A/N Hey guys. Getting out another chapter today, but not going to do any review responses for this one either. Going to edit fast then post so I can go cheer on Croatia as they kick France's butt in the World Cup. Anyway, hope you enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Boku no Hero Academia, (even if I forgot to add this in a couple of the last chapters).

Chapter 37:

"You came."

Zach stopped walking through the alley and he lifted his head. A figure was upside-down in front and above him where there was none a second ago. Webb flipped over and the web sticking out of his knuckles dropped him to the floor. "You didn't think I would?" Zach asked, and he smiled at the man in front of him whose lips curled down beneath the bottom his mask.

Zach wore all black. He had a backpack on over his heavy clothes that covered most of his body and head, but he did not look too strange considering it was pretty cold out. It was still a couple more days until January was over, and it had dropped below freezing just after sunset earlier. "I didn't," Webb said. Zach frowned at the honest response, as he would have rather Webb just humphed or said anything else really. Webb continued though, "It was only half because of your reaction last time. I also doubted you would be able to get out of that school so easily."

"It wasn't that easy," Zach muttered in annoyance. "But it's not like I haven't been planning on a way to get out without being noticed since the day I got there." He sighed and then muttered in a lower voice, "There's going to be hell to pay when I get back."

Webb was about to start speaking, but he frowned and Zach saw the curl of the man's lips. "I'm here to help," Zach assured him. He had a black face-mask on covering the bottom of his face, a red beanie over the top of his head, and he wore a thick black hoodie with the hood bunched up behind his neck. The hoodie had 'TOKYO' written across the middle of it, and he had a pair of black sweatpants on too. Zach wore a thicker pair of black gloves over his hands, though his special glove was underneath the right one to prevent from accidentally killing people. Zach lifted his hands up after saying he came to help Webb, and he continued, "But I'm going to be going back there. And if you need my help again after I get back, I know it'll be harder next time, but I'll try to get out again then too."

"What we're doing," Webb began. "Is not within the rules of hero society. You cannot have it both ways."

"That's where you're wrong," Zach said. "You gave me two choices, but you still asked for my help when I picked the second option." Webb frowned deeper at Zach, but the boy continued, "I didn't come here to change my answer. But I figure, if you would bother asking for my help, then it means that I can help. And that means I needed to come here." Zach explained his reasoning, and Webb continued to frown for a few seconds before lifting his head up a bit and flattening his lips.

"You have a plan?" Webb asked.

"Yeah, but I have to do a lot to make it work. They won't believe me, even if I make it really really believable. Anyway though, let me deal with that," Zach said, shaking his head to show Webb did not need to worry about it.

Webb hummed and nodded once. "Fine. Let's move. We're heading to Ugina City, outskirts of Nagoya."

"Nagoya," Zach repeated with a nod. "Works out well for me," he added. A grin spread on Zach's face, and he said, "How are we getting there?"

Webb turned and walked farther down the alleyway, and Zach followed behind him. He looked around the alley and did not see any blood stains anywhere, even though it was the alley where he and Webb first talked. "So, has Hunter-" Zach started, looking back towards Webb as he thought about the battle at the start of the month.

"That's not what we're doing," Webb said. Zach's eyes widened, but he kept walking and just waited for Webb to elaborate. "Hunter hasn't made contact with the League of Villains yet, as far as I am aware. But I did follow up on some leads after dropping a drug gang leader off a roof." Zach wondered if the information he gave to Webb helped out at all during this, but he sweatdropped at the sound of his information gathering. "I caught him with a web when he almost went splat."

"And I'm guessing he spilled everything?" Zach remarked, a cold smirk on his face that had Webb turning his head sideways. Zach saw the frown on Webb's face and he lowered the smirk behind his mask, but he did not apologize for doing it.

Webb faced forward again, then he turned down a connecting alley that Zach followed him over to. "He told me where he got his drugs from, and I recognized one of the names that you told me about before we parted." Zach smiled again, more a genuine happy one this time as the information he had gathered while with the villains had not all been wasted after all. "I tracked Diamondfist to Ugina City. That's where I found his base of operations."

Diamondfist, Zach thought, his mouth dropping back into a deep frown. He thought about the last time he saw the man. Right after VTS. He was in there with Shigaraki and the others. They all stood around watching… Zach's fists clenched harder at his sides. Zach's fists had to unclench though and he could not keep such an angry and serious look on his face. His bottom lip lowered as Webb grabbed a big raggedy cloth off what Zach had thought was trash leaning on the wall. Webb pulled the cloth away right as Zach was starting to recognize the shape under it, and Zach grinned more and more at the sight of the motorcycle beneath it.

