"What the hell are we gonna do, Rick?" a wife asked her husband, pulling him aside from their group. They entered an empty prison cell, whispering to each other to not alert Carl or the others. Rick was wearing a drenched in sweat white t-shirt with ripped cargo pants, while his wife was wearing a pink tank top with blue jeans that had tears in it, along with a well-used brown leather belt.

"I don't know, Lori. This prison had a good supply of food, but it won't hold up for maybe a month, tops, and that's with rations," Rick admitted, rubbing his face with his hands, wiping his sweaty face. The prison they were in didn't have good ventilation without power, making the area hot and humid, just like outside. "We need a miracle, something that can get us through this, for you, our baby, and the others."

"Uh, Rick, we've got a situation here," came a voice from his walkie-talkie.

Rick took his own copy and spoke into it, "What is it, Glenn? Is it a herd passing through?"

"No, it's a guy with…pizza."

"I'm sorry, I must've misheard you. What is it?" the man asked again, not believing his ears.

"It's a green-haired kid wearing some shades, no older than a sixteen year old with three, no, four boxes of pizza. And is that soda I see?" Glenn asked himself. "Maggie, are you seeing this shit?"

"I am. Rick," Maggie took over the walkie-talkie, "It seems that the kid wants to enter for some reason. Should we let him in?"

Rick Grimes hesitated before standing up abruptly and said, "Keep your gun trained on him, but let him enter at least up to the gate," he ordered before signalling to Daryl and Michonne to come with him.

"What's the situation, Rick?" Daryl asked as he readied his crossbow, battle-ready. The three of them trekked through the prison corridors as they navigated to the gate, talking to each other as they did so.

"Is it Negan?" the black woman asked.

"No, it's some kid with…pizza," he revealed, surprising the two.

"Are you shitting me? Cause if this is a joke I won't be happy," the other man warned, his stomach growling in protest.

"Glenn and Maggie wouldn't lie, Daryl. Let's see what the kid wants and why he brought food," Rick said as the two got outside the prison walls and met up with Glenn and Maggie, their guns trained on him like he ordered. He saw the kid who was holding four boxes of delicious-smelling pizza and a bag of soda, paper plates, and solo cups. He had a strange glowing light emanating from his sternum, but he had a smile on his face, seemingly not in tune with the world around him. "Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Izuku Midoriya, at least that's how you would say it in the states," Izuku began before looking around, seeing walkers nearby. "Can I come in? I'd rather not fight the zombies."

"What the hell are zombies? You mean walkers?" Daryl asked, sizing up the kid. He really looked like he needed a sandwich. "And fight them with what? You're defenseless," the man noted, putting down his crossbow, as he wasn't a threat in his eyes.

"Yeah, I guess I am," Izuku admitted, chuckling lightly as he then remarked, "The pizza is getting cold, don't you guys want a bite?"

"Glenn, Maggie, Michonne, keep an eye on him. Daryl, with me," Rick commanded, bringing his friend to the side as he asked, "What do you think we should do?"

"It smells like real pizza to me. I say we let him in, see what he wants in return."

"Sounds like a plan," Rick agreed, signalling to his asian friend to let the boy in. He watched as Glenn brought the kid in before he took one of the boxes, opening it up to reveal it was actual, honest-to-god, pepperoni pizza.

"Oh my god, Rick, this kid is serious!" Glenn practically yelled as he was about to take a cut slice. Before his teammates could stop him he popped the food into his mouth, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree. "Holy shit! It tastes so good! I haven't had this for, like, a year or two!" he thought aloud as they made their way into the prison.

Once they were in the cell block area Lori and the others, such as Carl and Hershel, strode over to see what the commotion was before Carl exclaimed happily, "Is that pizza?!"

"Yeah it is, little dude! Have some!" Glenn reacted to his enthusiasm, giving him a slice of pizza and watching as he too lit up like a X-Mas tree, downing the piece of food in three gigantic bites, impressive due to his not fully grown mouth.

