Midoriya flew around the city of Hosu while tracking irregular heat signatures in odd places with the help of JARVIS. It was slow going, as he had to scan sections of the city one at a time to bear any fruit. He was flying around, scanning the area, when JARVIS intoned, "Sir, there seems to be an odd heat signature fifty feet down and twenty feet right of you," he informed.

Izuku stopped moving, aiming his repulsors in such a way as to stay in one place as he focused his efforts on locating the heat signature in question. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a red wire flew out and struck Midoriya, wrapping around him as the electrical parts of his suit shut down, save for his EG which was currently on, separate and protected from his suit. He fell from high up, crashing into garbage cans and scaring a cat away upon landing on his stomach. Thankfully, his energy shield that came from his Energy Gauntlet saved his life, as flying that high would have surely landed him at least in the emergency wing of the hospital, or dead.

"You survived?" asked a surprised gruff voice, coming close to him. He craned his neck to see the one and only: The Heroine Killer, Stain. The woman practically had no nose, surprisingly enough, and she wore bandages around her angular face, obscuring the upper half while leaving slits for the red eyes to see through. She was adorned with knives all over her while carrying a katana in her dominant hand, wearing larger than average spiked boots. She had a scarf wrapped around her neck that was blood red with a secondary scarf that was white trailing behind her. Stain's hair was also frizzled and pointed in many different directions as she continued talking, crouching low to look him in the eyes better. "No matter. Making that shot with the rope was tricky, but I was hoping I would run into you, Midoriya Izuku."

His covered face showed no change in expression, though on the other side of the helmet Midoriya gulped nervously. Typically, as the trope goes, if the villain knew your full name then they probably knew more and was screwed.

"I watched the Sports Festival, and I was seriously unimpressed from your showmanship," Stain continued, undeterred. "That's not what being a hero is, Midoriya," she lectured, "Being a hero means saving civilians and stopping vigilantes, such as myself, and villains. Your showboating made me seriously doubt that you're hero potential."

"I have a mechanized suit of armor, how am I not supposed to show off?" he quipped nervously.

"And so he speaks. Lovely. I thought that Bakugo woman would be a heroine I needed to cut down like a weed before she got out of control, but I see that I was wrong."

"Don't you dare hurt Kacchan!" he growled out, struggling to break out of the red rope to no avail.

"A nickname? You two are close, huh?" Stain asked rhetorically before noticing his attempt of escaping. "You can't get out of that, it's a quirk-infused rope that disables most electrical systems by overwhelming the CPU through a Trojan virus, whatever that means," Stain recited from her dealer. "You get it now, kid? You're fated to die here, by my hands," she told him, raising her katana to chop his neck off. "May you find the peace in death that you did not find in life." With that said she sliced her katana against the metal covering his neck and, much to her shock, the katana became a thousand or so little pieces, shattering against the armor, the part of the suit that was struck emitting a purplish hue as it absorbed the hit. "The hell is your suit made of?!"

"Vibranium," Midoriya simply said before commanding the suit to release the stored energy from his suit, specifically around his mid section. The resulting explosion pushed Stain back, and more importantly, freed the green-haired inventor from his restraints, it breaking from the force.

"Sir! I'm sorry I couldn't reach you, I've been dealing with a particular nasty computer virus. Are you okay?!" JARVIS's voice rang out as soon as he could.

"Yeah, I'm fine, J," Izuku told his AI, cracking his knuckles as he approached Stain, who had a knife in front of her, ready to take him down.

"You're not leaving here," she told him. "I still need to cull you."

"Like hell you're doing that," he said. "You can't penetrate this armor, I'd suggest surrendering."

Stain scoffed at the notion, "There's too much I have to complete, things I need to finish."

