Gorr lifts his head and exhales, the setting suns of Omnipotence City lighting him from behind. He had made great progress in his work, but there was still much to do. The universe is infected with beings who call themselves gods, and he cannot hope to find them all by going one planet at a time.

He wretches his blade out of the body of Skadi, Norse goddess of winter, and turns, humming at the giant of a man who opposes him, who's covered in armor and fur alike and carrying one of the largest blades most beings would ever see. He bleeds profusely from several spots on his body.

One of his berserkers screeches as it dives at the man, folding its wings in as it attacks. The man holds steadfast, catching the shadow creature's face in his hand and slamming it down onto the broken ground, before removing its head with his mighty blade.

"God Butcher!" Tyr, Norse god of Justice roars as he lifts his sword once again. "Look at this! Look around us! How could you possibly justify this?!"

His eyes travel around them to the burning remains of the city and the bodies strewn about. "I thought if any could see why, it would be you. The gods let my people suffer. They let my wife perish. My daughter died in my arms. I call this justice."

Tyr looks around them in disbelief. "Justice?! This is murder and revenge! And I'm going to put a stop to it."

Gorr smirks, letting All-Black change its form from his sword to a black cloak that rests comfortably upon him. Tyr doesn't question his opponent dropping his weapon and charges anyway with a triumphant yell, hoping to end the chaos.

At least he was, before the god unexpectedly gasps and drops like a rock to the ground. Paralyzed. Gorr tilts his head curiously. "I was afraid you were going to let him stab me."

"W-what? What did you do to me?!" Tyr struggles but cannot stand.

"Maybe I should've if you were willing to let yourself be stabbed." Stain trudges over to the pair, dropping a knife with Tyr's blood onto the ground. He plants his boot into Tyr's back, raising his sword. The god is able to give one last look of defiance before Stain brings his sword down on him, silencing him for good.

"They are arrogant, as you said," Stain comments, cleaning his sword. "Most were not ready for my sneak attacks as they held off your monsters."

"As to be expected." Gorr takes a remote from his belt and clicks it. "A great many gods were cleansed today. But many more remain."

"Be that as it may," Stain sheaths his sword, "I have helped you in your assault of the city of gods. Now it is time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain."

"Of course." Gorr waves the remote in his hand around. "I have already recalled my ship, and we will return to Earth so I may help you purge the 'heroes' of your planet."

Stain takes the time while they wait to inspect their surroundings. "They will come after you for this. Do you plan to hide on Earth?"

For the first time since he's known him, Stain hears Gorr chuckle. "No. They will know this was me, and I want them to know where to find me. I hope they thirst for revenge and come hunting for me."

Their ship lands in front of them, and a platform opens for them to board. "Why would you want that?" Stain asks the obvious.

"The universe is a big place." The two enter the cockpit, and Gorr starts to enter the coordinates on the navigation system, before bringing up a holographic list. "And many gods were not in the city for us to cleanse. Ares, Hades, Ninny of the Nonnie, the list goes on."

He dispels the hologram. "But the one I want most is the one who hides. Odin." Gorr sets the ship to auto-pilot and they take off, flying into space. "The coward hides in his palace on Asgard."

Knowing the alien wouldn't care, Stain doesn't look at him, choosing to gaze at the multiplying stars of space as they leave the atmosphere. "If you know where he is, then why not go after him like you did today?"

Gorr scoffs. "Omnipotence City is nothing more than a playground. Asgard is a fortress, built for defense against armies of all kinds. That alone would make it impenetrable to me. Integrate that with the gatekeeper, Heimdall, who would see me coming, and even I know when I am outmatched."

The butcher leans back as their first jump point opens for their ship. "No, Heimdall will easily find me on Earth, so the other gods will come to me to die instead of needing to be hunted. The only thing left is persuading Odin to leave Asgard." Gorr grins. "Perhaps the tortured screams of his grandchildren might coax him."

