Epilogue/Prologue

AN: Here's a quick epilogue to part one/prologue to part two which should be up momentarily. Thanks for everyone who has taken the time to read this story, and thanks to everyone who's taken the time to write a review. It makes my day to know people are having as much fun with this as I am. Enjoy!

The woman sitting at the gravestone was thinner than he remembered. Izzy supposed grief could do that to a person. Her green hair that now drifted to the mid of her back held streaks of silver tracing through it. Grief hadn't turned her into a ghost, but it left its mark.

Izzy shifted from one foot to the other letting his eyes go from the woman that brought him into this world back to the Memorial Hall just down the road. He felt bad that his mom went through all the trouble to put a grave marker for him so close to where so many heroes had their final rest.

"Enjoying the view, Mr. Sawyer?"

"Mark Twain? Really Miss Waller?"

Izzy didn't turn. The Deputy Chief of the Hero's Association stood at his side. Neither of them turned. His Master taught him when he got stateside that showing trust required you to face the person you were talking to. Exposing your belly and your face showed that you counted on the other party to give you respect and not attacking your soft spots. Both of them looked dead ahead shoulder to shoulder.

"You are watching someone mourn your death."

"I believe the scene was a funeral. Why are you here?"

There was a moment of silence. While Izzy knew this woman couldn't hurt him physically, he kept his guard up tight. This was the woman who leaked his life in America to his Father. She knew that not only would it get his Master killed, but it would bring him here and through AFO's operation into disarray. In short, Amanda Waller was a hell of a chess player, and he wasn't about to be played.

"I'm here to warn you. The HA doesn't appreciate that little stunt you pulled. We don't appreciate you forcing one of our best assets into your father's organization where we can't extract him. This is the only warning you'll get?"

"I'm touched. What will you do? What can you do?"

The woman did turn to him at this. A smile crept across her face. It was a cold, mirthless little thing.

"How's that little girlfriend settling in? If you're wanting more time alone, we could always make that happen."

Too simple of a play he thought.

"I'd advise you not. It won't be healthy for your career. Good day, Amanda."

He took a few steps forward before she spoke up.

"You think you're untouchable, Mr. Midoriya. Don't misjudge me. I'll disabuse you of that notion very fast."

"I'm sure you'll try."

He didn't wait for a response. He spared one look toward his mother, made a note for Riggs to double the security on her house, and walked out of the graveyard. The game was moving forward.