"Well I'm sorry, I'm about to end your whole career," Midoriya quipped from one of the memes he'd seen recently before using one of his trump cards and activated his Zero-Point Energy at the villain, freezing her in place, shock evident on her frozen face. With his free hand he imagined a gun that was capable of sending quirk-suppressant handcuffs at his opponent, and he did just that, Stain's hands getting covered in the specialized nanites for just the occasion. "Why did you attack Ingenium, Stain?" Midoriya questioned her as he held her in place, requesting for his AI to get the police to them quickly, wanting to hand her over to the authorities.

She stayed silent, as the Zero-Point Energy didn't allow for any movement, and thus not allowing her to talk.

"Oh, sorry," Izuku said as he shot nanite-based restraints at her legs then releasing her from the ZPE field. She fell with a loud THUMP! onto her stomach, probably feeling uncomfortable.

"I was wondering if you were going to notice, Midoriya. To answer your question, Ingenium wasn't a true heroine, she was a charlatan of one. The whole Iida Family is, being limelight heroines," she explained. "There's only one limelight heroine that is a true heroine: All Might."

"I can see that," Midoriya agreed before seeing the amused look from Stain. "What? I agree that not all heroines are 'true' heroines," he air-quoted as he commanded his helmet to retract, wanting to have a one-on-one conversation with the murderer. "But they don't deserve death."

"On that we'd have to disagree, Midoriya," Stain said while trying to struggle out of her own restraints, surprisingly cordial to him. He put his helmet back on, wanting to surprise the police when they came like the little shit he was.

Eventually the police arrived with a certain detective at the forefront. She was quite plain looking, what with jet-black hair and eyes, having no distinguishing features on her face. She wore a beige trench coat with white gloves and a dark green tie. "Excuse me, miss?" she asked the question to the disguised man. "I'm sorry, but I need to see your hero license, as I've never seen you in action before," the detective explained.

With faux confidence Midoriya retracted his helmet, shocking the detective and the rest of the police on-site.

"You're a male?! And you look no older than a high school student?! I'm sorry, but I have to bring you both in."

"And why is that?" the green-haired inventor challenged, watching as Stain was put into the back of the police cruiser. "What's your name by the way?"

"Just call me Detective Tsukauchi. But you're under arrest for vigilantism," Tsukauchi told him, taking out the cuffs to take him in, which looked amusing as it somehow was supposed to go over his armor.

"Miss Tsukauchi, can you please give me the definition of vigilantism? Verbatim, please," he requested, his faux confidence turning into real smugness. "Just humor me."

"Vigilantism is defined as the illegal usage of your…quirk. Damn," she swore, massaging the crook of her nose. "You took down a villain, a dangerous one at that."

"Still not vigilantism, as I'm a male," he countered. "I won't be doing this often, don't worry."

"What's your name, son?" the detective asked, wishing she was like her coworkers and could smoke.

"Midoriya Izuku, miss," he told her. "Sorry, but I gotta go," he suddenly said as he took off to the skies, leaving her gawking behind.

Tsukauchi shook herself out of her stupor as she speed-dialed the one and only chimera of U.A.. "Nozomi, you won't believe what just happened."


"That's it, Zuku, right there!" Katsumi moaned out, laying on her stomach, a recurring thing for today, what with Midoriya, Stain, and now Kacchan doing it. She curled her toes at his ministrations, her face utterly at bliss.

Currently Izuku was giving an amazing back massage to his childhood friend, the three of them being in Bakugo's room on her bed. He had wished for the skills for of a masseur, with Desiree happily granting it, after getting a back massage first, of course. He trailed his hands at the knots in her back, relieving her of the stress, which Kacchan had plenty of. His callused hands were heaven for her, and he didn't stop until she was putty.


"Thank you, Doctor Strange," Midoriya thanked as he retrieved the Philosopher's Stone from Stephen. It took some convincing but eventually the sorcerer realized the stone was better off in its original universe than his, seeing as how foes would fight tooth and nail for its life-extending properties.

"Are you staying long enough for me to need a babysitter?" Strange snarked.

