." The redhead hero explained.
"It's not so much that. Moreso, you exposed your identity." The director stated. "We're not like other countries that let their heroes parade around the same towns they shop in. Do you get where I'm going with this?"
Rocky rolled his eyes. "My secret identity?"
The director pointed a finger to him. "Bingo, champ. You're not like other smaller heroes. You're a bigger target for bigger threats. If a villain saw your face and connected you to Rebounder, who would they target if not your residence?"
Rocky had heard this sort of lecture before, on the count that he was simply groaning and lowering his eyes like a child that had been caught stealing candy.
"They would go for your family. They'd go for your friends and allies. Hell, they just may be ballsy enough to come here and expose other secrets." He said.
Rocky sighed. "I understand. It won't happen again."
"But it had. Before. I'm striking you down. One more and we're gonna have to relocate you." His director insisted.
The agent then stood up. "Rebounder. I am also here to inform you of something that happened yesterday in Japan."
"Japan?" Rocky asked. "Why do we care about Japan? They've got like hundreds of heroes there. And all of them are pretty good too."
The director stood up beside the agent. "It's because their most powerful hero went rogue, Rock."
"Who, Deku? Rogue?" Rocky asked.
"Murphy's Law, my friend. The worst case scenario." The director informed his pro-hero. "We're bringing you there to help find out what's happening before it becomes an international issue. Deku is capable of leveling entire cities with one punch should he ever do it. And yesterday, he did it."