Alright, uh, took slightly longer than planned but here I am.

So, some stuff. Deku - Into the Multiverse, my longest fanfiction, is on hiatus until mid-November at the earliest. Great timing for anyone who wants to catch up to it.

Keep an eye on my profile or on Darken's MHA one-shots and snippets on SB (Link/), because I have not one but two romance one-shots halfway done, one for a relatively common pairing and one for a very rare one. Best of both worlds, truly. Also, here on Ao3 and on , I will post all those snippets. I mean, I call them snippets but it's really Chapters 1 for various fic, so don't worry, there will be plenty to read.

(XX)

Galvan tech came in many forms, but it followed a similar principle all across its possible applications: electricity does a lot of stuff if you use it in the right way.

Izuku had trained with it tirelessly under one of his teachers, Agent Kita's teachings resonating in his mind.

"If you want a melee option that has also some uses outside battle, go for the Galvans. Ideally, a pair of gloves and shoes like these. If you are ever at risk of falling, just activate them, and…"

A discharge of electricity covered Izuku's hands as the gloves activated, and then the magnetic pull kicked in. He had turned them toward the train, and as such he was dragged against it, his body slamming against it. A second of almost paralyzing fear later, his shoes activated as well, locking his feet to the train cart too. Like a lizard stuck to a wall, Izuku, pale and panting, let out a shaky sigh of relief. Had he been tossed too low, or had the air pressure turned him around completely, he would have just died there. 'Well, at least taken me out. I still have the…' He shook his head. No time to focus on maybes. Carefully, he crawled his way up the outer wall of the train, reaching the roof. Only then he undid one of his gloves' pull and brought a hand to his glasses, activating the communicator.

"Hado!" He shouted.

"Iz-" Hado started. There was a crash and she shouted, Izuku feeling the train tremble slightly, undoubtably the result of an attack on her part, "This is Hado. My trainee is currently MIA." She said, telling him she realized it was better if their opponent thought he wasn't able to get back on the train, "Any plan?"

"I'll advance forward to try and stop this train. Can you fight them back?"

"Acknowledged. I will protect the VIP and try to advance my way toward the front. If we get in sight of Tokyo, I will evacuate her before the impact." He grimaced. Yeah, they both knew what that would mean. They'd save Ashido, even if it meant having to let the train crash.

Not that Izuku would let it. "Got it. Good luck, Agent Hado."

"Good luck to you."

Izuku closed the communication and started to crawl his way up the train. 'I'm gonna save everyone.' He told himself, pushing forward, 'This train is not going to crash.' "Send message…" He said as he advanced.

-x-

5 minutes earlier…

Yuyu Haya yawned as she watched the clock tick toward the end of the day. Tic. Toc. Tic. Toc. She really wished she could do anything else right now. Reading, writing, playing with her phone, anything! Unfortunately, the old lady wouldn't allow it.

Midesha Arasishanda, Earth name Mideko Ashidan, previously a countess of some acid swamp on her acid swamp planet of acid swamp people, was now a very, very uptight librarian. Haya watched as the lady gave a few short, annoyed answers at a clearly intimidated girl about her age, the girl quickly rushing away as soon as she got the information she needed.

The truth was, in Yuyu's opinion, that Midesha was a colossal bitch. She thought her past title made her the most important woman in the room, and had little patience for anyone that didn't agree. She also always pretended her 'retinue' to act like she was still a countess, which included only guarding her with no distractions.

Which resulted in Yuyu and her trainer just sitting around for hours doing nothing at all. If she so much as looked at her phone, she would get a meltdown, and a meltdown could turn into a full complaint with the HASC, and Yuyu was probably one or two exams away from becoming a full Agent if she didn't screw this up, so she wasn't going to let a bossy alien countess ruin her chances.

"You look like you are eating a lemon." Her Trainer said. Yuyu sighed, looking at her. The tall woman with dark hair and really pale skin was an alien, but aside from having almost chalk white complexion and her hair covering her face entirely, she looked human in every way. Of course, Yuyu knew what she actually was.