"Wait a second," Zach said after a second. "You can drive?"

Webb just frowned at Zach at the question, and Zach held his hands up apologetically. "I guess, not legally I bet," Zach added, and Webb frowned harder at the boy who had to crack a grin. "Imagine that's what you get arrested for though. Blind driving. I think it would be ironic at least." Zach got quieter at the end as Webb just kept frowning at him. "Well, let's get moving," Zach said, trying to change the subject. "And if a cop does pull us over, we can just say I was driving-"

"You're not driving," Webb said, hearing the growing excitement that Zach was trying to mask.

Darn, "Alright," Zach said. "You going to give me details on the way of what we're doing, or just leave me in the dark until we get there?"

Webb frowned at another question from the boy, while he pulled the bike off the wall and rolled it up into the wider alley they had just come out of. "When we get there," Webb said. "And we're not doing anything tonight. Planning comes first."

"Understood," Zach said, his voice more serious and his expression focusing. Webb told him to go grab them the helmets laying near the discarded cloth behind where the bike had been leaning, and Zach did as he was told. He walked over and handed one to Webb, then they each put them on and got on the motorcycle. Zach felt a little weird about it, and cautious too as he moved his right hand forward around Webb's side to a center area of the black and red motorcycle. He wanted to be not in an awkward position while also making sure he was not going to fall off, and he had to get in that position fast as Webb revved up the bike and started moving.

They sped out of the alleyway, Zach holding on as best he could. He started smiling after a second of the wind rushing against him, even if his face was protected by the dark visor. Webb had taken off his usual helmet and put it in a box on the back of their ride so he could put the motorcycle one on, but he had switched them while Zach was putting his own on, and the boy grimaced behind his visor as he thought about how he missed getting a look at Webb's eyes. Or lack of them, he wondered to himself. They sped down the streets of Musutafu, and Zach glanced to his right towards the side of the city that U.A. High School was in. Really hope this doesn't become a huge deal.

On Friday morning, Momo Yaoyorozu woke up to the sound of her alarm and stretched her arms up above her head. She got off of her huge bed that almost filled up the width of the dorm room that was tiny in comparison to her room at her mansion. She grabbed her toiletries and walked out of her room to go use the bathroom and freshen up for the day. Yaoyorozu brushed her teeth, fixed up her hair, and put on some makeup before heading back towards her dorm room.

She went back in and checked over all her notes and homework. Then she got into her school uniform and stood in front of her mirror to ensure she was presentable. Yaoyorozu grabbed her backpack, checked the mirror one more time, then she stepped out of her room with a smile on her face and an aura of confidence around her. She turned to the left to walk down the hall back towards the stairs, but she stopped before heading that direction. She turned straight ahead again, looking down the connecting hallway just outside of her door that led to a room which had been empty the first four and a half months she lived there. Yaoyorozu smiled thinking about how that room was no longer empty, then she started to turn away again.

She froze though. Before she could look away from the door, she saw something that made her frown and start walking forward. She stopped herself, shaking her head for thinking about going to the boys' side of the dorm this early. She had woken up earlier than most people would have, and she still planned on eating breakfast, and getting to class early. Yaoyorozu knew there was a chance he would open his door while she was walking towards it, and she would have no explanation. After her hesitation she kept walking though. What is that?

Yaoyorozu walked down the hall, and she started speeding up as she had a bad feeling in her big chest. She ran the last few yards up to Zach's door, and then she stopped and stared at the white slip of paper attached to the door at her eye level. It was a small slip of white paper, with pen written over it in big letters.

Down the hallway two doors, Shoto Todoroki stepped out of his bedroom. He turned his head left as he saw someone else in the hallway, and he stared at the girl looking at Zach's door with a nervous and scared expression on her face. "Is something wrong Yaoyorozu?" He questioned. Her head spun his way with wide eyes, as she did not even notice him come out of his room. Then Yaoyorozu gulped and looked back forward, and Todoroki jogged towards her as she had a very strange look in her eyes. "What is…" Todoroki saw something attached to Zach's door, and he frowned and cut himself off.

