Author's Note: Welcome, welcome, welcome to the world of MHA's Ultimate Spider-Man! Like my previous Spider-Man story, Izuku will have all of the abilities of Spider-Man, starting out with the basic skills, which will evolve over time. Izuku's smart enough to create his own tech, that much is a given, and suits. The world of Quirks has technology that is far more advanced than what normal superhero worlds have save for far-flung future tech.

1: The Birth of a Hero - 1: The Mutation

"Dear Mister Midoriya, I was highly impressed with your attempt to enroll in the Hero Course here at U.A. Your score on our written examination has been ranked as one of the highest in this school's history, and you have been marked for immediate enrollment in our school's General Studies and Support Courses. Concerning your attempts at the practical examination, however, while you did score a modest amount of Combat Points, I regret to inform you that you have failed to gain enough to qualify for U.A.'s Hero Course. Enclosed you will find a letter awaiting your signature on whether or not you wish to enroll in either our General Studies, or Support Course.

Hoping to hear from you soon -

- Principal Nezu"

Izuku had read the letter dozens of times by now, and had the General Studies, and Support Course letters in front of him waiting to be signed. However, no matter how much he wanted to enroll in U.A., he couldn't make himself sign the forms. He had wanted to prove himself worthy of being a Hero so badly that he had spent the last year preparing his body for the test. He was much stronger now, and knew how to defend himself after taking a martial arts class, but even that hadn't helped him.

"I guess All Might was right," the boy sighed as he took the rejection letter between his hands and ripped it right down the middle before tearing it into smaller pieces and letting it drop into the wastebasket beside his desk.

Grabbing a few of his inventions from his desk and stuffing them in his pocket, Izuku got up from his chair and walked out of his room where his mother was waiting worriedly. The woman took one look at her son's face and reached out to hug him, "Oh, Sweetheart," she brought him into her arms and started crying, "I'm so sorry." She wept while Izuku patted her back absently.

"It's okay," the boy said mechanically, "They said I can still get into the Support Course and General Studies."

His mother's mood changed almost immediately when she heard that, "Oh, then isn't that better than being outright turned away?" She smiled up at him in an attempt to cheer him up, "And you would still be able to help Heroes with your inventions! Like those little gadgets you like to tinker with all the time!"

The boy sighed before moving away from his mother, "Yeah," Izuku said before moving away, and heading toward the door.

He grabbed a light green jacket just as his mother called out to him, "Izuku, sweetie, I know this isn't what you wanted, but...realistically, this is much better for you." She said, not knowing that she was breaking his heart into even smaller pieces, "Hero work is dangerous even for those that have powerful Quirks, but for you - "

After ten years of hearing the same thing something inside the boy snapped and it all came rushing out as he lost his temper. "You think I don't know that?" Izuku snapped, his mother's eyes widening in shock, "Believe me, I do!" He ground out while the woman just stood in a stupor, "I've had to live with my dream being shattered at every turn by you, my teachers, and people I thought were my friends!"

"Izuku - !" She whimpered in an attempt to calm him.

But he was far from through with his rant, "And don't think I don't know why Dad never comes home, or even calls us anymore," the boy growled, "He's ashamed of me, and can't stand the sight of his Quirkless son!" He backed toward the door, "Kacchan was right, a swan dive off the balcony would be - "

"Izuku Midoriya!" His mother yelled, horrified by his words as he just turned away and walked out of the apartment with the door slamming right behind him. Her tears were spilling over as she sank to the floor and wept.

Then her son's words started ringing in her ears: Kacchan was right. Kacchan was right.

"Katsuki," she rose up and reached for the phone, and dialed the Bakugo residence. "Mitsuki? It's Inko. We need to have a talk, now!"

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Meanwhile, Izuku had made it down the stairs and onto the street, and was walking slowly down the sidewalk, his eyes cast down while he had pulled a hood up over his head. He didn't want anyone from his school in the neighborhood recognizing him. It was no secret that he had tried for U.A., and suffered for it. Not just mental but physical abuse by many of his classmates. And at the front of the abusers was his former childhood friend, Katsuki Bakugo, whom he often referred to as Kacchan.

The boy had been blessed with a powerful Quirk, and had been praised by everyone, from their teachers to the parents of other students saying that he was sure to be a wonderful Hero. Of course, no one had dared to curb the lousy attitude that had come with all of that praise. He had grown prideful, and bull-headed. He viewed anyone around him as beneath him since no one had a stronger Quirk than he did.

And since Izuku didn't have a Quirk at all, that meant that Katsuki turned from being his best friend to his worst possible enemy. With the world's population being a Quirk dominated percentage with eighty percent of the people having a Quirk, and twenty percent not having a Quirk, those that were diagnosed as Quirkless were now seen as the freaks of society.

Which meant that the term racism had been thrown out the window, and had been replaced by geneticism. When it came down to it, even if a person's parents had Quirks, that didn't guarantee that person would get one of their Quirks, a mix of the two, or at all. It all relied on genetics. And that meant that the fault really didn't lay with Izuku. His father, Hisashi, as it turned out, had a long history of Quirklessness in his family. His Quirk wasn't even particularly strong, either.