"Everyone, come and have a slice!" the stranger named Izuku announced, setting the boxes down on a table. "There's plain, pepperoni, sausage, and mushrooms. There's also two jugs of soda that's not flat, if you want a drink."

"Thank you so much, whoever you are!" Carl thanked as he took another slice of food, the others emulating him and eating as well.

"Mmmmh!" Rick and Lori both hummed out, nodding their head at the supreme flavor. Everyone was in various degrees of pleasure as they consumed the pizza and drank the soda provided to them.

"Dude, I'm willing to kill a hundred walkers for more of this shit, what the hell do you want?" Glenn asked between bites of pizza.

"Just wanted to help out a fellow survivor group," Izuku revealed, not joining them in the pizza eating. He adjusted his translation earbuds as he said, "But I also wanted to know how life is treating you." He noticed the incredulous looks being directed at him as he said, "Let's get this out of the way: I'm not from this reality."

"What the hell does that mean? You're, what, not from this Earth or something like that?" Daryl asked bluntly, pizza sauce covering his beard.

"Something like that. I'm from a world where the zombie—sorry, walker apocalypse didn't happen, where life progressed into the 24th century. I'm a scientist/inventor where I come from and I have a tool that allows me to travel between worlds pretty easily. That's how I got you all pizza, as it was made fresh less than an hour ago from my favorite pizza joint."

"What in the hell…?" Rick muttered out, reaching to his pistol as this guy was clearly crazy. He couldn't take any chances, not when his entire group was at risk.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Midoriya warned, stealthily turning on his energy shield so he wouldn't die in this hellhole. "I'm not crazy; in fact, I can prove it," he said as he tapped on his NTC, pulling out his portal gun. Everyone was gobsmacked at seeing it materialize seemingly out of thin air as he shot a green, fluidic oval-shaped portal that swirled into itself. "Is that enough proof or do you need more?"

"This is weird and fucking crazy," Daryl muttered, rubbing his eyes as he couldn't believe what was happening. "But why come here? Why feed us?"

"I just wanted to do something nice, and you guys are clearly struggling," Izuku shrugged, dispelling the portal and putting his portal gun back into his NTC.

Suddenly Lori lurched, dropping her empty plate to the ground as she put her hands to her pregnant belly, the front of her jeans near the crotch wetting itself. "My water just broke, Rick!" she informed her husband.

"Oh my god, not now! Not now! Daryl, help me get her to a bed!" Rick ordered as he maneuvered his wife to an empty cell, his best friend/teammate helping him while others watched on helplessly. She laid down on the uncomfortable bed, her head propped up some pillows as she entered the birthing position. Lori breathed in and out quickly, muffling her cries of pain by biting her lip.

"I believe I can help," Izuku offered, everyone looking to the young man. Undeterred he continued, "I know a doctor who can help."

"Please!" Carl pleaded from behind. "Help my mom, please!"

Midoriya nodded his head as he took out his portal gun and fired a green portal in empty space. He went through it and the portal closed behind him, leaving them thinking that he'd just abandon them. A minute later and another portal opened, Izuku coming out first before being followed by a male adult with a goatee wearing strange blue clothes and a cape (or was it a cloak?) that was red.

"You owe me, Midoriya," the mystery man told the green-haired youth as he navigated to the pregnant woman. "I'm a damn neurosurgeon, not…" he muttered before approaching the three individuals. "Hi, I'm Doctor Stephen Strange and I'm here to help you. Are you the father?" he asked Rick who swiftly nodded. "Good. Since you're not freaking out I assume you've had a kid before?" The former police officer nodded again. "Excellent, this should make things go much more smoothly," he waved his hand full of magic at a night table, turning it into a wooden chair. "Please, sit. And you," he gestured to Daryl, "only family is allowed for now."

The three of them gawked at the casualness of magic before the gruff man merely grunted in acceptance, not wanting to deal with a wizard of all people.

"Midoriya, I need a couple of things from a hospital, get these items," the sorcerer told the inventor as he conjured a piece of paper with a list on it.

Izuku read it over before nodding, "Understood, Doctor Strange. I'll be right back!" he declared before leaving through a portal.