"And you look very tired, Agent Yamura." She replied. Her Trainer lifted her middle finger at her, making Yuyu chuckle. After three years of training together, Yuyu and her Trainer were pretty much family, and it showed. The woman was around thirty in Earth years, though for her own species that made her slightly younger, the equivalent of a Earthling in their early twenties, and she really felt that young, despite all her experience. "But I'm just annoyed. This is so boring…"

"Remind me again who asked for this posting?" The woman asked. Yuyu sighed. Yeah, she got her there. "You'll have to learn that not all of our missions are glamorous and action packed."

"I know that. I just hoped I'd at least get to read a book or something…" Yuyu pouted. Agent Yamura sighed.

"You know that you will get boring jobs like this one often, right? Security at events involving Aliens VIPs, escorting important people that arrives at destination without a fuss… all kind of missions that just aren't going to last more than a few weeks of intense boredom." She shrugged, "Just get over it and enjoy your free time afterwards."

"I know…" She sighed. There was the Guard Office, of course, the HASC branch dedicated to watching over Block A of Tartarus or escorting deliveries, but VIPs always got field Agents for additional safety. "It's just…"

"Yuyu, cover the VIP." Her trainer suddenly whispered. Yuyu gulped but didn't argue, instead standing up and walking quickly to the desk. Her trainer meanwhile walked in a different direction, vanishing among the shelves.

"I'm sorry," She asked to the old woman, her dark pink skin turning darker as she prepared to argue with her, "Do you have a copy of War of the Worlds?" She asked. The dark tone turned paler as the woman bit back her comments.

"Where?"

"I wish I knew…" Yuyu whispered, glancing around. No evident Morlana, of course, but she would have known. So what had her Trainer… She froze.

She was scanning the room when she spotted the glint of metal. The guy was Heteromorphic, or maybe an Alien from one of the many species Yuyu didn't know, tanned skin and an elongated face that looked somewhat like a bill, his grey hair hanging low. She could tell, however, that he had…

"Gun!" She shouted, pushing her down just as the guy pointed and shot.

Now, Gun wasn't the right term, as he pushed out a weapon about the size of a rifle that fired a spiral of bright yellow light that looked oddly familiar. Yuyu had already dragged the VIP down and to the left though, just in time to see the spiral energy crash through the ceiling.

The ceiling, because meanwhile her Trainer had appeared next to the killer, phasing through a bookshelf, before grabbing the weapon and pushing it up, completely making him misfire.

He let it go without much of an issue, and Yuyu pulled out her own weapon, ready to shoot as needed. Next to her was a for once silent Midesha, the woman whimpering as they huddled behind the desk.

"Stay low." Yuyu whispered, before taking two steps to the right and standing up to check the fight. Her trainer was doing well of course. As a Ringu-Onna from the ringed planet of Ringu – God, why were all esobiologists massive nerds? That one was just outrageously bad – Agent Yamura had two main abilities: for seven seconds she could phase through objects, though she couldn't repeat the feat more than once every minute, and for seven seconds she could…

A rain of fists slammed into her opponent's chest. He didn't react at first, looking as if he hadn't felt any pain, and he swung one of his large hands, a gust of wind slamming into the bookshelves, sending the books raining down around them both… only for him to then shout and grab his chest, opening him up for Agent Yamura to deliver a kick squarely to his face.

For seven seconds she could delay the response of pain receptors in someone she touched, only for them to fire off all at once, causing a heavy amount of pain to crash through their body all at once and at the wrong time. She was one of the few members of the HASC that didn't carry ranged weapons, but as a martial artist, she was considered top of her class. She was probably the strongest woman in the HASC at hand to hand, and maybe even the strongest member.

"Seven, shoulder!" She suddenly shouted, and Yuyu didn't miss her order. Her laser gun fired, aimed squarely at Sada's shoulder… only for the laser to phase through and shoot the killer squarely in the arm instead. He shouted, his arm perforated by the laser shot, and Sada didn't miss her chance to project him over her shoulder, making him shout as she pulled on the wounded arm and slammed him on the ground.

"Who sent you?" She asked, holding the man's arm in a way that had to be really painful.

"Ah, the boss of course." The Alien on the ground said with a grin, before trying to free himself from the hold.

Agent Yamura grimaced and pulled, the crack of a bone resonating in the room. Yuyu realized only then that everyone had long since run away. Odd that the Heroes hadn't showed up already, did someone hold them?

The arm was melting in her arms, turning into a puddle of green slime. "Time is up." He said, grinning as he vanished.

