What was once a growing and passionate fire of rage and frustration had almost ceased in one swift motion -snuffed out by the blinding speeds of his opponent, and the utter force that demolished his arm. His eyes went wide and the agony set in, causing him to grit his teeth even further from the excruciating pain in his limb.

He could barely register the blur of red and green speed that Midoriya's faker exuded, inching back with a spin akin to a high-speed ballerina and thrusting his leg backwards into the blonde's chest, sending him flying back with enough force to fracture his ribs. The inertia was enough to send him through what Bakugo felt was a brick wall, before tumbling back onto the ground face first.

"Hm...Man, this is just sad..." The red-lit successor remarked as he stepped towards the fallen blonde, tilting his head until his neck audibly cracked. "I have over a decade of rich, concentrated hatred for you. So much that I can't feel any other enjoyment beyond kicking your teeth in...But twenty-five percent's just unfulfilling now."

Hearing that Bakugo groaned, wincing are the motion of trying to move just to get on all fours. His teeth ground together and he looked up to the green haired young man coming his way.

"Not that it matters." The Faker continued with a snicker. "You wouldn't even beat me at eight percent!" He all but cackled, while Bakugo balled the only hand he could feel into a tight fist. "To be honest, I'm jealous of you. No one looks up to the second best!"

"Why you!..." The blonde spat blood while pushing himself onto his feet, lifting his one good arm to his chest in a defensive stance, wincing with each movement.

"You fake bastard!...If you were the best like you thought, you wouldn't be hiding behind that nerd's face! You wouldn't be trying to play these mind games!"

"Jeez, you keep talking like I'm not right in front of you..." The green haired young man groaned lowly. His friend was stubborn, yes. Clearly to his own detriment.

"Oh well." The Fake sneered while slamming his foot forward, ready to launch forward for his next assault, his signature sadistic grin lining his face. "I'll squeeze some more enjoyment out of beating you to a pulp!"


"Kacchan!" Midoriya called out at the top of his lungs, swinging his arm and landing his fist against the concrete wall before him. He had been at it for what felt like hours, pounding against the wall with all his allowed might, with no progress. Not a dent.

"C'mon!" He spat out with gritted teeth. He had worked his way up, from the glass cannon liability to where he was now with the power he was bestowed. And yet he couldn't even tear down the barrier in front of him! "This can't be it!...I can't leave him behind!"

Reeling his arm back once more the young man clenched his fist with gritted teeth. The sparks and streaks of electricity around him spat out in a furious flurry of power. It was a reckless strategy, but in this split moment of thought, it was the most certain way to get to Bakugo, even at the sacrifice of his arm.

"One For All...100%"

"Detroit SMA-"

Just as he swung his arm forward the young man saw the cement wall in front of him give way, a hand covered in a near pitch black substance breaking through, reaching out and grabbing him by the face.

His lit green eyes grew wide staring beyond the wall, to a pair of narrowing milk bug eyes; eyes resembling those on Peter's mask.

"You're not All Might..." The figure spat with his deep split tone of voice.

But before Deku could even question those words the figure pulled him into and through the wall, before sending him flying into another wall with a loud thud, and falling into a pile of trash bags below.

He let out a low groan while attempting to push himself back onto his feet, feeling his spine recoil and burn some from the impact of his back into the brick wall he laid against.

But there was no time to lay about in pain. He had to get to Bakugo, and then the key that'd be their victory. Midoriya lifted his head, wincing in audible pain. And that was when his eyes widened in shock.

He wasn't in the testing grounds anymore. At least, it didn't look like it. He was in an alleyway, with aggressively unfamiliar views of a city on either side. An illusion?

It was one of the possible Quirk Types he had deduced this far. But, then it was a powerful ability, he could feel the wall he was trying to punch through, and the trash bags enveloping him. Either whoever he was up against was using smoke and mirrors, or they created this place out of completely thin air...

What was more surprising, the hole that would be in front of him was gone. As if nothing had happened.

Cleary the man behind this was playing with him. But what was the young hero-in-training to do? This was no longer neutral court. Midoriya was in Beck's world now, and he was at a significant disadvantage. Not just in terms of the environment.