"Nope, I'm leaving to return this as soon as possible, and get something on the way," Izuku hinted at as he opened a portal to the Harry Potter universe, stepping on through and appearing in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Immediately there were harsh whispers and muttering, with only one teacher having his wand out in surprise, but thankfully the rest of the teachers merely raised an eyebrow at seeing this spectacle again.

"Ah, Mr. Midoriya! What a pleasure to see you again, my boy," Dumbledore greeted nicely enough, a twinkle in his eyes as he walked over to the green-haired inventor. He led them away from the Great Hall and into a private, unused classroom. After taking out his wand and casting several spells, presumably silencing and warding charms, he asked, "It's been two years, how have you been?"

"Two years? I guess there's time dilation between our universes," Midoriya hypothesized before answering, "I've been well, Headmaster. I believe this belongs to Nicolas Flamel." Izuku took out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket and handed it over.

"I've been wondering where it's gone, my boy. Thank you for returning it, but I imagine you needed it for some reason for those two years?" Dumbledore casually asked, sharp and tactful as ever.

Midoriya blushed a bit as he admitted, "Something like that. What day is it in this universe?"

"Halloween, why?" the Headmaster questioned, curious.

"I wanted to see the status on Harry and his parents. Did Sirius get released?"

"Wouldn't you rather hear it from James or Lily?"

"True."

"Let me fetch them for you as we go to my office," the older man said as he led him to his personal room. Once there Dumbledore apologized by saying, "Though you're an esteemed guest for taking down Voldemort two years ago, and thus restoring balance to all of the wizarding world, since you're not a student and merely a visitor I can't have you gallivanting around Hogwarts to meet some old friends. Sorry about that," he forlornly told the young man as he sent out the floo letters. "Winky?" he asked to no one.

"Yes, headmaster, sir?" Out of thin air a female house elf appeared wearing what looked to be a skirt and blouse with a matching blue hat, suited to her small size. She had bat-like ears, a tomato-sized nose, and huge brown eyes as she asked the question.

"Please invite one Mr. Harry Potter to my office, post-haste, please," Dumbledore requested calmly.

"At once, headmaster, sir!" Winky said happily as she literally snapped her way out of the office, teleporting, or rather, apparting out of there to retrieve Harry.

"Magic is incredible," Midoriya remarked with an awed look.

"I'm sure you could recreate it if given enough time, Mr. Midoriya," the Headmaster encouraged with a fond smile as they sat.

"I've tried before," Izuku began, making a nanite ball and tossing it between his hands as he spoke. "I mean, I've managed to do teleportation, but not without killing the teleporter."

This caused Dumbledore to sit up further in his seat as he inquired, "Hmm? And why is that? Why would apparting, sorry, teleporting kill the teleporter?"

"Well, to teleport the machine or device would have to copy your atoms, what makes you you, to another machine. It would then recreate you from the ground up, effectively rebuilding you from nothing. You'd have all the memories up until the point you got teleported, but you wouldn't truly be the original version of yourself."

"Ah, I see. Apparting is not really teleporting, not from a science user's perspective," the old man revealed before offering a lemon drop to the young man, who gratefully took it. "I delved into some muggle science when you first arrived two years ago, and I was able to extrapolate that apparating is really like an Einstein-Rosenberg bridge, as you open a small portal in time and space with magic to get where you need to go."

"That's not too dissimilar from my portal gun technology! That's amazing—"

"Headmaster? Is everything okay?" a head asked as they walked into the room, the person being the Boy-Who-Lived himself. His eyes widened in surprise and joy as he noticed his green-haired friend. "Midoriya! You're back!" he exclaimed before pulling the other boy into a tight hug. "You have no idea what you've done for me!"

"Good to see you again, Harry. You've grown," Midoriya noted, patting the brown-haired kid on the back as the two of them released.

"Just a little. You've been gone for so long! Did you return the stone?" Harry asked, readjusting his glasses by pushing it up the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah, first thing I did when I came back. How's the scar?"

"It's good, doesn't hurt anymore lately."