The ship warps through a few jump points, before they settle in a more secluded part of space. "So, that's why you haven't killed them," Stain says through labored breaths; he still wasn't used to space travel.

"Indeed," Gorr confirms while preparing to land the ship on the planet ahead of them. "They are my best chance to lure the fool out once and for all."

Stain suspiciously eyes the mostly green planet they travel toward. "This isn't Earth."

"One more stop to ensure the gods will come to Earth for me. This won't take long." The ship is quick to land in a clearing on the planet. The surface seemed to be almost entirely covered in forest.

"What are we doing here?" Stain keeps his hands by his weapons, only a twitch away if he needs to draw them, while Gorr walks ahead of him.

"I told you. To ensure the gods come to me." The pair walk through the forest, a deceptively darker path than the bright sky above led them to believe, due to the tall trees. Stain doesn't stop scanning for any potential threats the entire time.

"You obviously know of the demigods on your planet, yes?" Gorr questions casually as they trek through the woods.

"The boys from the Sports Festival, yes."

Gorr nods. "Demigods are not uncommon. Children of a god with another of any species happens quite frequently due to their promiscuous nature." Gorr places his hand on a tree, concentrating on something, before he continues walking.

"Because there are so many demigods of different species, in an effort to," Gorr chuckles again, "protect them, many of the children are sent off-world to special locations to be educated and trained. Similar to your world, I suppose. What do you think of the children who wish to become heroes?"

"My goal is clear," Stain answers firmly, gripping the handle of one of his blades. "Heroes who do not exemplify true heroics are a stain on society. But children guilty of nothing can perhaps still be led down the right path."

"So, they are off limits to you?"

"No. If a child shows themself to already represent the wrong heroic traits, I will do what needs to be done. But I do not seek them out." Stain continues to eye Gorr, wondering where he's going with this line of questioning.

After a few more minutes, Gorr stops once again and feels another tree.

"Ah, here we are." It looked as if they were in any other part of the forest. But that changed when a berserker attacks the spot Gorr points to, but is repelled and destroyed by an invisible barrier. That doesn't stop an incalculable number of monsters from all attacking the same spot, however. Over and over.

"There is a flaw in your ideology," Stain points out as they observe Gorr's monsters striking the barrier mercilessly. A small hole forms where they attack, and it slowly increases in size.

It's Gorr's turn to eye Stain as the Hero Killer speaks. "If the gods are as uncaring as you claim, then why would Odin or any other god care what happens to their children?"

Gorr doesn't speak for a minute, letting the sound of dying berserkers fill the air. "It matters not. Their extinction has already begun."

"If it doesn't matter, then your mission has become one of revenge and selfishness, not for the betterment of the innocent as it should be," Stain says gravely. "It becomes something you do for yourself. If you plan to go after their children, I will not participate."

"I do this for my daughter," Gorr replies venomously.

The hole in the barrier finally becomes large enough for Gorr to step through, with Stain following behind. They enter a much larger clearing. A vast space filled with lakes, mountains, and a number of wooden buildings.

"Whether they care or not is irrelevant. There is always one certain method to gain the attention of any beings in the universe." Gorr doesn't take his eyes off the space ahead of him, his cloak billowing in the wind.

At the end of the path, children, from the very young to teens, stop one by one to gawk at them.

Gorr reforms his All-Black sword.

"Slaughter."

"I don't think I can look!" Uraraka covers her eyes for the fifteenth time since they started the movie, which is probably only a little bit of an exaggeration, and uses her quirk on herself.

Izuku laughs, bringing her back down by her arm onto the couch next to him. "Why did you want to watch this so bad if you were gonna be scared by it?" The two teenagers sit alone in Izuku's living room watching the scary movie Alien. Loki had left after dessert for something work related, and Inko had elected to retire to her room. Izuku had a quick phone call with Denki to answer a question, before turning on the movie with Uraraka.

