HERO

by oneaboveall364

everything in the universe of My Hero Academia have a series of events that takes place for a reason. but what if reason was thrown out the window and thus the beings of another multiverse were reborn into this world. the original series of events will be forever rewritten by the unpredictable hands of fate. [rated T for now, will change back to M in the far future]

9. Chapter 6 - Battle Trials Part2

Author's Note: I apologize for not updating for nearly a year, but this year just seems to keep giving me problems. barely anytime to write the next chapter and my struggle to find a job had kept me busy. fortunately, I have found a job that gives me less stress and I have also gained enough to help my sibling pay for their courses since they lost their financial aid.

if you have any comments or suggestions, then feel free to leave them. I had a hard time writing original Marvel based storyline to go with the marvel influenced events taking place in the My Hero Acadamia storyline. the next chapter will be about Yelena and her squad finally meeting Class 1-B, the aftermath of Iceland, and the progression into the U.S.J. Arc. I'm still thinking trough possible plot devices to implant more Marvel material into the MHA universe, but I figured I should just the anime/manga plotline for a while until a certain point.

with that out of the way, please enjoy and leave a comment.

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Chapter 6 - The Trial of Battle Part 2

By One Above All

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Brisk cool air could be felt all around. A room that was usually a mess is left unchanged. A door with a small sign that read Ormur creaked back and forth by a breeze from an opened window. All was but a peaceful sleep. Until a scent could be picked up by the sleeping Icelandic teen. It was awful. Metallic, raw, and pungent. Eyes flickered open and a response was given about the odor.

"What the hell is that smell?", an awoken Ormur asked.

"You tell me. I worked for these people for years and they still don't tell me what's in it", said an unfamiliar voice at the right of the bed.

The eyes of the Icelandic teen went wide as he realized a hooded masked person was standing next to his bed.

"Skítt", yelled Ormur as he rolled off his bed and fell on his face. The impact didn't affect him as he quickly stood and got to a sloppy fighting stance.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you here? What did you do to everyone?", the teen demanded as the intruder sealed the small container that held the awful scent.

"Before we play twenty questions, I just want to put it out there that we're currently clutched on time. So, to sum it up. I just put my SHIELD patented sleeping gas in the air conditioning which knocked out everyone in this orphanage", explained the stranger.

The sly behavior of the intruder made the young Icelander narrowed his eyes but caution quickly gave way to confusion as the mention of SHIELD was heard.

"Wait, SHIELD. As in the international defense organization. Are you with them?", asked the muscular teen.

"Oh, so we're known in this country too. I figured the isolation from the European civil wars played a factor in something, but this makes it easier. Alright, Ormur, I need you to come with me", said the stranger as he whipped out his SHIELD communicator which displayed his authorization sigil as agent.

"Wait, why and how do you know my name?", asked the Icelandic teen now identified as Ormur.

"For the latter, it doesn't take a genius to know that SHIELD has a file on anybody they see as promising or a threat. For the former, your home is in danger, and we don't have time for interrogation. You'll learn more about it on the way out, so let's go", said the stranger as he walked out of the room.

Ormur, still filled with unanswered questions, chased after the possible SHIELD agent. Upon exiting his room, he noticed through some of the opened rooms that everyone was completely asleep. Orphans were on their beds, the floors, and even slumped to the walls.

"Wow, you weren't kidding about the sleeping gas", said Ormur as he and the SHIELD agent reached the lobby.

"Yeah, it took a while to get everyone situated after the gas faded away. The two owners of this place are asleep in the kitchen. Good thing too, because that was my only canister of sleeping gas", said the SHIELD agent as two exited the orphanage. The snow-covered grass was all that surrounded them as they reached an armored SHIELD vehicle.

"The name's Trickshot by the way. If you were asking", said the man now called Trick Shot as he got on the driver's seat.

"Is that your hero name or SHIELD name?", asked Ormur on the passenger seat.

"Both. Now listen up, I found out not long ago that I'm not the only one who has you in their sights. As we speak, two mean bastards are about to enter the town nearby and they will decimate everything until they find you or the thing that's causing all the snowstorms lately", said Trick Shot as the two drove their way to west valley.

"You mean to tell me that something is causing the snowstorms?", pondered Ormur as he looked at the clouds above.

"Yeah and getting it to stop revolves heavily on you. So, will you please trust me for the next few hours and work with me on this?", asked Trick Shot with full seriousness.

Young Ormur thought about the whole situation he was stuck in. A SHIELD operative has popped into his home and uses sleeping gas on everyone he cares about. Now, said operative is asking for his assistance in fighting off what could be the first villain attack in Iceland in years. Breathing in and out once, he nodded to the archer and the two newly formed comrades rode quickly to West Valley.

Having taken thirty minutes to reach their destination, the archer and young Icelander stopped their vehicle outside of the town where their soon-to-be foes will approach. They walked the rest of the way to the entrance as Ormur wondered just who he might be fighting to defend his people. He looks to the American next to him for confirmation.

"Hey, Trick Shot. If you don't mind me asking, what exactly are we up against?", asked Ormur.

"You know those movies that involve secret organizations using science to make super soldiers for shady global manipulation", responded Trick Shot.

"Yeah"

"Well it's like that. Except the organization is some cult that worships a dead Italian guy"

"Oh"

… on the other side of West Valley …

Sitting back on his chair and snoring like a fat bear, the local officer was in the middle of his daily nap after having pie and mead for morning munching. Next to him, his sheepdog had been sleeping on the grass. The two peacefully slept in the snow-covered streets of the town's police station.

Their peace was then disturbed by a sudden scent picked up by the sheepdog. The canine sniffed vigorously to find the source. Once it found its target, it then barked at them. Awoken by his companion's barking, the lone officer looked to where his dog had been startled by.

There, standing seven feet tall each, were two intimidating figures in full body suits that covered them head to toe. Their body proportion spoke that of two males. The most notable part of their matching attires were the two golden metallic numbers positioned on the left side of their chest. The figure on the left was numbered as one, while the right one was numbered as three.

The Icelandic officer just watched as One and Three walked with stoicism through the pouring snow. Feeling the possible threat this could be to the town, he holstered his handgun and brought his sheepdog inside the police station. With his canine safe, he walked up to One and Three and held his hand up to order them to stop moving. The two indeed stopped moving, but not out of receiving the constable's request.

Upon observing the little man, the two augmented Sons turned to each other in silent debate. One shook his head in disagreement and then Three nodded in confirmation. With the Icelander confused by their gestures, he failed to register the moment when the two simultaneously punched him away. The force behind the combined punch was enough to knock out the officer, but not kill him.

With the distraction dealt with, One and Three traverse further into the town. They continue their search for the relic hidden on the Nordic Island.

… Meanwhile at Yuuei Academy …

Anticipation. That one word can be shared by all sides locked in battle. One side must hold out as long as they can. And the other, they must obtain the objective to win. For Momo Yaoyorozu, she fully anticipates any outcome that may come her way.

The weapon was behind her. Her location is a simple rectangular room on the sixth floor. There were only two windows and one door. With only assumptions of what her opponents may be capable of, all she could do to secure victory was to plan an unbeatable defense. Barricades for the windows. Steel clamp barriers for the door. And finally, any possible suppression weapon to either slow them down or restraint them.

There's just one unknown variable. And he has been quiet for a while now.

Victor von Doom stood with his arms crossed as he watched the door. His eyes gleamed a bright green as he waited for his opponents to make their appearance. Kaminari obviously has an electrical based quirk, so he'll be easy to beat. The girl he was with is known as Kyoka Jirou. Her quirk can only be done with those earphones' jacks. Keeping the possible range of her attacks in mind, she might as well be easy to beat too. Truly, this match of theirs is so one sided.

"Pardon me, Doom-san", said his current teammate.

Doom's green eyes then shifted to this Yaoyorozu girl. He studied her posture and speech. Constant self-evaluation. A sense of urgency for situations that require ethical logic. A hint of restrained potential from years of heavy expectations. More proof of her high-class upbringing is becoming more obvious.

"Is there something you need, Miss Yaoyorozu?", asked Doom with neutrality.

"We should prepare for when the hero team arrives. I suggest we make strong barricades to the door and fortify ourselves with a defensive perimeter around the bomb. The distance between us and the door should provide a decent range for your quirk to keep them back", Momo elaborated as Doom pondered on her strategy.

"Your confidence in our victory is well appreciated, but you're overthinking this. We are in no danger of failure. For our opponents have already lost this. We are simply playing the waiting game", said Doom with little concern for the result of the test.

"Isn't it unwise to underestimate an opponent?", asked Momo, now put off by Doom's overconfidence.

"Only if you know you'll win. Besides, I doubt mister Kaminari and Miss Jiro will get past what I have ready for him", said a still confident Doom as his eyes glow green at the last sentiment.

Momo noticed immediately at the unquenchable ego of her foreign teammate. Does being a SHIELD youth really make a person that much so narcissistic? She tries to push the thought away as she tries to focus on the test at hand. After creating her defenses and getting them to their positions, the dark-haired maiden stood next to her partner with a collapsible staff in hand. Unknown to her, the young Latverian had been observing her creation quirk.

Doom deduced that her body must be using some bodily material for particle conversion to create objects that are needed for the task at hand. The probability of what such an ability is capable of is simply intriguing to him. Proper eloquent, keen observation, and clear understanding of a quirk that requires knowledge of physics and chemistry. He, Victor von Doom, was humbled enough to internally praise the Japanese teen for her ingenuity.

Then came the silence.

They still had a few minutes before the hero team eventually found them. Doom's thoughts were concentrated on his personal projects. This test had become unimportant once he knew who he was facing. Momo's thoughts however were back and forth between the expectations she held for Yuuei and its expectations for her. She plans on being an inspirational hero and this academy will do just that. However, doubt keeps lingering within her. It always comes down to expectations. If she ever reaches her best, will it still be good enough? Could it ever be enough?

With the grip on her staff loosening, Momo's eyes then shifted back to her Latverian peer. Her mind raced with thoughts to how this boy no older than her was coveted the honor to serve in the SHIELD organization. The only other thing was off about him, other than his overconfidence, was his last name. Just how could a child be born with the word Doom for a last name? Was the mother okay with such a marriage name? Maybe it was a European thing?

"Why do you stare, Miss Yaoyorozu", asked Doom with his eyes still on the door.

Momo's cheeks slightly reddened at getting caught.

"O-oh, I'm sorry Doom-san. It's just. Would you indulge my curiosity for a moment?", she asked as she calmed herself down.

"Proceed", indulged Doom.

"What is it like to be a SHIELD youth? By all accounts, that already makes you the same rank as the upper classmates who have preliminary licenses. Was it difficult to be accepted despite the hardship in Europe?", asked Momo in need to find some encouragement.

"I took no trial or test. SHIELD did accept me, but it's more on the aspect that they took me in. A wise decision I might add. In truth though… ", Doom paused as he shut his eyes as he gritted his teeth.

Momo continued to look at him as it appeared to her that he was reminiscing of a sort. She was then brought back in as the Latverian opened his once more to finish his small tale.

In truth, I was on my last leg and a SHIELD operative provided a crotch. I have been with them ever since. My association with the SHIELD organization is more of an honor bound duty to repay a debt I have with the director. There is no other woman on this Earth I respect more than her", confessed Doom with a hint of gratitude.

Momo Yaoyorozu was silent. This Latverian before her wasn't accepted to begin with. His position in SHIELD wasn't that of exceeding the expectations of others, but instead of a tragic upbringing. She could only wonder what else Victor von Doom had gone through to get where he is. What definitely caught her attention was the tone shift. At the start, the Latverian sounded arrogant and prideful, but telling off the Director made him slightly sad and at the same time dependent.