Suddenly the floo activated and two individuals came barreling out of it, those being James and Lily Potter. "Izuku!" they simultaneously said, happy smiles on their face.

"It's been so long!" James greeted with a firm handshake. "Thank you for telling me about Sirius all those years ago, we got him out of Azkaban within the week!"

"He's doing much better, thanks to you," Lily added, ruffling Izuku's head of hair. "But why come back after all this time?"

"I wanted to return the Philosopher's Stone, and also pick up something unique from this universe so I can do things," he explained.

"Unique?" Dumbledore asked.

"Izuku, for what you've done for me and my family I'm willing to get you anything," James declared before getting nudged hard by his wife. "Ow! Okay, almost anything," he amended.

"I need a time turner, a specialized one at that."

The adults gasped, while Harry looked confused. "What's a time turner?"

"It's what your friend Hermione has that allows her to do multiple classes at the same time. It's a time machine that can, usually, send a user back in time by five hours. I need one to further my plans of being a hero."

"That's how Mione has been doing it? Time travel?" Harry made an "ooooh" face as he further asked, "Wouldn't that be dangerous though?"

"Extremely dangerous, Harry," Lily agreed as she gave a side hug to her son. "Even if we could get you a specialized time turner, there's no way that the Ministry would allow it, Izuku," the mother told him.

"Then I'd have to get one in less…legal ways," he alluded to before pulling in Harry for a hug. "I'll glad I helped you those years ago, Harry."

Harry, surprised, decided to hug back as he said, "Thanks again, Midoriya. Don't do anything stupid, or anything I would do," he warned.

Midoriya laughed a little as he shook the hands of Lily and James Potter, the latter saying, "Our door is always open if you ever need a home, Izuku."

"I appreciate that, James," Izuku thanked before turning to the Headmaster, "Dumbledore, make sure that Harry isn't entered into the Triwizard Tournament next year, please," he requested, getting a raised eyebrow from the old man.

"I didn't know it was coming back, but I'll keep it in mind," Dumbledore said resolutely.

Izuku took out his portal gun from his NTC, surprising everyone from how it materialized out of nowhere. He keyed in some coordinates as he shot a portal to a certain area of this universe. "See you guys later!" he farewelled as he left and emerged at the Ministry of Magic. He avoided people when possible and acted like he belonged there, fooling some of the younger workers with his faux confidence. He walked for a while until he was standing outside the door of the Head of the DMLE. He knocked, hearing some shuffling noises inside before the door opened, showing a buxom woman with tight-fitting robes.

"You must be Izuku Midoriya. Dumbledore just flooed me about you," Amelia said as she widened the door to her office, ushering him inside. It was a standard office, filled with important papers and the like. Nothing like Dumbledore's office, which was filled with odds and knick-knacks. "He told me you were hellbent on getting a time turner."

"I wouldn't say hellbent, miss, merely I really want one so I don't mess up reality," he answered politely. "Your form of time travel doesn't cause paradoxes, allowing the user to do whatever they want in the past without messing with the future, which I really don't want to do."

"Even if I wanted to give you a time turner, Izuku, it can only take you back so far," she argued, hoping to dissuade the young man.

"That's because of the restrictions you add to them. I want a time turner without one of those restrictions, Miss Bones."

"No."

"Then you leave me no choice. Desiree," he called out for his sex genie, her appearing in existence, visible to the both of them. They had discovered that it didn't matter what universe or place he was, Desiree could appear there with her magic without restrictions.

Amelia Bones startled in response at seeing a neon-green colored floating spirit just magically appear from nowhere. "What in the hell?!"

"You need me, master?" the sex genie purred out, practically sauntering over to her master, a hard feat to do considering she was legless. "And where are we? I'm sensing magical energy all around here."

"What in the bloody, bloody hell is going on?!" The Head of the DMLE questioned, taking out her wand from its holster.

"I wish time was stopped," Midroiya wished, and with a snap his wish was granted. "Okay, so I have, like, no idea what to do!" Izuku deflated like a balloon and freaked out, the features on his face turning comical.

