Warnings: Soulparent, soulmates, abusive Inko, child soldiers, Aizawa/Tsukauchi/izuku, Hawkeye Izuku, Ronin Izuku, partially deaf Izuku, selectively mute izuku.

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Stupid, stupid, stupid. This was why he hated being stuck with rookies. Whether it was rookie heroes or rookie officers they were all idiots. Admittedly he was no better when he was a rookie. However, he at least had the common sense to listen to those with more experience. Unlike these idiots.

Two heroes lay wounded behind what little cover they had. A third was facing out towards their ambushers. She was alive but only barely. By the looks of the other two, they weren't fairing much better. Fresh out of hero school and looking to make a name for themselves. Too bad for them the drug bust they had jumped the gun on was Yakuza.

Not just any Yakuza either. They were dealing with the Tao Family. Ever since the dawn of heroes they had fought and fought to kill the heroes who tried to bring order. Police were little more than insects in their eyes. A nuisance to be batted away.

Three months of surveillance and these two idiots had ruined all their hard work. Those moving trigger would choose a new location. One far away from here. If they made it through this he was going to give the rookies a lashing they wouldn't forget.

If was key in that thought. It was just Naomasa tonight instead of two of his detectives. They had no backup as the comms had been first to go. As soon as Tao finished gloating he would be coming for them. Likely their deaths would be quick and painless. However, their bodies would be displayed like prizes. And a warning for those who dared go against the family.

Silently he prayed that Shouta would not seek revenge. As one of his two soulmates and the only bonded he would be hit the hardest. Their other soulmate wouldn't be hit quite as hard given they hadn't bonded. It would still hurt in a way that no one could put to words.

Footsteps sounded behind him. It was Nato Tao by the heaviness of his footsteps. The man was obese to the extreme it had been a wonder he hadn't had a heart attack yet. The world it seemed just wasn't that lucky.

Naomasa checked his magazine one last time knowing exactly how many bullets were left. Two. Even if he got a shot off there was no guarantee that Nato wasn't wearing body armor.

Nato gloated, "You should have a tighter leash on your heroes detective. If you did maybe you would have lived a little longer. Gotten to see your soulmate one more time at least. Maybe I should pay Eraserhead a visit? He is as much of a thorn in my side as you are."

How? They had been so careful not to reveal that they were soulmates. It wasn't even on their official records. Hospital records notwithstanding. Someone must have talked and that meant their tight group was in danger.

"Maybe..." The Yakuza boss didn't get any further than that.

Nearby a window broke and there was a hiss of anger and surprise from Nato. Back up? No there was no one hero or police supposed to be out this way.

The one that was facing Nato breathed pained, "Hawkeye."

Oh, they were now royally fucked. If things weren't bad enough they had this asshole to deal with too.

Not much was known about the man known as Hawkeye. Some called him a vigilante. Others called him a villain. A select few in the underground called him a hero.

His targets seemed to be picked at random. There was no rime or reason to who ended up with an arrow in them. To most, the arrow was simply inconvenient and needed to be removed. Such as one through the leg. Until a criminal activity was uncovered then it was what allowed them to keep the people in jail.

Nato snarled confirming what the hero said, "Hawkeye what the fuck are you doing here? Shouldn't you be putting arrows into little criminals?"

There was only silence in response. Naomasa crept to the side of his cover so that he could peek around the corner. He saw two figures standing. The shorter one barely 5 feet tall was definitely the Yakuza Boss.

A second figure only slightly taller by a few inches stood his muscles taut. In his hands was a beautiful compound bow. An hour was at full draw and pointed straight at the Yakuza's chest. The arrow tip was straight metal looked incredibly sharp.

This was no copycat. Naomasa could immediately tell this was the elusive vigilante Hawkeye. No one he had ever come across held such confidence in such an archaic weapon. Hawkeye wore a black jacket with purple stripes down it. A hood was raised and a cowl covered the bottom half of his face. All the detective could see was sharp green eyes that were solely focused on his target.

Nato opened his mouth to try and reason with the vigilante again. Possibly spread lies that they the cops were dirty. Not him. He had been careful to weed out those inside his department that was dirty.

Nato never got the chance however to spill lies. The arrow pointing at him was released and hit the Yakuza Boss Square in the chest with an audible thunk. The man clutched at his chest where the arrow had penetrated then fell back. Already blood began to pull around him.

Naomasa felt slightly ill as he watched. Hawkeye wasn't known to kill. What could have possibly caused this shift?

A low hoarse most certainly male voice said, "He's not dead," Naomasa felt his breath hitch in his throat as he realized the man was speaking to him, "Not a deep enough wound. Handcuff him while you can."

Slowly, uncertainly he came out of his cover. The archer was already moving but not towards him. Towards the fallen hero not in cover. Fear for the young man filled him as the archer raised his bow. Only to flick his wrist and have it collapse into a more manageable piece. Then he bent down putting two fingers against the hero's neck.

For a long moment, the world stopped around him. Then Hawkeye's free hand went into the nearly unnoticeable belt. He pulled out a white pill before placing it under the hero's tongue. For a moment nothing happened the man jackknifed up eyes wild searching for an enemy. When they fell on Hawkeye the man froze.

Hawkeye didn't say a word instead pulled out a roll of bandages and laid them on the ground before the hero. Then he stood and turned his back on them. The surety that they wouldn't attack him confused Naomasa.

How could he be sure that they wouldn't team up and attack him? Even if one of them was injured they still had the advantage of numbers. He was just one man was a bow.

That sounded weak even in his mind. This vigilante was something else entirely. He couldn't even bring himself to raise his gun. All he could do was watch as Hawkeye left.