The inspiration for this kind of draws from the comic book Marvel Civil War. Here we will see Heroes who are Vigilantes, Villains who are Vigilantes, Vigilantes who are Heroes, Heroes who are Villains, and Villains who are Heroes.
Izuku came to consciousness in pain, his head throbbed terribly, like the crashing of waves against the beach shore, every few seconds. His stomach lurched as he felt the seat he was in rise and fall suddenly which caused him to open his eyes. He struggled through his surprisingly blurry vision, 'Where am I? What is going on?'
"Hey. You. You're finally awake." a girl's voice said, it sounded irritated, "The kid the Commission picked up off the street."
"W-what?" Izuku blinked rapidly to clear his vision faster, confusion washing through him at her words and where he was and what was going on. He brought his hands up to try and rub the pain that was still in his head but felt his confusion become panic as he felt cold metal dig harshly into his wrists and jerk back to the sound of a metal chain clinking just below.
"What is...is…" the words died in his throat as his vision finally cleared to show him the set of handcuffs around his wrists and the chain that kept him from moving them any farther which was bolted into the metal floor. Ironically, they were quirk restraints.
Izuku immediately began to hyperventilate as he looked up and finally saw his surroundings for what they were.
He was in a prison truck.
The seat he was sitting on, no, strapped into by a heavy seatbelt, was just one of two dozen similar seats each one barred off from one another by a row of bars that went from the roof of the truck to the floor. Facing toward the aisle he had his back to the windowless exterior of the truck, he was seated toward the back of the truck as he could see the double doors at the rear and only just saw another door at the other end which he thought must lead into the driver's cab.
"What'd you do to get on the Commission's shit list?" the same voice from before asked, Izuku looked ahead and saw the voice's owner was a girl seated across the aisle from him. She had short, dark purple hair and her eyes looked at him with a bored expression. What was most outstanding about her features were her earlobes, each one ending in what looked like earphone jacks. Unlike him, she had on a dark olive green prisoner's jumpsuit - in fact from what he could see he was the only one not wearing one.
The Commission. Officially called the Hero Public Safety Commission, it was charged with moderating all interactions between Heroes and the public, they were the ones who enforced pretty much every law when it was related to a hero. Over the years their importance as a government agency had grown to the point where they had absorbed many other national and local enforcement agencies - even many police departments were under their jurisdiction as a way to smooth out the paperwork since so many crimes or natural disasters involved hero support.
They were in charge of approving all hero licenses for anyone who wanted to be or wished to continue to be a hero.
Several years ago they had even nationalized all hero schools in the country.
"Wh-what d-did I do?" Izuku asked, the question bouncing around in his skull without finding purchase.
"Yea! We want to hear the goods, Bushtop!" Another girl's voice nearly shouted the words to his right, Izuku looked and saw sitting next to the first girl was another girl - except her hair was a mossy green and she had pointed teeth that seemed to smile at him mischievously. "I was-"
"You were brought in for graffitiing obscene images on Commission billboards." a boy's voice said next to him, as if he had heard her story way too many times before. Looking to his left Izuku saw the speaker had an almost skull-like appearance underneath a head of beige colored hair.
"Wh-what kind of images?" Izuku asked, his innate curiosity pushing him to speak. The Skull-Faced Boy glanced at him and shook his head.
"You don't want to know."
"You're still no fun after all this time getting to know each other." the girl replied teasingly, "He's in here for just being a Mutant."
"J-just for b-being a mutant?" Izuku asked, surprised at those words but immediately began to think that perhaps he should not have been. In all of his research on heroes and quirks he knew there were practically no hero licenses issued to Mutant quirk holders by the Hero Public Safety Commission. The Media often showed news about Mutant villains wreaking havoc in Japan. Commission approved educational materials that he had read in Aldera tended to downplay Mutant quirk holders - not that there were any at his school.
"Yea. My good looks don't exactly put me close to being Commission-approved 'Baseline'" Skull-Face replied with acid in his tone, rolling his eyes before sinking into his seat.
"Baseline" was a term used by most people to refer to someone who looked...like they had minor mutations due to their quirk or none at all. Izuku looked Baseline, the other two girls had obvious mutations (the bored girl's earlobes, the teasing girl's sharp teeth) but otherwise they looked Baseline enough that they would have been acceptable by Commission...standards.
