"Hey, Granana, a few friends wanted to meet up with me, so I'll be heading out for the day."

Tenko Shimura's grandmother peers through the frame of the kitchen and gushes, "Ooh, is this a secret date you don't wanna tell me, Tenko?"

Tenko tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, "You know that's something I would not keep a secret. I'd be shouting 'I have a beautiful date tonight!'"

Nana points out, "You do realize that what you are saying means you are audacious right?"

Scratching the side of his neck, Tenko leaves in a hurry.

After walking towards a mall for a few minutes, a little boy holding his mother's hand points to him, "Momma, that boy's neck is bleeding!"

The mother yanks on the boy's hand to shush him, who quickly apologizes, "I'm sorry sir, please forgive my son."

Inspecting his hand, blood is obvious on it, making Tenko groan, "No, I'm sorry. I've got this bad habit that I sometimes forget I'm scratching my neck till it bleeds."

He walks to the food court glancing at his bloodied finger, grabbing a paper towel and putting it to his neck, "Why? Every time I leave the house. Why?"

Walking over to the starbucks, he orders a caramel mocha, and sits at a table, pulling out a card that reads LoVE.

Sitting there for ten minutes, Tenko pulls out his cell phone and starts playing a game until someone steps up beside him, "What is LoVe, Tomura Shigaraki?"

Looking up lazily, he spots an older man with slicked back gray hair, John Lennon glasses, a white button up shirt with a purple suit jacket over, and a fluffy scarf around his neck. He sports a toothy grin that displays a gap in his front tooth, so Tenko responds, "Baby don't hurt me. Don't hurt me, no more."

The man sits across from him and introduces himself, "So you probably know this, but just to be safe, I'm Giran, and you are Shigaraki-San."

Leaning in, he continues, "Are you in charge or are you a middle man? Cuz no offense, but you look a little young to be a villain."

Smiling, he assures, "Oh, that's a compliment to me. And yes, I am in charge. Tomura Shigaraki is what you'll call me. It's an alias for now, I don't trust you to know my real name. Does that suffice for you?"

Nodding Giran accepts, "Alright, Shigaraki-San, what is it that you first want to do?"

Tomura clears his throat, his voice getting higher pitch and coarser, sounding almost like a wheezing teen, who growls, "Have you ever seen Venture Bros? Do Killinger, my friend."

Giran's smile broadens, "You just referenced my idol. Nobody has done that since I started doing this. You made me happy, kid. For that, I'll go the extra mile."

He leans in, "To start, you need a partner. Could be one, maybe a small team of personnel. Somebody who shares your idea of supervillainy."

Leaning back, Tomura ponders, "Hmm, there is a doctor I've been subscribing to, people don't take him seriously anymore due to claiming about a conspiracy, but he's a genius in artificial life, he could make for a good start. Maybe make a butler who is subservient to whatever I say. His name is Kyudai Garaki."

Handed a magazine, Giran flips through to a folded page, eyes widening, "You're sick kid. I like that."

Thus, we see the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

|-The file is strictly confidential, if you read this, you're fired-|

"What exactly is FULCRUM?" asks Izuku as he's walking down Skywalker Boulevard with his friends.

Jerry and Aizawa read off of several papers through the compowder, "From what we can glean from the CIA and NSA, FULCRUM was originally a branch of the CIA serving a secret cabal."

Aizawa adds, "Said Cabal is called the Ring, a criminal organization that was dismantled years ago. Actually both were about a year apart by...Operation Bartowski, a CIA-NSA joint operation unit. FULCRUM was dismantled in 2009 by the Ring themselves when they were proven ineffective in obtaining the first INTERSECT."

This peaks Izuku's worries, "T-The first INTERSECT?"

Jerry nods, "Yes, there have been multiple INTERSECTs created over the years, the namesake of Operation Bartowski, Chuck Bartowski, was the first human Intersect, getting it in 2006/2007. For two years, FULCRUM hunted him down until the Ring believed it could do a better job, resulting in FULCRUM being dismantled in the most excessive way possible."

