A/N: Thanks to the Beta of this chapter, Morbious20!

December.

A buzzing noise sounded out underneath his soles, Izuku exited his rageful bellow and looked around defensively, police officers of all kinds surrounding him.

"Freeze!"

Izuku groaned, spider-sense would warn him before they could fire so he wasn't really worried. He bent down to investigate the buzzing, the callous cries of officers all around as he pulled out a communication device from the decommissioned villain's pocket.

"Approaching in T-minus 30 seconds, I repeat, come in Habit."

Izuku grunted, "That's what they were waiting on then, a helicopter is coming to pick the containers up, but they don't know… We already freed all the kids." Izuku mused to himself, ignoring the police officers around him and their incredulous looks.

One cop shot into the air, "Hey! We said put your hands up!" Izuku turned around, still standing atop Habit Headgear.

"Sorry but I don't plan on going to jail, and my identity is a trade secret! But hey if you really want to thank me for doing your job for you, let me be on my way!" Izuku cheerfully spoke, his tense face hidden by the mask he wore.

"Not happening perp, you sound young, just turn yourse-"

And he was gone, he'd disappeared into the sky with a single flick of the wrist. He figured the police could handle it from here on out, and he wasn't really planning on getting shot tonight.

The sergeant sighed into his hand, his eyes widening as the distant noise of helicopter blades began to sound.

"What the hell is it now? Relax, relax… just two days until I'm out of this shit…"

From the helicopter, a figure fitted with cybernetics looked on with an amused grin, his brown eyes gleaming in excitement. And the other figure… well the other was in ecstasy.


Izuku landed on a building nearby, his legs shaking. Propping himself up against a wall with his arm and staring down, his breaths coming out in large increments after he removed his mask.

Koichi landed right next to him with a wobbly use of his quirk and began to limp over, his body still flooded with adrenaline, and his mask removed as well. "Holy crap, that was insane! Midoriya what the hell kinda quirk do you have that lets you toss around giants like that!" The veteran vigilante was glomping on him excitedly punching his shoulder, his eyes lit up like a child on Christmas.

But, Izuku wasn't responsive. "Hey hey, you good?" The older man tapped him on the shoulder twice, trying to get a good look at his face.

"Just-just give me a second okay?" Izuku was thoroughly shaking from adrenaline, content with leaving the villains they'd taken down to get collected by the police.

"Hey, don't worry it happens to the best-"

They didn't have time.

"Wait… I have to tell them about the helicopte-!"

Izuku's spider-sense whirred off, several gunshots sounding off. The firearm use went on for only a second before the screams began, blood curdling screams. Izuku and Koichi both stood ramrod straight, their faces turning pale as a slaughter unfolded out of sight.

Izuku shook his head, running forth. "Hey wait!" Koichi reached out to stop him but was too slow, his quirk still recharging from its use of knuckle style..

Izuku soared into the sky, using his webs to propel himself further and further at higher speeds. It only took him a fraction of a second to cross the distance between his resting area and the battleground they'd just left.

Sliding to a stop on a building, Izuku scanned the area, his heart stopping immediately.

Bodies, dozens, bloody disfigured corpses beaten to a pulp, unidentifiable from what they used to be strewn across the battleground, blood coating the snow and seeping deep.

Izuku's eyes shook, his breath rapidly increasing. 'S-Stain?' Izuku felt anger boil up, an indescribable rage.

A helicopter was hovering over the battlefield, and under it were two figures, one he knew as Habit Headgear and the other….He seemingly just landed on the street.

The figure stepped over a corpse, shaking his head at the wanton bloodshed before smirking at Habit Headgear, "Hehe, ey looks like you're not as tough as we thought. Or maybe… Your ideals are too shitty to put up a decent fight!" A figure with a slight Brazilian accent spoke nonchalantly.

Habit had just woken up, his body free from any webbing. "You bastard… Don't act so casually! I should snap you in half for that! We got ambushed by two-" The villain spoke in rage, at his failure and the casualness of the man before him.

