My Iron Giant
-Black Parade-
"Are we ready?" Nezu asked the incredibly large metal humanoid. They stood outside in the warm sunlight with the training field dirt beneath them. Now that Midoriya was capable of independent thinking they had plenty of catching up to do and test his current limits.
Izuku nodded, glancing back to where Ochaco was currently jogging around the track. Great progress had been made in Midoriya's mental functioning, but it still seems he is greatly attached to the young girl. Though the same could be said the other way around. Further observation would have to be made to determine if this would inhibit his thinking.
"Wonderful!" Nezu clapped his paws together. With him was Thirteen, who was here to act as someone to share his thoughts with aloud. Self rambling is one of the leading factors to insanity.
"First, let's see if you are able to regain your form before you had a metallic body. If anything feels wrong or hurts stop immediately. It would be a shame to have you injured so soon after your recovery."
Once again Midoriya nodded, closing his eye shutters and concentrating.
[!WARNING!]
[Deactivating B.O.T. Would do irreversible damage to organic components]
[!WARNING!]
[Organic components currently dependent on B.O.T.]
[Proceeding would result in permanent shut down of all functions]
[Action not advised]
Nezu awaited for some change, but all he got was Midoriya shaking his head.
"Dajer, Daanjjggrrr."
Midoriya was clearly upset with his current language barrier, but this was much better than before. This was just something that would take Midoriya longer efforts rather than harder. "Take your time."
"D, danger."
"Danger?" Thirteen asked. "Dangerous for us or him?"
Nezu hummed. Ah yes, that would make sense. When they last saw the boy's body it had clearly been reliant on several artificial organs. So much metal intertwined with flesh, to take away one the other would fail as well. "If I'm correct Midoriya, you can but it would be dangerous to your health. Is that correct?"
"Yee"
"If we cannot reverse what was done, then we must simply adapt. Something you have shown a great talent for."
Midoriya tilted his head to the side, Thirteen feeling the same as the boy.
"So, what do you want him to try?" Thirteen asked.
"Excuse me." Monoma said approaching the trio. "May I participate in this?"
"Of course!" Nezu waved for the blond to come closer. "I imagine it has been incredibly boring having to sit around with nothing to do."
"I've been keeping myself entertained." Monoma shrugged the obvious off. "After all, Midoriya grows stronger from adopting various forms of media correct? Mine appear to do the same but don't copy his."
The principal nodded. This young lad certainly was sharp and flexible when it came to quirk application. He needed to be to use his "copy" quirk after all, or what was left of it. One could only hope Midoriya's mystery quirk didn't completely overcome Monoma's. "Well we would be happy to hear any recommendations you have. Anything he can do you most likely can with practice."
"And when can I begin to practice this quirk?" Monoma looked back up to the mostly white frame of Midoriya who stood tall.
"Soon after the students come back, I have a few that might be able to increase your progress. Let's simply see where we are at. Midoriya?" Nezu called out.
Midoriya looked to the Principal, awaiting instruction.
"Do you recall the weaponry you summoned?"
"Wes, yes."
"Try a sword, would you kindly?"
Izuku looked to his hand, instructing the blade to come to life.
[Calculating...Solution: -Upgrade-]
[Searching for optimal designs….Design found]
[Simulating...Rendering...Design compatible for upload.]
[Begin Upgrade….Upgrade Complete]
His fingers clenched into a fist, a new opening above his wrist. Sharp metal plates flowed out in a wire hanging loosely. When the wire tightened all of them snapped into place creating his new sword.
"Interesting." Nezu hummed.
"What about it?" Thirteen asked. It didn't always feel nice, being behind on what was going on. But that's what you get whenever Nezu is around.
"I see." Monoma nodded in understanding.
"Wait, what am I missing?" The space hero was feeling a little more dumb now.
"The creation process is vastly different. For example when fighting the Nomu, Midoriya had summoned a sword that he held. It wasn't directly connected, but simply a tool he created to use."
"This time." Monoma continued. "Midoriya seems to generate a new part of himself rather than a tool. It might be connected with how Uraraka and him were sharing a mind and adding their own processing together."
Maybe Thirteen could have been working with Uraraka today, at least she would feel more helpful. "Ok, but how does one more mind change this?"
"It might have to work with processing, two minds granting more thinking power than one." Nezu summarized, then turned to Monoma. "This is something we should try, perhaps ask Uraraka about her experience sharing a mind."