A jingle on the Compowder pulls up a news Article, "Billionaire dies in jail cell. Roark Industries CEO Ted Roark passes in his sleep during a fatal heart attack while spending the night in jail for DUI. 1949-2009"

Sam ponders, "They had a businessman as an agent?"

Aizawa corrects, "They had a businessman as a leader. Ted Roark was the business front of FULCRUM for the 21st century, and that arrest was from him trying one last time to take Chuck's INTERSECT during the wedding of Chuck's sister. That was the last straw for the Ring, and even they didn't last long against Chuck. There's more information that can be gleaned at a later date, but what we do know is that somebody has decided to revive the name, even recruiting survivors, like Colt."

Alex worries, "But who would have the resources to bring something like that back up? Especially something that's been dismantled for five years?"

Jerry theorizes, "It's entirely possible that it was never fully dismantled, the Ring may have gone after obvious targets, but they may have missed analysts, low level agents, or even family members."

Hitoshi groans, "Either way, this means that we'll have to put them on the backburner until we get a lead. In which case, Aizawa-San, is it possible for me to transfer to Beverly Hills High for the time being?"

This shook the spies and Izuku, especially when Aizawa answered, "Yes, it won't be much of a problem. You and Midoriya can be on a team together. But you'll need a third teammate."

At this, Jerry's eyes light up, "Then I know exactly who to bring in."

The compowder hangs up, leaving the five deep in Beverly Hills. Hitoshi smiles and waves, "Alright, see y'all in class tomorrow."

Walking off in the distance to the stammering of his friends new and old. Out of earshot, Izuku groans, "Ten years later, and he's still acting like this."

Sam muses, "I guess that's it. See y'all in class tomorrow?"

The others nod and each head their separate way.

Getting to his front door, Izuku unlocks the door, calling out, "Mom! Dad! I'm home!"

He hears something fall, like a fork on the tiled floor of the kitchen, and rushes in, "Is everything alright?"

He spots his parents, reading the newspaper, with a spoon on the floor, and a pink sorbet in a glass bowl.

But for some reason, Izuku's eyes have shrunken and his mouth sucked in.

His father is the first to notice, "Oh, hey Zuku, how was your day?"

Expressions not changing, he nods, "A...Alright...H...How about you?"

His mother shrugs, "We've just been watching TV, have a lunch date, ate some sorbet, and then wanted to catch up on current events. Is...Is something the matter?"

Young Midoriya points to them, "Why are y'all wearing each other's clothes?"

Hisashi looks down first, seeing he's wearing his wife's salmon pink sweater and dress skirt, while Inko is wearing her husband's beige sweater and Dragon Ball covered pajamas.

They look up at their son, now sporting the same looks, now stammering more than he ever has.

In a rush, all three run down three different hallways, each shouting, "ASLKDNALSNAEFSLDFKJALSDFH!"

Yeah, their brains have fried from this.

|-The file is strictly confidential, if you read this, you're fired-|

"Well, we lost the INTERSECT, again. And we failed to stop a group of high schoolers. As if being dismantled by a Buy More employee wasn't bad enough."

Colt counters, "At least we know these punks. Took your daddy two years to figure out who Carmichael really was."

The prodigal son groans, "I don't think this Carmichael is really Bartowski's real name."

Being looked at, Colt shrugs, "Just sayin', kid had large brass. One of the reasons I'm glad we're not going after him yet."

Junior adds, "Correct. Yet. That guy's bulletproof pretty much. Build up our resources then go after him."

A stern voice asks, "What about these spies? The suits look like WOOHP issued material."

Colt reads off a tablet, "The girls are on the record. Alexandra, Clover, and Samantha. And this is the first time they worked with that Shinso boy despite being an agent as long as them. But that broccoli haired kid's new. There's no file on him."