"Okay...Can't let my guard down now, have to find Kaccha-"

"Don't see much of a point in that!" He heard an unfamiliar voice, low and cynical, composed.

With his head on a swivel he looked to the source, above him and sticking to the wall, in matte black body suit of flexible metal, with bright red arches along the shoulders down the upper body. Between it was a matching red web pattern with a spider-insignia giving off a dim red glow, much like his all-to-familiar mask lenses. But he could tell something was off, with an orange hue of cackling electricity enveloping his arms.

"P-Parker?!" Deku exclaimed in confusion, jumping onto his foot. Even so, it had to be an illusion!

But before he could question any further the orange it figure shot forward, almost faster than Midoriya could register. At the drop of a dime he his veins lit up and green energy sparked around him, allowing him to leap back just out the spider's reach as he slammed his fist into the ground, breaking concrete.

"Dios mio, you're quick, huh?" The black and red arachnid's eyes narrowed as he looked to the young man landing on all fours at a rolling stop out or the alley and into the street. "Unfortunately...not quick enough. Not as fast as All Might."

Quickly Izuku jumped onto his feet, facing his new enemy and getting into a fighting stance, as weak and disadvantageous as it was.

"For example: Can One For All at five percent outrun a hurling SUV?"

To that the green haired young man raised a brow in confusion. How did he know about his power? Did All Might tell this illusionist about it? No, that couldn't be the case! And...What did he mean by outrunning an SUV?

Then from beside him he heard a blaring horn, and his eyes widened as he attempted to turn to face the oncoming force, before a flying bus was sent slamming into him and sent him through the air with it.

The black and red arachnid shot a webline out above to one of the buildings in front of him, pulling himself upwards and to that wall to stick on his hands and feet, then turned his sights to the source of the crash.

A fellow spider in white and black spandex, yellow eyes narrowing and bright blue electricity enveloping him and lighting his body seemingly without a second's thought.

"I thought we agreed on an SUV..." The imposter in Miles' suit stated plainly, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"We agreed I'd throw a metal death trap at him, never specified." The Electrified Spider declared, arms crossed, not even bothering to look up. "He'd of dodged if he went over five percent, anyway. That's his mistake."

"Not all of us can be as proficient in power output as you, Peter." The two heard through the comms of their mask. There was only one frequency. "Now don't start fighting, we're part of the same team. Go whip him into shape, will you?"

"Aye Aye, Captain!" The white and black spider bellowed with a cynical tone and a half-hearted salute. "Take a break, why don't ya? No one likes a third-wheel." He remarked at his fellow imposter, the cackling electricity enveloping his body lighting bright, and in a blitz he was off in the direction he sent their prey.

Meanwhile Miles simply huffed. This was seemingly the Peter Parker he was used to, but at least he was humbled.

"I bet the real me doesn't have to deal with this...He's probably munching on some cuisine we don't even know how to pronounce..."


The early afternoon of the Prefecture was busseling. From the cars and trucks in the streets honking in place to the people walking among the sidewalks. Even for a world where the overwhelming majority of the population had an abnormal ability, ir was relatively peaceful.

It even reminded Miles of his home. Though, the New York he knew wasn't at all this bright, having dimmed with the arrival of the Occupation. And he could never appreciate its beauty like this, flying through the air with the free-flowing momentum that he carried, before taking a nosedive down to Earth, just narrowly saving himself with a last minute webline to one of the buildings in front of him. And instead of riding the arch like a pendulum, he slung himself forward with all that speed and flow, landing on a passing truck and leaping off with a flying somersault onto another moving car. And then another, jumping from one to another like a freerunning athlete.

All culminating on him leaping high into the air from the hood of a car like an impromptu launchpad, sending him high as orange electricity cackled around his extremities, before he shot upwards, letting the wind rush through his face as he soared into the sky with a mighty cry.

"Que Passa, Japan!" He hollered on his way down. Just short of putting his hands behind his head while he fell. But before he completed his descent he could feel the subtle ringing in the back of his head. His Sixth Sense.

Only after he registered the possible danger surrounding him, turning his attention to the city blocks below and shooting out a webline. Just as an explosion sounded only a few blocks away.

Once it hit its mark on top of a building he tugged himself down, landing feet first and rolling over his shoulder to carry the momentum before he blew into a full-on sprint. With ease he leaped across rooftops, an act of second nature for the spider at the top of his game.