"You have no idea how much Mina talks about this movie!" Uraraka groans, releasing her quirk and flopping back down. "It's always Alien this and Alien that! I thought if I watched it, I could get her to finally leave me alone about it!"

"At least you're getting some quirk training out of it," Izuku teases. He conjures a spare pair of artists gloves he had started keeping in his pocket dimension for Tenko and hands them to Uraraka, who sheepishly thanks him before putting them on.

"I'm not usually this bad and you know it!" She complains, giving him a light slap before reaching over to take a sip of the Josta soda he gave her. "Besides, I know I can't tell her, but I know Mina will never get to say she got to watch Alien with an actual, you know…"

"Alien?!" Izuku laughs. He sticks two fingers in his mouth. "Nope. No second mouth here. Sorry to disappoint."

"Oh, darn." Uraraka fake sighs. "My best friend turns out to be an alien and he looks like everyone else. Laaaaame."

Izuku pouts, pointing a glowing finger at the screen. "Take that back or I'm bringing that Xenomorph to life."

"Fiiiiiine," Uraraka relents. "Guess you're not so bad…"

The greenette snickers, grabbing his soda and using his new powers to chill it. He does the same for Uraraka, when she notices. "If you're joking about it, I guess that means you're taking all of this well?"

"That depends, do you have a spaceship to take me to the moon with?" Uraraka questions mischievously, causing Izuku to laugh. When the two calm down, Uraraka continues. "Deku? I think I know the answer and I'm afraid to ask, but you've been so honest with me so…"

Izuku hums, waiting for her to be ready to say whatever it is she wants to say. When Uraraka speaks again, her voice is quiet. "You don't…you don't look down on me because you're half god or alien or whatever, right? Since I'm just, well." She waves her hand haphazardly at herself. "A plain human."

Before he can second guess himself, Izuku reaches out and lightly squeezes Uraraka's hand, fighting bravely to keep his blush down. He ultimately loses when she looks him in the eye, green meeting brown.

"I would never." Izuku puts as much of his conviction as he can into the statement. "How could I? You're smart, brave, compassionate, observant…a little too observant if you ask me…" Uraraka giggles.

Izuku does the same. "You're a really fast learner. I still got that bruise from our last spar…" Uraraka whispers an apology to him. "I mean, your quirk can literally negate gravity! One of the fundamental forces of nature, are you kidding me?! All you have to do is touch someone and you say 'nope' to gravity!"

The freckled boy barely stops himself from conjuring his notebook. "Also, if it helps, you can negate your own gravity and make it so everyone will have to look up at you, so when you think about it, I can't look down on you."

During his ramblings, Izuku had taken his eyes off Uraraka so when he returns them, he's surprised to see her eyes wet. "You dork." He's even more surprised when she pulls him into a hug but has no problems returning it.

Around the corner, the teens are unaware of the audience watching their tender moment.

"It's only a matter of time now," Two coos. "Stop trying to pretend like you don't care Three, this is adorable and Izuku deserves it."

The other clone looks away, but his eyes keep darting between the scene in front of him and back to his brother. "Emotions are by definition illogical. But even I can't dismiss how good she makes him feel."

Both clones are ready to spring into action when Thirteen materializes between them, but he astonishes them when he remains still. "Relax. I'm just watching."

"Uh-huh." Two doesn't take his eyes off him. "Then what?"

"Then nothing," Thirteen shrugs. "The second I move you guys will tackle me and come up with some creative new way to kill me."

"It's Seven's turn."

The clone appears. "You guys remember that scene from that really old adventure movie we watched, Indiana Jones? It had the bad guy and the airplane propeller?"

"As I was saying," Thirteen interrupts the murder brainstorm. "There's no point. But that's okay. I've got plans that you guys can't stop."

"Like what, smart guy?"