Todoroki stopped next to Yaoyorozu and he read the note on the door aloud, "'Going on vacation. Be back in a few days.'" Todoroki read it again, his eyes darting back to the left and then rereading the small note that sounded so ridiculous to him. He reached down and grabbed Zach's doorknob, and he pushed the door in. Yaoyorozu stepped in with him, and Todoroki flipped the light switch on. The boy with half white hair and half red, and a burn scar on the left side of his face partially hidden by his red bangs, stared at the empty bed that was made nicely. He looked towards the desk next, and he stared at the phone resting on top of it right next to all of Zach's books that were not in his missing backpack.

Yaoyorozu lifted her hands up in front of her chest. "Oh no," she whispered, shaking her head.

"He did say, 'a few days,'" Todoroki said. Yaoyorozu spun to him in surprise, and he continued, "That's a plus."

"What if it wasn't him who wrote it?" Yaoyorozu asked.

Todoroki's eyes widened for a second, both because of the worry on Yaoyorozu's face and also the realization that that was a possibility. He shook his head though and said, "Why would they leave a note? Why would they mention a few days at all?" Yaoyorozu's eyes widened at that, and then she let out a breath of relief. She stared back towards Zach's bed though with a nervous expression still spread over her face. Todoroki continued while he looked towards that empty bed too, "But this is still bad. I'll go see if the teachers know yet."

Todoroki took out his phone and snapped a picture of the note on the door. Then he left Zach's room and started jogging down the hall towards the stairs. What is he thinking? "Vacation?" In the middle of a Thursday night, you just decided that? Yaoyorozu thought you may have been captured, but it would be more likely for people to think you were just going to find the villains yourself. Whether to fight them, or to give them information… Todoroki frowned at the thought, then he frowned at himself for frowning at it. Zach. Are you really our friend?

Yaoyorozu stared down at her hands she was holding together in front of herself so tightly. Was it because I didn't talk to him more? Is he unhappy here? Why would he leave without telling anyone? Did anyone know this was coming? I should inform the rest of the class. One of them may have information that can assure me he is safe. I do not understand why he would leave on his own. He was so afraid of the villains capturing him. "Going on vacation," just does not seem realistic to me. That is why I assumed the worst. But if he really did leave on his own as Todoroki-san says… Where did you go?

Kaminari woke up late, and he was in the middle of brushing his teeth when he got a text that made him spit water and toothpaste all over the bathroom mirror.

Mineta lifted another spoonful of cereal to his mouth while looking down at his phone, then he dropped his jaw and pulled his phone right up to his face. "Wh-Wh-What?!"

Shoji sat at the next table down, and he stood up from his seat while staring at his phone with wide eyes. Would the school have sanctioned this? A several day trip- where he would miss a day of class! There is no way he told the teachers.

Upstairs a floor, Izuku Midoriya sat back on his bed and put his phone down next to him. He was already in his school uniform, ready to go eat breakfast and head to class, but that message had him bowing his head and staring at his All Might rug on the floor. Was it because of what we said to him? I thought- he said he was… Midoriya started shaking his head. He was afraid to be in his dorm room…

Is that it? Kirishima thought, running a hand up through his spiky red hair while staring down at his phone in shock. I could tell he was scared, but I didn't think it was this bad. Unless I'm misreading what that note means. Zach does stuff like that when he means something else. Kirishima clenched his left hand hard, careful not to clench both fists and break his phone. He thought about what happened yesterday, but then he shook his head, angry at himself for getting angry at Zach over that now. Where are you going?

Zach-kun, Iida thought, as he lifted his phone to the side of his head with it ringing for the U.A. main office. I should have told you what I held back. Doing things like this. Coming and going as you please, for whatever reasons, they are not allowed! For, whatever reasons.

No way, Jirou thought, stopping on the staircase down as she read her text message. Oh I'm such an idiot! Why didn't I say anything? He was practically shaking in fear, and we all just left him alone in his room. A room he didn't even feel safe in, since he was using whatever that form the others saw was. I wish I saw it. I wish, I said something. Don't run, Zach. You're not the only one afraid for you, you know.

"How did this happen?" Aizawa asked, glaring around the office he was in. There were other pro heroes around him, a few regular faculty members who worked overnight shifts and had nervous looks on their faces, and the principal who was frowning like the rest of them.

"We," the main office's head secretary started. All the teachers looked her way, and she gulped before continuing in as sturdy a voice she could. "We checked over the footage."

"And how did Zach Sazaki sneak out of campus?" Vlad King questioned, his arms crossed over his chest.