"Spare me your excuses, and well, could you snap me in half? Or maybe you're overestimating yourself a bit… Either way big guy, you fucked up." The pink skinned villain growled, reaching into his other pocket and pulling out another syringe.

"I'm going to beat your ass blue pretty boy!" The larger man grunted, his body shaking once more.

"Oh?" The cybernetic figure smirked, shifting his eyebrows. "What do we have here?" The man began to laugh boisterously as Habit bulked up for the second time that night, his body shifting into a combative Iaido stance.

"Ok then! I like that, trigger has no effect on me but its effects on you… quite impressive… This should be fun! Give me a real challenge eh!" The boisterous cybernetic warrior couldn't stop laughing, two locks of brown hair vibrating along with every chuckle.

"I-I-I-I'm going to kill you!" Habit stuttered out, the drug impairing his speech.

The cyborg's hand clasped around the hilt of his blade, slowly but surely he pulled it out of his sheathe. The blade was a pure blood red, crafted masterfully and burning with a violent red current that sparked around the blade like a tesla coil. A katana, high frequency blade tech.

The cyborg used both hands to hold the hilt, raising the burning sword into a classic Kendo position. "Ok. Let's dance!"

The hulking villain charged, he retained a slight bit of sentience compared to last time, which was barely visible in his hidden eyes..

Reaching out in order to grab the swordsman, Habit roared animalistically. The swordsman did not waver in his stance though, and his smirk grew twice fold. The cybernetic warrior quickly placed his blade back into its sheath, putting his finger over some kind of firing mechanism and entering an Iaido quick draw stance.

From the cyborg's perspective, the world slowed to a crawl and was covered in a tint of crimson. His eyes narrowed, and weakness was revealed to him.

Smirking, the swordsman saw his chance. He pulled the trigger mechanism on his sheath.

Fire spouted out of his sheath, ejecting his sword out at incredibly fast speeds, the cyborg didn't even need to direct the blow, just guide it to his intended destination. That destination being Habit's bulky purple arm mere inches away, the cyborg wrapped his hands around the hilt and pulled up.

SSHHSSHHKKK!

The blade sliced through the air like a wheel of concentrated fire, a blood red trail of energy following its trajectory. Habit screamed in pain, his hulking right appendage flopping into the air and steaming blue blood flooding out from his incision.

The cyborg sighed, still holding his sword out. "Disappointing." He said with a slight edge before pivoting on his soles and raising his blade up into the air and back into the trigger sheath, locking it in place for a short second as he glowed red with energy, he stood dead set in his stance until the ground below cracked from the pressure of his red force. Habit was still stumbling from the fatal slice, a perfect cut that would lead to near instant blood loss…

But the swordsman was a fan of theatrics.

He pulled the trigger again.

The sword crashed down in a burst of red energy, his arms shooting out into a sort of X position as the wind pressure created by the blade shot out a myriad of blade cuts in a sort of projectile form. In a flash a number of red blade slices formed over the backstepping villain, stopping him in his tracks.

Falling to a knee, the swordsman swiped his blade out, flicking the blue blood away. Pushing the blade against his scabbard and sliding it into position, he sheathed his blade with a click.

And the trigger enhanced villain fell apart into a dozen pieces of gore and various steaming viscera, his defeat practically instant.

The cyborg raised his arms in the air with bravado, "Heh, is this the best you've got, Japan? Where's my challenge huh! Bastards." The cyborg spat with disgust, his smile being replaced with a frown.

Izuku was green faced as he watched, the way this new adversary dispatched the villain it took him and The Crawler to take down… In seconds, and then the gore… Oh god.

Izuku tore his mask off, releasing the contents on his stomach onto the ground below. His limit for viscera reached several times over, he'd seen some on the internet but in person? With the smell? He couldn't hold his guts in.

"Hm?" The cybernetic warrior heard the commotion, his brow raising as he tilted his gaze towards the webslinger, curiously watching him until it clicked.

"Ah."

The next second the cyborg was right behind him, "So you're the one who defeated our… Minced friend before?" Izuku's eyes widened astronomically, his spider-sense blaring harder than it ever had before.