He remembered one time when he was younger, before...before Kacchan had developed his quirk. At daycare one of the other children had their quirk appear which gave them the appearance of having a lizard head. The daycare workers had immediately taken the young girl away from everyone else and he remembered the girl's parents coming in to pick her up in a panic. They had left together under a glare from the daycare workers and after that had never returned.
Seeing as he wasn't bullied for being Baseline or faced the social stigma that came from having a Mutant quirk...he had never really thought about what they might go through due to society's policies.
"I've talked to just about everyone here during our last 'bathroom break', you know when they remembered to treat us decently for five minutes" Sharpteeth (or maybe Sharp Tongue would have been more accurate) rolled her eyes but continued with a nod to Izuku's right, "Except Bushtop here and the Mummy sitting next to him."
"Hmph." a muffled voice spoke next to him, making Izuku look over to see the seat next to him was occupied by another kid their age - who was indeed wrapped up. Looking closely Izuku saw he was actually restrained by a white straight jacket, the sleeves forcing his arms against his chest. Around his neck there was a quirk canceling collar rather than the handcuffs everyone else seemed to have on them. Most alarming though was the strange muzzle-like box that covered his head completely obscuring any features the boy or girl might have. At the very least it looked like it left gaps for him to breathe through his nose and hear with his ears.
"That...that's just cruel." Izuku muttered, feeling a sympathetic pit open up in his stomach as he looked at the inhumane bindings on his seat neighbor.
'Why wrap him up so tightly like that and blind him? I suppose he must have an extremely dangerous quirk of some kind or maybe it's a punishment? It all suggests they want to keep him or her as immobile as possible and blind to his or her surroundings.'
"Huh. You aren't far off." Earlobe Jacks commented, raising her brow at him before she continued, "I heard one of the guards say his quirk could give them enough trouble they would need a Pro to put it down. Something also about getting tired of his muttering, kind of like you."
Izuku winced, he had done it again - muttering about quirks without realizing it. He knew it was a bad habit and it tended to weird people out but he just couldn't help it. Quirks were so amazing and heroes too, his mind just took a thought and ran with it.
"S-sorry, please forgive me!" he winced as he bowed forward in his seat, a sudden throbbing of pain forcing its way through his skull at the jerking motion he made. He tried to think of something else to get his mind off the pain - like why was he here in the first place? He wasn't a villain and from the impressions he was getting neither were the others here as well. Looking over at some of the others further away sure some looked like they might be delinquents but they looked just as scared or confused as he did. Were they really all here just because they had crossed the Commission somehow? That was unlawful and just plain wrong. How could the Hero Public Safety Commission just lock up students for being Mutants or not liking their agency?
He tried focusing harder, trying to remember, what had he done? What had happened to him?
The smell of Kacchan's nitroglycerin sweat.
The feeling of something horrid and slimy pressing all around him.
All Might's smile, strained by pain, filling his eyesight.
Pro Heroes yelling at him…
The memories came back to him in broken pieces, like trying to grab them was cutting his hand. He felt the pain in his head intensify and he let out a hiss as he shut his eyes tightly against others though caught his pain and looked closer at him.
"You alright, Green?" Earlobe Jacks asked, her tone softening as she spoke, "When the Heroes brought you in you were already out like a light." her tone soured as she continued, "That one guy in the yellow quilt costume kept asking the Commission goons if he would get a bonus for bringing you in."
"Bahaha! Oh that guy's costume was hilarious! I wonder if he stitched it himself?" Sharpteeth giggled to herself, shaking in her seat as she did.
"Yellow...quilt?" Izuku said the words slowly, trying to dig up the familiar information from the vaults of his hero fanboy knowledge, "T-the only hero that wears a costume like a y-yellow quilt is the Sho-shocker. He has vibrational powers that at their maximum can punch holes through buildings, b-but he can moderate h-his quirk enough to j-just knock people out. I-it leaves them with h-headaches and...gaps in their...memory…"
Izuku's words died once more in his throat.
He HAD been knocked out by a PRO HERO! That meant he had to have broken the law somehow, right? What could he have possibly done to deserve being arrested by the Commission?
"Th-this has to be a m-mistake!" he held up his handcuffs and tried to wriggle his hands out as if they would just fall apart - like this was all just some big joke. "I-I-I couldn't have b-broken the l-law or something even remotely l-like that!"
"Oh, yea. The Commission would neeeever do something like this to anyone who just followed the law." Earlobe Jacks' voice was laced with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes and held up her quirk restraints, "The Commission wouldn't just, you know, threaten your parents to stop writing Anti-HPSC songs and then send 'Heroes' to kidnap you as a hostage or something."
