Authors Note: My second crossover story I've been wanting to do. Don't worry about MHAEU, It's still ongoing, I just wanted to start a story I could work on whenever I hit a snag in MHAEU's writing. Gives me time to figure everything out while still practicing my writing. And yea, for those unaware, this Gordon Freeman in the story is from Ross Scott's web series 'Freeman's Mind' I've been watching it for years and I just like that particular version of Gordon Freeman. So If you want an idea of this Gordon's personality, go give the series a watch. Thank you! I hope you all enjoy.

"That always pissed me off about Spiderman. How he got superpowers by being bitten by a radioactive spider. That is SUCH bullshit. For starters, the odds of a random mutation being beneficial is ASTRONOMICAL. But more importantly, even if you did get one. You'd still have radiation poisoning! Comic book writers know about as much about science as I know about...

Well...I'm not a good example since I know almost everything, but...The point is, they could try harder..." ~Gordon Freeman

My Hero Academia: Lambda Impulse

Chapter 1: A Point of Insertion.

Lambda Complex, Black Mesa Research Facility

"I'm not waiting; I'm gonna go! Don't fuck me on this!" Gordon Freeman, 27 year old theoretical physicist and neurotic individual. shouted up to a fellow researcher operating the controls to a large teleportation device that was, at least in Gordon's eyes, about to teleport him to Massachusetts. (Or any nearby city in New Mexico, he wasn't picky) Though after activating the machine, dozens of floating, giant headed aliens had begun to pour out from the machine and started a lengthy battle with the beleaguered scientist. Exchanging series of frantic MP5 fire with the alien's energy blasts, the portal was supposedly ready, and Gordon wasn't going to wait around any longer.

"This is so fucked!" Gordon yelled out to no one in particular, beyond the panicked scientist sitting at the controls nearby, though the machine was so damn loud that he didn't even hear him. Just before he could leap into the glowing ball of orangish-green energy. Freeman could swear he heard someone behind him screaming something about... backrubs? Before the world faded into a green, electrified haze.

Musutafu, Japan

After falling for what felt like hours through a horrible cacophony of distorted spacetime hell. Gordon was finally thrown out of another green haze, letting out a loud gasp now that his temporary hell was over. "-AAAAGH! Oh! That was horrible!" Gordon's eyes finally adjusted and realized that he had his gloved hands planted against grass. "Wa... Hey...Hey! I think it worked!"

Gordon heaved himself up and took a look at his surroundings. At first glance, he appeared to be in a forest. But upon further inspection, It seemed to be the decaying ruins of some relatively recently constructed buildings, likely either a town, or a factory of some kind, though It was so overtaken by nature it was difficult to actually tell. "I'm not a botanist, but this looks like... deciduous...? Well, whatever, I'm not in New Mexico anymore! And... That's all that matters!" Gordon placed his hands on his hips triumphantly and looked around at his surroundings.

"Ehh... Not a whole lot to go on... Some overgrown buildings? Temperate climate... That doesn't really narrow it down too much." Gordon scanned the horizon, alongside the buildings and shrugged his shoulders. "But I mean, hey, what a problem to have, right? I haven't seen a single alien, or been shot, bombed or zapped with electricity since I got here.

"Yea, I'll take this...plant town any day. Doesn't really look like Massachusetts though. Getting more Rust Belt vibes. Huh." Approaching one of the buildings, Gordon took notice of a sign written clearly in Japanese. "Aaah... I see. Japan. Well, I suppose I'm not that impressed with that teleporter then since this isn't even close to Massachusetts, but, I mean. It's better than It just teleporting me back to the lobby again, so. I'll just have to count my blessings I guess. But yeah, Japan, never been to Japan. "

Gordon tore off the foliage covering the sign and attempted to read it. "Damn it, This is what happens when I procrastinate. I should have learned Japanese incase I did get lost in Japan one of these days. But I kept putting it off and putting off over and over again and now I cant read a damn thing. I do know Laotian after I got sold into sex slavery for 6 months that one time during that field trip back in MIT, but that's not going to help me here at all! That was the same semester I had that roommate who was obsessed with Japan, he collected those weird body pillows. I bet he could read this... Eh, I'll pick up a book or something, a dictionary. I'm sure I can find one at a grocery store somewhere, though with how decrepit this place looks it might be a bit of a walk."