The quirk copier looked to the track where Uraraka was jogging, and dodging rubber bullets that snipe was shooting at her from a distant rooftop. Obviously she's busy with...training.
Thirteen tapped Nezu's shoulder. "I still don't get it."
Sometimes it was difficult being so intelligent. "It's just like a computer. Midoriya's mind is his processor, only able to run a limited amount of data at a time. This data includes operating every single function of his robotic body. Every part, every program, he has it all in his head."
"That...that's so much. I already have issues using my phone every now and then." Thirteen stood amazed at the natural intellect of Midoriya.
"His quirk makes it much easier, but to operate a separate body along with keeping his own working is taxing." Monoma added.
"What does that have to do with his weapons though?" Thirteen pointed out the obvious.
"I'll show you." Nezu stepped closer to Midoriya, the giant's eyes fixating on his furry self. "Can you move your fingers on the arm that has the blade?"
Midoriya tilted his head slightly at the question, unsure of what the purpose of it was. Nevertheless he raised his bladed arm, noting his fingers in a tight fist.
The three waited for Midoriya to move his fingers, but after a few seconds the blade segments on his arm came loose. It went limp, dangling on the wire that held them all. In a second it snapped back to attention quickly, the sun glistening off the sharp edges..
"He couldn't move his fingers?" Thirteen asked, very concerned for Midoriya.
"He sacrificed the mental capacity it took to use his digits to control the blade upon his forearm." Nezu summarized. "Without Uraraka to serve as a second mind, he must choose which parts of him are worth using and which can be altered."
"That seems bothersome." Monoma huffed.. "To sacrifice basic motor functions to have an advantage on the battlefield? Hardly a good trade if he is to be our next pillar of peace."
"Maybe compared to someone who could resolve anything by single handedly punching it hard enough." Nezu shot back. "But that didn't work in the end. Midoriya needs to be flexible, adaptable, and rely on others if he is to be not just the next All Might but something greater."
*Huff, huff*
"That's enough." Snipe said as Uraraka was passing by him.
She flopped on the cool grass, spilling out sweat from every poor. Her vision was hazy, bits of hair getting in the way. Brushing them to the side she saw Midoriya's eyes concerningly gazing over her. Her mouth was too busy trying to suck in as much air as possible, so she gave him a thumbs up to show she was ok.
"You decide to attend the funeral or not?" The cowboy from hell asked. Seriously, she just got back from being lost in space, lost in the woods, and lost in her parents arms. The very next day what happens? BAM! Back to training. It only took a few days for her to regress, and now she was being punished.
"M-my l-legs." She complained.
"What about em?"
"Jellyyyyy" Ochaco whined.
"Heh, don't worry. You should be just fine for tomorrow." Snipe grabbed her hand, easily lifting her up.
"Tomorrow?"
"Yep, definitely done for the day. Come on" He patted her shoulder, steering her to the dormitory.
Tomorrow...tomorrow…
Oh.
The funeral.
"Izuku."
The metal giant knelt down on one knee, getting on a better eye level with her.
"Are you going...to All Might's funeral? I know they said we should since, ya know, everyone's expecting it. But...it's so soon." She walked forward, putting her hand on his metallic chin.
"Yes."
Ochaco smiled, looking back to his eyes. "You're getting better at talking."
"her-hard."
"I can only imagine." Her hand glided across the smooth surface. It wasn't just talking that must be hard for him, so much was happening and it was all so fast. She just wanted to relax, not have to focus on anything besides simple living. Is this what being a hero was all about? Running from one thing to the next?
"Wash your clothes before the sweat stains em'" Snipe interrupted, getting Ochaco blushing madly. GOSH! You don't just-ARGH!
She stomped off towards the dorms, regretting it because her legs still stung and each footsteps felt like an earthquake through her bones. Ah, whyyyy.
"WaH!" Ochaco was picked up by the back of her gym shirt, her limbs hanging loosely as she felt like a lost puppy. Midoriya hoisted her, put her in his other hand, and walked her back the rest of the way. For her it would have been hundreds of steps, for him it was fifteen. She wished she was tall. Maybe not a hundred feet tall, but taller.
Can Midoriya smell her? Oh please no please don't smell she's all icky right now and they're back. He lowered his hand to the roof, where her Mom was at the table?
"Hey honey!"
