A/N : So, I've been away for a while, and I've also been working on this for a while. I'm kind of nervous about this, so please, if you don't like it, give me some constructive criticism, not flames please. I'm just a teenager who wants to be a writer, and someone told me to do this to let other people w/o a bias for or against me, and so I'm kinda fragile about this.

With that, I'd like to thank those people who've commented on my Harry Potter stories for being very gentle and kind with their words. I'd also like to say here that 'ASBF Sorry!' is never going to be updated again.

Anyway, I'm actually really excited to write this with you all. This is basically if Izuku got the powers of Spiderman, and his biological father is All for One, while his dad is Aizawa. So, without any further ado, let us begin!

[12/1/2021 Edit Note : Hey guys! I know it's been a while, but I've been mulling it over and when I reread this I really, really saw a ton of cringy and unnecessary parts, and so I'm going to try and fix those parts and smooth out some wrinkles narratively.]

Disclaimer : I do not own either Spiderman or My Hero Academia/Boku no hero.

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A man, with slicked back green hair, stood in front of a kneeling child with an even darker green head of hair. The child looked to be about 8 years old, and with his tears sliding down his face slowly, he looked sad and depressed. They were in a dark room, lit only by candlelight. It was very spartan in its decoration, the only object in sight being a small leather armchair behind the man.

"Take a deep breath Izuku." The man's voice was harsh, and yet, neutral in word. He rubbed Izuku's, the child's, back slowly. "You were attacked by your friend; 'Kacchan' you called him, correct?"

Izuku nodded, sniffling loudly.

"What would you say if I said you could destroy him? Not just hurt him, but completely, utterly, kill him." The man had a large grin on his face, and with the candlelight dancing across his face and into his eyes, he looked like a madman in a state of pure pleasure.

"Kill? Like a villain?" Izuku asked, frowning as he contemplated the possibility of him being a villain.

"'Villain' is just a term for individuals not willing to become part of the established social hierarchy, not willing to be crushed underfoot," the man exclaimed, clenching and raising his fist. The pose lasted several seconds, before the man relaxed. "With my quirk, I can give you enough power to defeat All Might, the grand hypocrite himself."

"Your quirk?" Izuku asked, his tears stopping by the virtue of curiosity alone.

"All for One," the man thrust his hand forward, clenching his fist, "allows me to steal quirks from others. They then are either for me to give or take."

"But that's impossible!" Izuku exclaimed, jumping up from his kneeling position. "And it's wrong too! Quirks are a part of people!" Izuku declared forcefully. "All Might will stop this!"

The man growled lowly, his face turning red. As he spoke, his head shook so much, a strand of his perfectly gelled hair fell into his eyes." All Might?! ALL MIGHT!" He roared out angrily. "ALL MIGHT IS A FOOL AND ALREADY DEAD! He just hasn't realized it yet, the idiotic muscle man. An idiotic muscle man who would struggle to find his way out of a paper bag! By the end of the month, I will have ended him, permanently."

In his anger, and pride in that statement, the man never noticed Izuku edging backwards, and until the boy broke out into a run, he had an unhinged, malicious grin plastered over his face.

As Izuku ran into the artificial light of his living room, the sounds of a baby's cry echoing loudly around him, he slammed into the long legs of his thin mother. "What's going on baby? You're waking up Raiko with your shouting."

Before Izuku could say anything, his father called out, "He knows! Inko stop him!" Izuku looked into his mother's eyes, and saw a flash of . . . something in them. Izuku couldn't quite figure out what it was before the long arms of his mother reached out to grab his torso. Ducking under them, he ran through her legs and out the open door his father had entered from only 10 minutes or so ago.

Izuku ran as fast as his tiny toddler legs could take him. He was running to someone powerful, someone familiar. The only person that he thought could protect him.

He was running to Kacchan.

He was almost there in fact, when he ran into a tall, dark figure that turned towards him, looking at him with sunken eyes, before bending down and asked, "Hey, kid. What's wrong?"