Looking down at himself though, Gordon realized he was still wearing the HEV suit, coated in all sorts of blood, dirt, scratches, electric burns and dents from all of the shots he had taken over the past 2 days... and he was still armed to the teeth too. Having taken just about everything he could carry from that Zen scientist back in the Lambda Complex, alongside still having the Long Jump Module on his back. "Oh... well, shit. I can't go out in public looking like this. And- wait a minute-! I'm still a fugitive! If the cops catch me here they'll just extradite me back to America! Gahhh! Even If I'm outside of Black Mesa, those guys still fucked me! I'm stuck in Japan with no money, no ability to communicate with the locals, with enough firepower to take over a small African nation and I'm still wanted by my government... Fuck me. Oh, and if I'm on Okinawa, I'm double fucked, we like, own that whole island!" Gordon's ranting was interrupted by a loud growling emanating from his stomach. Something he hadn't really been thinking about was the fact that he hadn't eaten since... well, two days ago from a bag of stale Doritos he bought from a vending machine. Alongside a cup of coffee. And since that dose of morphine, not to mention all of the adrenaline from the last two days, was wearing out, he was starting to realize he was becoming mighty hungry. And tired...

"Christ, I'm fucking exhausted... You know what? I'll figure this shit out later. I just need a place to sleep... and to find dinner." Gordon began to make his way through the center of the overgrown village. Nonchalantly stepping over an oddly recent newspaper buried in the dirt, with the headline in Japanese reading 'ETHEREAL VANGUARD TAKES RESPONSIBILITY FOR JSDF ARMORY RAID,' He could see a large, two story complex off in the distance with the same amount of overgrowth as the rest of the village.

"Actually, this place reminds me of another one of my old roommates back at MIT. He was one of those...new age botanists, I think? He would always clog up our room with a bunch of genetically modified plants. He would even speak to them sometimes. It was super weird, but I mean. The dude knew a lot of pharmacists and even hooked me up with some good shit too, so he wasn't that bad. God, I could use a decent trip right about now, the morphine didn't cut and I couldn't really enjoy it, what with the constant threats to my life. I don't speak Japanese but... I mean, I'm sure the SPAS-12 could make a fantastic argument for me. I'll let him do most of the talking." Approaching the large building, Gordon realized that it was some kind of old factory surrounded by smaller buildings all within a fenced off complex... But that wasn't what alarmed him.

It was the obvious military presence inside it. Instantly, he dashed into cover. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Seriously? I just fucking got here and these guys are already looking for me? Wait, wait... I know what happened. The soldiers must have shook down that guy in the teleportation room and forced him to send them where I was going. I guess I wouldn't put it past my coworkers to rat me out either to the Feds either, I guess I'd do the same If I was in their position. But I'm not." Oddly enough, the soldiers nearby the building looked nothing like the HECU Marines back at Black Mesa. They looked more like hired guns rather than a professional army. Though Gordon was so exhausted that it really never crossed his mind.

Two guards stood in front of the main gates leading into the complex, both wielding MP5s. Though none seemed interested in keeping watch in the slightest. Off in the distance, the last thing both guards could hear was "Punch buggy." before a 40mm grenade impacted between them and ripped them both apart with shrapnel. Gordon leapt from behind cover and reloaded another 40mm round into the underslung grenade launcher. "No punchbacks!" He said to the two guard's dead bodies. Before a hail of gunfire ripped out from the now alerted soldiers within the complex. "I said no punchbacks! You guys can't play by the rules!"

Gordon dashed past the gates and opened fire on the soldiers standing in the center courtyard. Nailing one with a headshot and hitting another's chest plate, knocking them down. "I'm telling the teacher!" Gordon shouted from behind a concrete barricade. "You're all getting detention!" One of the guards, meanwhile, dashed around the corner, shouting as he attempted to stab Gordon with a knife. The knife harmlessly bounced off of Gordon's armor. And for his troubles, the man was blown in half by a series of SPAS-12 shots. "Hyah Hyah Yaaah!" Gordon shouted, panicking as he backed up, firing shot after shot into the man.