"I think we all know where this is going," Desiree said as she floated over to her master's ear and whispered sinfully, "Fuck the hell out of her. Break her in like a new toy and mindfuck her!" She cackled at seeing his embarrassed face as she added, "At least, that's what I'd do."

"I really want a time turner, but am I willing to go to these lengths to do so?" he asked himself, as that what really mattered. He began to mumble, "If I mind break her then she'll be a pawn in this universe to use at my discretion, allowing me to get the time turner with the least amount of bloodshed, or none at all for that matter. Though I would be raping her, which isn't okay in any sense of the word unless it's consensual nonconsent," he finished his brain blast as he turned to his faithful companion, "What should I do?"

"Like I said, master, you're too nice for your own good. Fucking her into oblivion would practically be a favor to her, as I can tell a sex-starved person from a mile away. Try to seduce her, and if that doesn't work just wish for it."

"Alright, alright. I've got this," he said as he steeled himself, his face turning into fake confidence as he wished, "I wish time was back to normal."

With a snap time resumed normally the wand was placed right between his eyes as she said, "Who the hell is this?"

"That's Desiree, a friend of mine," he said as he moved the wand out of it, stalking ever so closer to the older woman. "She's…a ghost. That would be the simplest answer."

"Why is she here?" she asked, noticing their closeness. Amelia backed up a step, only for Izuku to take a step forward.

"She's here to take pictures for the papers," he said dryly as he huskily said, "Ever had a back massage?"

"Pardon?"

"Desiree, I wish the two of us were in a typical massaging scenario," Midoriya said. He watched as his genie snapped her fingers and Amelia Bones was undressed and now on a massage bed, with the head area exposed for easier resting. She was temporarily gobsmacked at all this happening, allowing the young man to do as he needed. He held out a hand in the air as a bottle of oil appeared in it, allowing him to spread the oil lubricant all over her back. It felt heavenly for the older woman, feeling some stress from this whole event fade away. He began to massage expertly (due to his earlier wish), starting first at her shoulder blades and removing the numerous knots. "Amelia—may I call you Amelia?"

All she did was moan in response, her toes and fingers curling.

"Amelia it is, then. I've been told I have a 'magic' touch, ironic since I'm in the wizarding world currently. I'm going to turn you into putty," he promised as he worked his hands down her middleback, firmly removing the plentiful knots. Eventually he made it down to her ass and, testing the waters, popped a finger in her anus. She moaned especially at that and he began to work the finger, getting knuckle-deep inside of her. He felt his cock morph into a 9 incher, probably because Director Bones wanted it. "Do you like anal? I bet you do, you little slut," he mocked as he undid his trousers and underwear, freeing his massive dick. He poured some oil and lathered his cock with it, lubing it up before he pressed against the opening of her anus. He teased the area at first and, seeing/hearing no protest, pressed onwards and entered. It was hot and tight, conforming to his length like it was made for him. He went balls-deep within the first five strokes, her moans becoming obscene and dirty. "I wish no one can hear us, Desiree."

"Done, sugar. Rail that hoe!" she snapped her fingers as she cheered on, playing with her snatch in the air.

"I'm not—AHHH! a hoe!" Amelia protested as she keenly felt the young man railing her.

"You're gonna give me what I want, Amelia, or else!" Midoriya warned, slapping her fat ass, it rippling hypnotically. He gave it a few more hard slaps for fun, Director Bones's asshole clenching tighter every time he did so.

"AHHH! Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you want! Just don't stop buggering me!" she begged, timing her thrusts backwards to his forward thrusts.

They rutted like animals, the sound of skin meeting skin so loud it would have surely attracted attention without Midoriya's recent wish. Eventually, after making sure she had numerous anal orgasms, he decided to let loose and came deep within her bowels without warning, pumping his baby batter into her eight times, each load bigger than the last until it began to tribble out. He pulled out, watching as his cum cascaded out of her anus in huge droves. He maneuvered himself to the head of Amelia and stuck his dick into her face, saying, "Clean it."