Momo wasn't the only one who was taken by Doom's tale. All-Might had heard as well. The way the lad had spoken had reminded the veteran hero of time in his career when he felt such invulnerability. Having read of young Doom's file and spoken to Director Carter personally, All-Might could tell that this mutual respect was just what young Doom wants to outwardly convey. No, Toshinori has been at this long enough to know that there was pain behind those words. Like a child wanting to come home.

Back in the exercise, Momo's thoughts were halted when the slight sound of footsteps could be heard from where the door was. Muffled by the metal barricades, the patting of boots and shoes stopped. The villain team waited for something to happen as they stood still. Suddenly, the metallic barricades began to vibrate, and a bolt went off its hinges. Soon, more bolts came off as metal plates fell over.

"This must be Jirou-san. She's using her earjacks to perform a type of vibrational manipulation", alerted Momo.

"Excellent assumption. But their efforts will mean nothing still", proclaimed Doom as he stood closer to the door.

Upon the last plate falling, Jirou Kyoka kicked open the door and ducked to let Denki Kaminari shoot a bolt of electricity. The bolt flew statistically towards Victor von Doom who remained standing in front of Momo Yaoyorozu. Not as her protector, but as the pinnacle of a self-driven force. Prideful and strong, the Latverian glared at the offending projectile heading his way.

For Momo, it was as if time slowed down. She watches in anticipation for what the SHIELD youth will deliver. The day of their quirk apprehension test was just a preview. Just how will he respond?

And thus, Doom answered. Quickly uncrossing his arm, the Latverian summoned a green misty aura around his right hand and backhanded the attack away from him. The bolt was redirected to a column, leaving a small scorch mark. Almost immediately, two earphone plugs shot straight for his face. Fortunately, the young Latverian caught the flimsy limbs in his left hand which was covered in the same green misty aura. With a hard tug, the green mist brought the owner closer by her earlobes.

Jirou was helpless as the green particles surrounding her made her levitate. Kaminari ran in to save his partner from Doom's hold. Noticing this, the Latverian sighed at the pathetic attempt and threw a torrent of green particles at the blonde. The two halves that made the hero team were both now in the air. Doom's outstretched left hand kept them where they were.

"I would say that was a good enough attempt, but then I would be lying. Thus, this farce comes to an end. So, as they say. Take this L", mocked Doom.

As with a swift of his left hand, Doom entrapped the hero team in a spinning vortex of his quirk's particles.

"D-damnit", whined Jirou as she felt her world literally spinning.

"I can't handle this right now", cried Kaminari as he too spun with dizziness.

Doom smirked at the sight of his struggling opponents and then looked to his right hand to see two rolls of capture tape. Nonchalantly, he threw them into the green vortex. From being a miniature hurricane of green particles to a twister of glowing green tape strips, the satisfied Latverian clapped twice to end his construct. The end result was two nearly mummified heroes.

"VILLAIN TEAM WINS"

"Such a disappointment, but a win is a win nonetheless", said a bored Doom as he closed his hand into a fist. The action caused the capture tape to glow green and unravel its captors. Now free, Jirou and Kaminari slowly stand up as they recover from their dizziness. They then turn to the Latverian who started to roll up his right sleeve.

"Man, you SHIELD guys really know how to one up on people huh. I kinda hope that rundown of you was just hype, but yeah… you do pack some heat", said Kaminari as he dusted his attire and picked up any of his fallen accessories.

"Our "one ups" are merely results we strive to obtain in our goal to become better. SHIELD can definitely do that for a person", said Doom who was checking his right arm for any irritation. Once satisfied at not seeing redness on his skin, he rolled his sleeve back on.

"Ugh, it really proves that our time here is going to be such a pain. Are they really going to push us more than their usual standards because you guys are with us?" Said Jirou who was unnerved by how quickly they lost.

"I suggest you get used to it. SHIELD is doing this collaboration for the three years of us here. I say the tradeoffs of our sudden arrangements are fair. Yuuei has higher standards for you. SHIELD is giving more restrictions to their youths. Honestly, it's irksome", explained Doom with his arms crossed. He then turns from Jirou and Kaminari and faces Momo.

"My apologies for not letting you perform, Yaoyorozu. I simply wanted this exercise to be done already. I'm sure you had an elaborate counter to their blunt entry", said a neutral Doom to a slightly disgruntled Momo.

"Despite our preparation, I hadn't taken account of the suddenness of the entry. I'll admit that our victory was thanks to you", said a downtrodden Momo. Her negativity didn't last though, for she regained her confidence to give the Latverian a stern look.

"However. For the exercise to be used to its fullest, cooperation is necessary for us to do better for future assignments. You should try to be more open to the suggestions of others, Doom-san", declared Momo.

Victor von Doom sighed at her display of exuberance but decided to humor her to avoid further complications.

"I'll try to be more extroverted for the sake of the assignment next time. I'll be sure to let you have first go if we ever partnered up again", said a humored Doom as he began to walk to the exit of the room.

"You know, for someone who's called a squad leader, you don't seem to be a team player", said an irked Jirou who was unemused by the young Latverian's sarcasm.

"Or perhaps I'm just that powerful. It speaks volumes of what you all could see in the near future", said a grinning Doom who kept his head forward to avoid irritating the purple haired girl. As amusing as it would be.

As Victor von Doom left the room, the three Japanese teens remained there contemplating the possible gap between them and the young Latverian. Denki Kaminari was originally nervous about the exercise, believing the foreigner would have given him a world of pain. Thankfully, he got off easily and his opponent was way more chill than he thought. Still, that just means he had a long way before he could reach that form of talent. Jirou Kyoka felt otherwise, the Latverian definitely left an impression on her. Egotistical and judgemental. She just wondered if he was going to be like that for the rest of the year.

Poor Momo Yaoyorozu however didn't put much focus into her teammate's mannerisms. Her mind instead lingered still on the fact that she hadn't done anything during the exercise. Sure, she contributed to their defenses, but she just stood there as her partner used his superior quirk to do all the fighting. Clutching a fist to her chest, she pushes forward to her determination and follows the others outside. There was always next time.

… Meanwhile in Iceland …

The unfortunate Icelandic officer remained unconscious on the cold streets of his town. His internal vision flickered between his dreams and the darkness of his closed eyes. He then realized that he was being shaken by someone to wake up. With a gasp, his eyes opened widely as the first thing he was a teen boy that he and the town knew too well.

"Nirsh, get up. Come on, you need to get somewhere safe", said Ormur as he pulled the man up.

"Ormur, what is happening here boy?", asked Nirsh.

"Probably the first attack on Iceland since… well ever. Some SHIELD agent and I are dealing with it, so don't worry", said Ormur confidently.

At that moment, a chunk of the road was thrown over them as it smashed into a building. Said building was actually where Trickshot was for he was the intended target.

"You missed, Jackass", mocked Trickshot as he shot a trick arrow from his bow.

The projectile zoomed through the air as it made a direct hit to its target. The arrowhead stuck to the chest of Three. The augmented Sons agent looked at the arrow and tried to pull it off. Before they could, it exploded in a flashing eruption. Where Three stood, a black smoking cloud laid. They then emerged from the cloud with the minor scorch marks on his suit.

"Damn Sons, those suits just get stronger with each number. Ormur, get that guy out of here. These freaks are coming in hot", ordered Trickshot as he leaped off the building and shot more arrows midair.

Agreeing with the archer, Ormur carried the officer over his shoulder and leaped to the town's shelter. There the rest of the west valley police stand guard as the civilians sit in wait for their sign of security.

"Everyone in town is there. Don't let anyone out until we've beaten the villains", said Ormur as he gave the officer back to his comrades. He was about to leap back to Trickshot, but was stopped by the town's mayor.

"Ormur, just who are these villains? Why attack Iceland of all places?", asked the mayor who looked rather tired from having to reassure hope for the civilians.

"I honestly don't know, mayor. All I do know is that fighting is my only way of getting answers", said Ormur determinedly as he leaped back to the fight.

Back with the archer, Trickshot continuously evaded several hard attacks as he tried to get any arrows in. Giving his quiver time to recharge, he switches from bow to his Adamantium sword and goes in for a slice. He was able to get a horizontal slash across Three's chest. He expected sliced fabric followed with drips of blood. Instead, he was surprised by the sight of colors other than red to pour out.

Three's chest indeed was wounded, but bled rivers of reds, blues, greens, and any other colors found in a rainbow.

It was then that Trickshot noticed a shadow over him. Looking up, he saw One about to come down on him with a circus style mallet. Moving out of the way, the spot where the archer once was had become an immense cracked pavement by what appeared to be a colorful wooden hammer.

"I'm starting to see a theme with you guys. Trust me when I say it's bringing up some very unwanted memories", said Trickshot as he repositioned with a sword stance.

One and Three ignored him and remained mute. They walked closer to their opponent. One tightened his grip on his mallet as Three claps both hands on the paint bleeding wound on his chest. The multicolored paint in both hands had then turned to several sharp colorful throwing daggers. The Sons agent threw each one in fine synchronization to strike at certain points of Barton's body.

Fortunately, Trickshot was able to slice away at any that were at vital areas. Some however were able to cut at the exposed areas of his arms. Ignoring the blood running down his limbs, he ducked to avoid another swing from One's mallet. He managed to evade enough attacks to escape One's range and jumped back in to deliver a downward slice to the right arm.

One's right arm was then cut off and it fell dead to the ground. It didn't affect the Sons agent though, much to Trickshot's confusion. Instead of expressing pain, the agent reached into the gaping sliced flesh wound with his remaining arm. He then pulled out his new right arm. In appearance, the new limb appears to be the right arm of a person wearing a clown costume.

'Seriously, a clown-based quirk', thought Trickshot as a chill crawled up his spine. He then heard a wet sound from behind. Turning around, he witnessed Three spawning four paint tendrils from his chest wound.

The two augmented attackers then perform a combination attack that whipped the archer upward, only to be pulled back down to the cold street with a slam. Groaning in pain, Trickshot slammed a Nightcrawler pellet and immediately disappeared in a puff of dark blue smoke.

One and Three looked around for their opponent, not knowing that he was on the roof of the police station at the end of the street. The poor sole member of the Barton family was aching in his upper chest. He shifted his body so that his back was touching the roof. Removing the goggles from his eyes, Barney Barton groaned silently to stinging feelings all over his torso. Internally, he really wishes he had a bloodthirsty Punisher with him right now.

"Oh man. Just what am I doing, Clint? From vigilante to a babysitter", said Barney depressingly. He then heard a crackle of lightning from a loud impact and after the sound of road breaking.

Standing up, Trickshot could see his objective confronting the two Sons agents. One stood tall against the possible Asgardian, while Three was planted into the ground. The Asgardian teen glared at the invaders who had ruined the cherished peace that his little town had.

"I don't know why you're here and I really don't care. Whether it has something to do with me or not, you two are the first villains I'm about to fight. For that, I am going to do my damn best to win this", declared Ormur as he got into a boxing stance. The young Icelander's pupils then glow with a bright blue and lightning infused onto his clenched fists.

One dashed towards the teen and smashed the mallet on the top of the youth's head. Upon impact, the mallet head broke into splinters. Ormur grunted in pain at the stinging hit to his head and retaliated by giving a thunderous uppercut to his attacker.