"Maybe like, oh I don't know." Thirteen scratches his cheek. "Like Mina texting Uraraka about Alien earlier so she'd pick it to watch with Izuku. Scary movies always get couples physically close." Thirteen smiles, satisfied with himself. And with that, the clone vanishes once more.

"Should we be concerned?" Two wonders.

"Technically, it's Izuku's problem," Three points out.

"Boys!" The remaining clones jump at the harsh whisper from Inko behind them. "What did I say about spying on your brother?"

"Sorry, mom."

"Yes, mom." They chorus together before disappearing.

Inko would stay in her room for a few more hours, and after not hearing anything for a while, would come back out to check on the kids.

When she creeps out, the tv is the only light in the living room, while the streaming service plays random previews of the programs it contains. Inko looks at the couch and feels her heart melt, before walking quietly over to a closet to grab a spare blanket.

It was already pretty late, and she would never dream of sending Uraraka back to her apartment where she lived alone, poor dear. Besides, she looked too comfortable to move.

Careful to not wake them, Inko drapes the blanket over the two sleeping teens on the couch. Izuku breathes softly, leaning back against the corner of the armrest and cushion. Uraraka, for her part, clung onto the boy like he was a plushie, resting her head on his chest.

The mother is sure this was an accident. But that's no reason for them to be cold in their sleep. Well, Uraraka at least. Once Inko is sure the blanket won't slip off, she turns off the tv, and heads back to her room.

"Any questions?"

"No."

"Good." Aizawa turns his head to look at the clock of the teacher's lounge he sits in with Logan. "Only fifty-nine minutes and fifty-six seconds left."

It's the day after the meeting where the two X-Men were introduced as UA's newest staff members. Logan mirrors Aizawa's posture, crossing his arms and leaning back into his chair. "Surprised you'd agree to Nezu's hero teacher bonding time anyway."

"We've barely interacted."

"Just picking up what you're putting out there, bub," Logan shrugs.

Aizawa sighs. "Maybe you're not completely hopeless then." He pauses. "And the rat won't give me back my sleeping bag until we're done."

Wolverine quirks an eyebrow. "Just buy a new one."

Eraserhead's eyes seem to dim red for just a moment. "He bought out every sleeping bag within a thirty-mile radius. By the time I drove out, got one, and came back, it'd be over an hour. It'd be illogical to do so."

"Order one online."

"Fastest I can find is a two-hour delivery."

Logan nods along, still staring at his new coworker. "I still can't tell if you're fucking with me about Nezu buying all the sleeping bags or not."

The other man's face seems to grow more tired by the moment. "It's Nezu. That's tame by his standards. Stick around long enough and you'll figure it out."

"I'll take your word for it."

Another minute passes in silence.

"You taking any of my students for their internship?" Logan questions.

"Out of the sixteen who get to choose, no," Aizawa responds. "Of the four who are being forced to work with a UA teacher because of their actions during the festival, Monoma."

"Okay."

Another minute passes.

"Rasputin didn't have to be here?" Aizawa looks at the door almost as if he's expecting the mutant to come walking in then.

Logan snorts. "He's got 'orientation' with Midnight. Last I heard, they were going back to her place."

"Figures." Aizawa rolls his eyes. "You even have a Japanese teaching license?"

Logan can't stop his small laugh. "You think I've been doing fuck-all all this time I've been alive? Had to get one before I even thought about opening a school here."

"Why Japan?"

The Canadian born hero thinks back, memories flashing by in his head rapidly before he shrugs nonchalantly. "Got quite the history with this place."

"Ominous." Aizawa sounds like he couldn't care less.

Again, silence consumes them. This time it's almost five minutes.

"Since you're here and Rasputin is-" Aizawa makes a face of disgust before pushing ahead. "Where's Laura?"

"Nezu let me drop her off with Eri in one of your gyms for…playtime."