Like an obedient little whore she began to clean his cock with her mouth, trailing her tongue all over it. "Ass to mouth?! I'm so proud of you, master!" Desiree chimed in, putting a guiding hand on the back of Director Bones's head. She cleaned him of the oil and his cum until it was clean and slick with spit. Expecting to blow him, she was denied giving him a blowjob when he put away his cock.

"I'm saving this," he gestured to his penis, "for Desiree, sorry."

"Oh, master! You're so sweet!" Desiree gave him a cold hug, which felt refreshing.

"I wish Amelia Bones was clean and clothed," he wished.

"So you have wished it, so it shall be!" his sex genie chanted before she snapped her fingers, green smoke coming out of nowhere and surrounding the Director. She was cleaned like she just took a long shower and looked squeaky clean, the cum that was coming out of her ass disappearing. She was then wrapped up in the clothing she was wearing prior, looking as if nothing happened.

Amelia cleared her throat and said with a fierce blush, "So you need a time turner?"

"Yeah, I do. I need one that can go back years though, by at least five or six years," he explained himself.

"Hmm, that might be a bit impossible," Director Bones began, smoothing her clothing as she sat behind her desk. "Most time turners can only go back at maximum five hours."

"I know."

"You know what you're asking for is illegal, right? I can't just give you a time turner in general."

"Do I need to fuck you silly again?"

She blushed, "Fine, I'll see what I can do. Marty!" she called out to the air.

"Director Bones needs Marty, I see," said an apparated house elf, wearing a red puffy jacket. "What be you need?"

"Get me a time turner, please," she asked nicely, the house elf doing so immediately and handing it over within two minutes. "Here you go, Izuku. This is the best I can do, I'm sorry."

He took the small device readily, stowing it in his pocket. "No no, it's okay. I have an idea on how to extend the Hour-Reversal Charm," Midoriya said as he took out his portal gun. "I'll be going now, Director Bones. Goodbye." He winked at her as he left, entering the Sanctum Sanctorum, specifically in Doctor Strange's study. "Doc? Doc, you here?" he called out before seeing the sorcerer in question staring at the Helmet of Fate longingly. "You okay?"

"Midoriya. You're back early today," the former doctor greeted dryly, taking his staring off the helmet to his green-haired friend. "What do you need?"

"Can't I just say hi to my favorite sorcerer?" Midoriya pouted.

"Not with that face. You look like you're going to ask for a favor, so what did you do?"

"Fair point, sir. I got a time turner from the Harry Potter universe, and I need it to go back further than five hours," he said as he took out the time turner, handing it over to the sorcerer, who examined it greedily.

"You want to mess with time? That's a dangerous thing to play with, Midoriya," Stephen warned, watching as the light reflected off the gold-colored device. "Why should I even help you?"

"Because without my help you would've lost against Thanos," Izuku countered easily.

Strange had a look of slight consternation on his face before sighing. With his free hand (that wasn't holding the time turner) he waved his hand and flowed magic into the device, the orange magic seeping through and doing…something. "I've modified the charm surrounding the time turner, it should allow you to go back at minimum five years," he said as he handed over the device to the younger man. "Don't screw up time. Please."

"I won't, not with this, at least. With a time turner you can't change the past, thus not creating paradoxes," Midoriya explained as he attached the time turner to his neck like a necklace. "I'll be going now, Doc. Thank you for helping me," he said as he, surprisingly, began to walk out the door of the Sanctorum instead of portaling away.

"Midoriya, what are you planning to do?" Doctor Strange asked from the banister.

"Playing God."


Midoriya Izuku went back in time, by at least five years. After hacking Aldrich Killian's account and finding the location sites for Extremis testing, Midoriya had infiltrated into one of the facilities and stole a vial or two of Extremis and also the research notes for the drug, returning back to the present and then going back to his Secret Lab.