Yamura looked up, her eyes going wide. Yuyu followed her gaze, when she noticed a man appear from behind a pillar. No, not 'a' man, the same man. He fired the same weapon as before… directly at Midesha.

The world slowed to a crawl. Yuyu was right next to the woman, though. She could do something.

She had to.

Without hesitation, she jumped forward, pushing her out of the way by slamming both shoulders into her chest. The countess gasped, a searing pain crashed through Yuyu's flank, and then she fired her gun. Another second, and Agent Yamura phased through her, Yuyu's laser hitting the bastard in the leg a second before her Trainer's fist slammed into his face. He groaned, stumbled back, and pressed something in his belt. A portal opened behind him, and he passed through. Agent Yamura roared, trying to dive through herself, but she was repelled. Yuyu winced as the portal closed a moment later.

"Damn!" Agent Yamura shouted, "Species-coded, of course! Dammit. Are you ok, Yuyu?" She asked, turning around, and then froze.

"Yeah." Yuyu said, "I think I'm o-ok…" she stumbled, looking down.

Her shirt was red.

O-Odd, she was… She was sure her shirt was white.

It… it was white… So… Red…

"Yuyu?" Agent Yamura was over her. When had she… why was she on the ground…

"Ah…" She coughed, "I… I…"

"Yuyu! Stay with me Yuyu! Ohi, don't pull this on me! Yuyu!" Agent Yamura was shouting. Yuyu wasn't sure why… Everything was… fuzzy. Cold. Very cold…

For some reason her friends came to mind… She had friends right… Midoriya and… And Kinoko… And Shishikura… And Yui… And…

Nejire!

Nejire.

Nejire-

"Nejire…" She whispered, "I should have… asked…" She cried, tears streaming down her face, barely hearing Agent Yamura shouting above her. Her phone was buzzing in her pocket.

Everything went dark.

-x-

"Are you sure you are not coming with us, Kinoko?" The idol asked. Kinoko chuckled.

"So sorry, Shiita, but I have to ask a few questions to miss Ashido and then rush home." Kinoko replied.

"Aw man, that's a pity." Shiita said. Her teammate in the Mush Mush Love, Kinoko's idol band, was really sweet, Kinoko thought as she waved her goodbye. Unfortunately, she really couldn't drop her job for a party. Maybe another day.

As she walked back in, she was joined by her manager and Trainer, Agent Akamine. The human woman, a Quirked Earthling in her forties, her long red hair reaching down to her hip and her blue eyes focusing carefully, looked at her for a long moment and nodded. "Good job, Komori. Your singing is improving and your dancing is flawless."

"Thank you!" Kinoko said, and she meant it. Knowing she was on her path for her ideal future was… well, the best. Getting to do both what she had always wanted to do and what she had become a rabid fan of was amazing, and it was all thanks to the HASC.

"I only speak the truth. Now, we should move." Agent Akamine said with an encouraging smile, as she opened the door to the dance training room, where miss Ashido was waiting. Komori's dance instructor walked up to them. Shidena Arasishanda, on Earth Shida Ashido, was a beautiful woman, Komori reflected. She was into boys – well, into one boy recently – but she wouldn't deny that to Shida. However, she always had an undercurrent of sadness, one that no one ever managed to push away. Even when she smiled or joked, her smile never quite reached her eyes. Komori had asked Agent Akamine about it, but all she had said was that miss Ashido had seen a lot of terrible things before escaping her planet, and that was bound to leave a mark on someone so kind.

"Alright girls, let's move. I want to buy some supplies for dinner tonight. Mina is coming back from her exam, and she will either be very happy or very sad about how it went. Either way, she deserves something good." The woman said with a smile that never quite reached her eyes.

"Sure, I-" Agent Akamine frowned, and then jumped forward and threw herself on Shida, pushing her to the ground. Not a second later, a blast of blue energy smashed through the window. "Kinoko!"

Kinoko didn't need to be told, her spores instantly bursting out of her body toward the windows, covering them and the wall in a thick covering of mushrooms that hid away entirely the inside of the building. "Come on, we need to take her to…" Her eyes darted to the door an pushed the woman down as another burst, this one of yellow energy, shot through. Akamine's hair, fluttering behind her, was left with a large hole, though thankfully nothing worse happened. A burst of the blue energy destroyed the mushrooms as one of the two assassins broke through the window, the other running in past the door.