"Yeah, playtime," Aizawa responds incredulously, standing up. "Come with me. Or not. I don't care." The perpetually tired teacher is quick to leave the room on his way to the gym but Logan easily catches up, walking in stride with the other man.

"Oh, good. Now our riveting conversation can continue," Aizawa says sarcastically.

"Believe me, bub. I've had much more frustrating talks with other heroes." Logan can't help but think back.

"I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

Logan eyes the man up and down from behind him while he types on several holographic screens. The two stand on the top floor of Avengers Tower. "Wolverine."

"Right." Tony Stark turns around, closing his fist to minimize the current screen he's working on. "So. This is what I'm thinking, your people on one side of the room, my people on the other side. We have some coffee, and donuts. Squirrel Girl is supposed to be here. I don't have to be worried about you…you know…" Tony makes a motion like he's eating ribs.

"I didn't name myself Wolverine because I eat like one," Logan growls.

"Well, you gotta work with me here. Because it clearly wasn't for your," Tony looks him up and down, "cheery disposition."

Logan scoffs. "You this much of a jackass to everyone, bub?"

"It's part of my cheery disposition." He pulls up a new screen, studying the form on it. "Claws made of Adamantium? Slightly impressive. Show me."

Doing it not because Tony told him to, but because he thought it'd make him shut up faster, Logan clenches his right fist and extends his three metal claws from his knuckles.

"And your whole skeleton is made of that?" Tony points to the claws. "No wonder the X-Men have their own private jet, you must be the biggest pain in the ass at the airport."

Tony studies the claw for a few more seconds. "Interesting. Thanks. If I have a can of peas I need opened, I'll let you know." Logan laughs but there's no humor in it. He retracts two of the claws leaving the middle one extended. "And I thought Canadians were supposed to be nice."

"Do you ever fucking shut up?" Logan retracts his last claw.

"I do!" Tony raises a finger. "All the time actually. Come to the movies with me, I won't talk. I'm not a monster. As for now, I'll shut up in…Jarvis, how long until the meeting?"

"One hour and twelve minutes, sir."

"Thanks." Tony faces him again. "I'll shut up in about thirteen to nineteen and a half hours. Give or take. That okay with you, badger?"

"…Wolverine."

"Ah!" Tony snaps his fingers. "My bad there, ferret. Should we continue to organize?" The elevator dings behind them and opens. "Hold that thought. Cap! Over here! I got a guy who wants to teach you how to do a fist bump."

"I'm good with not talking," Logan tells Aizawa as they near the gym.

"At least I know we'll be able to agree on something." The other hero teacher opens the door to the all-cement gym. The two walk in to find exactly what they were expecting.

Cementoss leaning against the wall as Eri and Laura practiced fighting techniques against Nomu. Laura wears her usual outfit while Eri is in UA sweats. Logan immediately notices that Eri's blades now protrude above her hands instead of below and by her wrists. He imagines Laura had something to do with that.

Laura straightens Eri's shoulders before taking a step back and nodding. Eri yells and jumps, doing a sideways flip in the air before bringing her left blade down on top of Nomu's knee.

The creature drops to one knee before Eri stabs it in its shoulder before kneeing Nomu in the stomach, just like she would a normal opponent.

"You did it!" Laura yells excitedly in Spanish.

"Yay!" Eri cheers, pulling her blades back into her hidden gauntlets. Nomu chirps happily and lightly claps for her. "I-uh-" she scrunches up her face. "G-g-gracias," Eri tries her best to thank the other girl in broken Spanish.

Laura's face lights up. "Good!" She clears her throat. "Y-your welcome," Laura replies in broken Japanese, causing both girls to giggle.

"At least they're getting along." Logan motions his head to the girls. Aizawa hums while they move to a position close to the wall by Cementoss to watch. "At the rate Eri is learning, she might be able to get more than one hit on Laura in their next spar."

Watching the girls, Logan doesn't notice Aizawa's scarf rising slightly. "What was that?"