"Sir, what are you planning to do?" JARVIS asked when he emerged into the workshop. "Please tell me you're not going to messing with your genome."

"Genome? What's that?" Desiree asked, in her human form in the lab.

He took the vials out of his pocket and placed one into the SIF, telling it to recreate it for future use. He placed the other vial into a specialized refrigerator, freezing it for later. "I am, JARVIS. And to answer your question, a genome is the complete set of genes or genetic material present in a cell or organism."

"English, please."

"It's what makes you you, Desiree," he explained patiently. "Extremis is a super-soldier drug that makes a person stronger, faster, heal absurdly fast, and have exothermic abilities, or fire abilities in layman terms."

"So you're going to enhance yourself, master?" the sex genie asked.

"Yep, just have to figure out how to lower the rejection rate," he said off-handedly.

"Rejection rate?"

"If Extremis doesn't take kindly to me I'll explode violently."

"Master, you're not going to be injecting that—that drug into you!" Desiree declared, getting in front of him and pushing him gently away from the work table.

"Desiree—"

"Master! You're going to hurt yourself doing this!" she exclaimed, trying to pull him away from the workshop to no avail.

"Desiree, I'll be fine! Would you kindly just trust me on this, please?" he requested, giving a hug to her, which was nice and warm. "I'm going to lower the rejection rate, don't worry. And I think I have an idea on how to handle Extremis if it rejects me."

"How?" she asked meekly.

"When Extremis rejects you the user starts to overheat to dangerous levels before exploding. If I were to ice myself using cryogenic science then I won't overheat and I'll survive once my body accepts the Extremis."

"Okay, master. I won't pretend to understand, but if you think it works then I'll be supportive."

"Thank you, Desiree," he said nicely as he began writing down equations/numbers on a holographic piece of paper coming from one of his many inventions. Midoriya worked long and hard on the numbers for hours, to the point that it was past his bedtime and the lab got shut down by JARVIS because of the baby monitor program. It took him three days, that thankfully wasn't school days, and part of that time spent was used to build a cryogenic-pod, like from Fallout 4, to store him if/when Extremis rejected him.


Izuku stood in front of the cryogenic-pod, holding a full syringe in his hand. It was finally time to take the plunge and enhance himself to superhuman levels. The whole reason he was doing this was because of a thought that occured when he got ensnared by Stain; that he was nothing without his support gear. With Extremis, he wouldn't be helpless without his tech. He looked down at the syringe in full clarity as he quoted, "'Forty thousand years of evolution and we've barely even tapped the vastness of human potential.' Desiree!"

She poofed into existence, looking between him and the machine. "What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to press this big red button," he pointed to the spot in question, "if and when I reject Extremis. The cryogenic-pod will cool me down, giving my body time to recode itself to my whims," he said as he took out his flask and downed it with big audible gulps.

"Should you really be drinking before this?" Desiree chastised, a teasing smile on her face as she transformed into a human. "You know how you get when you drink soda."

"I-I have no—BURP!—idea what you-you're talking about," he stammered out, putting away his now empty silver flask back into his rear pocket. He entered the pod and told JARVIS to close it, idly wondering why he didn't have his AI control this entirely in the first place before shaking his head. While inside he moved his left arm and injected one of his veins with the Extremis syringe, pumping himself full of the drug.

All was silent before his body began to glow hot orange-red, his veins being fully visible. Desiree watched, stunned at the science before her, until he began to glow too brightly, the readouts on the machine saying that he was overheating. She couldn't even see him anymore as he began screaming in pain/agony. The sex genie immediately hit the red button and saw jets of cool liquid surround her lover from head to toe, his body temperature steadily getting lower and lower until eventually:

"Sir has stabilized, Miss Desiree. Opening the cryogenic-pod now," JARVIS announced, the pod opening and releasing super-cooled air into the workshop. She caught her passed out master in her arms, him feeling extra warm to the touch, as if he had a fever. He also looked different, taller, broader, stronger; words that described a well-built man.