Two identical women with grey hair and their face covered by a domino mask rushed in, black combat suits covering the rest of their body, and unleashed the same quirk, ash spreading through the room, blocking visibility.

Komori rushed toward the closest enemy, as fast as she could with her day mode still active. This enemy was the one that had emerged from the door, and she unleashed a rain of spores to capture them. However, her ash got in the way, mushrooms sprouting in midair as the ash particles became their ground, and the woman turned around, firing. The yellow light shot directly through Komori's chest, exiting on the other side. The girl gasped, while the woman just stared at her in anger… and then Komori grinned and unleashed a torrent of mushrooms.

"What the-?!"

Komori didn't answer, though she thanked the fact she was an Alien and her anatomy was, by human standards, completely bonkers. The green fluid her wound was leaking was a pretty good indication. She slammed her fist against her opponent's abdomen, letting spores spread out of her body and enveloping her. The woman shouted as she watched the mushrooms cover her head to toe, before slamming to the ground.

"I got her!" Komori shouted. The only response was another burst of blue light, before a wounded Akamine and an unconscious Shida landed next to her, the former holding the latter in her arms.

"Good, take her and run. She needs immediate medical attention."

"What about you?"

"I'm gonna hold her back. Give me the strong one." Agent Akamine replied. Komori's eyes widened, but she nodded. A small, red and blue mushrooms sprouted on Agent Akamine's hands, and the woman ate it without question while Komori grabbed Shida and ran off, carrying the much larger woman as best as she could.

The last thing she saw while leaving the room. Agent Akamine's quirk, Poison Strength, gave her the ability to turn poison into fuel for her strength, although she went totally berserk, more violent the stronger the poison. And combined with Komori's Manzaxia Shura, an extremely poisonous mushroom from her home planet so strong that eating a bite could kill a blue whale… Well, she was about to crack some skulls.

Komori looked down at Shida. She had been hit by at least one burst of the blue energy, probably when the ash cloud had first appeared. Hopefully it hadn't done too much damage, but Komori could tell she had broken bones, including a leg. If that was a nasty one…

Komori's phone buzzed, but she ignored it, running off instead. A roar and a scream echoed behind her.

-x-

Swordkil was a man that didn't give a shit about a lot of things. Being a mercenary that worked for armed forces and Villains alike, morality had a pretty low spot on his scale of priorities. Still, derailing a whole train of civilians to cover their tracks was a bit much. The boss was probably getting a real good pay and a ticket out of Japan for this one.

He shrugged. Eh, not his job to play moral police. He glanced at the train drivers, tied up in a corner. Poor bastards were probably calling him a lot of names, but he had probably been called worse anyway.

He kept his eyes open, but they had decided to act this way knowing that the train would be spotted, but the area they were traversing was largely rural. By the time someone confirmed there was something off going on, most Heroes would have no choice but set up a blockade near Tokyo. All Might could have stopped them, but he was back in Musutafu, and to help with the other assassinations, the boss hired a bunch of nobodies to cause trouble in the city. Heroes and emergency services would be too busy dealing with that to consider the random calls of some farmer that saw a train with a hole in it dash toward Tokyo, at least while they were dealing with the rest.

Worst case scenario, anyway, Swordkil supposed he could just toss a bomb in front of the train while leaving and derail it that way. Maybe more people would survive, but it would still hide the kidnapping as an over the top assassination.

He sighed. "Nobu, how are things?" He asked in the communicator.

"We killed one of the two HASC brats, taking care of the other one- Shit, duck!" An explosion resonated through the microphone, "Dammit, is she even trying to not destroy this place?!"

"Probably. Well, whatever you do make sure you grab the pink girl."

"I'm on it." Nobu replied, and Swordkil sighed. He tapped his hand, wondering if he should have gone with them, but he needed to keep an eye on the road. Anyway, they all had their Portable Portals, set on their respective species and the Artaxians alone, so if they needed to get out, there was no way they could be followed.

Then a laser beam shot through the roof, the light cutting a quick circular hole in it. Before he could do more than register that, a kid, maybe fifteen, with blue hair, burst through the ceiling and landed in front of Swordkil, aiming his gun at him.