"You guys are being super immature! I expected better out of you!" Now surrounded by a dozen or so soldiers, Gordon bolted for cover behind a shipping container. Leaning out and firing his MP5, only to hear a click. "I'm out!" Gordon frantically removed the Tau Cannon from his back and charged it up. Firing a particle beam that ripped one of the soldier's heads off and damn near killed the man standing behind him too.

"Woah-ho! Feel the sting of defense department spending!" Gordon's moment of triumph was stunted by a loud bang, and a bullet whizzing past his head, coming from an emplaced, .50 cal turret sitting above in a window in a nearby building. "Oooh my God, that was so close to my head. You could've killed me!" Gordon shouted at the woman operating the turret. Unloading a few rounds of the Tau Cannon towards her. "How could you be so inconsiderate!?" The woman cringed at the particle beams ricocheting off of the metal shielding protecting her. "Are you suppressed yet? No? Lemme try again!" More shots rang off of the shielding, causing the soldier to lose her nerve and bolt off of the turret, only to barely escape from being hit by another 40mm grenade. Having not repelled the intruder, some of the soldiers began to fall back towards the main building as Gordon chased them...

"Hey! Where are you all going? I didn't hear the bell, class hasn't started yet!" Gordon holstered the Tau Cannon and reloaded the MP5, giving the bolt a nice smack into place before leaning out of cover and taking one of the fleeing soldiers out with a shot to the back.

"Tag!" Some of the soldiers meanwhile fled into cover and started attempting to suppress Gordon to allow their comrades to escape. "Yayaya!" Gordon shouted in gibberish as he fled the oncoming gunfire, leaping and flailing, before he ducked into a nearby building, taking a few shots that harmlessly ricocheted off of the HEV suit's thick armor in the process.

"Christ! I've been killing you bastards since yesterday and It feels like there's even more of you now! What are they just sending reservists now?! Do these guys get a pay raise If they kill me or something? How much damage have I single handedly done to the United States Armed Forces?" Gordon peaked out a nearby window, only for a bullet to rip through the window, nearly sending shattered glass into his face.

"Agh! Y'know what? Fine! If you fucksticks want your raises so badly. Then come earn it then!" Gordon unholstered his .357 magnum and kicked the door of the building open, attempting to quickdraw one of the many soldiers having taken up post across the way, "Draw!" but missed, "Shit!" Gordon nearly stumbled running to the left and taking up cover behind a cargo truck. "Okay, shut up! That would've looked so badass if it worked!" Several bullets pinged off of the metal chassis, causing Gordon to cringe a bit. "You guys like baseball, right?" Gordon unholstered a grenade and pulled the pin. Quickly leaning back around the side of the truck, he tossed the grenade as hard as he could towards the soldiers. "Fast ball!" He shouted, the grenade landed near one of the soldiers with a loud CLANK.

"Is that a grena- grenade!" The soldier shouted and began to fall back into the building. Though the others foolishly pushed out into the open to avoid the explosion. Rounding the truck, one opened fire on Gordon, managing to strike him several times. Only to get cut down by a SPAS-12 blast. "Agh! That's a strike! Don't make me bench you!" Gordon unloaded more 12 gauge shots at the two surviving soldiers now hiding behind a set of concrete barriers nearby. "You're up to bat! Knuckle ball!" Gordon unleashed a 40mm grenade at the duo of soldiers. One fled and managed to survive the ensuing explosion that gibbed his teammate. "You're out! Get off the field!" Gordon pursued the fleeing soldier, unloading a salvo of bullets from his MP5, though the soldier managed to flee into the main building too. Leaving Gordon alone, standing in the carnage of dead bodies littering the main courtyard, alongside a choking cloud of smoke from the all of the gunfire.