"Are you sure he's fine? He feels too warm. And he looks different."

"Do not be alarmed, that's because of the effects of Extremis, Miss Desiree. That's a natural byproduct of the serum. Sir will always be above 102° and will appear more brightly on thermal vision scanners. Sir modified Extremis to give him a better build as well, thus leading to his new look."

"But he's fine, right?"

"As stated earlier, Sir will make a complete recovery. We simply have to wait until he awakens, and judging by the readouts he should awaken any second no—"

Midoriya groaned awake, disentangling himself from his lover's arms as he rubbed his head, feeling woozy. He looked himself over and felt that something was different about him, namely his stomach. He pulled up his t-shirt and saw that he had a six-pack that was glowing hot orange-red before it disappeared back to normal. "It worked. That totally worked!" he exclaimed, pulling his partner into a hug. "I did it! First try, bay-bee!"

"You had me worried there for a second, dear," Desiree admitted, brushing a loose strand of hair from his face. He was so tall now, taller than before at least.

"Myself included, Sir. Please try not doing deadly procedures on yourself, no matter the reason," JARVIS intoned worriedly.

"I've got to get a handle on my new powers," Midoriya announced, a determined look in his eyes. He trotted over to his SIF, activated it, and told it to produce a 6x6x6 inch cube of tungsten, one of the most heat resistant metals out there. It made it within five minutes and he grabbed it, focusing within himself to what controlled his exothermic abilities before his hands began to heat up absurdly, melting the cube into a thick and creamy liquid. "J, what's the melting point of tungsten?"

"It's 3,422° Celsius or 6,191.6° Fahrenheit, Sir."

"Amazing, it's like I've got a quirk of my own now," the superhuman remarked before facing an empty wall and focusing his newfound powers in his throat, it getting beyond hot as he let out a torrent of flames from his mouth, fire-breathing on the wall, scorching it beyond belief. After keeping it up comfortably for twenty seconds he stopped, releasing a black-colored burp that made him think he ate something spicy.

"Wow, master! What else can you do?" Desiree asked, watching the whole spectacle from a distance.

"A lot, my dear," he said as he picked up a discarded tough metal sheet and bunched it up like a paper ball, throwing it away to demonstrate his new enhanced strength. "Though the next trick will be uncomfortable," he warned as he tapped his NTC and formed a Iron Man gauntlet on his right hand, creating a wicked blade before he effortlessly sliced off his left hand at the wrist, it falling to the floor while heating up, burning a hole in the group slightly. "Fuck, that hurts!" he exclaimed, clutching his injury, which wasn't bleeding for some odd reason.

"Oh my god! Why the hell would you…do…that?" Desiree trailed off as she watched the stump glow brightly hot orange-red as it rapidly began to regrow itself back to normal until his left hand was back, good as new.

"It seems like super regenerative abilities can make the list," he joked, examining his hand in detail. It was recreated perfectly to a fault, no blemishes or nicks or nothing.

"Sir, don't go around amputating yourself, please," JARVIS practically demanded, watching over the two of them with a keen eye.

"Fine, J. Such a spoilsport," Midoriya bantered with his AI before seeing the worried look on his sex genie. "Desiree, you okay?" he asked her, bringing her in for an extra hot hug.

"You've just been scaring me," she admitted breathlessly. "You can now breathe fire and regrow lost limbs like it's nothing," she noted. "And you're all tall and well-built now, more so than before. Why go through all this effort?"

"I didn't mean to scare you, my dear. I've been doing this because, without my inventions, I'm defenseless. I've got no quirk of my own, I don't know how to do martial arts. When I was taken down by Stain I was completely helpless, and I never want to feel that way again," he affirmed, squeezing her soft body more. "Besides, with Extremis now in my blood guess what else I have: Enhanced stamina."

Desiree smiled as she leaned in to kiss him, snogging to their hearts' content.

Oh, they were going to have fun.