It was morning before class started, but they had all been called as it could be an emergency situation. The older woman looked towards Vlad King and said to the pro hero, "He, didn't." She got a more nervous look on her face, and then she continued, "Sazaki, walked right out the front gate."

Most of the teachers stared at this woman as if asking if she was messing with them. All Might's eyes widened and he questioned in a confused voice, "How is that possible?"

"So, everyone here understands how the students' I.D.'s work," the secretary started. She hesitated, then she continued, "Well since we have instituted this dorm system to have students check in and out of school, we have run into problems when students forget their I.D.'s in their rooms. As someone without an I.D. cannot even get onto campus, a teacher has to be called to the entrance, their identity has to be thoroughly checked and their I.D. located…" the woman paused and she got a more nervous look on her face as the heroes wanted her to get to the point. "That means, students have accidentally left their I.D.'s behind before, and walked off of campus fine. It is getting back on that is a problem. And if he did not check out, and the system has his I.D. as still being on the premises, then…" she trailed off as the heroes all understood how it would be that no one noticed him leaving.

The woman paused at the teachers' realizations, then she continued, "We also know, that Zach Sazaki knew this. Since last week," she turned towards Snipe sensei who was the teacher called for it, and Snipe's eyes opened wide behind his mask. "He left without his I.D. and had to go through this process. It's very possible, in my opinion, that he was trying to figure out a way to sneak out back then."

"And he found it," Nezu said. The others all looked towards the principal who stood there with his hands behind his back and a thoughtful look on his face. "Well then, we must reprimand him for missing today's classes when he returns."

Aizawa glared at the principal who looked his way at the sight of that dark look. "You make this out like it's not a big deal," Aizawa said.

"It is a very big deal," Nezu countered, assuring his teacher that he was implying no such thing with his words. "And we will have to question him over his whereabouts upon his return as well. However, his note said that he would return within a 'few days.' We should allow him to do so." Nezu did not smile as he spoke, and he continued in a lower but still high-pitched tone to Aizawa, "His message tells me that he will in fact return, to the best of his abilities."

"And if he doesn't?" Midnight asked. "If the villains get him?"

"Or if he's gone back to them-" Aizawa continued.

"He wouldn't," All Might began, turning to his colleague who frowned as he looked back.

Aizawa opened his mouth to say something back, but Principal Nezu spoke first, "Zach Sazaki needed a vacation. We should take him at his word. He will receive punishment for skipping school when he returns, but we are not to make this into a big deal." The others around the office with Nezu all started staring at him with wider eyes. "If the villains were to find out that Sazaki is no longer on our premises, he will be in more danger. I ask that all of you keep quiet about this, and Aizawa, I trust you will relay this message to your students as well."

Shota Aizawa grimaced for a second but then nodded his head. He was suspicious, but not enough that he would risk his student's safety over it. If Sazaki's really just being a brat right now, going off on a "vacation" without telling anyone… I'll wish I had permission to expel him, but I'll make sure he knows not to do it again… Then again, what are the chances he's really just taking a few days off? Sazaki. Aizawa saw the look on the boy's face when they did the training at Ground Gamma at the start of the week. I've never seen someone progress that far from the start of the year. Last place to first. It's like Midoriya, except Sazaki wasn't using his Quirk. He was using, he- Aizawa saw that look again. He saw when Zach turned back to the camera, with a look like he was imagining the worst monster imaginable right behind him with its claws at the back of his neck. Maybe All Might has a point. Whatever he saw with those villains, would he really go back there? I doubt he'll even get close to them.

Zach stared straight ahead at a building with two men standing out front of it. They were smoking together, and one of them blew the smoke from his cigarette onto his palms that he rubbed in front of him in the cold air. He was not wearing gloves like his partner outside the warehouse, and Zach said in a low voice, "Jackson. Don't know his first name, or last if that is his first. He goes by Morph, and he can morph his hands into different shapes. Everyone calls him 'Jackson' even though he's annoyed by it and tells them to call him by his Quirk's name, but people laugh that he couldn't be more creative…" Zach trailed off, and he closed his eyes tightly behind his mask.

"And the other one?" Webb asked, his voice filling Zach's helmet.