"What's your name, miss?" Stephen asked, already having an inkling of an idea as he's seen the show, at least partly.

"Lori. Lori Grimes, doctor."

"What a wonderful name. I need you to breathe in and out in a controlled manner, I want this to go smoothly for you," he explained before he heard another portal open up. "Took you long enough," he said as he hooked up the IV bag to Lori Grimes.

"Do you know how hard it is to steal from a hospital? There are nurses and doctors everywhere!" Midoriya complained as he watched the former doctor hook up all kinds of things to the pregnant woman. He picked up the box of latex medical gloves and put on a pair of them, humming to himself.

"This is going to take a while."

It did take a while, several hours in fact, but Lori successfully gave birth and survived to boot, making everyone in the group happy and ecstatic. Doctor Strange literally threw off his gloves once they had no purpose, it shattering into a million of tiny orange magical pieces.

"I believe my help is not required anymore. Midoriya, if you will."

"Got it. Thanks again, Doc!" Midoriya thanked as he shot a portal to the Sanctum Sanctorum.

"Yes, thank you!" Rick managed to say before the sorcerer left. "Thank you so much, Izuku! I don't want to imagine what would've happened to my wife without your involvement." He shivered at the thought, dispelling the horrible scenario from his mind.

"No prob, Bob."

"…it's Rick," the former police officer corrected, confused.

Midoriya sighed in defeat as he handed over a detonation-like device. It was simple looking and had a red button at the top, but its purpose was unclear to Rick. "Rick, if you're ever in danger or, god forbid, need help, press the button for three continuous seconds. I'll come to your aid if you do," Izuku promised before taking out his portal gun from his NTC, saying goodbye to the group as he left.

He felt good, as if he did a favor for the group; and that's all that mattered.

"Midoriya, you got taller," Aizawa greeted as she saw the man enter the classroom. Everyone else was settled already in their seats, ready to hear what their teacher had to say.

There were many things that were different than the last time she had seen him. For one, he was roughly a foot shorter last time. For two, his baby face was gone, replaced by a sharp angular look that suited him. For three, his build was different, more stocky and muscular with broad shoulders.

"I did. I had some spare time and altered my genome," he explained simply as he sat down in his seat next to his childhood friend, who was curiously blushing and ignoring him.

"You did what?" the teacher deadpanned, wanting to tear her hair out. She wasn't the smartest girl back in her school days, but she knew enough to know that what Midoriya had done to himself was, at the very least, reprimandable.

"Sensei, I'm confused. What did Midori-bro do to himself?" Kirishima asked with a raised hand.

"I altered my DNA to give myself superhuman benefits. One of the 'side effects' is this new body, but most importantly I also gained exothermic abilities," he announced to the class. He saw that both Iida, Yaomomo, and (surprisingly) Kaminari get it immediately with their wide and disbelieving stares; but he didn't see that most of the class got it, so he continued, "I have fire powers, kinda like Todoroki."

That got everyone's attention as they began fiercely whispering to each other.

He decided to show off his powers by mentally activating his powers to make his left arm all glowly and orange. This, again, got everyone's attention before he turned it off. "I believe Aizawa-sensei still has a class to run," he reminded, most of them resolving to ask him later.

"Thank you, Midoriya. Today, class, we have to go over the offers you've received," Eraserhead began, using her smartphone to project an image that showed all of their internship opportunities.

Midoriya Izuku: 4,137

Todoroki Shiho: 4,056

Bakugo Katsumi: 3,152

It went on and on like that, shocking the hero course students. "Let me remind you that this is an unusual case, as most of the time the pros draft second to third years. You'll get a stack of papers detailing all the heroines that want to recruit you later, as we now have to do something equally important," she paused as she sipped on her jelly pack, which was flavored with pork, "Hero names."

Everybody was abuzzed at choosing their hero names before suddenly another pro heroine made their appearance:

"Midnight-sensei!" Uraraka announced as the scantily-clad woman walked through the big doors.