"I fucking hate that idiot." Swordkil grumbled.

"Stop this train!" The HASC trainee shouted.

"Yeah." Swordkil's left arm turned into a plasma gun and he pointed it at the kid, knowing he would hesitate to shoot for an instant after that answer, "Not likely."

-x-

Izuku studied the situation. Two train conductors tied up in the corner. A man, clearly trained. His hands were odd, metallic. Quirk or tech? Hard to say. He slowly crawled back up, making sure the guy wouldn't notice him. He had made his way up the train and then spied from the very edge of the front window inside, and thankfully it seemed the guy had been distracted with the door. It made sense, he supposed. If anyone was going to intervene, they would normally come from the front.

He pulled out his laser gun, holding it tight, and pointed it at the roof of the train. He had sent a message to the HASC, so they now knew about the train, and had tried to contact Haya and Komori, but they hadn't answered, which was all kinds of worrying.

The hole he broke in the ceiling let him catch his opponent by surprise, landing in front of him and pointing his laser gun directly at him. "Stop this train!"

"Yeah." The man replied. He was tall, with blonde hair and a tanned skintone. One of his metallic hands shifted, and before he knew it, Izuku had a plasma gun aimed at him, "Not likely. Not after you just used it like that."

"You aren't going to fire that either. It'd kill you." Izuku replied, trying to take in the situation. His opponent had a plasma rifle in place of his arm, meaning that was definitely a prosthetic: weapon Quirks never generated weapons from outer space, and plasma-making Quirks usually didn't need to build an entire additional Transformation adaptation, just generate a passive protection field on the user's skin. Still, it meant Izuku could judge the yeld of the weapon by its size, and he knew this was too big: it would destroy Izuku, the door behind him, and probably the car over, but that would just instantly derail the train. Dangerous, but not the enemy's plan, especially not when he was also on said train.

"Maybe not." The guy admitted, "But I can always fix the yield."

Izuku had a moment to dodge out of the way before the plasma gun fired and the door exploded. Thankfully, right before firing, the muzzle had shrunk in size, releasing only a portion of the plasma chambered in the round. Adaptive weaponry? That was expensive, Izuku realized. In the HASC, only full-fledged Agents could get access to those, and there was a waiting list. That was how rare adaptive Plasma weaponry was.

Adaptive laser weaponry, on the other hand, was a dime a dozen. One such gun was the one Izuku used. He tapped the button on the side, switching from the continuous laser shot he had used to cut the roof to the rapid fire.

Unfortunately, one thing he had learned fast was that dodging lasers was impossible, but dodging a laser shot someone was firing was not. The shot might move at light speed, but Izuku and the trigger didn't. The man had to just throw himself out of the way the moment Izuku pressed the trigger for the laser to shoot the window and leave behind a hole in the glass. Of course, it was far from a perfect science, and they both knew it, so Izuku wasn't surprised when he decided to jump into a melee. Izuku pressed again and the man gasped as a laser shot burst through his shoulder, but crouching down had protected anything more vital. Izuku knew what he had to do and pulled out a knife with his three hand, before letting it clatter on the ground when his opponent hit it with the barrel.

He fired another laser shot at close range, this one also shooting right through the guy's right arm, but this time around there was a smell akin to burning plastic and shattering metal. "Surprise." The guy whispered, his left arm turning into a sword as they entered melee.

Izuku saw the barrel of his plasma gun arm aim at his abdomen and activated the Orgue in sword mode. The extendable blade moved just as the plasma shot did and the blow fizzled as it struck the weapon. Hard light and plasma met, and as Izuku had learned from his training, hard light was excellent at disrupting the electro magnetic field that kept the plasma shot coherent. With that disrupted, it turned into pure heat, that instantly spread and made the air between them explode out as it suddenly raised in temperature, sending both Izuku and his opponent fly back.

Izuku stood up and instantly extended the Orgue's blade, aimed at his opponent, but the man's sword managed to parry it with his own. 'Hard light edge? Or some material that can deflect it?' Izuku wondered. Yet another indication that this guy was very well equipped.

"Who are you anyway?" Izuku asked, his glasses picking up the command while Izuku glanced behind Swordkil to make sure everything was going to plan.