Zach shifted his gaze to the other figure. "I don't- with that hat on, it's hard to tell," Zach started. Webb moved a little closer, and Zach said, "Okay. I think- no I'm pretty sure that's The German. I see some blond hair pressed down by the hat, and I think I saw him with Jackson when I was at- oh! Hold on a second." Webb moved back and Zach lost sight of the men ahead of him.

Zach leaned back in the chair he was sitting on in a small dark room a block away. Ugina City was dark outside his window, and it was the middle of Friday night. It was technically already Saturday morning, but 1:30 a.m. Zach considered was still nighttime. He closed his eyes from beneath the visor over his head, an almost identical helmet to the one Webb was wearing a block away. "If this is the place I'm thinking of- man, okay I never knew it was in Nagoya. But I can think of the layout of this building a little. I'm imagining it," Zach whispered.

"You won't have to imagine in a second. When you see it through my visor, I'll give you control. Tell me which way to go, etcetera."

Zach's breathing sped up a bit. He kept himself from panting though, and he just said, "Alright. I won't let you down. In this place, I don't remember seeing Diamondfist more times than I ever saw him anywhere else, but I did see him once at the same time as those two. Morph, The German, a few others, and Diamondfist. They were doing something down in the basement, but I never went down there. They just came up from there before we…" Zach trailed off, and he frowned as he narrowed his eyes from behind his mask. Some things, even Webb doesn't need to know about. "I went to that base other times, but one time I had time to just wander, as long as I didn't leave. So I tried the door to the basement, and it was locked. That's the place to go."

Webb moved back to the spot where he could see the doors, and he was not very far away. The two villains outside were talking to each other, and Zach switched his tone fast. "The German, I don't remember if I told you about him. If that's him, can move metal with his mind. Take him out quicker. He could probably start crushing your head with the helmet on it. He has a short range with it though, or else it would be a lot more deadly. Still, be caref- be wary," Zach did not want to tell Webb to be 'careful' like he was worried about the man. This was a work relationship, they both wanted the villains destroyed, and the best way to do that was if Webb was wary of The German's Quirk and did not get too close.

"I'm going in at the first opportunity," Webb said, his voice a whisper. Zach leaned forward in his chair. He was sitting behind a desk in a small motel room, put under a fake name by Webb early on Friday morning when they arrived in Nagoya, before the suns had even come up. They had done some scouting earlier, they had spent a lot of time planning, and Zach was still a bit upset over his role in this. He was not complaining though. He had not even complained back when Webb told him he would not be coming in. Less of a chance of him being captured. Less chance the villains know he's involved, or of Zach's involvement ever being discovered which would be bad for the boy who was planning on returning to his school if all went well.

"Understood," Zach said. He put his hands down on his knees, and he started deep breathing as if what he was seeing in front of him was actually in front of him at the moment. The helmet blocked out most sounds in his own room, even though it was quiet in there, so he could hear what Webb was hearing too. Though he wondered if Webb could actually hear a lot more than him which was why the supposedly blind man was still so capable. Zach darted his gaze around the exterior of the warehouse, up at some windows high up on it, then across at the far sides. That's about as big as that building was on the inside, and we saw how far back it went earlier. With Morph and The German both there, it does seem like it's that place. Webb, you better not get killed in there. I have no idea, what I'd do if you did. Probably run in there.

Zach's breathing sped up a bit, then his eyes widened and he focused as he was suddenly sprinting forward. He calmed himself as it was only Webb's movements, but he felt his legs try to run forward and he was holding them back. It was like he was in virtual reality, except he had never done that before and this was a lot more real to him. Zach did not say a word as Webb fought, using webs to cover Morph's mouth while he slammed The German in the back of the head so hard Zach hoped the man was only knocked-out.

Morph transformed his arms into blades. Zach actually pulled his body to the right, and he wobbled around on the chair as Webb ducked down instead and disoriented him with the difference in how he was moving and his vision was reacting. Webb closed the gap between them as Morph was swinging his other arm in. Webb pointed his right hand out at the arm swinging in towards him, firing a web of white into that arm so fast that it pushed it back the other way. As Morph's eyes were turning to follow where his arm was swinging back to, trying to morph his arm into something that would rip through that web, Webb's left knee lifted into Morph's gut.

The chubby man tried to let out a scream or a gasp, some kind of noise from what Zach could hear. He could not do it with the web over his mouth though. Morph hunched over, then he started bringing his left arm at Webb after he made it look like he was down for the count. Both of Webb's hands clapped in on the sides of Morph's temples, and Zach could see the guy's irises start rolling around in his eyes as he lost focus completely. Webb clasped his hands that he clapped on Morph's head though, and then he slammed Morph's face down into his right knee this time, and blood splashed up in the air from the brutal collision.