"Mom?" She looked up at Midoriya, who looked like he had no idea about this either. Hopping off Ochaco took a look at what was on the table. Plates, chopsticks, cups, lemonade. "What's going on."
"We wanted to have a nice meal together. You've been through a lot and..well we want to do something."
There was more, her senses were tingling, her 'Mom is upset, don't know why but keep Mom happy if you want to avoid getting a red butt' senses. She should probably rename that but it's self explanatory and it served her for years.
"Ok, well, I'm going to get cleaned up." Ochaco opened the door to her room, giving one last look to her smiling mother and curious giant.
With nothing else to do but wait Midoriya bent down to sit on his legs. His head hovering just above the rooftop. Actually, he never really talked to the Urarakas. The only memory he had with them was...not the best first impression. They understood he wasn't fully aware of himself right?!
His glowing eyes glanced at , who sat there patiently looking to where Ochaco just entered. Her head snapped to him, giving him a glare.
"You better not watch her as she undresses."
No! He would never! Well he already has buthewasn'tincontrolatthetimeandheissoscrewed-
All he could do was rapidly shake his head in denial. She then smiled sweetly like nothing happened. "Wonderful!"
Moms are scary.
[Proximity Alarm]
Mom?
Let's see, she was eating outside and it was still transitioning from winter to spring. Yet it was just her parents and Izuku. She could afford to be a little lax with her clothes. Grabbing a pair of warm leggings and a fuzzy long sleeve shirt she threw them on, not even bothering to do her hair besides an after shower brush.
Letting her nose take in the air, she could smell it. The cooked meat, the broth, and oh that sweet comforting rice. She wouldn't have been able to pick out the scents, but Snipe had been training her well. Who knew you could actually train someone to smell better.
Ochaco grabbed one last item for her outfit, a shopka to help keep her head warm. They have little earflaps you can fold up, it was stylish, furry, and very cost efficient. Those Russians sure know how to live in the cold. Double checking herself in the mirror, she confirmed how she looked.
Simple but cute! Yeah, she totally mastered the look. Maybe on the lazy end but oh well, not like she was dressing up for anything. Exiting her room so conveniently built on the rooftop, she hummed as she walked to the table.
"Hey Dad!" She waved to the man who was always willing to negotiate but firm on his beliefs. He waved back, that normal average smile was so him.
"Hey Izuku!" Despite seeing only a face of metal, his emotions leaked out of him clear as day. He wasn't someone to keep his goals or ideals hidden. He was a very open person, the only secrets he had were those he didn't own himself.
"Hey Mom!" Ochaco's mother just sat down a bowl of vegetables, her eye twitched when she saw her but she smiled on. It wasn't a 'I'm happy smile.' It was just a polite smile. Ouch, maybe she should have worn something more appropriate. Not like there was cameras or visitors here, just them!
"Hey Izuku's Mom!"
The woman was dressed up slightly. A nice top with a pressed skirt as if she walked out of meeting with the Principal. It probably happened, with all the chaos and…
Her eyes kept widening farther and farther as she realized who was with them.
"H-hello Uraraka."
Her mother was right to give her that twitch, she should have worn a different hat.
"Please, don't go." Izuku's mom got up, very worried. "I know I said some very harsh things when we met, and that was wrong. You've been a great friend to Izuku and, I'm so sorry for how I've treated you for helping my son."
She bowed, making Ochaco feel very weird. What was she supposed to do, forgive her obviously but was that it? Just like that and eat together? Crap her mom was giving her a very angry twitch of the brow.
"I-it's alright ! Things were stressful so fast and none of us really knew what was happening!" She waved her hands in front of her, gosh this felt so embarrassing. No need to make a show with all the bowing and holy crap Izuku's memories were right she was a huge crier. Ochaco thought maybe it was an exaggerated perspective or something. No, those were legit hoses built into her eyes!
"Well." Her dad clapped, awkwardly interrupting but saving her! "This food isn't going to eat itself. Ouch!" Ochaco's mom smacked him upside the head.
"Be more sensitive!"
"I was!"
"That's not sensitive!"
"Then what is?"
"Not that!"
"Obviously you're not being sensitive enough to me."
"Man up!"
"Woman up!"
Ochaco sighed, ignoring them and sitting down at the table. This might be a while, but across from her was looking at the married couple smiling fondly.
"They get along so well."
"You think?" Ochaco asked.
"It's one that most wish they had."