One was launched upward from the mighty hit and crashed onto one of the parked vehicles. Seeing their fellow Sons agent thrown around, Three breaks free from the ground and shoots out his paint tendrils to capture the young Icelander. Ormur was then wrapped in living coils of bright paint. To his dismay, his favorite winter is now covered in paint stains.

The paint tendrils started to become thicker and condensed. Ormur used his lightning to solidify the colorful liquids, but all it did was trap him in a dry tar-like cocoon. The rubbery shell just gets thicker with each coat and soon it will cover his head. Suddenly, four arrows pierced into the paint tar and combusted in a deafening explosion.

Back on the rooftop, Trickshot adjusts his goggles to zoom in on his cargo. From the sight of it, the young Asgardian was physically fine with no wounds. Their clothes, unfortunately, were ruined by the explosion. All that was left was their charred pants. Zooming out a bit, the archer could see the Sons agents slowly getting back up. One was pulling themselves out of the wrecked car and Three who was just a head and torso due to the explosion. More paint tendrils slithered out to replace the lost limbs.

Trickshot sighed at the sight and wondered if all this trouble was worth risking his life.

"Oh screw it. We need the big guns.", said Trickshot as he clicked his communicator. In seconds, the SHIELD vehicle drove itself to their position with the backdoors automatically opened. Jumping off the rooftop, the archer runs to Ormur and picks him off the ground. The young Icelander was up, but a little dizzy from the blast.

"W-what was in those arrows? Man, my ears are still ringing.", whined Ormur as he dusted off the burnt pain from his skin.

"A substance literally more explosive than C4. but that's not important, these dicks can take whatever I got and I'm not taking any chances on whether they got something that could put you down. If we're going to win this, we're going to have to go to the center of this whole mess." said Trickshot as the two ran to their ride. Before they drove away, Trickshot shot one more arrow at the semi-clown themed Sons agent. The result was a bright blue followed by a loud static sound due to a well-aimed electric shock arrow.

"That's right bitch. Follow the birdy.", mocked Trickshot as he and his young cargo drove out of the town.

"Where are we going now? I'm pretty sure tiring them out won't work either.", said Ormur.

"No, but these guys can be beat. Unlimited stamina doesn't mean shit if they can't survive serious firepower. And we're getting just that.", explained Trickshot with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"More serious than your arrows?! What is it? Some SHIELD weapon?", asked Ormur in suspense.

"It's never that simple with these guys. Defeating them is different each time. But that's not what I'm worried about. The fact that they were ready for you means that they know what you're capable of.", explained Trickshot further.

"So what is this firepower? Seriously, what does any of this have to do with me?", asked Ormur with confusion and anxiety.

Trickshot looked at the young Icelander for a moment. The frustration of this whole day was taking its toll on the poor kid. But even still, he knows that this is no mere kid. Only once they reach their ace in the hole, will they truly know just what kind of God this Ormur could be.

"Tell me kid? How much do you know of Norse mythology?"

… Meanwhile at Yuuei Academy …

After the rest of the class had their fun, the time had come for the final battle exercise. Erik Lesher versus Victor Creed. The two had a history in their previous lives. Whether it was in each other's earths or not, one truth remains between them. They just couldn't stand each other. Fortunately, a tolerance was established thanks to Director Carter's guidance and Punisher's discipline. Eventually, that tolerance evolved through years of intense training and grueling missions. It would then become an efficient partnership built from the little mutual respect they have.

But now, they're back at it for just this day. Magneto versus Sabretooth. They would gladly go all out and tear themselves apart if it wasn't for two opposing variables. More unfortunate, the two reincarnates were each assigned to one of them.

"Alright rock head, gimme your name"

As blunt as usual, Victor Creed stood with his arms crossed and looking expectantly to his silent plus nervous partner Koji Koda. Said Japanese teen was in a poor state as he looked down to his boots, not wanting to see the intimidating eyes of his Canadian classmate.

'I th-thought Canadians are supposed to be nicer than this.', thought Koji, shaking on the spot.

"Come on tubby, gimme your name or I'll just have to call you by something so demeaning and inappropriate that I'll get in trouble by All-Might. Do you hear me, teach? I know plenty of things to call this guy. So much that Aizawa might as well want to kick me out of this course.", proclaimed Creed who looked at the camera on the ceiling to address the number one hero. Said pro-hero was quite taken aback by the brashness of his inheritor's neighbor. It seems SHIELD is rather loose with their youth's manners.

Koji had then used hand signals to express his name to the foreigner in front of him. He stopped immediately when he noticed the Canadian face palming at the situation.

"I. Don't. Know. What. This. Fucking. Means. SHIELD didn't teach me sign language bub", growled Creed as he mimicked Koji's hand signals to mock him. The poor young animal whisper only shook more frightened by the foreigner. Fangs gritted and claws out, this was one animal his quirk wouldn't work on.

To class, it looked as if there was going to be another Bakugou. At least this one is less explosive. Some commented on his equally rude behavior and thought he'd already fit the role of a villain. All-Might thought he should bring some focus back into the exercise.

"Three minutes to prepare. Everyone, remember that this is for a grade. So, play nice young Creed.", announced All-Might through his headpiece.

The screen displayed the Canadian angrily punching the fake bomb, leaving a deep dent. Creed then walked out of the camera's view as poor Koji remained shaking in place. On another monitor, it told a different story shown by the hero team of the exercise. A focused and disciplined Erik Lesher walking through the halls with a gitty and playful Mina Ashido not far behind.

The reincarnated Magneto walked through the halls of the simulation building with the purpose of using his magnetism to sense all the metal within the structure. His focus was then disturbed by the sound of wet sliding behind him. He didn't bother turning around and saw no purpose in stopping his partner's childishness. She was young after all but had this been a real battle then he would deliver a severe reprimand to her foolishness. Though, the one thing that did make this serious was the fact that Sabretooth was their opponent. Honestly, he couldn't give a damn about the other kid. Koda, was it?

It was then that Erik sensed a substance flung through his electromagnetic field. The magnetic spectrum emitting from his being shifted to a kinetic orb of a light-purple translucent static energy. Contained in his orb, the young German could only assume that it was his teammate's acid. Looking at the girl, his iconic black helmet hiding his annoyance in its dark shadow, he reminded her what they were supposed to be doing.

"Miss Ashido, I would appreciate it if you didn't sling your acid like water from a damp towel.", said Erik in an authoritative tone.

Young Ashido stopped her sliding and grinned embarrassingly.

"Sorry Lesher-san, I'm just so excited to let loose my quirk. I'm not sure how strong my acid is, but maybe it will get us some points in our overall score. What do you think? Can a super spy like you get us the win?", the playfulness bubbling from Mina's obvious cheery nature was enough to give pause to Erik's concentration.

Internally, Erik analyzed the girl in front of him. Remembering how his two other comrades described their partners during their own exercises, Mina Ashido showed no hesitation or doubt. Which was good but lacked professionalism and statistical intuition. Which was bad. If he had to be honest, it was refreshing to know that he partnered with someone who wasn't afraid or cautious around him.

Then again, that all depended on how their opponents would operate. Knowing Creed, the aggressive Canadian would do the logical thing and take down the weakest first. Which was Mina. Or do the obvious and brave things which would be to go after the German.

Thinking it through, Erik figured it would be wise to explain the circumstances of what their match might become.

"I should be thorough with you, Miss Ashido. Who we're about to face is no joke. He has the same amount of rage as Bakugo if not greater. Instead of blasts, he fights close and ferociously. Your acid could hurt him, but he can easily shrug it off. Victor Creed is a person of endurance. He can fight for days without tiring.", explained a serious Erik.

"Wow. He sounds tough, but we can beat him. Right?", said Mina, a little nervous.

"Fortunately, I alone can keep him down. Long enough for you to reach the bomb and secure us the victory. I doubt his partner has anything to stop you but try to get to the bomb quickly. He's unpredictable at most times, the chances of him getting you first are fifty-fifty.", elaborated Erik.

"Don't suppose he's the kind of guy that doesn't hit a girl?", asked a bit more nervous Mina.

"No, he's the kind of guy that would eviscerate everything in front of him and enjoy it like it was a carnival game. So, it's best if you leave him to me.", said Erik.

"Sounds like a plan. I'll get the bomb and you fight the hardcore wildman. But… wait. Aren't we just doing what Izuku and Ochako did?", said Mina.

"Yes, except we'll have an easier time. Have faith that I can keep him at bay. The rest I leave to you.", said Erik resolutely. Little did he realize, his way of speaking brought Mina's cheerfulness back. She mistook his cold calculative nature for encouragement and sudden.

"You got it! Yeeeeaaaah!", with her optimism back, Mina Ashido continued her sliding as she raced ahead of a now bewildered Erik Lesher. He stared a few more seconds until he decided to just roll with his partner's glee. With a ghost of a smile on his face, he levitated and flew to keep up with her.

With the three minutes up, the match begins with the two teams fated to collide. At least one of them anyway. Victor Creed waited in his corridor for the hero team, more specifically Erik. reviewing his situation, the young Canadian realised now that this assigned partner was a complete coward and lacked any contribution to the team whatsoever. He also realized that he wasn't winning any good student points from All-Might or Eraser-Head. Hell, he was pretty much sure he was going to piss off every other teacher in this school. It was then that his nose picked up the scent of something melting and it was getting closer.

Erik and Mina were about to take a turn, but Creed then ambushed them with a high drop kick. This attack collided with only the German as he imbued his arms with a magnetic force to meet with the Canadian's ramming leg. The pink girl had managed to slide out of the way in time when her partner was pushed back toward her direction. Being a distance away from her teammate, she would then see the two SHIELD youths standing on opposing sides. Cold blank eyes from a dark helmet staring at a ferocious glare matched with a malice grin.

"Tell me creed, what are you going to do now?", asked Erik.

"Whatever I'm about to do, it's better if she doesn't get stuck in the crossfire", answered Creed.

Turning his head to his teammate, Erik meets his eyes with Mina's and asks for one thing.

"Miss Ashido, find the weapon and win the match for us. My annoying comrade and I will be taking our time with what comes next.", said a stoic Erik who then faced the Canadian once again.

Young Mina Ashido observed the scene in front of her for a second and felt goosebumps forming on her skin. She figured what was about to happen was out of her league. Straightening up and nodding, she quickly ran to the next floor of the building.

"I'll find the weapon, Erik-san. Good luck.", called out Mina as she fled from the inevitable warzone.

Upon hearing her, Erik smirked under his helmet and Creed snorted

"How the hell were you so lucky to get someone who can at least take orders with a straight face. I'll admit, yours has mine beat in usefulness.", said Creed as chuckled at his shit luck.

"There's potential in her. I have full confidence in that. But for now, I believe you and I are about to settle something here and now. Settle what? I couldn't tell. So I can only wonder, just what irked you this time?", asked Erik as observed his fellow reincarnate.

"Nothing much really. It's just that I can't remember the last time we tussled. With everything last year, I figured now is the time I finally get a win on you. You goddamn magnetic asshole.", answered Creed as he got into his stance.

"This again. Here I thought it was something meaningful. Very well, it will be your fault that I leave you broken in a crater.", said Erik as he caused the metal platings to break off from their walls.

As each of the platings orbit in certain positions around the German, All-Might observed the situation and what he heard made him concerned. I just hoped the destruction wasn't going to be too much. Behind him, the students were commenting on the type of quirks of the two SHIELD youths that were currently facing each other.

"All-Might Sensei, what kind of quirk does Lesher-san have? From the looks of it, he appears to be manipulating the metal from the walls.", said Eijiro.