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Shouta Aizawa was perfectly enjoying his day off, thank you very much. He was enjoying much success as the Pro Hero : Eraserhead, and recently, the young-ish hero had even been hired as a teacher at the prestigious UA High School, the top school for future Pro Heroes in the country, if not the world. This, unfortunately, had forced the hero, as well as his wife, Juliet, to move into Mustafu Japan, away from her homeland in the USA.

While he was at work, learning the ropes from his old teacher at U.A, his wife had refused to stay at home and she had explored the city exhaustively, and she had forced him out of the house for the day, 8AM to 5PM, forcing him to explore it for himself. Looking at his watch, he sighed. Only 3:25. Rubbing his eyes, he continued his wanderings among the neighborhoods of Mustafu, when, suddenly, he felt something hit the backs of his legs.

Turning, Shouta saw a small child of about 8 with curly green hair and a tear-stained face. He stared for a moment, before he bent down and asked, "Hey, kid. What's wrong?"

The child looked at him sharply, seemingly analyzing his appearance for any threat or malice, before seriously stating, "I NEED to speak to All Might."

Shouta let out a small breath, rolling his eyes. Of course, another child asking for All Might; probably an autograph or something. "Listen kid, All Might is a very busy guy, and you'll have to wait for an autogra-"

"I don't need an autograph!" The kid suddenly burst out, "My dad is trying to kill him! I need to warn him!"

Shouta was taken aback by the kid's outburst, before he looked into the eyes of this child, attempting to perceive the truthfulness of his statement - not that he didn't believe the child, but children are infamous for being naive and foolish - and he saw fear. Pure, unadulterated fear for All Might and his fate, something that simply couldn't be a product of some game or imagination. "Listen, I'm Eraserhead, the pro-hero; I can get your message to All Might, but you'll need to stay . . . somewhere . . . safe." Suddenly, an idea struck him and he instructed the young boy to climb onto his back.

The boy looked up at him with an awed gleam in his eye. "Yeah!" The boy exclaimed breathlessly, eyes wide. Shouta turned and signalled for Izuku to get onto his back, and the boy did so, shambling up onto his shoulders and clutching his scarf. Winding up, Shouta leapt onto a low-hanging roof edge, before sprinting along its side in the general direction of his home. He did so for several miles, getting more details about the child's father as he did, before spotting and approaching the odd color of his home's roof.

Climbing down from the roof and walking up to the door, an out of breath Shouta rang the doorbell. "Shouta!" A woman exclaimed as she opened the door. She was blonde, and very beautiful, although she was covered up by flour and liquid, and she was wearing a large apron, which bulged out slightly due to her slightly pregnant belly, and her hands were held on her hips. "What happened to coming back home at 5? Did your watch break?"

Shouta actually looked somewhat sheepish for a moment as he said, "Juliet, I - uh, well I need to leave this kid with you. I need to go down to All Might's agency now." Shouta let Izuku climb back down. "I know that it's kind of a sudden thing-"

"You kidnapped a kid?!" She yelled out, surprised and shocked at her husband. She visually began to break down as she considered the ramifications of kidnapping a kid - especially as a Pro-Hero.

"W-what?! No! That kid's dad is the person I'm warning All Might about!" Shouta cried.

"Oh." She paused her internal meltdown for a moment, before stating, "Very well. I'll look after the boy. Besides, it'll make for good practice."She smiled, before a small glint appeared in her eyes. "He will eat though, and I'm not making 3 servings of wagashi."

Shouta nodded, grimacing slightly, before turning and running off in the direction of the nearest train station.

End of Prologue

A/N : So, I'd like to say that Izuku currently does not have his powers yet, but once we hit the next chapter he will probably have his quirk. So, what do you think? Be sure to comment on this with your thoughts, questions, and some helpful hints. I'll answer the questions at the top of the chapter next time. Until then, have a good day, week, month and life! Bye!

[Edit 12/1/2021 : Wow, I didn't realize how nostalgic editing this would be. Anyways, I think it turned out much better this way and I also set up a few narrative threads I'd like to fulfil later on. Anyways, I hope you all are doing great and continue to be so. Goodbye!]