"Ballgame." Gordon reloaded his MP5 and inspected his gory handiwork. "Okay, so. I saw those guys running into that building there-" Gordon holstered the MP5 and began to reload the SPAS-12, glancing towards the main building the soldiers fled into. "-So the question of the hour is should I go after them? Or should I just pretend they don't exist and move on with my life. I could go both ways 's no way of telling whether or not there's already another group of them waiting for me down the road. Maybe I should try and conserve the am-"

Before Gordon could make a decision. A fireball streaked past him and slammed into the cargo truck, causing it to explode, tossing Gordon across the courtyard and causing him to slam into a nearby wall. "Aghhh! What the fuck!?" The dazed scientist stood up and glanced at the source of the fireball to see one of the most oddly dressed individuals he had ever seen. Their suit reminded him of a firefighter's outfit from the 1950s, but pitch black with red accents, and what looked to be something like a boiler attached to the man's back. A golden visor similar to that of the door on an old cast iron oven laid across the man's face.

Was this guy lost? Gordon didn't recall anyone from the US Army dressing like this. "Uh... Hi?" Gordon waved to the man, whom responded by sending another flaming ball his way. "Oh shit!" Gordon rolled out of the way. The ball slammed into the ground and gave a loud, whining hiss before exploding into a puddle of what looked to be magma and burning napalm. "Jesus Christ! This is what I get for trying to be friendly! When am I going to fucking learn!? Okay, let's go with the usual greeting!" Gordon fired the MP5 at the new soldier, only for them to put up a wall of burning fire and melting the bullets before they struck the man.

"What the fuck!? Since when could they do this!?" The Fireman turned and unleashed a stream of burning napalm towards Gordon, causing him to flee towards cover. "Yayayayaya! Hot, hot, hot!" Gordon fled back into one of the nearby buildings and hugged the wall. "Okay, That's a good way to keep me on my toes! Yea! They can breathe fire now! Must be some kind of power armor or something. But why would they make it look like some old timey firefighter? They must be getting desperate or something..." Gordon's thoughts were interrupted when another flaming bomb flew through the window and landed at his feet. Causing him to gasp and run out of the building before it exploded, instantly igniting the small building in an inferno.

"Thank you, Johnny Cash. Your input is well appreciated!" The MP5 didn't seem to be doing anything to the Fireman. Gordon attempted to fire a 40mm shell at him, but he melted that as well, albeit causing a small explosion that caused him to stumble backwards. "Not giving me a whole lot of options, huh? Let's just start over, okay?" Gordon leapt from cover after pulling out one the satchel charges and dashed towards the Fireman.

"Himyname'sGordon,GordonFreeman,butyoucancallmeDrFreemanIhaveaPHD-" Gordon motormouthed, dodging a stream of burning napalm and dropped a charge at the Fireman's feet. "Anywaysowhatsyourname? ?Thatscool-" Gordon dove into cover and pushed the detonator switch. Though just before he could, the Fireman kicked the charge away from himself, though the explosion still sent him flying into a nearby, overturned army vehicle.

Gordon, seizing the opportunity, ran towards the Fireman and slammed his foot down on the man's chest. Before proceeding to unload a full tube of shotgun shells into the man's face, completely destroying the man's mask, and leaving his head as nothing more than a bloody puddle in the grass alongside bits of destroyed metal. "Okay! Good to meet you! I hope we get to know each other better!" Gordon stepped off of the Fireman's corpse and sighed. "Okay... Well then...So they're deploying people in experimental armor now. Not sure how I feel about that."

Gordon analyzed the Fireman's corpse. "Wait a second... This isn't a flamethrower! That's a fucking boiler! It doesn't even look like it's functional either! So where was-" Gordon glanced down at the Fireman's hands and saw what looked to be nozzles protruding directly from the man's palms. "What the... fuck? What is this? This guy's got gas nozzles sticking out of his hands. What kind of... Are they sending mutants after me? Have I killed enough soldiers that the military are sending the fucking X-Men after me?! When did this happen?! I remember what I said back at Black Mesa about superpowers but... This is the proof! Did we figure out how to give people superpowers? And the US Government was just holding them in their back pocket just incase of a rainy day? If so. Good God, how many of these guys are there? That guy wasn't exactly a picnic to take down either! He was melting my bullets like butter. Oh man... I don't want to think about this... This is the last bit of news I needed... I... need to process this. I'll look in that building later. Maybe those soldiers think the Fireman got me, that should buy me some time..."

To be continued

"Play with the devil's toys... Man... I need a nap..."