"Man, why does SHIELD have such strong quirks? It's pretty much cheating.", whined Mineta.

"SHIELD really knows how to pick em.", said Toru as she remembered the freaky things Eddie Brock could do.

As the rest of the class murmured among themselves, Katsuki Bakugou stands alone at the back with newfound anxiety forming within him. He hid his emotions from the others, but at times he just couldn't keep off the screen. And at some other times, his eyes would shift to the SHIELD youths that were with them. Eddie Brock and Victor von Doom. Both two guys who have quirks that overpowered him. Despite his stare towards them, they didn't acknowledge him and remain focused on their dueling squad members.

Back with the two reincarnated mutants, Erik and Creed both inhale some air. There was a silence between them. Then, Creed pounced with great veracity as his sights are keen on whatever the silver haired German will do next.

Erik remained elevated on the spot as arranged each of the floating metal platings around him. Raising one hand, he thrust his limb forward to launch the plates rapidly. His Canadian opponent didn't falter and maintain his savage grin as he dodged some of the plates. For those he couldn't dodge, he deflected them with powerful slashes.

Creed now draws closer to the master of magnetism. Unbeknownst to him, said walking magnetic had a trick ready as he remained in his position undeterred.

Erik then pointed an open hand at the blonde berserker, closed the hand into a fist, and then pulled it back away. Before Creed knew it, he was collided from behind by a metallic structure. From the corner of his eye, the Canadian could see that what hit him was a wall made from all the metal platings that Erik had peeled from the very building itself.

With force driven speed, Creed was smashed into a room as he and the metallic scraps caused a big hole where the door used to be. After the crash, dust clouds formed and blinded the surveillance camera in the room the Canadian was in. Erik then levitated and flew into the room as the dust cloud completely covered his being.

Back with the class, All-Might and the students watched at the power wielded by the reincarnated master of magnetism. Some were at awe, while some cringed at the thought of facing someone who could manipulate metal. Bakugou continued to shudder as the thought reached him as well. It was then that the building shook as everyone looked up to see the ceiling rumble.

"Whoa, what's happening up there?", asked Ochako worryingly.

"It feels like the building is being punched from the inside. Man, this is getting intense.", said Eijiro as he was feeling both nervous and excited.

"Hey, look at the monitors. They're all blinded by some kind of smoke.", pointed out Sero.

"No, not smoke. Dust. They're making dust clouds from the debris Young Lesher is making with his quirk. I need to stop this. Young Creed, young Lesher, your battle is ruining the building.", said All-Might as he spoke into his transceiver.

However, the two foreign boys didn't respond. All-Might kept trying to call them but hasn't yet got any results. At that moment, Victor von Doom walks up to the monitors. Everyone watches to see what he might do next. What comes next was young Doom hacking into the monitors with his SHIELD communicator. With a swift move of his finger over a summoned holographic screen, the monitor that first showed the battle starting had augmented zoomed in on a corner that revealed a set of displaced transceivers.

"Apparently, teacher, my comrades had taken off their transceivers. They don't wish for their battle to be interrupted. Unless you wish to use the intercoms, your words will not reach them.", explained Doom.

Momo Yaoyorozu then let her opinion be heard.

"They shouldn't have done that. It's a violation of the whole exercise and lessens their barely established grades.", reprimanded Momo.

"What you see is a violation. What I see is them not caring in the slightest. To be honest, I expected this, because I didn't really care much myself.", said Doom nonchalantly.

"Young Doom, this is still a class. Surely as SHIELD youths, they should understand the fundamental importance of what the hero course means to the many generations of pro-heroes who walked Yuuei halls. Other than not obeying the rules of the exercise, they are being uncoordinated and destroying the simulation building. I should stop this.", said All-Might firmly.

"Don't bother. It's almost over. Look at the monitors once more.", said Doom.

After the Latverian said that, everyone watched the screens once more and saw the monitor with Koji Koda. The wide-bodied boy was shivering in front of the bomb as Mina Ashido had just arrived in the room. She held a confident smile as took steps closer to her objective with acid droplets forming on her palms. The Pinkett and the rock headed boy would have then commenced in a funny and perky battle with the bases of their teenage personalities. Unfortunately, the true fighters of the warzone arrived.

Mina and Koda struggled to keep standing as their floor shook violently. Suddenly, it stopped and the two were able to maintain their footing. Until, an eruption occurred behind the pinkett and emerged Erik raising Creed up by the collar as they floated from the hole they made. Using a concussive blast of his own manipulated electromagnetic energy, the German launched the Canadian through one of the pillars.

Creed grunted in agitation as he was implanted into the wall. Forcing through his dizziness, he sees Erik controlling the steel rebar from the ruined pillar and shoots the rods toward him. The blonde was able to pull himself out of his indentation with an upward backflip. As the rebar collided with the area their target originally was, the silver haired teen pulled them out with his magnetism and continued with a flurry of rebar whiplash. Each rebar whipped left wide lashes along the walls as the Canadian dodged each one.

Creed then climbed up a pillar and, before the rebar could nicked his foot, he lounged at Erik with claws. The German immediately brought out two metallic plates from the lower floor in front of him. the claws pierced through the thin metal, but that didn't stop the Canadian.

Creed would then quickly shift what's left of his momentum into his legs and swing an upward kick directly at Erik's head. This caused the German to lose his iconic helmet upon impact with his opponent's boot. This also caused any floating metal to fall back down due to the magnetic teen losing his concentration. The Canadian flicked the plates from his hands and snarled savagely at his fellow reincarnate. He ran up to him and delivered a hard punch to the gut.

Erik coughed up saliva upon the punch, but that didn't deteriorate him. With hatred in his eyes, he imbued electromagnetic energy into his own fist and gave a nasty right hook to the Canadian's mouth. However, it didn't stop there. Both being intoxicated with their fight; they each went blow for blow. Giving each other bruises on their heads and torsos. This fierce exchange ended when the magnetic teen used his magnetism to retrieve his helmet and bashed it against the blonde's face.

It had then gone too far as Creed snarled with a bloody malicious grin and Erik forcefully blew the blood out of his nose as he quickly put his helmet back on. Such tenacity and fighting intoxication being built up, they shouted out at one another.

"You damn magnetic fuck.", roared Creed.

"You idiotic undomesticated animal.", roared back Erik.

The two then charged at each other with fists reeled back for blows to the other's face. More blood would have been spilt if they had not interrupted.

"HERO TEAM WINS"

Both reincarnates stopped their fists as they both faced the other in semi-shocked states. Their fight was over. How? Why? Who dared? Erik and Creed then looked at the bomb positioned in the center of the room. They see Koji Koda shivering and frightened for his life upon their glares landing on him. The two foreigners then looked to the right to where the pink girl was. Mina Ashido was touching the bomb with her right hand as waved to her partner with a nervous smile.

Erik and Creed then lowered their arms and allowed themselves to relax. With their minds mellowed out, they accepted the reality around them.

"Screw it, it's your win this time Erik.", said Creed as walked to the gaping hole in the floor.

"So it is. Though, I believe we went a bit too far.", said Erik as he looked around the damage he caused.

"It's just a mock building. Who cares, and besides the school has plenty of those.", said Creed as he descended to lower floors.

Erik Lesher then turned to face his partner. Mina straightened herself as she and the German teen made eye contact. He let out a sigh that made the Pinkett jolted slightly. He then proceeded to remove his helmet and wiped away any dried blood from under his nose with his gloved hand. Next, he removed his hair band to allow his long silver hair to brisk freely. The pink girl had to admit. The German boy in front of her truly matched her criteria for a hot European guy, both him and the Latverian. she was nearly entranced by his blue eyes until he started speaking to her.

"Miss Ashido, it was a pleasure to have cooperated with you for this exercise. Hopefully next time, it will be less violent than needed due to my immature eagerness for combat. You made the right call for ending before worse things could have happened.", said Erik with sincerity.

"O-oh yeah sure, next time could be way more fun. Maybe I could do the fighting next time.", said Mina cheerfully as she raised a fist in the air.

"Mmph, yes. Maybe.", said Erik with a silent chuckle. The German then levitated away from her to follow the Canadian. Both teams reunited with the rest of the class.

Although they passed, Erik and Mina had the least number of points earned as a hero team. The same was said about Creed and Koda for they were the lowest scoring villain team. But much like their fellow SHIELD youths, the German and Canadian didn't much care for their teacher's approval. They took his light scolding in stride. When the period was reaching its end, the four reincarnates remained at the back of the class and stood silent as All-Might finished his little end of class speech. Once he finished, he sped quickly out of their sight as he left a dust trail. Everyone was then at awe and praising his powerful speed. The four foreign boys behind them weren't so impressed.

"Show-off.", they said internally. The four then left the group of students without bothering to answer their questions of where they were going. They knew exactly where they should be. And thanks to an annoying explosive pest, they will remain there for a while. The most concerned of all the four was Creed. He swore internally that if Izuku was going to be permanently damaged in the future and if it had been because of that damn Bakugou, then he'll tear that jackass apart.

… Meanwhile in Iceland …

In his mind, Ormur could say that he had better days. He had saved people lost in the wilderness in some of them. He had rescued pets that went missing for days. He helped in construction efforts and roadwork for the two towns of the valleys. But if he were to be honest, he'd prefer those days over the current day he was having.

Super-quirked artificial agents from a cult invaded his country, trashing the place around, endangering the people, and hunting him down specifically. For what, Ormur didn't know. All that he got from Trickshot during their chase was that their adversaries were after some sort of relic. A relic heavily related to him apparently. Some hammer buried deep in Iceland's earth that had caused the multiple snowstorms during his childhood.

In Trickshot's own words, "our only advantage is that these dicks don't know shit about the hammer. It has to be you kid. Just make sure not to take too long down there. I'm not sure how many more of my trick arrows will slow them down, so move your ass now."

"Yeah, thanks for the stress.", said Ormur in frustration as he quickened his descent in the frozen cave. From the look of the cold cavern, the archer surely must have done his excavation while he was in Iceland. The strong teen had nearly gotten lost if it wasn't for the elaborate nordic symbol on certain tunnels leading him to the right path. After twenty minutes of cold spelunking, he reached the end of the tunnel to find eerily lit space. In the middle, an object laid on a rocky surface. The indentations on the ground around it said that efforts to remove it were unsuccessful.

Ormur got closer to the object and what it was shocked him. He knew it was some kind of hammer, but there was no way it could have been "that" hammer. The grip. The leather strap connected to the pummel. The silver rectangular shape of the head. It was just too identical to the hammer the old man would tell him stories about. The legendary Mjolnir. The weapon wielded by the Norse God of Thunder, Thor.

Ormur wasn't the best student in some aspects of education, but history was something he excelled at. Specifically, folklore history. The original owner of the orphanage would tell him many tales of the Nordic world. It came to the point where he would dream of such adventures when he was little. But now, it wasn't a dream. The proof was right here. Mythology was real. Just why? Why was he involved in all this?

Ormur wished he could have more time to understand all that was happening right now, but suddenly the cavern shook and explosions could be heard as they echoed from the entrance. He had no time now. If Trickshot truly thinks that he's the only one to pull Mjolnir from the ground, then there's only one way to find out. He hesitates for a bit as he draws his hands closer to the hammer. He could feel a warm presence envelope within him as his palms were a mere centimeter away from gripping the handle.

And then, Ormur gripped it.

It all came back to him. Who he truly was. Who he always was. And thus, thunder roared.