"Codename: Swordkil. Real name Victor Shen. US Army veteran, lost two arms in combat and was honorably discharged from the army. Currently working for an unknown mercenary group that operates in the US, South America and East Asia." The glasses provided in his earpiece. Well, that explained at least a few things. Both arms were prosthetics then. Good thing Izuku had uploaded as many files on wanted criminals as he could in the glasses. They hadn't identified the other members of his team, but they had at least found him.

"Name's Swordkil." He said, before aiming his plasma gun again, but then stopping. Izuku grinned. He had turned his back to the window of the train, and Swordkil couldn't fire his weapon now, not without blowing a hole in the wall. "Fine, if that's what you want…"

"Now!" Izuku shouted, darting forward. Swordkil raised his arm, but suddenly the train lurched as it was suddenly forced to break. Izuku had been ready, but Swordkil hadn't. The man shouted as Izuku's hardlight weapon cut through his right arm, cleanly dissecting his plasma gun and then cleaving a large wound along his chest. Had he not raised his other arm to block instinctively, he would have been killed, or at least badly injured. Instead, he stood back up, a large red gash on his side.

"Good job kid!" One of the two conductors shouted. Izuku gave him a thumbs up.

"I'll need the knife back later." He replied, the man nodding as his colleague finished untying himself using the knife Izuku had dropped earlier.

Swordkil's eyes moved toward the weapon too, before he smiled. "You dropped it on purpose toward them and kept me distracted?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. I like you." Swordkil's left arm switched shape, as a laser weapon oddly reminiscent of a lightsaber replaced his sword. "Let's finish this, shall we?"

-x-

Nejire fired a pair of spiral energy beams, but once again the guy with the big hands threw a pair of seats her way, opening a passage for his partner as the two seats exploded and the man's fist slammed against her. Nejire protected herself, panting.

Alright, so maybe those two were better than she had expected. No big deal. She was the awesome Nejire Hado, and she would die before she lost here.

"Ar-Are you alright Nejire?!" Ashido asked from behind her hiding place. Nejire had ordered her to huddle behind the seats to her right, away from the hole in the train's side and from the enemy. Nejire gave a thumbs up and considered her situation. The tall guy was a real nuisance, constantly pulling stuff in his enormous hands and then using it to shield the muscular man.

The issue was, this was the worst situation for her. She was a fighter that did her best if she had enough room to fly around and fire at her opponent, keeping them busy. She very much wasn't a frontal fighter that fought hand to hand in such limited spaces. That was Izuku's turf, given he was specializing in middle and close range apparently.

The sudden lurch of the train, as the vehicle came to a stop, caught her by surprise, but it made her just smile. 'Good job Izuku!' She thought proudly, before taking the chance to fire both beams at the larger opponent, the concussive force sending him against the back wall.

"We need to get the girl and run, Daigo." The taller man said, "Boss says we have maybe two minutes before the Heroes are on us."

Nejire grinned. Her Trainee had done all that? Well, a train with a hole in it was also probably catching people attention.

"Yeah, I can tell." The shorter, muscular man said, pulling out an object and breaking it to pieces, "It was fun working with you, Nobu."

"Same here." Nobu replied, and the two darted forward. Nejire shot again, but this time the large man tanked the hit and rolled against her, grabbing her in a hold, bearhugging the flying girl. Daigo meanwhile moved forward. Mina fired some acid from her hand, but he dodged it, grabbing her.

"Mina!" Nejire shouted, unleashing her energy to push Daigo off, but the man stubbornly held on. "Let me go!" She shouted, using her voice at full blast.

For a moment, Daigo did let go, but he was in pain from all the blast he had received, and those broke him out of it quickly. Nejire still managed to fire a shot at Nobu before his bear hug resumed, but while it did struck the man it didn't stop him from opening a portal and drag Mina through. "Nejir-" The girl shouted as she vanished through it.

"Mina!" Nejire fired two more beam. Again. Again. Again. Again! Finally, the man broke his hold on her, but by then the portal was closed. Nejire jumped on his pockets, frantically searching, then remembered and, looking to the ground, saw the remains of the portable portal.

She screamed.

-x-

Izuku blocked a blow with the orgue and aimed his laser gun at Swordkil's leg, but he raised his knee and forced the gun to the left with an upward kick, making Izuku's shot cut through the front window instead.