"Hello, little ones! I'm here to let Aizawa-kun sleep—"

"…you're not wrong."

"—and to help you with your heroine names!" she clapped her hands together as she went over to the teacher's desk and rummaged around for something before pulling out small, handheld whiteboards. She then distributed it to the students along with erasable markers, telling them all to come up with names for their heroic profession.

Midoriya, meanwhile, mulled over his choice of name. He had no idea of the name he wanted.

Should it be "Iron Man," as that was essentially what he'd become. Should it be something else?"

Part of his mind went to the name "Deku" that Kacchan used to call him, but he only saw that name as mockery and insulting, so that too was out. He heard his friends go up, such as Tsu with "Froppy" and Uraraka with "Uravity," as he debated on his name.

"Remember, class! These names may very well follow you to adulthood so make sure it's good!" Midnight reminded the class. "Midoriya, you're up!"

Deciding to throw caution to the wind he got up and presented his whiteboard, it saying "The Male Hero: Iron Man."

"Ah, Mr. Midoriya! What a surprise! Tell me, did you get taller?" the principal asked, a steaming teacup in front of her.

"Yes, but let's talk about that later, please." The young man entered and sat down in one of the leather chairs.

"How can I help you today?" Principal Nozomi asked/

He passed over a USB stick and told her, "You might want to involve All Might in this. I got this after meeting someone named All for One."

Nozomi's face paled and grew deathly serious. She immediately called for All Might and began playing the edited video on her computer. She moved the desktop screen so that they could both see it and she was enraptured by seeing the dying but still alive All for One.

It got to the part with AFO talking about her baby sister when All Might rushed in wearing civilian clothing. "I am here! Nozomi, what is the prob…lem?" she stuttered out, seeing her old archenemy on the screen. Her hands morphed into fists as her perpetual smile turned into a deep frown, if not anger. "She should be dead…I crushed her goddamn brains out!"

Nozomi rewinded the video to the start of AFO's long ramble and gestured for All Might to sit. She did so begrudgingly, literally on the edge of her seat while she watched.

AFO explained her quirk/name.

AFO explained the fated battle between her and her baby sister.

How AFO won, at the cost of her sister.

The fated battle against All Might, who ultimately won.

AFO's offer for Midoriya to join the LOV.

And that's when the footage cut out, leaving the three people in silence.

"Young Midoriya," All Might began, her knuckles white for clenching too hard. "Please tell me you can get the location of where All for One is hiding."

"Give me a second, please," he requested as he tapped a few things on his holographic display on his JARVIS sunglasses that only he could see. After a full minute of trying he shook his head and said, "I didn't notice it at the time but she must've had a quirk that messed with GPS coordinates. I can't track her, but I can give you the location of the League of Villains."

"While unfortunate, that is still a boon to us, Mr. Midoriya. Please forward it to us immediately after our meeting is over."

"J?"

"Already done, Sir," JARVIS told him.

"Onto another matter. All Might, All for One said you were damaged after your fight. Do you need medical assistance?" he asked the number one pro heroine.

"I'm afraid not even you can help with my predicament, Young Midoriya," she lightly declined, feeling the urge to cough up blood at the thought. He meant well, but there was no way he could help…right?

"Ever seen Iron Man 3?" Both adults shook their heads. "Okay, I can roll with this. J, hijack Principal Nozomi's desktop and show them the capabilities of Extremis," he asked his faithful AI.

The desktop screen flickered and transitioned to a glowing orange circle that represented JARVIS as he said, audible to everyone, "One moment, Sir."

"Mr. Midoriya, I imagine there's a reason you're committing a felony right in front of me, correct?" Nozomi questioned with an amused glint in her eyes. She wasn't going to press charges, as there must be a reason Mr. Midoriya was doing all this.

And, by god, this was exciting, to see her well-developed computer defenses get pushed aside by a high schooler.

Before he could answer JARVIS began playing scenes from Iron Man 3 of the Extremis-enhanced antagonists, showing them losing limbs and healing quickly, along with their exothermic abilities. Nozomi and All Might watched, awed by what they were seeing. Once the clip was over Midoriya pulled up his sleeves and showcased his heating ability, his skin turning hot orange and emitting heat like a radiator. He turned it off and waited for their response.