One of them looks over, and this time a girl's voice speaks up, "He's right. No training certificate, no recruitment file, nothing that says he's an agent. Sir, what do we do?"

Junior chuckles, "We get to know him. See if his photo pops up anywhere. Send them all over the black market if you have to, but we learn who he is, we put Charlie's Angels in his school and see if he wants to work with us. Or if they can take him out."

Stern points out, "We can't just send out a picture to every scumbag on the planet without a name, what do we call him?"

"How about Snake eyes? He's got a manic look anyway."

"Can't, names taken."

"Man from U.N.C.L.E.?"

"That's just unoriginal."

"Cipher Nine?"

"...Okay that's a cool one, but what about Cipher One Through Eight?"

"It adds to the mystique, justifying the huge price we'll put out."

"We can't afford to put out a huge price."

"Then how about to put in some sort of military/government edge to him. We used to work for the government after all."

"Fair enough, this kid will be Cipher Nine."

|-The file is strictly confidential, if you read this, you're fired-|

"Alright class, today we'll be introducing a new student. Young man, introduce yourself."

Flashing the peace sign, Hitoshi shrugs, "Yo, name's Hitoshi Shinso, I was born in Japan, but for the last five years I've been living in Fresno."

He tilts his head, "Well what do you know, Izuku Midoriya, is that you?"

Ms. Sage raises an eyebrow, "You two know each other?"

Hitoshi smirks, "Yeah, we went to elementary school together. Never thought I'd see him again, though. But I'd recognize that green hair anywhere."

Relaxing, the teacher shrugs, "Well, in that case, Izuku, I'll trust you to assist Hitoshi in whatever he needs."

|-The file is strictly confidential, if you read this, you're fired-|

Blindfolded is what Tuesday woke up to, possibly being rounded up by some of the more unruly inmates.

When the blindfold was removed was when she realized she wasn't in prison anymore.

White walls of ice with glass floor, showing a rainforest under her.

"I told you I'd get you out of prison, Tuesday."

Behind her is Vanbierk, alongside the man in the photo with diamonds jutting out of his face.

He bows to her, "Good to meet you Tuesday-ssi, I am Zhao."

Returning the bow, Tuesday asks, "While I do appreciate being taken out of prison, I have to ask why? I'm not the only person who can customize bodies, and half of them aren't in prison."

Zhao explains, "Confidentiality. If we bring in an outsider then we run the risk of betrayal. With you we have some insurance. If you try to turn us in, you go back to prison, for an even longer sentence. Maybe even the death penalty. Especially working with us."

Snorting, the former model asks, "What are y'all nazis or something?"

"No, North Koreans."

Turning around, a man around the same age as Zhao, but with a stubble of a beard growing in, leaner face, and dressed in a black military uniform enters. This makes Tuesday demand, "I'm sorry, did you just say you both are North Koreans?"

The man offers his hand, "I did. Colonel Tan-Sun Moon, Korean People's Army. My Associates Tang Ling Zhao, Vincent Vanbierk, and others if you are willing to join."

For once in her life, Tuesday Tate felt something unique: Discomfort, and she was nervous to voice it, "I-I don't know. I'm not American, yet I feel uneasy about what it is you might want me to do."

He nods, "I see. Mr. Kil, would you please bring in my punching bag?"

A towering man with sun kissed skin and curly hair kept in a ponytail, dressed like an impeccable gentleman, brings out a punching bag strung up on a cart, Colonel Moon starts kicking at it. He starts rambling, "Did you know my father had me attend Harvard?"

Punch, "As a prestigious general he managed that. Oxford too."

Kick, "It helped me to major in Western Hypocrisy. Everyone is one, even me. I have a garage filled with ferrari's and porches, the works."

