He couldn't feel anything. Nothing. He was numb. Everything was pitch black for a moment, only for his vision to be filled with dark clouds in the sky, that were...getting farther away from him?

His senses soon came back, and in mere moments he could feel the wind against his back. The eyes of his Iron Spider mask widened to normal, before squinting as he regained full consciousness.

"What the..." Peter spoke to himself, trying to find his surroundings.

He looked over his shoulder, and immediately his lenses widened fully. "Oh god..." He started, beginning to move around, his body parts flailing around as he grew louder and louder.

"No, no no! NaaAARRRRRHHHHHH-"


"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME YA FUCKIN' NERD?!"

"I-I just said you did good on the Rescue course is all..."

"I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKIN' COMPLIMENTS!"

"R-Right! Right, got it!"

U.A was a prestigious university. A highschool, the top hero school in Japan and possibly the world. It hosted some of the best pro heroes in decade the last decade and even now, with class 1-A: The most popular of the classes to the public based upon the positive reception from the sports festival a few months back.

It was the end of the school day, the red sun was falling from the sky once again behind the main building of the campus, casting a shadow of the school over the students leaving for home.

Two young men, a spiky-haired blonde with the pants of his school uniform sagging some and a smaller broccoli styled green hair with freckles, spoke. Or more so, just the blonde yelling at the top of his lungs at his companion.

Izuku Midoriya, a Freshman alongside class 1-A with possibly the most versatile Quirk in Hero Society: Super-Power, allows him to enhance the power of his muscles to give enhanced speed and strength.

Katsuki Bakugo, a hot headed first year in class 1-A with the power of Explosion: In which his sweat works as a flammable nitroglycerin-like substance that he can blow up at will.

As Bakugo calmed down some, Midoriya gave a sigh, looking away.

"Besides, don't try and butter me up. You stole my moves." the blonde huffed, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets.

The blonde began to walk forward towards the entrance gagate of the school. But he soon stopped in his tracks.

"The hell is that?" Bakugo questioned to no one in particular. Although, it did get the attention of Midoriya.

The broccoli haired young man stepped to the blonde's side on the right, looking up in the same direction as him. They saw something in the distance, something red with a hint of blue.

Midoriya narrowed his eyes in an attempt to get a better look. And as he did he realized something. Whatever it was, it was coming right for them, quick. At that rate it was going to hit them almost head on.

The moment he realized that, there wasn't much time to act. The young hero quickly slid his left leg closer towards Bakugo, turning towards the blonde as the veins in his legs began to light up with power under his clothes.

He lunged forward, wrapping his left arm around Bakugo and leaping yards ahead of them while screaming "Watch out!" as the flying object crash landed past them.

The unknown object, like a stone skipping over water, bounced from the cement ground into the air, before meeting a sudden stop at the stairs of the school.

Midoriya slid to a stop on his feet, his hand on the ground to steady himself. He looked vigilant, ahead at where the object had landed.

All the while he heard a groan, as his classmate sat up from the ground in spoke out in anger. "WHAT THE HELL?! DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN, UNDERSTAND ME?!"

Midoriya was unphased. Standing up a bit hunched over with his fists balled up he looked on at what it was. Slowly he made his way over to the crashsite so close, as people began to crowd around it.

The students around the object stared, mumbling to each other as Izuki attempted to look. He ran into the back of a girl his height, if not shorter. she had brown shoulder length hair, that curved inwards into the back of her head except for two longer clumps on either side of her head, and big warm brown eyes to match.

Ochako Uraraka, arguably the youngest first year in the Hero Course, part of Class 1-A with the Quirk Anti-Gravity: In which anything she touches defies Earth's gravity to the point they begin to float.

The young girl looked over her shoulder up at Midoriya, a look of worry on her otherwise usually positive face.

"What is that, Ochako?" Midoriya questioned, lifting his hand and pointing towards the object before he looked up. He couldn't see eactly who or what it was, a bunch of upperclassmen were lolooking down on it, prodding. But he could infer that it was an actual person.

"He's alive..." One of the upperclassmen stated as he examined the body. "But his whole nervous system's lit up like a Christmas tree."

"Alright, alright. Everyone move." The crowd all turned their attention to a dry firm tone, that belonged to one of the teachers of the school.