Unfortunately, Trickshot was having a much more painful experience. Back on the surface, the archer of the Thunderbolts was flung like a ragged doll through the snow. His quiver's 3-D printing modules were all depleted and his convertible bow was broken apart due to it being used to take the brunt of a lethal attack. All he had left to fight back with was his Adamantium sword. Despite his overwhelming struggle, he had managed to deal some damage to his opponents. However, the two Sons agents did what they were genetically programmed to. They adapt.

One has lost the parts of his suit that his right arm, pelvis area, and legs. Those parts are now covered by an infused clown getup that emitted by the quirk in his body. Three had become much more bizarre. The only part of the suit that was maintained was the full head covering mask. Beneath the head, Three's body was now a construct of wriggling technicolor paint tendrils.

"You Sons make them weirder each time. Whatever. You haven't killed me yet. So bring it.", said Trickshot, filled with tiredness. He then got into his sword stance.

Three was the first to attack with a flurry of paint tendrils darting towards the archer. With his remaining focus, Trickshot sliced off several of the liquid limbs in fluid motion. Fatigue was starting to get him and he held through long enough until the very last tendrils punched his torso with great force. Had it not been for the material that made up his attire, the attack would have punched into his chest and crushed his heart. Unfortunately, the force was strong enough to send him to the ground and gave him two broken ribs that luckily haven't punctured a lung.

As he laid on the ground, Trickshot could hear new paint tendrils being formed in the distance. He signed at the fact that he was now once again stuck in a "about to die" situation. He picked his head up a bit to see Three getting closer. As the Sons agent was about to be four meters from the archer's position, that's when the clouds got darker. And upon hearing the sound of thunder, the reincarnated Barney Barton smiled.

"About damn time kid. Let's hope you're a Thor.", said a grateful Trickshot as he succumbed to unconsciousness.

One and Three looked at the clouds and their genetic programming tried to rationalize the sudden weather shift. It was supposed to be a constant snowstorm, instead it was becoming a thunderstorm. The ground then shook with tremendous force and something in mock speed burst from the cave far from them. The unidentified object flew high in the air and immediately shot toward Three. The last thing he saw until it impacted his head was a Nordic hammer.

One saw the object turn his partner into a crater and what followed was the most powerful lightning strike ever to be seen in Iceland. He felt his programming surged as a biological sensor alerted him that the very same lighting strike had just disintegrated Three into ashes.

One stood there for a minute and then saw an individual coming out of the crater. The vapors had vanished and revealed it to be Ormur in a very Viking-like attire. His hands and wrists are covered in black cloth wrappings with a piece of armor on top. His legs wear brown boots with fur collars and black trousers. His upper body wears a sleeveless sky-blue tunic and a black leather belt with two gold buckles around his waist. Finally, his head adorns a silver winged helmet.

One stood there and only noticed two major things with the Icelandic teen's transformation. The same hammer that destroyed Three was in the teen's right hand and glowing electrifying eyes seering from the opening of the helmet.

One tried to intimidate his opponent by summoning the same circus style mallet, but twice as big as before. Unfortunately for him, the Asgardian in front of him didn't give a damn.

Pointing Mjolnir at One, the once cautious Ormur now spoke in a booming nordic voice.

"Hear me villain, thy transgressions on this peaceful land have gone long enough. Endangering the mortals. Nearly killing the brave archer. And believing that you and your dead friend could be worthy enough to bring mighty Mjolnir back to your so-called masters. Well, I say naye. Prepare yourself, for you face this son of Asgard.", declared the proud thunderer.

Accepting the challenge, One summoned a second mallet and several circus style cannons popped out of the snow with their aim pointing at the Asgardian. Pointing both mallets at the Asgardian, all the cannons fired with a barrage of devastating explosions. This went on for a couple of seconds until the cannons stopped by One's mental commands. It took a while for the smoke to fade away. Once it did, it revealed Ormur was still standing and unharmed. Not even his attire was ruined. The young Asgardian looked unimpressed and gave Mjolnir a test twirl. Gripping the handle firmly, he nodded to himself and slid his fingers to the leather strap. The hammer then spun in immense speed as the Asgardian got into a stance.

"My turn.", said Ormur who shot through the gap between him and his opponent once Mjolnir stopped spinning.

One raised both of his mallets and was about to strike down the Asgardian. It was a futile attempt for he wasn't fast enough as the hammer wielding teen impacted him like a speeding car going at sonic speed. The Sons agent was then grabbed by the neck and was thrown into the air momentarily just for Mjolnir to strike him upwards further to the sky. As he was now in the clouds, his hearing was blocked by thunder and his sight blinded by lightning. He still had touch and what he felt next was the impact of a blunt object. The hit shattered his ribs. Not long after, a similar hit arrived to mangle his legs. Then another hit bludgeoned his skull. The brutality ended with a strike of lightning

As he fell from the clouds, One was no longer functioning fully. His genetic programming has been fried to hell. His self-repair augmentation could no longer keep up anymore. He couldn't feel his leg getting grabbed by the ankle. The victorious Asgardian then spun the beaten Sons agent as if it was Mjolnir too and promptly threw him so hard that the body left Iceland.

Wherever his broken opponent was now, Ormur didn't care. He descended back to the earth and walked to the downed Trickshot. He tied Mjolnir to his belt and slowly lifted up the archer's head. He stared at the man that brought him back Mjolnir and the memories that came with it. His grandfather's proud face. His mother's warm hug. The antics of his three brothers. And finally, his father's cold scowl. He then looked at his right hand as the phantom pains of the intense training from long ago returned. Even if he was just a child, he was tasked to master Mjolnir and be adept in his lightning enchantments. Through his father's disciplinary methods and his mother's encouraging tales, he was destined to fight many great threats to the nine realms. The frost giants that might one day invade. The world serpent that would one day be awoken. And the dread dragon of darkness that would one day lay waste to Midgard.

Gripping his hand closed, he sighed. The last thing he could remember before his time in Midgard was his grandfather walking with him through a frozen forest. And after, a doorway that leads to that orphanage. The same orphanage where he was never alone. Whenever he was with father, he felt alone. But at the orphanage, there was always someone waiting for him. Donard and Kristine. The kids that he had grown up with and the kids that saw him as the big brother. This is just too much now, and he was tired. Looking back at the mortal that he fought alongside with, so was he.

"Fear not, brave mortal. I shall take you back to the orphanage. There you will truly enjoy your well-deserved rest.", said Ormur as he and the archer flew away.

… Meanwhile at Yuuei …

"Well Eddie, what's the verdict? Is your symbiote healing working for Green Bean here?", asked Creed who sat next to a sleeping Izuku.

"Good news, I repaired his broken arm and patched up the burns. Bad news, I can't really do much for his quirk.", said Eddie, whose symbiote tendrils lingered within Izuku's body.

"So you're telling us that the best you can do for him is be a medkit. I was hoping for an upgrade in his power, so that the four of us don't have to be his damn bodyguards.", said Erik, irritated.

"Hey, I'm just as pissed as you are. I would have thought that I could have done more, but this is the best I could do. At least for now.", said Eddie defensively.

"Nevertheless, the biomatrix is detecting a compatibility between the Klyntar genetics and the quirk gene. Due to Eddie being a Klyntar human hybrid, he can't really bond with someone like the symbiotes from our original lifetimes.", explained Doom performing a bioscan.

Eddie Brock remembered the time when he tried to fuse with Victor Creed. Doing so had different results. The Canadian could smell gasoline and swamp water from his breath. He felt heavier despite a lack of change in body shape. The American tried to form into a full bodysuit, but he could only form into a black covering on certain parts of the Canadian. He could either possess one of the limbs or the whole skeleton from the inside. It seems being a hybrid took away some of the original functions of the symbiote.

"He can't fuse with anybody and yet there's a compatibility with quirks. How come he can't augment the quirk gene to more favorable conditions?", asked Erik, still not liking the results.

Doom cupped his chin and thought of every biological reasoning he could think of for why there exists an indecisive compatibility. Was it due to body type or just differences in DNA strands? Broadening the horizons of his medical and science expertise, he concluded that it has to be a function through a more bizarre version of synergy.

Before he could give a response, Doom and his squad heard voices from outside the nurse's office they were in. entering the room, All-Might in his skinny form and Recovery Girl walked in to be surprised by the sight of the four SHIELD youths surrounding the sleeping Izuku. There was a bit of a pause between the two sides, but luckily Recovery Girl stepped up to settle the awkwardness.

"Alright, enough brooding all of you. We have a patient among us and the last thing he needs is to wake up to a potential argument.", said the elderly hero as she went to her computer to sign up Midoriya for the check in. All the men in the room relaxed and took their seats.

"Now then, if I understand this right. You there, the tall one. It said on your file that you can give medical support with your quirk, is that correct?", quoried Recovery Girl to the New Yorker.

"Yes, nurse. I already healed Izuku, but I only used up only a minimum of my own adrenaline and my nutrients to repair the broken arm and the burns. The physical trauma will have to stay though.", said Eddie.

"Why? The file said that you can heal injured people immediately and even wake them from reaching a coma. Why not wake him fully after repairing him?", asked the elderly nurse.

"You wanna answer that one Doom?", said Eddie who redirected the question to his squad leader. The Latverian sighed and turned to Recovery Girl.

"The physical trauma being left in Izuku's arms is key to maintaining muscle memory for the body to adjust better to his quirk. If Eddie Brock were to heal Midoriya entirely, then all progress to advancing One for All would have been erased. I've spent the last year studying this quirk to understand this basic fact. Am I correct, All-Might?", explained Doom who then directed the conversation to the number one hero.

"You really are the smartest youth SHIELD has to offer. You are right to make that analysis. Though it was supposed to be an exercise, the battle with Bakugou has truly tested young Midoriya's endurance and quick thinking. The progression of this power is indeed painful and, unfortunately, each ache makes it go further in its strength.", confirmed All-Might.

"But is that really a good thing? This is only the second day and he is already a regular in this office. Why didn't you stop them, All-Might!?", berated Recovery Girl.

The four reincarnates sat there for the last five minutes watching a small old lady scolding a skinny adult who is supposed to be the symbol of peace. On the outside, they kept their stoic expressions. On the inside, they were chuckling like they're watching a funny cartoon. It finally got back to being serious when All-Might pleaded for the nurse to lower her volume when speaking about One for All. The four SHIELD youths smirked internally upon hearing that they are among the few that knew the full scale of how the powerful quirk truly functioned.

The good moods finally ceased when All-Might foretold what might come for society if there wasn't someone to bear the weight upon their shoulders. "Without such a symbol, the society of superhumans would fall to evil.", proclaimed All-Might. The former villains themselves could see such a reality being possible. For all they know, they lived through such realities already. Despite being a big flashy hero ranked first on the top ten list, there was no doubt that Toshinori Yagi is the truest form of a hero on this earth.

In a way, the four boys had a little bit of pride swell up inside them at the memories of the heroes they used to call enemies. The Fantastic Four. The X-men. Spider-Man. This man, All-Might, truly showed heroic characteristics that can be found in their former arch enemies. This fact alone proves the gap between the number one hero and the rest of the pathetic lot that exists. The discussion ended with Recovery Girl telling All-Might to become a better mentor for his successor's sake. Though they didn't say verbally, Doom and Creed heavily agreed with the notion given by the old nurse.

Recovery Girl assured the pro-hero and the four SHIELD youths that she will keep Midoriya under her care until he wakes up. She also reminds them that they each have something scheduled for them. All-Might changed to his baggy yellow suit and left to submit the grades from the battle trials. The four foreign boys changed back into their Yuuei uniforms. They walked through the empty halls and spoke to one another on their fights with their fellow highschool peers.