"My oh my, with science like that it could change all of civilianization!" Principal Nozomi chirped out. "And you mean to help All Might's injury?"

"Yes, if only to help a fellow human."

All Might swallowed thickly, getting a nod from her friend before she warned the young inventor, "What you see here can't leave this room, okay, Young Midoriya?" Seeing a nod from the young student, All Might breathed out as she released her muscle form, turning back into the civilian Yagi Toshiko who had angular and sharp features and was rail-thin. Her once straining clothes now hung loosely against her, baggy.

"Jesus Christ, that's bad!" Midoriya exclaimed, "But not unfixable. Extremis can definitely help you, All Might."

"Please, in this form call me Yagi," she requested as she pulled up her shirt, making him blush at the scenario before he saw her wound. It was purplish red, cracks running all over his chest from the impact site. "I lost one of my lungs and my stomach from the fight with All for One and I can only be a heroine for three hours a day, max," she explained forlornly. "Do you really think this 'Extremis' can fix me?"

"Definitely, especially if I water it down so you only get all the benefits and none of the exothermic powers," he muttered the last part. "So, should I help you?"

"How much do you want?" Yagi asked, about to pull out her wallet.

"No no! No money, I'm rich enough!" he denied, much to the confusion of the Toshiko. "The chance to fix the number one pro heroine of Japan is a worthy enough challenge," he told them, itching to go to his Secret Lab and work on the diluted Extremis cure-all.

"We should involve Shuzenji to oversee this. I, for one, want to see you get fixed, Toshiko," Nozomi suggested, folding her paws together with a smile on her face. "How soon can you get this 'Extremis' to work, Mr. Midoriya?"

"Hmm…maybe a couple of hours? A few days if I'm thorough," he hypothesized.

"Excellent! Let's reconvene in a few days time, after you've ran simulations, of course."

"That's fine to me, but real quick: Miss Yagi, I need a sample of your blood," he told the pro heroine as he conjured a nanomachine-made syringe. After seeing her hesitance he continued, "It's so I can run an accurate simulation on how your body will take to Extremis."

"It's not like he can take One for All from me if I don't allow him," Yagi thought to herself as she held out her rail-thin arm. She felt a mild prick and watched as her blood was taken.

"Good, that's it. Thank you, both of you," the lone man thanked as he pocketed the syringe of blood, ready to leave.

"Desiree!" he called out as he entered his Secret Lab in the workshop portion through a portal. He waited a few seconds while downing his flask of soda before his sex genie apparated into the room, looking sexy as usual.

"Yes, master?" she purred out, having a feeling what he wanted from reading the surface of his mind.

"I need to—I need to work on a di-diluted form of Extremis for Yagi, or All—BELCH!—Might," he burped out as he cleared off his worktable of all the shit he was working on. Midoriya, as always, had more important things to work on as he opened his specialized refrigerator and pulled out one of the many vials of Extremis he had reproduced. "I need you to—BURP!—blow me, Desiree. This shit is gonna be—gonna be a trial of repetition, so I need a blowjob, please."

"Of course, sugar. I aim to please," she whispered in his ear before turning human with a snap of her fingers and getting onto her knees, going under the table and taking off his jeans and boxers, his 11 inch erection flopping out, much to her pleasure. It was nice and thick, just how she liked it. She gave a lick from his ballsack up to the tip, teasing his urethra with her tongue until he squirmed. She then gave a sloppy blowjob, her nose pressing against his well-manicured pubes. Her throat was full of his cock, reaching past her uvula easily.

"Oh! That feels good," he praised, affectionately patting his sex genie's head before he began to work on diluting the Extremis formula.

He came several times down her expert throat, each load bigger and thicker than the last; until eventually, after nearly all of his allotted time in working at his Secret Lab, he managed to turn the Extremis super soldier serum into a healing utility that was in a 1800's-like syringe, its color neon orange unlike the hot orange regular Extremis was. Midoriya squeezed some of it out as he tapped against the needle with his fingers like he'd seen some doctors do, confident that it'd work.