Before the dust around the incinerated scene could settle, Miles was there, reaching out to grab a pole on the side of a building nearby and swing upward to land perched firmly. The eyes of his mask narrowed as he looked down, seeing through the smoke that enveloped the area through the thermal vision of his lenses.

"And what do we have here?..." He questioned no one in particular as he scanned the surrounding in front of him, finding a handful of heat signatures among the flipped and toppled transport busses only a few yards away. Three normal thermal silhouettes spread about, and one large muscular mass, ripping its arm from the concrete below him. The Shie Hassakai and a Symbiotic Nomu.

"Man you're as dumb as a bag of bricks!" Setsuno spat, adjusting his mask before pointing to the form armed beast, who tilted his head at the accusation. "We told you not to kill anyone, you fuckin' oaf! How do you think we fly under the radar?!"

The only response he got from the mouthless creature was a low feral growl, as its milky white eyes narrowed some, slowly raising one of its massive claw-like hands, much to the Larceny committer's dismay. But just as it was preparing another motion it stopped mid-motion, at a familiar voice.

"Cease, Subject One. There wouldn't be much point in terminating this one in particular." Ezekiel's voice sounded from behind the Bio-engineered human, who quickly turned to face its creator. "Especially since Twice hasn't gotten around to his measurements. His Quirk may prove useful to your brothers and sisters, should they be completed."

"Hey, don't go talking about me like I'm disposable!" The blonde groaned out, taking a step towards the mad scientist in front of him. But he was halted by the monstrosity covered in the black substance, slamming his hand down back into the concrete.

"Everyone is disposable, Setsuno." Stane simply deadpanned, not even bothering to look in his associate's direction. He could feel eyes on him from afar. He knew he was being watched.

"The primary differentiation stems from who is more relevant to the task at hand. Which for the moment you are." And with that he simply raised a hand, simply to shoo him off. "Now put that power of yours to use and grab as many parts from those supply busses as possible. We may find ourselves ahead of schedule yet. Do with the rest of security as you wish."

"Hold on a second!" One of the grunts spoke up from the back. "That...thing's got four arms, ain't he gonna help?"

"Subject One is meant for heavy artillery and maximum damage to a single area or areas." Stane declared off-handedly, still not taking the time to look to the minion. "It would be a waste of time teaching it to clean up its messes. That was why I asked for assistance."

While he spoke his eyes lingered, looking upwards through the smoke that enveloped their surroundings, as his lenses narrowed. His sights soon falling to the rooftops. Only to find nothing. "Now do your job and grab what we need."

The Madman then turned to his associates and creation. "Subject One, ensure no one disturbs us." He ordered, to which the Symbiotic Nomu gave a low purr before facing away from the group to walk off.

Meanwhile no one was any wiser, as the cloaked black and red spider landed on the street silently, right behind one of the toppled transport trucks. "The hell's Stane doing here?...What are in those things..." His eye narrowed on his mask narrowed while he attempted to scan the area with his cycling visions. There was seemingly nothing to give off a signature in the back of each truck. And the heat of the cabins were dim. The sign of fresh corpses.

All except for one, squirming in the front seat of the transport vehicle flipped over just a few yards away.

"Bingo...Or as bingo as I'm gonna get..." Miles huffed quietly, shooting a webline to hit the side of a neighboring building and pulling on it to swing forwards and land on the door of the truck. Looking down through the cracked and nearly crumbling window he saw the armored driver, writhing in his seat as a result of the concussive whiplash that sent the transport on its side. He could just barely see the black and red spider gently waving down at him while his camouflage subsided.

"Hola." The eyes of his mask narrowed and a single red mechanical spider leg sprouted from his back, aiming down at him. "Hold still for me." And without a an ounce of hesitation the mechanical leg thrusted down into the door panel, then dragged through the metal to force an opening, much to the victim's surprise.

The spider wasted no time ripping away at the metal as if it was simply cardboard, and with the opening formed big enough he reached through to grab the transport driver by the collar, causing him to yelp out as Miles took him into his arms.