"They might have cameras. Move fast," Zach said. He ignored the brutality, as he hated both of those men anyway. Webb opened up the warehouse doors and he sprinted inside. "Ten o'clock-" Zach started, and Webb was already lifting his left hand out in front of him. A line of webs shot out and expanded right at the man walking out from behind a corner of tall wooden crates lined up down the warehouse. Zach did not recognize the guy, but a second later he would have been unrecognizable anyway as Webb ripped the web towards himself and then shoved an elbow out and caught the villain in the face before the man could even give a reason for why he was there, or shout for help, or scream.

"Where's this basement?"

"Um, go between those rows of crates. Wait, don't you want to hide his-"

"You said to move fast. So there's no time," Webb said, while he ran between two rows of tall wooden crates. He left the unconscious man with a bloodying face lying back behind him out in the open on the floor. The warehouse was pretty dark, as it did not want to draw any attention to itself. Still, there were light stands around the room and Webb was out in the open right now.

Not long 'til this gets out of hand, Zach thought. "Go left up there, then you'll see a hallway on the platform up a bit. Going up is the only way to reach the stairwell to the basement. That door's the locked one, but I saw through it when the door opened and I know there are stairs right behind it. This is definitely the same building."

Webb shot two webs up over the top of the balcony area at the end of the rows of crates, and he flung himself up before sticking to the wall over the top of the hallway. He did not move for a few seconds and Zach got confused, then Webb dropped down and lowered his arms past the front of his face. Zach still did not know what he was doing, until he heard a grunt and half-scream from below him. Webb lowered his head a bit and Zach saw two villains beneath Webb's body, slammed into the floor by the backs of their heads. I never saw them on his visor. Which means he didn't see them either- because he's blind! Time to stop doubting it. He just heard, or smelled, or sensed them somehow. Webb lifted up and sprinted down the hallway those two men had just come out of. He pointed his hands behind him at his sides as he ran, and he fired thick webs at them to stick them to the ground and prevent either from escaping.

"They knew I was here," Webb said. He did not care about leaving his webs out now, because stealth was gone completely from the way both of those villains below him ran out of the hall looking ready to fight.

"Cameras?" Zach muttered. I never saw any in the bases. I figured they knew if heroes busted in they'd get the video data and learn about their operations. But I also thought they would be watching me at all times.

"Which door?"

"That one!" Zach said quickly as Webb was about to run by it.

An arm stuck out in front of Zach's vision, and it slid across the wall on Webb's right before hitting the crack where the door started. It was a simple movement, and he grabbed the doorknob right away after touching the door. Zach thought it was going to be locked, but Webb threw it right open and then started sprinting down the steps. "They must not have wanted me to see it," Zach said while Webb ran down the steps. "So hopefully it's-"

Webb hit the bottom of the steps, then he stopped before reaching for the doorknob of the door at the bottom. He shot webs over the top of the door and leapt up, pulling himself forward and sticking his legs out. The door blew off its hinges as Webb's feet connected, and Zach's eyes widened at the power the man must have had in those kicks to send the door flying so far into the next room. Webb spun to his right while the door flew out in front of him. "AH!" a voice screamed on the other side of where the door slammed into someone and ricocheted away into a huge stack of metal crates.

The man still swinging into the room after the door ignored the voice of the man hit by the door though. There was a man on the side of the doorway with a fist swinging forward, no hesitation as Webb knocked down the door. Diamondfist's plan changed immediately when Webb did not open the door, and Webb rose his hands and fired webs at Diamondfist's face and his swinging right fist. The web hit him in the fist and slowed it a bit, but the muscular man whose fist was shiny a blue slammed into Webb's side anyway.

Webb flew off course and hit the ground hard before rolling backwards and flipping to one knee and a foot. Zach leaned forward on his chair, and he shouted, "Marx on your right. Long-range," the boy had sweat all over his face as he noticed the person who was on the other side of the doorway when Webb kicked it down. "There are two others in there who dodged the door. Diamondfist is ripping the web off!"

"Who are you?!"

"What is this guy?!"

He's, amazing. Zach's shouts came out less frequently, as Webb dodged Marx's attacks without turning his head. He dodged them right after running past one of the two men who had dove away from the door, and that man got hit twice in the arm and stomach. He flew back into a table covered in mounds of white powder and plastic bags, and the table fell over and into a stack of thick plastic bags already lined up on the other side.