"Hm? It's nothing against Eri. She's a very good fighter for a beginner," Logan compliments. "But let's just say Laura was practically engineered to be a fighter."

"Be that as it may…" Aizawa narrows his eyes although, like Logan, he keeps them on the girls. "Eri, despite her small stature, is much more resilient than she looks. And has had to learn to adapt quickly to differing situations. I imagine with her tenacity and my training, it won't be long before she starts giving your daughter trouble."

"Listen." Logan laughs a little. "From what I've seen, Eri is a unicorn but Laura is a fucking stubborn brat. And she brings that into her fighting."

"Being an animal in fights might work against some punks, but against a precisely trained fighter," he nods to Eri, "it's a weakness."

It's Logan's turn to face Aizawa for the first time. "We'll just have to see about that, kid."

Aizawa's dark eyes find the mutant's own. "Guess we will, old man."

"-kicking you for years and what did you learn? Nothing!" Torino jets off the wall easily dodging Tenko's gloved punch before bringing his heel down on the boy's head. Tenko crumples to the ground, holding his head.

"Stop whining!" Gran commands, landing back on the couch in his living room. "I held back so much I should be embarrassed."

"You will be when I put you in a damn retirement home…"

"What was that?!"

Tenko stands up, still rubbing his head. "I said you will be when I put you in a retirement home!"

"Big man, eh?!" Gran shifts to ready himself, but Toshinori places his hand on his shoulder.

"Sensei? I…appreciate you teaching your lessons to young Tenko, but I thought you were planning to…how should I put this? Approach it differently than you did with me?"

Gran shakes his hand off, gritting his teeth. "Are you questioning my methods, boy?"

"W-well n-no! I-uh, what I mean is, um, yes! But not yes yes! More like yes no! Um…" Toshinori fumbles through his words.

"Unfold your tongue, zygote!" Gran taps Toshinori's arm with his cane and the hero whimpers, rubbing his arm. What a baby, he barely touched him. "I'm just messing with you. And I am teaching the boy differently. Tenko!"

Said boy slams down his cup of water. "What?!"

"What have you learned about One for All?!" Gran demands.

Tenko scoffs, taking another chug of water. "That I was right." He tosses the cup in the sink. "Grandma and All Might's quirk won't work for me because it knows I shouldn't have it."

Toshinori's face falls, but Gran stamps his cane on the ground. "No! Don't be stupid. Try again."

His ward, to his credit, sighs and takes the time to think. "I learned…One for All is different. I don't have to think about activating my quirk. It just…" he swallows, looking down. "It just happens when I press my fifth finger down. Decay is a passive skill. One for All is an active skill. I'm not used to that."

Gran nods, understanding what the boy is saying through context, while Toshinori flips quickly through his new gaming book. Tenko gets back on his feet, sighing again before wiping some dust off his clothes. "We've been at this a while and I'm expecting a friend soon. Can we be done for the day?"

"Bah." Gran waves him off. "Good. It was almost time for me to watch my shows anyway." Toshinori gives him a weird look but Gran ignores him. The oaf says his goodbyes and leaves, allowing Tenko to set up his video games in the living room. Strange, he usually goes to his room for that.

"Eh I hope you don't mind," Gran says on his way out of the room. "My muscles in my hands needed to be worked so I tried one of your games."

"What?!!!" Gran laughs to himself as Tenko opens his system to check the game. "You didn't overwrite my save data, did you?!"

"What's that?" Gran fakes cluelessness, tilting his head. "By the way, I needed money for this nice looking chair in your game so I sold all your shiny armor."

"No!" Tenko wails, booting up the game as fast as he can. "What were you thinking?! Do you know how many hours I had to- uuuuugh!" Gran suppresses his snickers as Tenko finally loads up his game, checking every menu he possibly can.

"Weapons. Potions. Armor. Spells….it's all…it's all here…"

"Bahahaha!" Gran holds the wall as he laughs, with Tenko mustering the dirtiest look he can.