While he did love his father, he felt that the man was hoping that, when Izuku was born, his child would have a mixture of his and his mother's Quirks. Pyrokinesis was rare, and even a weak version of it would be looked upon as remarkable. Flame Quirks weren't rare, but they were never useless. But that had all come to a screeching halt when Izuku had been taken in for his Quirk analysis and deemed Quirkless, all because of an extra joint in his little toe.

After that things had gone from bad to worse.

With his powerful Explosion Quirk, Katsuki had become the picture of a schoolyard bully on steroids in every sense of the word. And Izuku had taken it upon himself to stand up to him, which resulted in all his bullying had shifted to the Quirkless boy that didn't know his place. He could still feel the heat from each explosion produced from Katsuki's palms which were punctuated by cruel words raining down on him such as insect, stepping-stone, and possibly the worst of all: Deku. Deku was another way to read the kanji of Izuku's name, changing it to a word that meant worthless.

And having suffered the ashen blond's wrath for ten years, Izuku how knowingly developed a low opinion of himself.

Even after he had gotten into Aldera Middle School, things had gotten even worse than before. The teachers of the school didn't care for the fact that one of their students was Quirkless, only that another of their students had an impressively powerful Quirk, and that he was aiming for U.A. Academy. When it was found out that Izuku was also working his way toward the same school, Katsuki had hit the roof.

There wasn't a day that went by that Izuku didn't come home with new wounds, bruises, scrapes, and scorch marks. "If you're so desperate for a Quirk, why not take a swan dive off the roof and wish for one in your next life?" Katsuki had said not so long ago. Right then and there, Izuku realized that there was nothing of his old friend Kacchan left in Katsuki Bakugo.

"He's more of a Villain than a Hero, now," Izuku said to himself as he walked along the street, a rumble of thunder rolling overhead. He looked up and saw storm clouds slowly moving over the city. "Just my luck." He sighed as the first drop of rain hit his face.

The sound of shoes scuffing the pavement reached his ears followed by the sound of heavy breathing. "Hey you, kid!" Izuku turned around and saw a man running toward him. He skidded to a stop right next to him, completely out of breath, "Kid...you seen...a li'l girl..." he panted from behind a surgical mask while he held up a picture, "Looks like this?"

Izuku looked at the picture, seeing a skinny, pale, white-haired little girl with a tiny horn on the right side of her head. Izuku then looked at the man. Along with the surgical mask over his face, and was wearing dark glasses as well as a thick overcoat and gloves. At his side, Izuku was certain he could see the shape of a gun holster tucked underneath the coat.

He could also make out the smell of cigarette smoke and a faint hint of some kind of alcohol coming from the man. Izuku simply gave a shrug, "Sorry," he said, "You're the first person I've run into." He was glad that he didn't have to lie: he was horrible at it. And this person seemed like someone that he'd want nothing to do with.

The man growled and shoved the picture back into his pocket, "Dammit," he then took off, "Boss is gonna kill me!" He muttered under his breath as he ran and the rain began to fall, not bothered about letting Izuku hear him.

Izuku then watched him as he rounded the corner of the street and checked his pockets, making sure he had a particular one of his inventions with him. As it happened, he did, so he brought it out and attached it to the inside of his right wrist and palm. It was meant to be a capture weapon he had designated the Web Shooter. As its name suggested, it shot strong, sticky ropes of a web-like substance that stuck to most anything and were nearly impossible to get off without spreading it, but it was also as strong as steel cables.

After his encounter with the supposed gunman he thought that it would be useful if he happened to run into anymore trouble. And he was certainly in no mood to deal with thugs with guns.

He covered the device with his sleeve and continued his walk...right before a tiny body came tumbling out of the alley and crashed into his legs.

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Back at the Midoriya household, the normally timid Inko Midoriya was showing her fangs for once. "I've put up with that boy of yours for years, Mitsuki, and only because my baby wanted to see the good in him," she half-shouted half-sobbed into the phone, "But after hearing that he practically tried to bait my Izuku into suicide is beyond any amount of reasoning or patience I can muster!"

One the other end of the phone, and equally furious Mitsuki Bakugo agreed with her, "Don't you worry, Inko," she said as she glared at her son where he was sitting on the couch with a set of headphones on, "I'm going to make sure that my little brat knows exactly what he's done this time!"

"Let him know that I'm extremely close to pressing charges against him, Mitsuki," Inko put in, "I know we've been friends for years, but this is too much for me to put up with. If I see even a hint of a scorch mark on Izuku from this point on, Katsuki will face the consequences!"

While looking at her son, she could tell that the boy obviously hadn't heard a single thing she had said, "You better believe he will!" Mitsuki said, "I'm going to talk to him right now. You just take care of Izuku, alright?"

"Of course."

The woman hung up the phone, then marched over to where her son was sitting before yanking the headphones off of him. "Katsuki Bakugo!" She roared.

Startled the boy rounded on his mother angrily, "What the hell, you old hag!" Katsuki roared right back at her, only to get a harsh slap right to his face.