"I seriously can't believe peppermint emo jackass didn't use his fire on me.", said Eddie, irritated.

"You're still bitching about that. You won, just be happy about it.", said a bored Creed.

"It was his own fault for not giving his all. If this Todoroki wishes to become a liability for the hero community, then so be it. His issues are none of our concern.", said Erik.

"Agreed. Don't let me get to you Eddie. We must focus on our true objective. Keep our cover maintained to avoid suspension and secure the target safely from any probable threats. Midoriya and his inherited quirk must never be revealed to the public. Such power could lure adversaries of any scale.", said Doom.

"I know, but it still gets me. He had a way to win, but rejected his own power. I hate it when somebody is being a half-ass.", said Eddie.

"To hell with him then. Give yourself some credit bud. Everyone in the monitor room was in shock and awe at the ass kicking you gave him. I wouldn't be surprised if any of them are jealous of us.", said a smug Creed.

"I'd say they were more nervous than jealous. All except that frog girl though. When that match ended, she came up to us and asked about you, Eddie.", said Erik to the New Yorker.

Hearing that Tsuyu had asked about him, Eddie perked up a bit and immediately forgot about Shouto.

"Wait, she really asked about me. What did she say? What wanted to know?", asked the American, a bit more excited than usual.

The Latverian, German, and Canadian looked at him with slight confusion. Eddie's quirk Emotional Sonar quickly told him that were put off by his sudden curiosity toward the frog girl. He then calmed himself down and thought of an excuse.

"I'm just curious. It's like Creed said, we could be a challenge to everybody in this school. It could help our cover if maybe we could cool it with the whole intimidation feel.", said Eddie in an attempt to save the image.

Luckily for him, his three squadmates just bought it and let it slide. Doom thought nothing of it, believing that it was merely his Klyntar side acting up again. Erik thought the same, believing that the American was just getting hungry. Creed however knew better. He didn't show it, but he smirked internally at the thought of how hilarious it was to see the all scary Venom being turned on by some Japanese chick with a Froggy side. He guessed that spending nine months in another country would make a man get interested in the native fruits. For now, he'll just keep that to himself and keep observing how his New York teammate will turn out.

"It matters not what she thinks of you, Brock. It shouldn't matter what any of them think of us. This is a school where the youths of this country are to be molded into the next generation of heroes. The other courses in this academy have their excuses, but to become a hero is a complicated business that requires an absolute equilibrium. We already know who we are. They don't.", proclaimed Doom.

"Wise words Doom, but it isn't safe to challenge the oblivious norms that the current humanity has believed in for so long. These people still believe in the fantasy that All-Might will last forever and keep the bad people at bay. This society is like a bomb that should've exploded long ago.", queried Erik.

"If these people can't keep their shit together, then they're a waste of time. Saving the people is one thing, but it's a whole other bullshit when they ask you to pick up after their shit. Pleasing everybody is just too much of a hassle. Green Bean, Frog girl, hell even firecracker. All of these students are just working too hard for an unforgiving audience.", said Creed.

"It doesn't have to be like that though. The four of us could show them how they could make their own differences in society. It would be unfair to just let them get sucked into all this celebrity bullshit.", said Eddie.

The four reincarnates noticed that they were reaching the class 1-A door. Doom took the lead and gripped the handle. He opened the door to see that the class was about to begin the 6th period class. All eyes were on them now. Some looked in excitement, while others were nervous. The foreigners walked in and took their seats.

"Sorry that we're late.", said the four simultaneously. The rest of the class sweat dropped at the nonchalance from their foreign classmates. However, some of them really wanted to talk to them about their amazing quirks and how they won their matches. Despite there being a lesson taught to them, the Japanese students except Iida were focused more on their experiences in the battle trial. For some, the ecstatic greetings for their green-haired students were inevitable.

Doom and Erik were the only ones among the four who paid attention in class. Eddie and Creed had their eyes on the board, but they were actually sleeping with eyes open. A little trick they adopted during their grueling training back on the Helicarrier. The class went by fast and ended when the teacher left the room. The students immediately split into groups for the typical socializing done among teenagers. Ochako volunteered to go bring the textbooks for everyone. Kaminari volunteered to go with her mainly to see if he could get to know her.

The four reincarnates remained in their desks, not wanting to speak with these excitable children. Truly, a dreadful reminder that they're adults trapped in the bodies of teenagers.

Doom was about to reach for his backpack to leave the room. Since this was the final period, there was no need to remain in this school any further. But of course, he was cursed to not have what he wanted.

"Hey Doom, your quirk is really strong. Man, I bet you had the fastest match time.", said Eijiro with a cheerful grin.

'Well of course, showing off is a waste of time and serves no purpose to the situation. Nor will I degrade myself to wanting to impress the teacher, no matter who they are.', thought the Latverian. He wished he could say these words, but knew that they may not be acceptable to such a lot like the happy go lucky redhead in front of him. And thus, he maintains his facade.

"Quite the exaggeration, but I do pride myself as a man who wins. Though, I do apologize to miss Yaoyorozu for not being an ideal teammate.", said Doom as he tries to not sound smug. A part of him wanted to smirk when he heard Momo huffed in indignation.

"Still badass though. All four of you SHIELD guys have some major power at your side. Even Bakugou, Todoroki, and Midoriya. The matches you guys had been in so intense. I really wonder how your quirks work. They're just so different from some of the quirks here.", said Eijiro.

The four foreigners shrugged as they thought their matches were merely good stress relievers. Todoroki remained quiet but gripped his left side tightly. Something that Eddie caught immediately. Bakugou however had his head down and shivered in place. Not long after, the explosive teen grabbed his backpack and left the room before anyone could stop him. The four reincarnates didn't care for him. Erik refocused the group back towards the discussion.

"We each have certain attributes that allow us to perform our fullest potential. Our SHIELD training made it so that our quirks progress faster than it normally would if we had remained civilians. The current power we're at is the result of such focus.", explained Erik.

"I mean yeah, but don't you guys get a break. It sounds like SHIELD made you way too serious. Not really a fun childhood for you guys.", said Mina.

The four boys resisted a twitch in one of their eyes. Their silence did send the message to the pink girl about the gravity of her statement. She blushed at her guilt and immediately waved her hands at the German frantically.

"W-wait, that came out wrong. I'm s-sorry, I didn't-", said Mina apologetically but was cut off by Erik raising his hand to her.

"It's fine, Miss Ashido. SHIELD picked up what was rubble and forged us into something stronger. We owed them these desired results and we willingly delivered. That's all there is to it.", said Erik assuring her.

Though she was grateful for no repercussions, the guilt still lingered in mina. It was so easy to forget that Europe was still in the Civil War considering that they were still at it. But it was a whole other thing when actually meeting somebody from there. The stoic Latverian and the cool collected German. These two have obviously been through a lot.

The class had their own opinions of the European civil wars. Some of them keep silent to avoid any tension with foreigners. Others actually would like to know what the situation was like. Such war had been at it since before any of them were born. Still, Mina Ashido wanted to at least prove to the German in front of her that she was alright with anybody, no matter the nationality.

"I mean it's just… I think you guys are intense, but you guys have this part of you that's pretty rad. I didn't see the fight that you and Creed-san had, but from what it felt it must have been hardcore.", exclaimed Mina with newfound excitement.

A part of Erik at that point was beginning to admire the pink girl's determination to stay positive. A character trait that was so easily diminished and ruined by the evils back in his original Earth. She made a clear point herself that youth is a time so heavily underappreciated. The time when Xavier and he were young adults were indeed the most fun years of his life. Traveling the world. Battling discriminating foes. To go through comradery in the harshest times. One fond memory that he had with Xavier was when they went for drinks in a South American bar. They were mostly expecting a quiet night of drinking, but after the third round of shots a pair of Brazilian beauties appeared behind them. Both of them were sisters and had wrapped an arm around the two mutants. Good ole Charles swoon his date with his well-mannered charms, while the master of magnetism had his own tricks to make his date melt.

Erik Lesher wondered if those old tricks still work.

"Whether it was intense or hardcore, not all of the damage I caused was my doing. And of course, I didn't want my teammate to get caught in the middle of a personal quarrel. After all, we can't have someone as eccentric and lively as you hurt on the first day. Wouldn't you agree?", said Erik with so much confidence and charm. To drive it home, he did an old trick of his as he asked at the end. He pulled back a handful of the bangs of his long silver hair and offered a small smile that made the pink girl's face a deeper shade of red.

"U-uh okay.", said a wistful Mina who was trying to regain her cool. She didn't know what hit her, but this hot German boy made her heat up with no effort. 'Was this something also taught to them by SHIELD?', thought Mina as she still struggled to hide the warmth of her face.

Erik Lesher however felt his ego getting the recharge it deserved. Guess he still got it.

Creed scoffed at the casanova tactic played by the German. Then again, he remembered one time that Erik had told them stories of when Charles and him were young adults. He calls bullshit that Professor X was a lady's man. Then again, there was that one alien royal from some galactic empire that had the hots for the bald mutant.

It was then that Creed smelled a familiar scent coming to the room. Opening the door, Izuku entered with a casted arm. The Canadian was about to call him over, but he was stopped when some of the students crowded around the green haired fanboy. They all said their names and greeted him excitedly. The Latverian grunted in annoyance at their loudness. The German and American were indifferent about it, accepting the fact that these students were going to be like this often.

Creed was already okay with it. His neighbor needed to make more friends than just his four bodyguards. For this to work, the four have to have a minimum distance between them and Midoriya. That didn't mean he won't give back up to the fanboy when needed.

When Ochako came back, Izuku asked her if she had seen where Bakugou had gone. She told him that he might have left for the day. Rushing out of the room, the fanboy didn't notice Doom had been watching him with scrutinizing eyes. Gritting his teeth, the Latverian got up and left the room to follow his objective. Some of the students noticed the Latverian leaving suddenly. They asked the other three foreigners why he had gone up and left to follow Midoriya. The three shrugged and answered with an "It's what he does". But on the inside, the three reincarnates knew that for a fact that everything Doom does, he does for a reason.

… Outside of the main Yuuei building …

Katsuki Bakugou has had enough of this terrible day. This was just the second day and already he had gotten his first loss. And to Deku of all people. What's worse was that the shit didn't stop there. Todoroki. Ponytail girl. And those damn foreigners. Hell, the American beat Todoroki. The Latverian completely overshadowed ponytail with that insane quirk. And then there was the Canadian and German. Those two went at each other way worse than Deku and him.

This day was too much. He just needed to leave. Get away from the overwhelming reality he found himself in. Just why? Why did he have to know now that there were people stronger than him?

"KACCHAN"

Katsuki froze there and slowly turned his head to see the source of his suffering. Standing not too far from him, Deku stood with a broken arm sling in a cast. The two stood there with both having a hard time expressing to the other. Or in Bakugou's case, lack of wanting to.

Midoriya himself struggled to know just what to say to his former friend slash bully. It was something he swore to never say to another person, just as All-Might and him agreed upon. He hasn't hasn't even told his mother of their secret. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he looks to the ground and opens himself up to the person he both admires and fears.

"I can't say much. But you should know this, at least.", said Izuku with resolution in his voice.

"I got my-", just before he could confess a portion of his secrets. An arm ringed around his neck and pulled him into a tight side embrace.

Izuku didn't have to turn his face to who it was. The burning glowing green pupils belonging to a pair of scowling eyes could be felt outwardly. It gave the young fanboy chills to his very core. Just how can one person have such terrifying anger and allow it to be so silent. Bakugou, however, renewed his scowl at the sight of another one of his reasons of suffering.