Izuku swiped behind him with as much force as he could muster, wind and air pressure following the trajectory of his palm.

But the cyborg merely ducked under his blow, his smirk on full display. His light grey armor and cybernetic body suit glimmering in the moonlight, the swordsman angled his sheathe directly up, and pulled the trigger.

Izuku felt his head wirl, his sense of direction and balance being lost as he soared through the air, the hilt of the blade had hit him after ejecting out from its sheath.

The cyborg followed, leaping up into the air at incredible speeds and grabbing onto his red flaming blade before shoving it downwards. Izuku shook his head and came to his senses, his eyes widening when he saw the red hot blade descending straight towards him!

'Shit!'

*Boom!

The two combatants crashed into the ground.

"Hmm… Not bad, pup!"

The dust cleared, eventually revealing an unharmed Izuku, he was holding the red hot blade between his hands, his gloves smoking from the heat and his face sweating heavily from exertion, the cyborg was hardly showing any effort.

"Y-you… You killed all of them!" Izuku said with a shaky disposition, was the only thing he could say.

"We did yes… But unfortunately It was not a good use of our time, and beside, it wasn't me who attacked them first." The odd Brazilian accent combined with the Japanese language portrayed a certain casual energy.

"Agh! Get… OFF!" Izuku felt the burn of the blade breach through his gloves, finally he used all his might and pushed the blade and it's owner into the air, instantly leaning backwards into a handspring and flipping onto his soles.

"Huff… huff… huff…"

The cyborg was lazily strutting around with his blade on his shoulder, practically begging someone to attack him.

Izuku spoke up, "What do you want! Why did you kill them all! Even your own man? What the hell is the point?" He felt cold, human life was sacred was it not?

The cyborg hummed questioningly, "Hm? My friend, it's not rocket science, meet aggression with aggression, that is my code. And that psychopath was not fit for this world, I did everyone a favor." His chuckle progressed severely, but Izuku couldn't gain an inch on the man's ideals.

"Y-you didn't have to kill them!" Izuku clicked his tongue, every nerve in his body telling him to run! His spider-sense had yet to shut off.

"Hehe, poor pup, you haven't seen much death have you? The weak often fear death, they fear what it means. To me?" The man used his blade to see his own reflection, he paused for a moment.

"Well, I'm sure it's obvious." It wasn't.

Izuku frowned, "You're just a senseless killer, some Stain wannabe!" Izuku was convinced, so convinced.

The unshaven man merely laughed again, "Is that what you think, pup? Well, I certainly don't blame you, but how about this?" He instantly relocated to a building above with blinding speed, his figure being shadowed by the moon.

'So fast!' Izuku thought, his eyes shooting up and barely able to track his opponent.

"The next time we meet, if we do, I'll be sure to… Educate you on the matter of death, ne?" A rope-line showed up behind him, the cyborg took it and was pulled up.

Izuku stared with abject horror, his body refusing to move for a second or two before he shook himself out of it and jumped onto the building.

"I'm not letting you get away after that!" Izuku shot out two lines of web, that attached to the helicopter as it tried moving away quickly. Izuku slid across the building before being stopped by a roof entrance. His muscles burning in exertion.

The cyborg stumbled a little, his face showing shock for the first time as he realized what happened. The idle chattering of the pilots fell deaf on his ears. "Oh! Oh ho! I love it, pup! You're a strong one! Not even I am so strong!" Izuku using the suction his micro-hairs provided, slowly began to walk back, his strength overpowering the lift of the helicopter.

"Tell me your name!" The cyborg roared, his visage brimming with excitement!

"My name… Is Spider-man! And my job is stopping murderers like you from going free!" Izuku fully realized his goals, the blatant disregard for human life he'd just witnessed, the careless act of killing, Izuku despised it with all his heart.

And he would not allow it anymore, death was unacceptable.

"Wonderful, a bit cheesy but what can you say? I'm Sam! But you can call me…."

"Minuano."