White powder puffed up in the air, then two of the lights in the room shattered from ricochet. A villain not far from the one who just got shot yelled, "Marx! Watch your- AHH!"

"Screwdriver?!"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!"

"Someone get Kurogiri to get us out!"

"It's one man! And not even a hero. We can't let the operation-" Diamondfist was spinning around in the darkness, and he saw something fly in front of his vision that made him snap his right fist up. He punched so hard that his fist broke through the plastic bag full of white powder. He smirked though and slammed his left fist out to his side, his entire arm covering in a hard light blue coating just like his right arm was. And he slammed it straight into a second fake that exploded more white powder everywhere. And then right between the clouds of white powder, a man with his mouth closed being careful not to breath it in came flying.

Webb moved right between Diamondfist's hardened arms. Both he and Zach thought about what Zach had told him before. "I've never seen Diamondfist get hurt when he has his diamond coating over his skin, but he can't always protect himself. He can't attack and defend at the same time well. If he hardens too much…" Webb slammed a flying knee straight into Diamondfist's face that he tried to harden in the instant before Webb got there. It got a little harder, but nowhere near hard enough to protect from a knee as forceful as one of the kicks that slammed the doors down before. As Diamondfist lifted off his feet and started flying back too, Webb snapped his left hand forward with his middle and index fingers curled in. Webb swung his left arm after catching Diamondfist with his web, and he swung him back right into the path of projectiles flying towards him. He intercepted three of them, while the fourth kept flying at his side.

Webb winced and Zach heard a grunt, but he did not see why Webb threw Diamondfist the other way in the first place. The helmet over Webb's head had night-vision, and Zach looked through a green tint in confusion, then surprise, then he smirked wide as he heard Marx's scream. The last of the lights in the room were broken and Zach realized that Webb had been going for that since he entered. In the green-tinted basement Zach saw Diamondfist and Marx roll backwards into a wall, while Webb lowered his right hand to his side and rubbed the wound. "I've been grazed." Zach's eyes widened while Webb faced down for a second so Zach could see it through the visor. "It's not too bad, but I can't leave blood behind here."

Too many creepy powers in the League of Villains, Zach agreed. He frowned though, and he said, "Except you can. This place won't be League of Villains if you succeed. Call the cops."

"We won't get any information if-"

"They'll win if you just run now. They'll escape and abandon this place but not before taking everything with them. Incapacitate the rest and let's call the cops."

Webb frowned as Zach told him what to do. Then he rose his arms and fired two webs around a stack of crates at a man who just ran out with fire over his palms. One web wrapped around the top of the guy's face including his nose and eyes, while the other just slammed him in the chest hard enough to knock the wind out of him. It lifted him off the floor and into a metal crate behind him that was open, and the crate fell over and weapons fell out. The sound of those clinking assault rifles, and the smell of drugs, and the sound of moaning villains around him. "It's not a total loss," Webb said.

He reached down to his right side again and grabbed his bloody wound. I may leave drops behind, but the powder everywhere will dry it up fast. DNA testing would come up a match, but there'll be enough blood in this room that they won't do it. Webb started walking back forward, letting go of his wound and turning his head the directions of different villains rising back to their feet. The man who the door slammed into had crawled across the floor, and he coughed up some blood before grabbing an assault rifle lying next to a turned-over crate.

Webb attached webs to that gun as it was pointed at him, and he yanked it out of the villain's hand and swung it around the room towards a woman who just jumped over a thick stack of piled drugs. These were in a plastic crate and were inside of test tubes, a liquid substance with hundreds of vials in each crate. The weapon Webb slung her way hit her in the side of her head while she could not see a thing. It slammed her so hard that Zach winced, but he calmed himself as the woman spun around in the air and gasped out blood. Webb attached another web to a crate up ahead of him, and Zach heard a grunt as he brought his other arm forward and connected webs with it too. He spun both arms to the side with the crate, and he threw it over to a corner of the room.

Diamondfist had gotten back on his feet, a broken nose with blood coming out of it and a large gash on his chest and forehead. He roared though as he punched forward at the shape flying towards him in the darkness. He smashed through the crate while yelling, and his fist also shattered some vials inside it. Liquid splashed into Diamondfist's open mouth. It got on his skin, and he started laughing as he sprinted forward. "Haha HAHAHA!" Webb was running back towards him too, but he slowed down as Diamondfist dropped to his knees and started laughing madly with his hands on the sides of his head, his Quirk failing him.