Shota Aizawa, the main teacher of class 1-A, and the not-so-well known Pro-Hero Eraserhead, with the disabling Quirk, Eraser: in which he can switch off any Emitter or Transformation Quirk as long as the person is in his sight.

A few of the students surrounding the body moved out the way for the teacher to come through and get a better look.

Though he seemed unphased, the sight was to be buried into his mind.

laying against the steps of the school was a kid, roughly about seventeen or eighteen, in a costume with red and blue as primary colors, and black lines all over designed to represent a spiderweb pattern. Pieces of the suit were ripped and torn, from a gash to the chest to a hole in the left shoulder and small cuts to the fabric of the thighs and left arm, to the torn right arm. In which there was no fabric at all from the elbow down. His right arm looked cooked, instead of a balance pinkish complexion, it looked severely burnt.

Aizawa wasted no time, looking over his shoulder towards all the students. He had that same look, but his voice carried more weight. "Why are you all standing around? Someone get Recovery Girl before this gets any worse."

"Lets get him to the infirmary." An upperclassman suggested, standing over the young unconscious kid

Midoriya slipped his way through the crowd, stepping towards them with a look of worry. "I can help!" He stated, kneeling over him, grabbing his left arm and draping it over his shoulder. After he lifted him up, one of the third years took the right side as carefully as possible before taking them to the school infirmary.

All the while everyone around watched.

As the young hero was carried off, a third year spotted something from the corner of his eye. On the ground was an orb, with a metallic red primary color and black secondary color with golden accents all around. He raised a brow, bending over and grabbing it. The moment he held it in his hand and got a good look at it, his eyes went wide. "Jesus!"

Aizawa turned his head towards the student, keeping his same stoic expression. "What's wrong?" He asked dryly, his eyes shifting to the orb. "What's that?"


Hours passed, the red sun had set and the dark if night had taken over. Most of the students from U.A had gone home for the day, and local enforcement were of course sent in to investigate the incident that took place hours earlier.

In the school infirmary the young boy Peter laid in a medical bed, groaning softly after hours of silence. Peter opened his eyes slowly, his vision blurry from lack of focus. Not even a second later he shot up, sitting himself up on the bed, with a sting of pain courseing through his right arm. He winced, balling his right fist as a response. He also noticed something, he was no longer in his suit. Instead he was in a grey T-shirt and grey sweatpants

"Oh good, you're up." Peter heard, and turned his head to the left to see the stoic and emotionally drained Aizawa staring straight at him. His dead expression caused the young man to sriffen up some, gulping softly.

"U-Uh...Hey..." Peter smiled nervously. He then began to look around the room. It seemed like an ordinary school nurse's office, of course, with two to three beds, a fesk next to the windows with a beautiful view of the school campus, and an array of medical equipment. "Where...Where am I?...I knows it's an infirmary but-"

"U.A. The top Hero School in Japan." Aizawa stated bluntly as he sat by the bed, indifferent. Though, the young hero in training was not.

"Japan?!" He shouted out, looking right back at the teacher, who just raised a brow. "L-Like Asia Japan?!"

"Is something the matter, Mister Parker?" the teacher questioned bluntly once more, which took the young man back for a moment.

"Uh...How-"

"Your transcript." the teacher replied. He reached down to the floor and grabbed a clipboard, looking it over. "You are Peter B. Parker right? seventeen years old, one of the top classes in Stark Academy. Here for the Hero Society Exchange Program."

It was a lot to take in. Peter looked straight ahead, attempting to process everything. He was sure he'd die when he snapped his fingers. But, he was fine. Even his arm was okay. And he felt it be torn asunder from the inside out. Though, when he looked at it now there where scars around it. They could be passed off as weird tattoos but he refused to call them that.

"Yeah, that was pretty nasty too." Aizawa started. "We thought we had to amputate it for a while." From that statement alone the young man jumped, gulping.

"W-What?!"

"It's fine. Better than we thought it'd be anyway. You healed almost entirely." the teacher in black pointed towards Peter's right arm. "It makes sense. I hear spiders can self heal."

Peter nodded softly, sighing as he looked at this renewed arm. He wrapped his hand around around his wrist, moving his right fingers around for feeling, of which he felt it all.

