Izuku's POV

It took three days from his first meeting with Orion to set up a second. The man might have seemed honest in that first meeting but it didnt mean Izuku trusted him. Many people seemed trustworthy in the original timeline. Only to later betray Medusa. It was only by sheer luck and skill that he, Echo, and Charlie lived as long as they had.

Their meeting place was in the warehouse district. The warehouse chosen was on the end away from the others. Inside the warehouse was empty save for a dirty blond-haired man. Cool hazel eyes watched as Izuku entered. From what he could tell it was only the two of them.

Orion greeted with a small smile, "I was surprised when you called me. Part of me thought you wouldn't make the call."

Izuku growled, "Why do you want to help me, Orion? You know nothing about me."

Orion answered calmly not reacting to the growl, "That's where you're wrong, Delta of Medusa. We who survived the fall."

Izuku's form stiffened. There were only a few people in the world who knew that phrase. It should only be himself, Charlie, Echo. How does this man know?

"You are wondering how I know about the phrase," continued Orion, "Think. I know your name just as you know mine."

He knew the name, Orion? Izuku hummed under his breath as he began to go through his memories. There had to be something within his memories that had to do with the name.

As he thought his eyes trailed over to the man's arm. From the wrist to halfway to the elbow there was what appeared to be a computer. That was when it clicked.

Orion was part of a joint CIA and CIRO operation. It started several years before the fall. The project was something he didnt knows much about. If he remembered correctly Orion disappeared five years before the fall. Then he reappeared after the fall offering to help kill All For One and Shigarki.

Medusa and Orion as a whole rarely interacted. It made sense that Izuku didnt know him. What did not make sense was how he knew that phrase. This should not have been possible yet it was. So how?

Izuku asked bluntly his eyes narrowing as he sized the man up, "How do you know that phrase? How do you know about Medusa?"

Orion replied smirking slightly, "My quirk," he held up a hand to stop Izuku's protests, "My quirk is unlike anything else on the planet. It's a memory quirk. I remember everything that has ever happened to me. Quirks do not affect this."

Did he remember everything then? That would make sense as to why Orion searched for him. If he had to guess the man had something to do with the time travel project.

Izuku questioned for clarity, "So you remember everything?"

"Most of it," he answered honestly, "There are times when I can't remember it all clearly. Part of it has to do with my age mentally. Everything we did to survive and what you did to come back. I wasnt there the first time. I want to help this time."

Orion was one of the best computer programmers in the world. Izuku had theorized that the man had a technology manipulation quirk. It would have made more sense than a memory quirk. Then again he knew things that only someone from the original timeline would know.

Orion continued after a moment, "Have you made contact with Ground Zero? I saw your reaction to Best Jeanist. You saw him die and you blame yourself for something that has not come to pass yet."

Izuku snapped back, "It was my fault that Jeanist died. He died protecting me. It shouldn't have happened like that. As for Ground Zero no I haven't talked to him since my return. Why would I? He hasn't grown from the bully he is now into the hero I know he will become."

Orion sighed, "You could change him early. That's why you're here after all. To change our fates."

Ground... no Bakugo Katsuki would not listen to him. Not with the world experiencing peace. A peace that was false as the villains were slowly building themselves up. It would start with Muscular killing the Water Hose duo.

That murder would show the world how easy it would be to kill heroes. It would inspire those like the Hero Killer Stain. Muscular would not be difficult to bring down. With his weapons, he could bring him down fairly easily. It was a matter of saving the Water Hose before he got the chance to kill them. In the original timeline, Muscular was only taken down when he went with the League of Villains.

They attacked the UA summer training camp. Muscular killed the son of the Water Hose duo. That had been a hit on UA's pride. A lot of civilians lost their faith when a civilian was killed. That wasn't including the fact that a student had been kidnapped and several were severely injured.

That had been a wakeup call for the hero community. They tried and failed to clean up their act before the fall. All Might had been looking for a successor as he was weakened from his bout with All For One. No one knew why he had not chosen one before the fall. There were qualified candidates but none seemed to be what he was looking for.

Katsuki changed after he returned from the kidnapping. The steely determination was still there but his cockiness was gone. His ex-best friend stared death in the face and lived to tell the tale. If only for a few years afterward.