The cyborg sliced the webs, releasing the hold on his transportation. "I pray we meet again!"

Izuku lurched backwards, falling on his behind. "No!" He leapt up and shot out another web, it fell short. The vigilante fell to his knees, defeated and angry. His fist crashed against the ground, cracking it.

His green eyes burned in anger at the retreating helicopter that grew smaller and smaller in the distance, "That bastard…"

He'd let another killer get away, this time he wasn't so sure if he had the power to stop him though, the swordsman, Sam, he wasn't as strong as him but he was much faster, he also had a high tech sword and was incredibly skilled, Izuku felt the threat of death looming over him just by being next to the man.

He was relieved in a way, that he'd left as quickly as he came.


Izuku swung down, Koichi was calling his name and limping towards him. But Izuku did not listen, kneeling down in the pool of blood and praying, his heart burning for each and every life lost.

"I'm sorry…"

"I couldn't help you."

His mind was stuck on the cybernetic killer, reminding him so eerily of Stain but… Less forward, less concrete, someone mysteriously vague.

Koichi retreated into the night, saying how he had to get home, and that Kazuho would be furious with him for getting injured. But Izuku sighed without responding.

Izuku swung home with a storm in his mind, determined to make it right.


Arriving home late at night, it was the 22nd of December and despite being a few days until Christmas and the reveal, he had no positive energy in his body. Getting changed, he went to deposit his bloodied and torn clothing in the washer. But as he exited, he was met with the form of Melissa in pajamas, her body frozen. Much like him, she wore pajamas except she also wore a shirt.

"Izuku?" Melissa rubbed her eyes, she was holding a poptart in her hand.

"Hey." She blushed at his shirtless form.

"What are you doing out so late ? We were worried, y'know, even Ryuga was a little worried because of you." Izuku smiled softly and locked eyes with hers, his pupils dilated, his eyes soft and watery.

"W-why are you looking at me like that?" Melissa was confused, Izuku could only approach slowly.

"Are you oka-'' He kneeled down, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, the blonde woman yelped with a large flush. Izuku pressed his head against her stomach, his tears seeping through her shirt.

Melissa stood there shocked, she'd never seen this side to him before, her own flush was replaced with a look of adoration. Izuku was being completely emotionally vulnerable with her, what had she done to earn such an honor?

Izuku was calmed by her proximity, going from the death and carnage of merely an hour a go to this was emotional whiplash… He realized how fragile human life was, how fragile life was, period… In a small moment dozens of lives were snuffed out, he could not let that happen… He couldn't permit it. And especially… not to her.

"It's okay Izu…" She caressed his hair.

"It's going to be alright."

She didn't know what troubled him, but it was all she could do to soothe it, whatever it was.


The clock next to him said 4:34, but Izuku was undeterred. With only two days away from the Keizer reveal, he had little time to establish himself, but he knew he could do it, he needed to, he couldn't let atrocious action continue, he couldn't let people die anymore...

He held up the full portrait of his sketch, finally completed. A black bodysuit with green and red highlights, skin tight and made of resistant and flexible material. Two large eyes both colored white, and a spider Insignia on the front and back colored white, it was finished.

Spinning around, the sketch morphed into reality. Izuku fully decked out in his new and improved costume was running across the roof of a building, sliding through the snow before side flipping off the building.

Izuku, no- Spider-Man shot out his wrist, swinging across over a road and up into the air before landing on a building, he saw his reflection, his lithe physique modeled perfectly into his costume.

"It's amazing…"

"Amazing! Ahha!" The woes of last night will never be forgotten, but the feeling of power symbolized by this suit… It made him hopeful that he could change this city, and maybe Japan at large.

Police cars swerved around the corner, drawing his attention. Spider-man twisted mid-air to redirect himself, his webs shooting out like it was fired from a gun. The elation of flying through the air with the power to save, with the power to do good, flowed through his very being, his confidence the highest it had ever been. He was… a-amazing

He was.

The amazing Spider-Man.

And it was time to make his mark!


"Little did I know, my first step into this world… Would lead me to tragedy…"