"Come now, Midoriya. You really shouldn't bother a person when they aren't in the mood to talk. Especially when you "mistakenly" allow yourself to be so open with important information.", said a stoic but calm Victor von Doom, who tightened his arm around Izuku.

Doom's eyes then shifted to Bakugou and he decided to send off the explosive blonde with some much needed advice.

"Hear me, Katsuki Bakugou. This is a hero highschool. An educational facility that creates the next line of heroes that will protect society and allow the older heroes to pass on to retirement. The last thing a place like this needs is a couple of children so bent up on past events in their childhood that their relationship has devolved into a disgusting form of a toxic friendship. This isn't some anime you watch on your Saturday nights, so try to not bother everyone with your pathetic rivalry.", said a demeaning Doom who refused to allow anyone to get in the way of the mission. Let alone some pestering explosive child.

The result was silence. Izuku was at a loss. He couldn't find the words to respond. Either it was his ignorance or the arm around his neck that was nearly choking him. He wanted to defend himself. Give reason to why Bakugou should know. But those eyes, the Latverian holding him back was just too intense to challenge.

For Bakugou, he has had enough. It was as if this whole day was trying to piss him off at that point. Losing. Weakness. Judged. And now, scolded. That's it.

"What the hell? Are you SHIELD bastards and Deku really teaming up now just to keep making a fool out of me? That's it, isn't it. Well go ahead, I deserve it. Everything that's happened, only showed me one thing. I lost. I lost to Deku. And if that wasn't enough, I could lose to any of you pricks. Icy bastards. You foreign jerks. Damn it, I even agreed with ponytail. My attacks in that fight were just so stupid. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Why?!", yelled and sniffed Bakugou who shook with emotion.

Izuku and Doom watched Katsuki express himself to the fullest. The former felt the rising determination from his former childhood friend, while the latter didn't care for any of it in the slightest.

"You two better be ready for the rest of the year. Because from here on out, I'm going to beat you all. Enjoy your win, Deku. It'll never happen again.", declared Bakugou as he turned away from the two to continue his walk off the school grounds.

Making sure the Katsuki boy was far enough, Doom released Izuku from grip and looked down at the coughing boy. Izuku was breathing raspingly and massaging his neck. He looks up to meet the Latverian's scowl.

"Let me ask you this, Izuku Midoriya. Why are you so obtuse? Did you forget that absolutely no one must know of "our" secret? What of this pathetic wretch makes him so worthy of your attention?", said Doom in a slight growl.

Izuku tried to find the words to defend himself, but before he could, All-Might suddenly rushed into the scene with great speed. The number one hero grasped the young Bakugou by his shoulder and gave him an inspiring speech to raise the teen's spirit. Unfortunately, young Bakugou told him to let go and that he'll be the next number one hero.

All-Might allowed the explosive teen to walk away and realized just how intense these new students were. Turning around, he's his successor being looked down on by one of the SHIELD youths. Young Doom didn't look too happy with poor Midoriya. Coughing into his hand, the pro-hero was able to get their attention.

"Now then, what appears to be the problem here?", said All-Might maintaining his cheerful stoic demeanor. At that moment, Izuku rose a bit higher, and Doom crossed his arms.

"It seems the inheritor of certain power isn't committed to the concept of secrecy. He was so eager to reveal a certain aspect to a fellow peer that proves to be quite dire to how he obtained such an ability. As his monitor, it's your responsibility to discipline him. Less he reveals himself more of a liability than a dependable hero", proclaimed Doom with hate in his voice.

All-Might sweatdropped at the seriousness of the Latverian, while Izuku flinched at the scolding from his bodyguard. The number one hero was quick to forgive but reminded his appearance of the severity of the quirk. Izuku continued to express guilt. Doom grunted in dissatisfaction, believing that the display of discipline in front of him was insufficient to send the message straight to the fanboy. Leaving the two in discussion about Bakugou, the Latverian reunited with his squad to discuss further needed surveillance on their objective. He too felt tired on this day.

… Meanwhile at Kurai Junior High …

The school day has ended for all districts in each prefecture. By this time, both Kurai Junior High and Somei Private Middle School have let their students be dismissed. Some students stayed behind to enjoy the company of their clubs. The Kurai Hawks have grouped up by the back of the school with each member packing a different item for their big bashing on Lulu. One had a camera to take pictures for the boss's enjoyment. One brought scissors to cut up the clothes of their target. One brought a fire extinguisher to plow foam onto the poor girl. And the rest, they brought a long list of things that their boss wanted to be used on Lulu.

The boss of the Kurai Hawks was the tallest middle schooler there. His name is Juoi and he had a bone to pick with the girl that rejected him. Once he and his gang are through with whatever they like to do with disobedient little skanks, they'll savor the pictures they take and sell them to some other pervert. This was going to be good. Probably if they have the time, they could show the pictures off to that feather headed nerd just to see if it will make him cry.

They all laughed at the memories they had with the times they bullied the weaker Somei students. They were about to move out and get started on hunting down that Lulu girl, but they then heard someone walking behind them. The bullies of Kurai looked behind them to a scowling foreigner in the Somei uniform. Some scoffed and spat at the sight of him.

"And who the hell are you? Some exchange student in Somei? ", asked a mocking Juoi.

The scowling foreigner looked to be the height and age for a second year. He said nothing and cracked his knuckles. The way he carried himself pissed off Juoi to no end and made the older teen march at him.

"You think your hot shit, huh gaijin? Nobody messes with the Hawks.", declared Juoi as he got closer to the foreigner.

'Well, better use it now or never.', thought the foreigner.

"Just who the fuck are you?", asked Juoi again as he grabbed his agitator by his collar. Unfortunately for him, the gaijin gripped his wrist so hard it sprang and then proceeded to knee his nuts. Followed with a hard punch to the gut. A backhand to the face. A hard stomp to the foot. Finally, several solid punches to the face with the last punch knocking him to the ground.

The gaijin let out a breath as some of the Hawks took a step back. He scowled at them all once again and let his bone claws out.

"The Wolverine"

… Meanwhile on the other side of Kurai …

"Okay, see you tomorrow Lulu.", waved a Kurai girl as she walked away to her ride.

"Okay, see ya.", waved back Lulu as she remained on the bench. She sat there and struggled to decide whether or not to call her mom to pick her up. Or to just walk back home herself. She really didn't want to do the latter. Since the beginning of the day, a lot of the Kurai students had told rumors of the Hawks planning on making a hit on a girl student.

Lulu knew it was probably going to be her. After all, she rejected the advances of their leader Juoi, and since then there had been threat messages all over her locker and desk. A part of her had accepted her fate and remembered how it usually goes on in this school. The upper classmates were so inclusive to themselves, because of their rivalry with Somei. The teachers keep stressing the students out. And finally, and obviously, this place had a bullying problem.

There are some good things though. Lulu had made friends with most of the girls in her year. She receives really helpful tutoring from the librarian. And she is the current highest grade among her peers. Although she would like to one day return to Somei and be with her very first friend, she knows she could never go back since she had already made a stand in Kurai. And especially, if that Silver Clan is still there. She sighed at the reality of it. The second son of Iida family graduated and thus the family of the Silver Samurai took the role of most influential lineage.

Lulu just wishes that she could see Yokuto again.

"Lulu", said a voice all too familiar to said girl. She turned her head to see a boy with feathery hair.

"Yokuto", said Lulu in surprise.

The two long lost friends stared at one another for several seconds. Yokuto was about to speak, but Lulu ran up to suddenly hug him. She looked up to him with a worried expression.

"What happened to your eye?! Why is it all purple?! And your arms. They're covered in bruises. Did the Hawks do this to you?", asked Lulu frantically.

Yokuto just watched as the girl he cared so much about was now in distress for his own condition. Even though it should be the other way around. This guilt for not being with her when she was in trouble with the Silver Clan had been eating at him ever since the transfer. He doesn't care about the hierarchy of Somei anymore. He just wants Lulu back.

"Lulu, I'm sorry.", said Yokuto with so much sadness.

"Why are you apologizing? You're the one that's hurt. These damn bullies always go for you. They do this to you, because of me.", said Lulu with tears threatening to pour out.

"I suffered all of last year and summer if it meant you'd be safe. I hope nothing has happened to you yet.", said Yokuto as he straightened himself.

Lulu shook her head to confirm him. Yokuto sighed in relief that all the hell endured wasn't for nothing. The rosy eyed girl would then tell of her whole first year in Kurai. She then explained the times when she had made friends and the times when she avoided trouble. The moment they could have shared had they not been separated by cruel circumstances.

"We'll find a way to get you back to Somei. We could be close again. I don't care what it takes. I miss you so much Lulu", said Yokuto passionately.

"Me too, Yokuto. But we both know why I can't return. The Silver Clan had used their influence to persuade the principal to transfer me to Kurai with no way to come back. Even if I could transfer to other schools, that we'll just take too long and hurt my grade. And even if that wasn't the case, I could never come back to that place. Not with the Silver Clan still attending there. I'm so sorry.", said a sad Lulu.

Yokuto had started to become depressed and realized that there was no hope to have Lulu back. Just as he was about to accept his shallow reality, the rosey girl grabbed his hands and brought them up. She looked deep into his saddened eyes with her determined ones.

"There are other reasons too. I've made friends here that need my support. They have dreams and so do I. So let's make a promise. After we graduate middle school, let's reunite and get accepted into Yuuei.", declared Lulu with eagerness.

Yokuto was stunned by such a declaration. To reunite in Yuuei, the top hero school of the country. Is she really trying to be a hero in training? Is he even capable of going such a path? He struggled to find a reasoning for how he could. But looking deep into Lulu's eyes, her fires of determination. All reasoning went out the window and he made the biggest decision of his life.

"Okay, let's do this. I promise that I will see you again in Yuuei Academy. Let's be heroes together, Lulu.", promised Yokuto with a newfound purpose.

A smile sprouted on Lulu's face and she embraced the feather haired boy in a tight hug. He hugged back with a renewed spirit to achieving his own dreams. He didn't know what it was, but he did know that Lulu was in it. They stayed in their embrace until a car horn had honked from across the street.

Lulu noticed that it was her mother's car. She guessed she didn't have to call her after all. She gave Yokuto one last tight hug and ran to her mother. The feather haired teen waved goodbye as he saw his one true motivation is driven back home safely. He felt accomplished and proud. For once, something went his way. But now, a new concern came to his head. How was he to prepare himself for the coming years if he was ever going to be accepted to Yuuei? That's when he remembered someone.

"Logan-san", said Yokuto as he rushed to the otherside of the Kurai building. He struggled for breath and lacked the stamina to run around a perimeter that was larger than a gas station. He wheezed with each exhale. He damn himself for not being athletic. How was he supposed to get accepted into Yuuei if he was as pathetic as a larva?

With wobbly legs, Yokuto had finally reached the back section of Kurai and what he saw stunned him to no end. On the ground, several Kurai Hawks were beaten and silently crying for someone to give them mercy. One was crawling toward the feather haired teen. The beaten student's Kurai uniform is covered in dirt and claw marks. The sleeves and lower pants had scratch marks trailing small blood stains.

"Please help. He's an animal. It's like nothing tires him.", said the Kurai senior just before he passed out.

Yokuto looked up from the knocked-out student to see Logan holding up Juoi up Juoi by his collar. His left hand with its sharp pointy bone claws dangerously inching close to the bully's face. A scent then reached the Canadian's nose and later to the nose of the feather haired teen, the foul odor alerted both of them that the leader of the Kurai Hawks had just pissed himself. The claw sheathing victor growled an ultimatum in Japanese to the urinated loser.