Two kicks, "But that's beside the point. You see, I only got to attain the rank of Colonel if I only served my father's garrison. If I transfer, I'll be demoted. It's because I've got a rage in me. An impulsiveness, if you will. You see, my country has one of the greatest militaries in the world, an entire culture around the military and one dynasty. A modern empire, yet we're stuck on half of a small peninsula, surrounded by weak nations that gave in to the western craze. We could do so much more! And yet we're stymied. But no more."

He relaxes, and asks, "Mr. Kil, please open the bag."

Pulling at the zipper, a man in a sweater falls out, purple and swollen from several punches and kicks, with Moon explaining about the unconscious man, "This is my therapist. My father insisted I have one. I didn't like the tone he took with me."

Taking a seat at the glass desk, "Would you mind telling my father I'm gonna need another therapist, Zhao?"

Scarface bows and leaves, pulling out a cellphone.

Moon leans forward, "So, do you still wish to be apprehensive about working for me?"

Trying to relax herself, Tuesday wonders, "Was I brought in just to give your associate a less expensive complexion?"

Chuckling, Moon agrees, "Yes, that, and also, I'm gonna need a new face. I've had a pet project in my head for a superweapon capable of countering every weapon on the planet that could destroy my tiny nation. But getting the funds and resources necessary have been time consuming. Not to mention that getting those involves me smuggling African Conflict Diamonds. Since my father is my superior, he's getting suspicious. So Tan-Sun Moon needs to die in a freak accident, and become a celebrity in the world, letting the world give him all the money he needs to fund the new age of world peace."

|-The file is strictly confidential, if you read this, you're fired-|

Typing away at a computer, Aizawa notices something, "What the?"

Leaning in and moving the mouse around, he sits back to groan, "The one case has just returned."

Jerry walks in and wonders, "Is everything alright, Shota?"

Aizawa responds, "Do you remember the evil Wonder Woman wannabe named Ariel?"

Chuckling, Jerry admits, "I kind of considered her a Xena Xerox with her outfit. What about her?"

Exposition is given by Aizawa, "A repeat is occurring. Women selling beauty products, random men, anything that goes against super toxic feminism is being assaulted, and by women we've catalogued as Sisterhood descendents. It might just be possible our manhunt's about to end. Red eyes and everything."

Hearing this, Jerry ponders, "Should we even send in the spies? Sam has ancestry in that sisterhood, it might do more harm than good."

"You said you had an idea for Shinso and Midoriya's third teammate," Aizawa says, "Who?"

Pulling out a folder, Jerry hands it to him, who groans, "Oh you've gotta be joking."

Jerry swears, "I don't joke. Well, I joke quite a bit, but with this I don't joke."

"He's a flight risk. The personality and charisma of a meal spiked with Ghost Peppers. Not to mention he's the cause of, in my opinion, almost all of the neuroses of-"

"He passed all tests granted to him. He has the Spy Gene."

Flipping through the folder, he sees that those tests did have approval, making Aizawa swear, "Alright, but with all due respect, sir, this is insane."

Chuckling to himself, Jerry does point out, "Well, you've gotta be eccentric in this line of work to keep sane."

Author's Notes:

So here we are setting up the first returning villain, one that always bothered me was never brought up again, since she was never caught.

I felt like Ariel would have potentially been similar to a lot of crime shows with a personal killer, the one case the girls never got the chance to properly solve.

But after the zaniness of the first arc, it feels appropriate to have a bit of a breather first, so that's why there isn't too much action going on.

So to start, we see the rise of Tomura Shigaraki, and how he gets his first associate for LoVE. But what is LoVE?

And now we get to where the Spies are now having to investigate a defunct organization that has returned. Also, expect Izuku and his friends to walk in on his parents after BOW CHIKA WOW WOW a lot. Does that make this a mature rated story?

Also, Snake Eyes is a codename already taken. What could that mean?

Also, Star Wars Old Republic Reference!

And of course, Pierce Brosnan's last bond villain makes his debut.

And I might be bad at foreshadowing and making it obvious who the third member of the team is, but…Who is it?