"You're used to this by now, right?" The black and red arachnid quipped with a hushed tone, before his gaze veered from what was in front of him. It was his Sixth sense. Enemy forces were getting closer. "I'm hoping for a yes, but preparing for a n-"

All at once he felt the alarm in the back of his head ring, a tingle down his spine that made his eyes widen. Without a second's hesitation Miles shot into the air just as what seemed like concrete claws broke through the ground in an attempt to skewer the two along with the truck's cabin, using his spider-legs to propel upwards, high and to the side of a building for them to hook into. His grip around the transporter not subsiding.

Quickly catching his bearings the spider looked down at the man in his arms. His HUD was quick to scan him, only to find no damage beyond a minor concussion. A good thing. Then he shifted his view back to the ground, where the Symbiotic Nomu stood, crouched down with its arm buried into the concrete for only a moment. Then with the tilt of its head it ripped its hand out from the asphalt while letting out a low animalistic growl. An inhuman glare staring back at them.

"Ezekiel...What did you do?..." Miles muttered softly, only to himself.

"Hey, the hell do ya think you're doin'?!" The monster heard behind him, twisting his head around as Setsuno ran for him in confusion. The muscular monstrosity enveloped in thick black goo simply purred, looking back at up to the wall above that Mile's spider-legs burrowed into, much to the Yakuza member's dismay. "S-Shit! A Hero!"

The blonde mob member's eyes darted around the area, in an attempt to find any other enforcers of the law. With none else to be seen, he then shot his attention back to the mindless symbiote wielder. "What're you waitin' for?! Get him!" He ordered, getting a poignant glare from the behemoth before reeling its fist back, ready to slam it into the asphalt.

There was no time to think. He could feel the tense ringing in the back of his head, causing the black and red spider's eyes to narrow in focus. "Quick, shut your eyes!" He quickly cried out for the man in his arms as his savior soon began fading in spots of his body.

In less than a second the Symbiotic Nomu thrusted its arm into the ground, and black shards of spikes erupted through the hard surfacing towards the two hanging above. But just as they were to hit, a light began to erupt from Miles, enveloping him and the driver in his arms in a blinding flash that caused the perpetrators on the ground to wince and turn away instinctively.

"What the hell was that?!" Setsuno groaned while he attempted to put an arm over his eyes. Much like the Nomu he was and his accomplices were for the moment blinded by the bright flash that overtook their senses.

All but one; Ezekiel. All the mad scientist did was stare, and watch as the masked spider-themed hero shot himself into the air and over the group, spider-legs retracting into his suit while he flew high and landed on a roof for a clean getaway. He had to getaway.

"Hm..." Stane tilted his head while watching the hero escape from his sight. "So you're here too, Renegade..." He spoke to himself.

"God...Dammit!" One of the Yakuza cried out in agony with his sensitive eyes watering, on the verge of tears.

"Who the hell was that?!" Setsuno groaned while rubbing his eyes, while the Nomu snarled as it clawed at its milky eyes.

The question fell upon deaf ears for a moment while Stane slowly shifted his eyes towards the group. "Grab everything you can. Any time we have may have just be halved."


The white and black spider landed atop a perch point in a street lamp, cackling blue lightning dying down around him as he overlooked the intersection that the bus he threw skidded into. His keen eyes scanned the area with ferocity, not missing an inch.

And there was something he noticed; the bus resting on its side had was ripped into from the roof. Midoriya must have broken through it with only five percent of One For All...

"Huh...More intuitive than I thought..." The electrified spider tilted his head. "The bar wasn't especially high though..."

Before long the experienced spider leaped down, landing on all fours just a few feet in front of the bus, the lenses on his mask narrowing. No sign of him, yet.

"Midoriya!..." He called out while standing up, taking a step forward as a wave of electricity began to surge around him. "What is All Might teaching you?" He questioned, still cynical in tone as he walked. "He wouldn't be hiding from me! He'd try and fight me, with one of those massive smiles on his face. Isn't that what you're trying to do? Beat Evil with a smile on your face? Cuz you're doing a piss-poor job at it!"

In a second long blitz the white and black spider closed the distance between him and the bus, lightning dispersing and scorching the metal as he slid inside and stuck to the glass below him. Nothing was inside the cabin. Not a trace he could clearly find.