"I'm going to say this once and only once. If I ever find out that you and your gang try anything to the girl, I will hunt you all down and make sure these claws are put in you. Got that?", growled a snarling Logan.

Poor Juoi who was now a fountain of piss merely nodded in obedience and fear. Unfortunately, Logan wasn't done.

"One more thing, but I'm going to say it in english. Mainly because I want to get through with this and go home. Somei is now my turf. I see you and these bitches anywhere near there. then you better know how to swim, because the only way you're ever going to get away from me is to leave the country and take your chances with the ocean. Are we clear, bub?", declared Logan who was sounding even more mad.

The piss drenched bully just kept nodding in hopes to be released. Logan finally let go and Juoi fled in such a traumatizing state, not caring that his fellow bullies were still on the ground. Yokuto just couldn't believe that a new student from his school could do so much damage to his tormentors. The last time he checked Canada was supposed to be a friendly place. Truly, the foreigner in front of him was astonishing.

"Logan-san, are you alright?", asked the nervous Yokuto.

"Never better, feathers. It feels good, you know. Fighting guys who deserve it. I even snagged one of these off them.", said a smiling Logan as he held up a cigar.

"You know smoking is bad for your health, right?", asked Yokuto, looking disapproving at the object in the Canadian's hand.

"I say it's a win. I help you save your girl and beat up a few guys, I get a little something for the trouble.", said Logan as he cut the end of the cigar and lit it with a match.

Yokuto wondered why his foreign classmate had a book of matches on his person. Little did he know that a book of matches is what Logan gets for his birthday every year from Victor Creed back in Canada. That tradition was broken when they arrived in Japan a few months ago. October 29th is the day the reincarnated Wolverine was brought into this quirk-filled Earth. On that day in Japan, the older Canadian decided it would be best to give his younger adopted brother some clothes instead.

After taking a long inhale from the cigar, the exhale of smoke brought out many complex feelings within Logan. Sadness was the most noticeable one. Looking back at the Cigar, he took one more huff and threw it away. Yokuto noticed that the Canadian wasn't speaking much now, a very sudden change to what he was a few seconds ago. The two walked together in silence for a while. They remained like that all the way to the train station where they will depart from one another. But before the train could arrive, Yokuto decided to share with Logan his dream.

"Logan-san, what do you plan to do after Somei?", asked an anxious Yokuto.

Logan looked at him weirdly and figured that he should just answer honestly.

"Go to Yuuei and be a hero, why you ask?", he responded and noticed the surprise in Yokuto's eyes.

"Very well then, can I ask you something else?", asked the feather haired teen with slight excitement. The Canadian nodded for him to continue.

"Thanks to you, Lulu will be safe now. As you had dealt with the Kurai hawks, I managed to find her and tried to convince her to come back to Somei. Unfortunately, she told me that she already has a place in Kurai. But before she departed for home, we promised each other that we would meet again in Yuuei. So I beg of you, please train me to be as athletic and confident as you.", pleaded a bowing Yokuto.

Logan didn't know what to say. Mainly because the sight of a person he barely knew bowing to him was just too cringey. That's when he noticed something in Yokuto's left hand. It was the pair of broken glasses that he had been wearing since the day he was saved from the beating he took in that alley. It seems he didn't have time to buy a new pair. The young Canadian scratched his head and groaned at the fact that he was going to be stuck with somebody who was a bit on the weak side. Nevertheless, it would be good to have an acquaintance in that damn school.

"First off, Feathers, I'm gonna need you to stop bowing. It's embarrassing. Second, if I do this for you, then you need to follow me at the same pace. No slowing down, got that bub.", declared Logan with a strict voice.

Yokuto rose up with determination in his eyes. Logan was slightly impressed by the scrawny teen's sudden bravery. He guessed this Lulu girl is really that important to the guy.

"Yes, I will follow you to Yuuei academy and there I will be reunited with Lulu. For her, I will never be the weak Yokuto I've always been.", said Yokuto determined.

"Now don't get all preachy, I'm just starting to tolerate you. We'll figure out your training regimen later. Right now, my train is here. So, see ya tomorrow Feathers.", said Logan as he boarded his train. The door closed between them and the last thing the young Canadian saw before departing from the station was a small smile on Yokuto's face. Come to think of it, that's the first he saw a smile on Feathers since he first met him.

The train ride back to his apartment was as mellow as usual. Thankfully, there weren't as many people in the train car as there usually would. With the breathing space, Logan could have time to think. It looks like he's stuck with Yokuto for the rest of Middle school and possibly Yuuei too. Maybe if the feather haired teen is lucky, he might get recruited by SHIELD and becomes the Canadian's first squadmate. He scoffed at the thought of it. Still, he's already done much for Feathers. Maybe training him could help the last Howlett to expand his approach with others, or maybe give a lot of headaches in the future. Somei was going to become more interesting now.

… Meanwhile at the apartment of the Midoriyas and the two Canadians …

"No. For the last time, we're not going to put drones on Green Bean. he doesn't need to be put on a monitor like some inmate.", argued Creed.

Before the young Howlett could arrive, Victor Creed was already in the apartment and currently having a debate with his squadmates. Victor von Doom had revealed to them that Izuku had nearly revealed a key function of One for All. Erik Lesher was already dissatisfied with being acquainted with the green haired teen, so this had greatly made him dislike the young Midoriya even more. Eddie was just way too tired and really wanted to go to bed. After hours of arguing about what to do with Midoriya, the German and the American went to bed. The Latverian and the Canadian were left in the virtual chat to beckering for the night.

"Midoriya is so weak-minded and insecure that he would blatantly give away important information to anyone. Whether he was going to be vague or not doesn't excuse such an action. Thankfully, Katsuki Bakugou was so simple minded to believe that my interference in that moment was merely a display of discouragement.", explained Doom with a tired, but aggravated tone.

"Firecracker ain't our problem. I could just kick his ass and deal with the legal shit later. Izuku just needs some support and he'll be fine.", said Creed in a matching tone.

"It isn't that simple, Creed. Honestly, I wonder why Director Carter has me in the same team as you.", said Doom, more aggravatedly.

"Whatever. Look if it will calm your ass, then I'll talk to him about it tomorrow. Alright, goodnight.", said Creed dissmidly as he shut off his SHIELD communicator.

Creed then pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned in annoyance at the Latverian's constant paranoia. Though, his squad leader wasn't wrong. What Izuku was about to tell that explosive punk was just way too highball to reveal. The whole point of being bodyguards to this idiot was to keep One for All a secret. No hints or leaks. Seriously, not telling his mother and just telling his bully. There was a part of Creed that wanted to punch the young Midoriya in the gut, but he rescinded those thoughts.

The apartment door opened, and Logan's scent was picked up.

"Arguing with your team again.", said the younger Canadian.

"Nothing too damn serious. Fucking Doom just needs to back off and stop being tense. Like you think the guy could just calm his shit down, so that the rest of us can get a break. Fuck me, he's a bitch.", said a tired Creed.

"I bet. How's your day anyway?", asked Logan as he got two sodas.

"Learn some boring stuff. Learn some shit I already knew. And at the end, I got to fight Erik. Just wish I didn't lose though. How about you?", responded Creed as he opened his can.

After a sip of his drink, Logan recapped all he did after school. They shared laughs at some of the things the young Howlett did to the Kurai Hawks. Creed laughed even harder when he heard his little brother was stuck with a scrawny weakling for the rest of Middle school and in Yuuei. Something he definitely sympathizes with.

… Meanwhile in Doom's apartment …

Victor von Doom rubbed his eyes in dreariness and annoyance. He really needed sleep and possibly painkillers for his headaches. Rising both his hands up, he brought up a wall of numerous holographic screens. Each one showing things to do in the coming year. Things Doom could easily accomplish in days if he had the tech pre-made. Bringing each one closer to him, he checks them to see which one is nearly done. The first screen showed some missing doctor's theories on Quirk Singularity. The Latverian swiped left for later. Second screen, new models for the next generation of helicarriers. Swiped left. Third screen, an unfinished list of contingency plans for when allies become enemies. Swiped left. Fourth screen, designs for a full auto-functional network of drones that monitor every prefecture in Japan. Swiped left. Finishing touches to his mark one armor. He smiled and then swiped right.

The screen then expanded into a whole holographic display of various mechanisms that fit with armor which was displayed in the center of the room. The mark one of Doom's designs appeared to fit the Latverian's body proportions. Unlike its Stark-made predecessor, this model uses a different color scheme, different integrated tech, and a different advanced software. The young Latverian can understand the irony of the name. Calling it the mark one when it was specifically designed to take after the mark twelve. Truely, an unappreciated model by Doom's opinion. The first of many that could easily be more advanced with the neural connection between suit and wearer. With this Earth's current tech, replectating and perfecting the mark twelve was best he could do. Nevertheless, it will be the masterfully made mark one for Doom.

No longer gold and red, Doom's mark one will be polished in jet black and pale silver. Unlike its source material, the armor will be integrated with the Latverian's latest line of switchblade technology so that it may have room for both wearer and weapons. Also, thanks to the switchblade tech, the armor and any after it will not need any reinforced titanium as its shelling. Instead, this armor and future ones will be crafted in a special lightweight adamantium material by Doom's own forging. Light as a bicycle and strong enough to take on a force equaliving to three nuclear missiles combined. Its flight systems will ensure that the armor flies fast, silent, and completely undetected by man-made sensors. The only way he could be spotted or heard is by a quirk.

"Boris, how are the weapons systems going? Are they nearly complete?", asked Doom to his A.I. servant, Boris.

"Yes, Master Doom. all the necessary weapon systems have been successfully constructed and await their integration with the mark one's switchblade interface. The three you asked for specifically are currently being downloaded as we speak.", confirmed Boris.

"And what of the latest installments to my quirk enhancing modulators and open filters? Are they completed as well?", asked Doom as looks through each of the weapon's systems.

"Yes, they have, Master Doom. they've already been integrated within the mark one. Would you like the three weapons you've chosen to be in also?", responded Boris.

Viewing the three weapon modules to assist him when the armor becomes combat ready for mission, Doom could see the potential of combining them with the quirk enhancing modules for extra firepower. The modules of choice for the Mark one's weapon systems are the ultra-incendiary flamethrowers, multi-universal missiles dispensers, and repulsor beams. Of course, there was his special and secret module system that he dubbed the anti-Magneto magnetic shieldings. But what his German comrade doesn't know won't hurt him.

"Integrate them later, Boris. For now, I wish to give the mark one a test flight. It has been too long since I felt the clouds.", said Doom as he curis the cold metal with his hands.

"Are you sure that's advised, Master Doom. understandably, the onboard defenses and flight systems will keep you shielded from sensors. However, it's still not fully complete for deploitation.", said Boris in concern.

The artificial intelligence was answered by a vertical hatch opening to reveal a wide tunnel leading through a Japanese hilltop. Victor von Doom then placed on his neural receiver and the mark one opened to show its internal systems. Each compartment then latched on to the teenage doctor and closed itself with an exhale of steam. Finally, Doom's head was all that wasn't covered by metal. With his pupils glowing green and a smile on his face, the helmet engulfed his head and its eyes then glow.

"This might be something Stark said, but sometimes Boris you need to run before you walk.", said an accomplished Doom as the thrusters ignited and shot him upward to the sky.

If any pro-hero was operating that night, then they could have seen what could be described as a green shooting star.

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