Izuku rubbed a hand down his face tiredly, "What do you expect me to do, Orion? No one would believe me without proof. I just turned fourteen they would either think I'm seeking attention or I have lost my mind. The best option is to work from the shadows as a vigilante and kill them before they become the threat that they were before."

"Do you really believe that? That three vigilantes can do what the hundreds of heroes could not."

Izuku answered coldly, "I have to. Otherwise, what is the point of being here."

Orion sighed, "Then allow me to help. Instead of three become four. I can not only teach you computer skills like hacking and coding I can give reliable intel. Also a safe area for the three of you to sleep, train, and heal. What do you say?"

For the briefest of moments, he considered telling the man to fuck off. The last thing he needed was a babysitter. The thought of having a rood over his head made him hesitate. Having one of the wrist computers would help his cause as well. As long as Orion didnt try to stop him there was a chance that this partnership could work.

With that thought, he nodded ever so slightly sealing the deal. They both had their issues that would need to be worked out. At the same time having one more member wouldn't hurt. Especially if he had a stable place for them to stay.

Tsukauchi's POV

How?! How did this vigilante get his private phone number?! It wasn't given out to the public and only those who absolutely needed to know had it. This vigilante was going to give him a god damn aneurysm.

Somehow not only had the vigilante known as Delta got his number but he got Eraserhead's number too. With the numbers, he had made a group chat to pass along information when he didnt want to meet up. Or as Naomasa couldn't meet up and safely getaway. The chat name was confusing to the detective and hero. It wasnt a name they were familiar with. To his surprise, though all information passed on was reliable. They could however do without the nicknames.

Snakelady's Nightly Annoyance

Carboy: Escapedvigil are you ever going to tell us what snake lady means?

Sleepyhobo: I would like an answer to that as well.

Escapedvigil: If I just told you it wouldn't be any fun. It's not the right time to reveal anything anyways. Not that you'd believe me.

Naomasa sat back in his chair considering the last sentence. It would make sense if Delta didnt trust them. They were police and heroes but to not tell them something because he was afraid they wouldn't believe him. That stung.

To date every piece of information they received from the vigilante was viable. Delta had not lied or given them any false information. What they did not understand was his reaction to Best Jeanist?

According to the pro hero, the vigilante appeared to be terrified at the sight of him. Saying that he saw Best Jeanist die. Best Jeanist was sure that the vigilante was telling the truth. His body language screamed his uncertainty and fear.

It was a few days later that this group chat was created. No matter what they tried they could not trace the vigilante's phone. It was annoying but not unexpected. Still, it made his life much more difficult. After a moment he decided to ask the question that had been bugging him.

Carboy: Why did you tell Best Jeanist that you saw him die? Is it the power of your quirk? Do you have foresight like Sir Nighteye?

Escapedvigil: No it's not a quirk. I... I can't tell you how I saw him die.

Naomasa sighed. He should have expected that. If he was honest with himself he would admit the vigilante seemed like a hurt child. That couldn't be right though. Right?

Sleepyhobo: You aren't going to tell us anything are you? Just what has fo do with cases.

Escapedvigil: Sorry.

Escapedvigil offline.

Well damn. They scared him off again. Trying to get any information about the vigilante was like pulling teeth. He was extremely wary of both Naomasa and Eraserhead.

His phone rang a moment later with Eraserhead's number on it. He answered tiredly, "We scared him off again."

Eraserhead replied, "It seems that Best Jeanist is a sensitive topic. I have him looking into possible connections."

There was a ping from his phone drawing his attention.

Escapedvigil: Muscular is on the move. There are two heroes injured. Sent location.

Sleepyhobo: On my way.

Naomasa blinked at his phone in surprise. Muscular was an A-List villain. There was no way that Eraserhead and Delta could take him on alone. Immediately he sent the location to other heroes he knew would be on patrol.

Standing from his chair he left his office heading into the bullpen. As soon as he entered the eyes of the lower level detectives and officers were on him.

He called out, "Sansa you're with me. The rest of you find out what heroes are patrolling tonight and send them downtown. We have an A-List villain downtown and with our informant, we have a general idea of where he is. When you get ahold of the heroes tell them that it is Muscular. Get moving!"

"Sir!"