"You claim you wanna save people with a smile on your face, but you're hiding! Are you afraid me? Are you afraid Peter Parker's better than you? Maybe he should've been the one to inherit One For All!" In a blink and flash of dispersing lightning the imposter exited the transport, perched atop it and scanning the scene. Nothing. But where could he have been? Even with One For All, at five percent Deku couldn't have possibly gotten that far. He'd of been sniffed out.

"But honestly...How do you expect to take up the mantle of Symbol of Peace? When you can't beat simple copy?" He continued to ramble and jumped from the bus onto the ground, walking forward as his eyes wavered throughout the surrounding intersection. "You wanna be Number One but you can't get it in your head to step out All Might's shadow."

He continued his leisurely pace through the intersection, his eyes looking over every inch he spied dozens of times over, until he stopped. And his eyes went wide as he felt a chill down his spine.

His foot had just stepped onto a manhole cover. One that his prey was right under. Since the two gained distance from one another Midoriya hatched a crack-pot plan to gain some more. He knew Peter could handle All Might -albeit his mentor was holding back in the Practical Exams between him and Gwen- and he knew that he himself was nowhere near that level without a hefty cost. Moreover, this Spider-Man was different, both in mannerism and abilities. He may not have a chance head-on. But maybe he could catch him off guard like him and the other one did.

With his hands against the bottom of the manhole and grit teeth the successor waited, veins lit and power cackling dimmly all around him at his five percent limit, waiting for the perfect moment to counter attack. Now!

"Heh." The cynical spider chuckled softly. "I'll be damned..."

"SMASH!" Deku called out, and with a flick of his arm the air in the tunnel he found himself in swirled violently towards the floor, shooting him upwards from compressed force. The manhole shot up into the sky, taking the white and black spider with it while Midoriya flew back and landed on all fours above ground.

There was no time to admire his work, however. He had to find his teammate, if not the key that'd get them both out of this.

Veins still lit and eyes darting ahead he shot off into a full on sprint, as fast as his dimmed fire of power could take him away from the scene. But he was stopped dead in his tracks, hastily skidding to a stop, with a manhole flying inches past his head and cutting through the pavement in front of him.

"W-Wha-" He stuttered in disbelief, quickly swinging his head over his shoulders overhead.

The white and black spider dived down like a bullet lit blue with surging electricity, shooting out a webline onto a nearby building to just narrowly scrapping the ground before propelling himself back up into the air.

Quickly Midoriya swung his attention back to the manhole, veins lighting dim still as he reached and firmly gripped it, before pulling it out of the concrete.

"C'mon!-" He snarled through gritted teeth, using the momentum and shifting its weight to spin in place like a top. "San Diego..."

The Spider moved swiftly, wasting no time in letting go of the webline in his hand and flying down to his prey as he spun, eyes narrowing and hand extending out to grab him while the distance closed. His hand so close from Midoriya as he faced him, eyes full of determination he was so familiar with, arm reeled back and leaning forward for further force.

"SMASH!"

The Successor swung his arm forward, letting go of the manhole and letting it fly like a frisbee right for the illusion. It left no room for maneuver.

And yet...

In what looked like a blur the Notorious Spider shifted his position, moving sideways and tilting his head to the side for the manhole to just barely graze his mask before planting his feet on the ground right under the young trainee. Before Midoriya could even register he was right below him, he was met with a swift backhand to the jaw, lifting him off his feet and sending him flying across the street into the windshield of a nearby car. His weight and velocity more than enough to break through the glass.

"I knew there was a thinker in that dense skull of yours!" The illusion bellowed to Midoriya, standing straight once more and beginning to move forward once again. "A thinker suits you more, honestly. Trust me, I know."

The green haired young man winced while he attempted to sit up from the back of the car, its interior now cushion and glass sprawled all over. The taste of blood covered his tastebuds as he spat a mixture of his blood and saliva. He knew he had to get away from the imposter.

"Strength won't get you out of everything!" The white and black spider declared gusto. "You can't punch your way out of everything like All Might!"

The Hero-in-training couldn't help but groan out as he turned over, reaching for the back seat and pulling them to fold under. In front of him was more room, in the trunk. A way out, and a way to get the drop on his opponent.