Izuku in response raised his own knee, aiming at the man's gut, but he was wearing an assault vest, so all he accomplished was hurting himself. Winching, he brought down his foot in a stomp, aiming at Swordkil's calve, but he had seen it coming and adjusted his footing, making Izuku's feet land on his reinforced boots instead.

"You are pretty good for a guy with what, a year of training?" Swordkil asked, "But I have twenty years of experience on you." He dragged Izuku in grasping the neck of his clothes, right into a headbutt, Izuku's nose crunching at the impact. Had he not pushed up his sunglasses earlier, they would have surely broken at the impact. Izuku staggered back and Swordkil followed it with a kick. Izuku's clothes though were reinforced with a special silk from another alien world, and absorbed most of the impact. Izuku took the chance to grasp the man's leg and try to force him into a hold Yui had shown him.

A shot fired and Izuku looked down, seeing a wound on his flank.

"Sorry." The man said, the boot burning and falling off to reveal a metallic foot, the muzzle of the laser gun hidden in the calcaneus still hot from the shot it had just fired, "Replaced it years ago. Bet that wasn't on my file."

Izuku stumbled back, holding his wound. It didn't seem lethal, but it definitely hurt. Swordkil sighed. "Well, the plan is…" His communicator cracked to life, and he listened in for a few seconds, "Retreat it is. Lucky you kid, the Boss says the idea of hiding the kidnapping as a Villain attack or assassination is shot, so I don't need to kill you."

Izuku watched him open a portal and gasped. The wound wasn't that problematic, it had hit only his flank, and high enough it probably had only burnt through muscle. If he let this guy go, though, he had a feeling this would not be the end.

He rushed forward, and jumped through the portal.

He landed in a large warehouse. "Izuku!" Mina, held up by the arm by one of the two men that attacked him, shouted.

"Mina!" He turned around and fired his laser gun, hitting the arm of the tall, lanky man. He shouted as the laser cut through his arm, and Izuku moved forward, getting in front of Mina, keeping her behind him and near the wall of the warehouse, counting his opponents.

"He fucking followed you!" The taller man shouted, "He fucking followed you and look at my arm!" He showed the limb. Izuku's laser cut hadn't quite chopped it off, but still had cut through about half the limb, burnt muscles and bones exposed.

"Weird." Swordkil scratched his pink hair, "The Portal was set on Artaxians and your species. And he is using an Orgue, so he should be Industrian…"

"Oh? Now that is interesting." The third man said. Izuku tapped his glasses.

"Codename: Wolfram. Real Name: Arthur Eisenhardt. Forty-three years old. Mercenary leader with known operations in East Asia, America and Oceania. Rank-A Villain. Engagement is ill-advised." The crackling microphone said in his ear, and Izuku froze. 'Engagement is ill-advised' was reserved for only a handful of criminals, and it meant that unless it was absolutely necessary the Agents were supposed to request immediate Hero backup.

Izuku was about to activate his communicator, when Wolfram extended his arm. Izuku's gloves, gun and glasses shot off his body, and he felt his boots pull with enough strength he ended up falling to the ground, before the metallic buttons of his jacket also popped off, reaching in Wolfram's hand. He promptly tossed everything away before crushing the glasses in his hand, the pieces falling to the ground.

The man smiled. "I think you brought me an actual Earthling. Nice catch."

Izuku held his arms open in front of Mina, shielding her with his body. "I'm not letting you hurt her."

"Oh, I'm not." Wolfram replied, "My friends want to make her a Queen. As for you, we can talk about your future together."

Izuku tried to dodge the incoming blow, but he had to also protect Mina, the girl creating acid but clearly not ready to use it on another human.

The fist connected with his face.

Everything went dark.

(XX)

... Easy mission, wasn't it Kinoko?

So, not entirely successful on Wolfram's part, but he did manage to capture Mina and we don't know how her mother is doing... plus of course what happened to Yuyu. Took me a whole day to decide how her part would go honestly.

Now do not fret about Izuku, I feel the need to mention here and now that I don't plan to have him tortured in the future chapters or anything of the sort. I'm aware some writers have created a... pattern with captured MCs in fanfics, so better get that out of the way now. You'll see how this plays into the plotline of Izuku being an Earthling and how a rescue goes, whether from the inside or from the outside.