"That wasn't funny!"

"Then why am I laughing?!"

Tenko shakes his head checking over the rest of the game. Gran walks the rest of the way around the corner but stops, listening to Tenko's muttering.

"Good. All my stuff is still here. Looks like he started a quest, might as well finish it while I'm here." The chair groans when the boy sits and Gran hears the buttons clicking.

"Fuck….FUCK! Roll you bastard, roll! There! Fucking hell." More button clicking. "Dammit, the delay on these skill activations. Just like fucking One for All. Why couldn't it just be passive like…like…wait."

Gran's ears perk up as the button clicking increases.

"Elixir of Power…activating item multiplies all attack damage by 1.25x. The effect lasts until the player dies," Tenko reads. "In other words, you activate it once and it increases all your stats passively without having to worry about activating it again."

The chair scrapes from the sound of Tenko standing. "Instead of treating One for All like an active skill and turning it on every time I wanna use it with a delay…could I treat it like this elixir? Turn it on once and use it to increase all of my stats at the same time?"

Gran smiles. 'Knew you'd get there, you punk.'

A knock at the door makes Tenko jump. "I'll think about that later." Gran listens to the kid shuffle over to the door and open it. "Tsu, you made it."

"Thanks for inviting me. Ribbit." Gran hears a teenage girl say from the doorway, before being let inside. "I should be thanking you though. My siblings are really getting into video games, and I don't really know anything about them."

"Happy to help," Tenko laughs nervously. "I got pretty much every game you can think of, so I can help you figure out whatever game your siblings are playing."

"The look on their faces is gonna be funny. Ribbit, ribbit." Tsu laughs along. "And if you ever wanna come over and help me beat them…that'd be fine."

"Uh, y-yeah. That sounds awesome. Did you want something to drink?" Tenko offers.

"What do you have?"

Gran shakes his head before walking upstairs, continuing to smile at himself.

"And that's the Allosaurus!" Tokage points eagerly at the exhibit.

Denki looks up at the fossil recreation the museum created of the dinosaur, whistling. "I mean, it's big. But the T-Rex is bigger."

"The T-Rex was a poser!" Tokage exclaims scandalously. "It was too big to fit in most places, had useless arms, and was a scavenger! A loser! The Allosaurus was smaller, leaner, faster, actual arms that did shit, and used awesome stealth to get its kills! It didn't wait for other Dinos to kill its food like a bitch!"

"Excuse me?!" Both teens look over to a frustrated mother seething at them as she covers the ears of her two small children. "Do you mind?! Language!"

They both wince. "Sorry…" Tokage waves them off before whisper-shouting, "T-Rex is still a bitch!"

"I'll take your word!" Denki giggles while he lets Tokage drag him off to the next exhibit. "I'm not gonna lie. When you said you were into reptiles and Dinosaurs, I think I underestimated how much."

The green-haired girl looks back at him while she continues to drag him. "Keep underestimating me babe and I'll keep making you pay."

"Like I paid for these tickets?"

Tokage stops to bat her eyelashes at him. "And here I thought you were being chivalrous. Helping me recover from my devastating loss in the festival."

"I won the whole festival for you!"

"I suppose…" she puts a finger to her cheek. "Okay, how about I get us dinner after this?"

"No way." Denki waves his arms in front of him. "I can-"

"Hey!" Tokage covers his mouth. "No ifs, and, or buts. I'm buying us dinner. Understood?" Denki nods. "Good. Now speaking of nice butts, get yours over to that Velociraptor exhibit."

Denki doesn't have a chance to say anything before he finds himself standing in front of the new dinosaur. "Woah," he finally gets out. "They're smaller than I thought."

"No less awesome," Tokage amends.

"Like my butt apparently?" Denki rags the girl next to him.

"You caught that, huh?" Tokage pretends to be surprised. "Oh, no. You heard. What are you gonna do about it?" She smirks.