"Master, are satisfied? My knees are starting to hurt," Desiree asked, her knees aching from the hard floor.

"Desiree, why didn't you tell me earlier, my dear?" he inquired as he put down the healing Extremis syringe and pulled her up from off the floor, giving her a passionate kiss that had a faint taste of his spunk. It would've repulsed him normally if he wasn't used to it after all the freaky time he had done with her. "You did amazing, sweetheart."

"That was the point, master, but thank you for the praise!" she thanked as she continued to snog her sex mate. Between breaths of air she suggested, "How about we continue this in your room?"

"That's a good idea, Desiree," he agreed as they clumsily walked semi-backwards to the inventor's room, managing to take off their clothes as they navigated to his Queen-sized bed which was furnished with green sheets and green pillow cases over the pillows. The two of them fell backwards on the bed, furiously snogging each other stupid. "Your pussy or your—"

"My ass, please!" she interrupted, manipulating his 11 inch manhood to probe her asshole before sliding it in, one of his earlier wishes going to effect as her asshole got magically lubed and cleaned as he entered. He went balls-deep in one stroke, his scrotum smacking against her plump bum. "Oooooh yes! Harder, Zuku!" she encouraged as she watched/felt her precious master manhandle her tits, latching his mouth to her nipple like a baby with ferocity, as if he was expecting milk to come out.

He detached from her nippled as he yelled, "God, your ass feels like it was made for me!" As he pistoned in and out of her, he used one of his hands to smack her ass, hard, leaving a red imprint and stinging both of them.

"Keep marking me! Claim me as yours and only yours!" Desiree begged, having an ahegao look on her face that Midoriya loved so much. He decided to follow her wishes as he latched onto her exposed neck, giving her a hickey with all the biting and suction. He then done one to her left nipple, leaving behind a red mark that would slowly transition into the infamous colors of a love bite. "Yes, master, yes! Let me give you one," she offered as she reached out with her head.

"I don't know if that'd be—"

She bit down on his own exposed neck.

"—a good idea. Crap, I need to do concealer or something after—ooooh!—after this!" he moaned out, never faltering in his love-making.

"Just wish for it to be invisible or—AH!—or something!" Desiree suggested before she felt and saw him go balls-deep once more and came deep within her bowels, simultaneously giving her one of the biggest anal orgasms of her life. She shook like she had a seizure, squirming all over his magnificent cock. "That was the best, master…" she purred like a cat, getting her head patted by her sex mate.

"Totally…" he agreed, massaging her scalp. "Crap, I need to refrigerate the modified Extremis syringe or all my work will be for nothing," Midoriya realized, stopping his ministrations, much to Desiree's displeasure. She got off of him and laid down on one side of the bed as he, all sweaty still, got up and refrigerated in a specific part of the fridge, so that his faithful AI could access it. He went back to his room and grabbed the syringe of Yagi's blood and placed it in the same fridge, telling his creation, "JARVIS, run a simulation on Yagi's blood with the modified Extremis I made."

"At once, Sir. I'll tell you the results tomorrow, as your mother is pacing outside your room, waiting for return, Sir," JARVIS told him.

"All right, I do need to see my mother anyway. Desiree," he called out, her appearing instantly. "I wish I was wearing clothes."

With a snap he was engulfed in green smoke, leaving him in black leather BDSM gear. He removed the red ball gag from his mouth, his saliva trailing from where he pulled it out as he said, "Ha ha. I wish I was wearing clothes suitable for my mother to see," he amended. With another snap he was wearing a freshly dry cleaned and pressed U.A. uniform, complete with his iconic red shoes that were made specifically for quirkless people. "That's better," he agreed as he adjusted his NTC on his sternum that was ever present and conjured his portal gun, ready to go home and rest with his mother.

In separate rooms of course, he was never going to be depraved enough to do any freaky shit with his mother, his flesh and blood.