You're nothing like All Might! You're just a kid squandering his dexterity to act like a brute. And it's such a waste!" All at once the white and black figure became enveloped in electricity, and in the blink of an eye he lunged onto the hood of the car, the lightning around him quick to disperse and scorch the metal he landed on, crouched down and looking into the interior. "It wouldn't be the first mistake that meathead made. Maybe that power should go to someone more deser-..."

He halted in his verbal tracks at what he saw. Which was...Nothing. No body among what was left of the inside of the vehicle, and daylight coming from the very back of the open trunk. For a moment the Spider-Man's eyes narrowed, as he felt the pulsing ringing in the back of his head. "Clever girl."

"SMASH!" Deku called out from under the back of the car, hand outstretched and middle finger held in place by his thumb, until he let go and flicked.

All at once the pressure in the air compressed, all shooting in one direction in a flurry of winds that broke every window in a mile radius, if not more. The car in front of him was sent off its wheels, flying forwards and away as if it was made of papier-mâché, and nearly taking his predator with it.

The masked man did his best to find against the intense air force, sticking to the car for leverage until he found the right moment to escape the vertical typhoon. The moment he saw his opening he jumped, propelling himself forwards into the air, above the small buildings of the make-believe district.

"The more I see this kid's smarts the more predictable he seems...We're gonna have to work on tha-" Once again he felt his Sixth-sense ringing. An inconvenience he could already feel. But there was something more. Like a speeding training coming towards him.

His vision shifted below him, wide eyed in surprise.

Midoriya had used the strength in his legs to propel himself upwards, high enough and fast enough to intersect his opponent, arm reeled back, teeth clenched, and eyes full of determination.

He was right; the only thing similar between All Might and him were their sacred power, something both of them were given, in different eras where different situations called for different courses of actions. All Might may have been about brute strength, but there was more to it. Something he understood.

Before long Izuku's clenched teeth twisted into a wide smile, as he stared down the masked menace. "I'll keep everything you said in mind, Parker..."

"Detroit..." He spoke, before he swung his fist forwards, connecting to Spider-Man's jaw.

"SMASH!" The impact immediately caused the striker to wince in pain, but it was enough, sending the imposter flying back, over a mile down the city blocks at rapid speeds before coming to a dead stop into a wall.

Midoriya simply grinned, as big as can be while he fell back down to Earth. Out of both spite and pain, grabbing hold of the wrist of the arm he threw his punch with. The knuckles were already bruised from what he could see, under the white glove tattered from his compressed air attack. A tactic he learned only to use as a last result, pushing past a his current limit with this power. At a hefty cost he felt, as his middle finger twitched and spasmed, bruised and bleeding.

He only used this attack once, but that was once too many. If he had to he had three more attempts of that move. More, if he factored his scarred hand as well.

"I can't waste anymore time..." He winced as he spoke to himself. "Kacchan...I gotta find him before anything el-"

Suddenly his focus shifted as his attention was whisked away, towards the direction of a rumbling quake, similar to...an explosion.

The young man's eyes widened, as from his quickly descending altitude he saw possible source; a factory just a ways away with the side of it being blown asunder. That had ti be Bakugo.

"There isn't a moment to waste!..." Izuku muttered under his breath, eyes lighting green as his veins lit up and electricity cackled around him dimly.

The moment he landed on his feet he was off, propelling himself off the ground forward and to the direction of the factory, using his inertia and leg strength to bounce of the traffic lights and building sides.

"Don't worry, Kacchan! I'm almost there!..."


I was supposed to have this done a few days ago, but damn this hiatus and the year hit me hard. I'm trying to stay consistent with this story and the others, but I haven't been out my house consistently for a year and my health is paying for it.

Also yes, the more recent chapters have been shorter than the last, and I'm sorry for that, but if I made this chapter 10,000 words it'd take 3 more months at least and I refuse to wait that long. Mostly because at that point it will be my finals. And then there's also the matter I don't get paid for this, but I'm not about to ask you guys to pay for this stuff, since it wouldn't be fair.

I am not giving up on the series, or the spin-off, which may or may not include another universal conflict between the Miraculous Ladybug series and a different version of Spider-Man...and a special with this story involving Native RWBY characters.

Anyway, I thank you once again for sticking with me, and I hope I can pump out more stuff for this story soon.