"Or put you in handcuffs because you refused to apologize after one of their goons bumped into you." Skullface joined in, grinding his teeth together afterward.
"Eh." Sharpteeth shrugged her shoulders, "They suck and I just wanted to show Japan just how much they sucked."
"Mmmph." the Mummy next to Izuku nodded his caged head forward as if in agreement.
Was-had the Commission really done-?
The door to the driver cab banged open violently, a large muscular man dressed in a green cardigan, blue pants, and had black-and-yellow striped wrists guards and belt, pushed his way through and just as violently slammed the door behind him. He seemed to be grinding his teeth given the way his square jaw shifted back and forth and it only intensified as his narrow eyes landed on one person in particular - it was Izuku.
"D-death Arms?" Izuku squeaked out, recognizing the Pro Hero from not just seeing the man on TV or on a hero forum video, but from meeting the man in person.
"So you're awake, you reckless punk." Death Arms growled as he stomped forward down the aisle toward Izuku. Each step sounded like a death drum to the greenette's own ears.
'He called me reckless earlier too...just before I was knocked out.' Izuku thought, his mouth going dry.
"Kid. You were reckless, defenseless, and stupid! That's three things I don't like -which means I don't like you three times over." Death Arms growled out, coming to a stop in front of Izuku the man absolutely towered over him.
Though not as badly as All Might had, hadn't he?
"I-I. I'm s-sorry. B-b-but I couldn't...I couldn't just." Izuku stammered out, his mind playing back to the event.
Seeing the burning buildings from Kacchan's quirk as the Slime Villain laughed maniacally and slowly smothered Izuku's childhood friend.
To his own sudden impulse that he could not explain, to run out ahead of Death Arms and the other heroes who were just watching and waiting for another hero to arrive.
Managing to pull Kacchan free but looking up in horror as a massive tentacle came crashing down - only to be held back by All Might's own fist.
All Might.
He remembered as All Might had looked down at him, anger and something else in his gaze as he said, "I told you, it was too dangerous to be a hero and I was right. A quirkless boy cannot be a hero."
With the Slime Villain defeated, Izuku was pulled aside by Death Arms and several of the other Pros on the scene. They told him that he had interfered with an ongoing hostage crisis. That he had committed a crime by impeding the work of the Heroes on site. He had tried to defend his actions, try to come up with something but before he could stutter out ten words he had felt a hand press to his back and then everything had gone dark.
-as being handled by myself and the other Pros at the crisis zone. We were waiting for support from a Hero with a quirk that could take down the villain. Instead you jumped in and even though I had told you to stop you continued anyway! You pulled out the other kid but that villain was about to kill you both but luckily All Might arrived. He stopped your screw up from making things worse." Death Arms' words brought Izuku out of his memories. He had broken the law. Hadn't he? He had broken the law trying to save his friend from being killed, but he had broken the law.
"Oh." Sharpteeth interjected, she sounded surprised, "So if I am getting the story straight…" Sharpteeth leaned back in her seat, tapping one finger against her leg "You all were embarrassed that some rando kid showed up and actually did something to help the other kid because you all were running around like chickens with their heads cut off because you couldn't punch the villain into submission?"
"What did you-" Death Arms turned around angrily to Sharpteeth, but his head whipped around as Skullface spoke up.
"Sounds about right. 'Oh. We didn't want to look bad getting our asses handed to us by a villain so we just sat on our asses instead.'"
"Listen here you punk-" Death arms turned to face Skullface but turned his head once again when Earlobes Jack added her piece.
"It's like you just gave up when you realized your quirk couldn't do shit. You could have worked all together to probably save the other kid. Unless you didn't want your rank in the Hero Billboard to drop so you decided to not risk it."
Some of the other prisoners listening in on the conversation began to add in their own comments, see insults. All of the increasingly loud shouting echoed in the tiny space of the truck, combining together to one giant noise that drowned out anything else. Looking like he was about to combust given how red his face had become, Death Arms brought one of his boots up and slammed it into the ground - the painful clang of metal on metal was enough to make everyone stop talking and grimace.
"That's it! When we get to the Holding Center all of you are going in solitary confinement until you can-"
BANG!
Something large struck the side of the prisoner truck and Izuku's entire world tilted on its axis as the truck crashed.
If you didn't get the Skyrim reference you just need to find the #1 meme associated with that game.
Shout out to Shocker who has been a Spider-man villain for many years and yet always gets flak for his ridiculous looking costume.