"Excuse me!" Denki and Tokage are torn away from their talk by the same mother from before, glaring at them. "My precious boy heard the things you were saying and that is highly inappropriate for a museum with families! One more time and I'm calling security!"

She huffs away. Her children, a little girl and a boy, stick their tongues out at them before their mother turns around. Denki actually spots a security guard casually leaning against a wall watching their interaction. He gives Denki an apologetic shrug.

The family moves to the next exhibit over, which features the Dilophosaurus. Tokage regains her smirk and leans close to Denki. "Cover me," She whispers before detaching her hand and floating it over to the fake dinosaurs. Denki immediately moved in front of her to block her from the view of most people.

Every display contains two recreations of the dinosaurs. One made from fossils, and one made to show what the Dino might've looked like. So when the kids get close to the realistic looking small carnivore, Tokage grabs it by the back of its head and jerks it quickly toward the kids. By some luck, the jaw opens as well, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

The children scream, running as fast as they can back to their mom. Denki and Tokage hold each other close, trying to contain their laughter. When Denki regains control of himself, he looks up and freezes. Tokage's breath catches in the back of her throat when she also realizes the same security guard is still staring at them.

The man raises his arm and…puts it to his mouth to stifle his own laugh. He gives them a thumbs-up and walks away.

Denki can't think of a way to thank him before being yanked away again.

"Who's after me, kid?"

Hirona chokes on her tea, putting her mug down on the bar to stop her coughing, while Kurogiri looks on in horror at the tea being wasted.

"W-what?" Hirona hits her chest a few times to stop her cough.

"Who's after me," Nagant repeats, pushing her empty plate away from her so Kurogiri could warp it away. "You're planning to recruit more people, yeah?"

"Oh! Y-yeah! I mean yes! Of course!" Hirona nods vigorously. Her calm composure breaks easily under Nagant's stare.

"Is she always this bad at lying?" The former hero asks.

"I've seen her be…marginally better," Kurogiri replies while wiping the spilled tea from the bar surface.

"We'll have to work on that."

"I'm sorry!" Hirona apologizes. "I am planning on getting more people! I was just kind of focused on you because you're, well, you're you! So I'm not really sure on exactly who to go after next…"

Nagant taps her head. "This is more of that narrow view I told you we have to expand. But if you're not sure…" she inhales and exhales slowly. "I think I might remember some old contacts that might have nothing better to do."

"Really?!"

"Yeah," Nagant confirms. "Didn't do every mission by myself. Heroes, politicians, foreign spies, even those conspiracy nuts who yelled about the HPSC being taken over by aliens, they sent me after anyone. Sometimes I would use contacts to help me find them."

"That'd be great, thank you!" Hirona swings her arms in her elation and in the process, accidentally knocks her tea mug to the ground, shattering it. Which leads to a long overdrawn sigh from Kurogiri. "Shit! Sorry, I'll get it."

Hirona creates one of her energy platforms under her and uses it to raise herself into the air so she can grab the cleaning supplies from atop the cabinets. "Those can float?"

"Huh?" Hirona turns around when she's back on the ground. "My quirk? Yes?"

Nagant hums. "Can anyone use those?"

"I think so," Hirona shrugs, creating a new one by Nagant so her fellow villain could try it out. The older woman tests the platform and like Hirona thought, she can step on them as well.

"Lift me up." Hirona still isn't sure where they're going with this, but doesn't question Nagant as she raises the platform a meter into the air. "Make another one."

Hirona obliges again, making a new platform close to Nagant. Her eyes widen when the former hero steps from one platform to the next. "Again." Hirona makes a few more platforms, each at different heights while Nagant steps between them.

"You…you can use them too…" Hirona says in shock. "And with your quirk!-"

"The possibilities are many," Nagant grins. "I think we need to get some practice in, don't you?"

"Yeah!"