"You're trying to sell this to junkies," Webb muttered, taking a step towards the hysterical man who had just accidentally taken a lot of drugs. Webb spun a kick into the side of the man's head, crushing his fingers into it and breaking them, while also cutting off Diamondfist's mad laughter at the same time. Webb turned his head around the room again, and Zach just sat in silence staring at all the carnage in the basement.

Some sparks came from the broken lights on the ceiling. There were wet red spots on some parts of the floor, but most of it was covered in a thin layer of white powder. Zach looked around the long basement that stretched most of the length of the warehouse, and without anyone attacking Webb, he was finally able to take in what he was seeing. "Guns, drugs… hopefully there are costumes around too. And villains. You really, got them all."

"Call the police to my location," Webb said.

Zach nodded, smiling but not letting that smile come through his tone as he replied, "Alright. Get out of there."

"Good work," Webb said.

Zach took the helmet off, and he put it down at the table in front of him. He leaned the chair back he was sitting on while pulling out a disposable phone he had bought earlier that day. Zach put the phone to his head and reported that he heard gunfire and gave the address. He said it sounded like villains were fighting each other, which in fact it technically was. Hunter couldn't stay arrested, because it seemed like a vigilante had delivered him. It was an illegal act of carrying out justice. But, if Webb's just another villain who came and attacked, and a nearby civilian reported the activity. Zach frowned, and he realized a flaw in his thinking. He reached forward and grabbed the helmet, putting it back on fast, "Hey Webb. Good you're still in there."

"What is it?" Webb asked, as he was making the place look like it had been raided, and then evacuated quickly while leaving everything behind. He removed his webs from a lot while making sure the villains he took down were unconscious, and he had one of the villain's ripped-off shirts shoved under his costume against his side to prevent blood from dripping anywhere. He was moving fast too, and he spoke quickly as the boy's tone sounded important.

"Fire off a few shots. If there's no gunpowder residue, or bullet casings or something- I told the cops I heard gunfire-"

"Understood," Webb said, not going to argue or say that the kid should have come up with a better reason. He just sprinted towards a crate of guns, kicked it over after breaking the latches on top, and he threw a couple of them around the room. He picked one up and fired a few rounds at nearby walls, then he tossed it away as well. "I'm moving out. Back in ten."

Zach nodded and leaned back in the chair again. He left the helmet on but just watched quietly as Webb escaped the warehouse. He kicked The German in the face on his way out the front door, and Zach wondered if the man on the floor had been moving. Webb reached down too and he ripped the webs off of Morph's face and arm. He had left some behind in the building, but he did not want to leave behind signs that it was a single man who did all that damage. Even if the villains' stories matched up though, with all the contraband they were going to be found with, along with all their previous records and hopefully warrants currently out for their arrests, no lawyer was getting them out of this.

Webb escaped out into the night, shooting a web up to the top of a building and pulling himself towards it with a big jump. He only made it halfway up the building though, and Zach watched silently as Webb crawled up the side of the building on his hands and feet, at a ninety degree angle. Have his webs gotten weaker after using so many? Can he not jump as far? Or does it not have to do with his Quirk, and it's… Zach frowned and he took the helmet off of his head. What am I thinking about? He thought while walking over to their things, and pulling out a medical kit that Webb had with him, just like he had when he saved Zach's life at the start of that month.

Zach opened up the med kit and put it on one of the twin beds in the room. He took out some gauze, medical tape, and anti-infection liquid, and he got them ready for when Webb came back. Then he remembered something and walked over to the window, opening it up and shivering at the cold air that rushed in. He headed over to his backpack and pulled out his black sweatshirt, threw the hoodie on and then crossed his arms while looking back towards the open window. Can't just come in through the front looking like that. Wonder how he doesn't get cold in that tight suit though. Guess I should look up stuff on spiders, if that really is his Quirk. Seems like it. I don't need to look it up though, he reminded himself with a shake of his head. Webb just wrecked Diamondfist and those guys. That was brutal. I don't know if he has anything against them, or all villains, but I really don't think he's a double agent. It's okay to trust some people. Like your partner…

A/N Thanks for reading! As I said, gonna go watch the World Cup now. Hope you enjoyed though!