Wow, that sounded depressing, especially the tone of voice. Now that she tried to remember, there was nothing special in Izuku's memories about a Dad. Nothing for years, only vague ones from when he was smaller. Ochaco looked to Izuku, who was looking towards the main campus and squinting his eyes. Just what was he so interested in?
"Midoriya boy!" called out while avoid his wife's barrage of smacks. The giant looked to the man, tensing up and looking between the married couple. "Hold out your hand and lift me up!"
"You're not getting away that easily!"
"Quickly!"
Panicking Izuku obeyed the man, holding out his palm as the man leapt into it. "UPUPUPUP!"
Obeying once again Izuku lifted him fifteen feet above the building, outside of the wife's range.
"Ha! Try getting up here now!"
If her mother had a death glare quirk it certainly showed here. It traveled from her husband to Izuku. "Let him down."
"Don't do it Midoriya! We men have to stick together!"
"Quite right." A new voice spoke from the door. Everyone looked over to see a man with dark hair, bright blue eyes, and perfectly symmetrical freckles. He had very prominent features and a deep voice. Wearing a deep maroon suit and a tie with imagery of fire he walked up to Izuku, ignoring everyone else.
"What, not going to say hi to your Dad?"
Hells bells, he has arrived. I thought about writing more but it feels right to leave it on cliffhangers. I skipped a lot of Izuku's testing because I wanted to save some moments for later. If you have any questions about Izuku's current abilities and what he can do feel free to ask!
Now with a tv tropes thanks to Arakiisjogenius
Any questions, comments, or jokes are welcomed. As long as they're funny.
If there's spelling errors please let me know and I will fix them. I also started crossposting on Archive of Our Own under the same title. My username is the same there as well.
Harleking31:
The only people to witness what he broadcasted were the two teachers and the Principal. I basically took a scene that wasn't in the original Iron Giant movie and threw it in with a little more relevance.
wolves567:
If the man is shooting to be noticed more live television with his very popular son is the way to do it.
Neon Starch:
Yes please! I need more scheming Ochaco! Now that you point it out yeah Thirteen does remind me of Alien X. To be honest I had no idea of what she looked like before I got caught up in the manga. What you saw was me trying to figure out how she looked so I threw it in.
Xyrothor:
You are spot on, but I want others to figure it out so I won't go into details here. I also love the way you're leaking information in your fic! A little bit at a time, no clear details but a basic idea can be formed by the reader. Because it's still kept in the dark you can even twist it up in the reveal to be even more shocking! Lots of potential you're building up in your story. Love it.
Zabkiel:
Those images, are memories, and that's all I'll say.
Random65:
Well, who knows what companies are running after hundreds of years. Plus, new ones probably started up to go alongside real heroes. Glad you recall that scene from Iron Giant, it was featured in the special edition but not the original.
RunOnSentences:
Unfortunately, I don't plan on having him change into anything besides humanoid for simplicity's sake. It's a rule I made when first writing this. Setsuna will definitely beg for it though until the end of time.
CommandantCo:
Bad, it can only go bad.
All Might was loved by a lot of people, but only a few actually know of Toshinori Yagi. Those that do will be in attendance, including the Shields, Torino, and Nighteye.
It would not be out of character for Katsuki to blame Izuku.
Nighteye may very well be too devastated to care anymore. Yet I still haven't decided on how I want to write that.
Thanks! I wanted to be subtle with the references but it doesn't seem like many people get them unless I directly say the names.
Saramus92:
Not at all.
ZeroExia:
No omen, memory
Animeguy1101:
I get what you're saying, but I get a lot of positive feedback from the references. I try to balance out between Japanese and American references but more people seem to catch onto the western ones. There were a couple subtle ones I threw in but some went unnoticed completely. It seems like if I want to do a reference it would have to be direct otherwise nearly everyone doesn't get it. So far in there are barely more Western than Japanese references in there. I just have more Western characters in this story that I threw in but there are plenty of other Japanese ones.
CitricBlueWolf:
I'm glad you appreciate how I'm writing Izuku's abilities. While plenty of people love overpowered stories I get tired of them very fast unless they're well written. I wanted to try something different, he is the best and the worst at the same time. A chaotic balance. Can't wait to see what you'll think of future twists!
StarSaber10:
Not like I can track who is reading my stories when haha!
Musical Dragon Rider:
That's the only Michael Bay transformer movie I haven't seen. Also, Monoma may have been stupid, but he's getting better.