Suddenly the door to the room slid open, much to his surprise. His sixth sense hadn't kicked in one bit. He jumped up in his bed once again and looked to who it was.

In the doorframe stood a young woman, who seemed to be his age or close to it. She was short, but had quite a mature build, bright green eyes with what looked like the crosshairs of a scope as her iris, and a massive smile. She wore a set of goggles on her head, brown baggy cargo pants, a black tank top and a dirtied green jacket.

This was Mei Hatsume. The top student of her class in the Support Course. With her Quirk, labelled Zoom, she can increase her sight up to at up to five kilometers.

"Well hello there, cutie!" She grinned almost devilishly as she put her hands on her hips. "My name is Mei Hatsume!"

Peter just stared, turning greatly flustered as he looked over his shoulder at the pro-hero teacher. Without even asking he got an answer.

"She'll be your host for your time here." Aizawa crossed his arms, looking over the two.

"I wasn't at all sure about it, especially with how last minute it was, but then I got a look at your equipment!" She stated plainly and with excitement, getting up closer, inches from his face, and looking him right in the eye. Peter's cheeks burned a light red as he inched away uncomfortably. "How did you get equipment that advanced?!"

"W-Wait, what?-"

"The suit, the wrist gauntlets! The mask! Who made it?! The manufacturer! Are they hiring?"

"Uh..." It was obvious the young man was flustered beyond belief, from the glowing red cheeks. It didn't stop Mei however.

"Miss Hatsume!" They both heard, the young support hero looking over her shoulder.

A woman, with dark purple spiky hair and a fair delicate complexion leaned herself into view of everyone. she wore glasses, which fit a librarian's look along with her outfit, a grey suit jacket, white dress shirt, a skirt reaching her knees and stockings that covered all of her legs. Her spiky hair put into a ponytail that went to her back while her bangs brushed against her glasses.

Yet another teacher of the school. Nemuri Kayami, the pro-hero known as Midnight. Though, not on any known top hero lists, she was well known for her...pioneering of the female figure of Hero Society. Especially with her Quirk: Somnambulist.

"Miss Hatsume, behave yourself!" She stated firmly, walking through the doorframe towardtowards the students and teacher. She looked directly at Peter, standing over Mei with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry Mister Parker! She can be a little hyperactive at times! I hope you don't mind!"

Silence filled the room as the young transfer student stared at the two women, before looking over his shoulder towards Aizawa. He simply shrugged.

"Okay, uhm..." Peter attempted to speak. Having been sent from a planet out in space, fighting a giant purple hulk and suddenly snapped into a Japan with a buch of heroes running around, he was growing more and more confused. "My...My suit, my stuff, where is it?"

"Your suit needed repairs. Or, needs repairs." Aizawa said bluntly.

"Such sophisticated equipment! I haven't seen anything like it!" Mei grinned, causing Peter to look back at her.

"We have it all packed up for you to take home with Miss Hatsume." Nemuri stated, putting her hands on her hips. "The case is just outside!"

Peter gave a simple nod, sliding himself off the bed onto his feet.

"You shouldn't try any hero work for a few days. You're probably really sore from your...arrival." The Hero Course teacher said. "I'll see you on Monday at Class 1-A. Take the weekend to get yourself together."

"Right..." the young American smiled weakly, giving a thumbs up.

With that Mei left the room, expecting him to follow, of which he did. But not before he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Midnight, leaning against him and resting her chin on his head. Peter stiffened a bit, staying silent.

"I can't wait to get to know you~" She spoke softly, quiet enough for only him to hear. "In my experience, American Exchange students are always the most interesting~"

"O-Okay! I shouldn't keep my host waiting!" Quickly and swiftly he slipped away from Nemuri, making his way out the room where Mei stood next to a briefcase.

"This is yours. Your suit, and equipment!" She stated with a wide grin. Peter walked to her side, grabbing the handle to the case and picking it up. "Now follow me! You and your gear are mine tonight!"

"Uh...Wha-"

"C'mon!" Hatsume grabbed his arm, pulling him off through the halls.

All the while the two teachers watched them from the infirmary doors.

"Alright, what did you say to him?" Aizawa questioned the R-Rated hero, who simply shrugged with a small smile.

"Whatever do you mean, Shota?" she questioned almost obliviously. "I simply told him what I thought. I can't wait to get to know him~"