AU o/ Thanks for the feedback folks! The boss in the previous chapter may or may not appear again, so watch out for him.


It was unmistakable. All Might, the number one hero, was standing in front of him, in a black tee and shorts. His blonde locks glint in the setting sun, and the shadows of his fade hid his eyes, only his bright white teeth illuminated.

He was huge. Absolutely dwarfing the teenage Superman, his body toned to perfection. His muscles had muscles. Izuku's young fanboy heart was going crazy, but the caution warnings his mind was giving him could not be ignored.

"All might! What are you doing here?"

The Pro's eyebrows rose but he smiled regardless, his thumb pointing back to himself.

"I am here to make sure that you are on the side of the law, young man!"

Izuku's eyes widened.

"What do you mean?"

All Might took a step forward and crossed his arms.

"I mean that you must register as a hero to continue your work! I was asked by the association to help you with this!"

All Might looked up again, at the steadily floating hero in front of him.

Izuku knew what that entailed. It was the choice he had already made. Registration required full information, his full name, and he had to work based on the rules of the association, which may forbid him helping people in certain situations. If All Might could be forced to do something like this… The government's power truly would make him a puppet.

"No."

All Might's smile didn't change, but his body did visibly tighten, ready to spring at a moment's notice.

"Why not?"

Izuku rose into the air slightly, his cape fluttering in the wind. Looking behind him, he realized that the "victims" were slowly getting up getting into various stances, ready for attack.

"I'm sorry, All Might. I promise I'm only here to help!" He tore up slightly, but his voice was resolute. "But it has to be on my terms! Goodbye!" And he shot up into the sky as fast as he could, arms reaching to the heavens in two fists.

"Ack!" He gasped as he realized something was on his leg. Looking down, he saw that the number one hero had a vice grip on his boots, his golden hair swept back to his head with the incredible speed that they were flying at.

"L-let go! What are you doing?!" He yelled.

"I can't let go, I'd fall!"

The grip tightened on his leg, and Izuku realized that his grip actually hurt.

"You'll be okay! You survived an attack that dropped you from the stratosphere before, three years ago! Let go of my leg!" He exclaimed.

"I can't do that, young man. I have a job to do! I'm sorry about this!"

"Sorry about wh-"

He saw stars. In his mind, he didn't have time to reconstruct what had just happened, but he was falling very fast.

There was a deafening crash as he fell into the asphalt, the road cracking under the force of his fall, his back in a small crater. The force of what had hit him temporarily blindsided him, but he gingerly touched his face and felt the purple of a bruise slowly form against his cheek. All Might had punched him!

Despite the situation, he was grinning like a maniac. That hurt!

It wasn't a second later when there was another deafening bang that shook the earth.

Rising out of the crater, he was acutely aware of everything that was happening as he slowed down time once again in his mind, seeing the rocks float in mid air, gravity's effect suspended while Izuku took in the world. All might was imitating the cover of Superhero Weekly #75, shoes embedded in the road, poised and ready to strike, game face on.

Despite time slowing down, he barely saw All Might's next strike. The punch rippled the air, heading right for his side; he moved to block, but his inexperience cost him as he was hit unevenly in the elbow, leading to a rather painful blow that sent him several dozen feet back, backs of his shoes tearing through the concrete as he moved into something resembling a combat stance. He couldn't hide the fact that the punch hurt! The ache was likely going to hang about for a few minutes, and that was just a single hit. It excited him for some reason.

The dust settled and revealed a figure to their right, standing relaxed with his hands in his pockets, scarf drifting away from the source of the impact, long black hair shadowing his face.

It took a second for Izuku to recognize him. The purple accents, tight bodysuit, and the steel mask. Eraserhead.

His mind worked in overdrive as to what was happening now. They made a team to capture me.

Despite the grim situation, Izuku couldn't help but gush with pride as he realized that some of the greatest heroes in the world were now targeting him specifically.

Eraserhead turned to face him, and opened his eyes and stared. The mask was there to keep the enemy from knowing if he was using his Quirk or not- but Superman could use his x-ray vision to see if his eyes were open regardless. Those red eyes were wide open.

They, unsurprisingly, didn't affect Izuku's powers. He could feel the strength at his fingertips, the heat in his eyes; that hadn't changed.

However, it was time to make a decision. If he used his powers now, when Eraserhead had his erasure activated, they would know he didn't use Quirks to attain his powers- and that could be a very dangerous thing to tell the government. Alternatively, if he acted like it did affect him and claimed to be powerless, he could be captured and forced to register, if not face criminal charges for vigilantism.

There's always another way.

He froze on the spot, as Eraserhead walked towards him, hands still in pockets but muscles obviously tensed.

"Stop moving, brat. The faster we do this, the faster I can get back to my vacation."

All Might had moved behind him, arms at his sides, grin wide.

"I'm not trying to hurt anyone. I don't know what you did to take away my Quirk, but-" Izuku started.

"Hahaha!" It was a deep rumbling laugh that came from All Might, his deep baritone echoing around the block. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, Superman. This isn't something I was eager to do, but it was one of the duties I swore to uphold!"

Eraserhead grit his teeth. "Are you going to shut up so we can finish this?"

All Might swept his hair back with one hand.

"It feels rather villainous to capture a hero like this…" He shook his head. "Justice needs to be upheld! But not without honor!" He stomped his foot. "OKAY! Eraserhead, apprehend him!"

Eraserhead shook his head but stepped forward, readying his capture gear.

The movement of the ribbons was relatively slow, and he let them hit him slowly and wrap around his body, drawing him close and constricting him. He went limp and let it take him to the heroes.

A pair of handcuffs slapped onto his wrists, the cool metal almost driving him into panic.

I have a plan I have a plan

The kid inside him was absolutely terrified. He had always been nervous about getting into trouble, about cops and teachers- and now all of those were realized.

He didn't let it show.

"Strength cuffs. They should keep you from breaking out, even without your Quirk erased. This stuff can keep All Might contained, so don't try any funny stuff, brat."

"Please, you have to understand, I just want to help everyone. I don't-"

"You're not the first person with a powerful Quirk who tries to enforce their own morals on the world. Don't get uppity just because people are singing your praises."

Superman went silent.

"How old are you, anyways? It's strangely difficult for me to tell. You look like you're twenty, but you could be twelve or thirty. Whatever."

He heard a scream in the distance, his eyes widening as he recognized it as a woman's. Someone in danger! Why now? When all of this seemed to be going on? It was a risky situation.

He pulled at the cuffs, and found that they remained stiff. Putting more effort into it, the cuffs only seemed to harden, starting to cut into his skin slightly. He began to sweat slightly with exertion.

Save that person!

"What was that?"

All Might seemed to be staring into the direction of the scream, poised.

"All Might! Someone's in danger! They-"

All Might gave him a thumbs up. Izuku gasped, but nodded.

"Don't worry, young man, for I am here!"

He started running.

"Oh, for the love of-"

Eraserhead grumbled, grabbing Izuku by the arm and pulling him along, careful to keep his eyes on the young hero.

"Don't even try escaping."

Escaping! There must be a way to make Eraserhead think his powers dropped!

Superman looked around, noticing all the dust swirling around the area, blanketing the concrete with bits of rubble.

His notebook rose to his mind. The mask must have open parts, since Eraserhead's power doesn't work if something is in the way. Therefore...

Izuku kicked the floor, the dust from the impacts kicking up and into Eraserhead's face, sending the man stumbling back several feet, blinking rapidly and cursing and pulling off his mask to rub at his eyes.

When he looked around, eyes reddened from rubbing them free of dust, Superman was gone.

"Goddamn… slippery brat."