Masaru, his father, having overheard everything, chose to hide behind his newspaper for once. Meanwhile his wife was looking down at their son's stunned face. "Don't you dare take that tone with me, you brat!" She snapped at her dazed son, "Did you really try baiting Izuku into jumping off the school roof!?"

It dawned on Katsuki with a snarl, "Why that worthless - "

Before he could go any further, his mother backhanded him on his opposite cheek, "Don't you dare try to put all of this on him, you little bastard!" Mitsuki glared down at him, angry tears coming to her eyes, "Do you know how much I want to call U.A. right now and have them kick you off their roster?!"

"You wouldn't dare - ?!"

She reached out and grasped him by his shirt, "Don't you go telling me what I will or won't do, either!" She roared right into his face, "I should've known some bullshit like this would happen after you got such a big head because of that Quirk of yours, but I never knew that you were such an asshole that you'd try to openly bait someone to commit suicide!"

"He just - " Katsuki tried to speak, his voice beginning to fail him.

But his mother was having none of it. "No, not another word!" She snapped before jabbing her finger into his chest, "I'm going to be calling the teachers at U.A. to let them know exactly what you've done, and so help me if they kick you out, then I say good for them!" She shouted, leaning over him, "To think that I used to be proud of you," she sighed, her voice finally dropping in volume, "Now I can barely stand to look at you." She said as the boy looked away from her, "You know, you and Izuku always loved seeing All Might in action, and that made you both do your best to become just like him," she shook her head, "But you're acting like a Villain!"

It wasn't a slap to the face, but it might as well have been.

But his mother wasn't done as she grabbed the boy by the hair, "And get this straight, young man, if you go near Izuku to do anything more than to apologize, both his mother and I are prepared to have charges brought up against you, understand?!" She s released him, "If you see Izuku, the first thing outta your mouth had better be I'm sorry, and you'd better mean it, buster! Not a single singed hair, not a single piece of scorched clothing should be seen on that boy ever again! Do. I. Make. Myself. CLEAR!"

He looked away from her, his mouth drawn into a thin line.

Mitsuki reached out and grasped him by the chin, forcing him to look at her, "KATSUKI!"

He finally gave a small nod, "Yes, Mom."

Mitsuki stood back with a nod, "Good," she said, and pointed toward the door, "Now get out of here for a while. I need to cool down, and it'll be easier if you're not here," he nodded and started for the door, "And take an umbrella! It's supposed to rain."

He wordlessly snatched up an umbrella from beside the door and walked out.

The woman groaned and went over to the couch with her husband, slumping into the seat. "How?" Mitsuki sighed, palming her face, "How did I not see this sooner?"

"You mean how did we not see it sooner," Masaru asked as he folded up his paper, "Don't forget, parenting is usually a two person job, and I haven't been keeping up my side of the work."

Mistuki looked at him with a half-smile, "True, but you always told me that we needed to curb that attitude of his," she said, "And I never listened...look where that's gotten him, now? What if they really do kick him out for this?"

Masaru shook his head, "We do what any parents would do," he said, "We beg, and we plead, and then we promise to give him every available counseling session that they could make available." He sighed, "Our son isn't too far gone that he can't be brought back, Mitsuki, he just needs to be brought down a few pegs."

"Try a few dozen or so pegs," Mitsuki leaned into her husband's shoulder, "How do we do this?"

"One step at a time," he told her with a squeeze of her shoulders.

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By the time Katsuki got to the streets below his parents apartment the rain was coming down hard and fast. [I can't believe this,] he thought to himself angrily, [It's...it's not my fault that that worthless Deku keeps chasing after a dream that's never gonna happen!] That was part of the reason he hated him so much. He didn't have a Quirk at all and yet the scrawny teen had continued to act like a Hero for as long as he had known him. But no matter what he did to try and distance himself from him, Izuku had always...treated him like a friend.

[What the hell's wrong with me?] He growled and kicked at the soaked ground, sending up a small splash. [He's just a Quirkless loser, why should it matter to me what he does?!]

"Hey!" Shouted a girl's voice as she was inadvertently splashed by his kick, "Dude, what the crap!?" Katsuki only grunted as he passed by, but he felt something jab right into this head and the next thing he knew, his head was filled with insanely loud pounding. "Hey, jackass, when you do something like that, you usually apologize!"

Katsuki swatted at the back of his head, and rounded on her, "What the hell's your problem, bitch!?"

The girl glared at him, unafraid, with her hands on her hips. "What's my problem?" The girl glared at him while aiming what looked like earphone jacks at him,"My problem is the fact that some dickhead wasn't watching what the hell he was doing and just kicked a gallon of muddy water all over me," she snapped at him, "That's my problem, asshole!"

Katuski's free hand started setting off little firecracker-like explosions, "Who're you calling an asshole?!"

She looked down at the boy's smoldering hands, then leveled a glare at him, "Go ahead, dumbass, use your Quirk," she said, "My family's friends with a lot of lawyers, and I bet they'd have a field day with someone like - "

BANG

The girl jumped, looking stunned, and was did Katsuki for that matter. "Was that a gunshot?!"

Before Katsuki could say anything two more shots rang out followed by a little girl's scream. "Shit!" Abandoning his umbrella the ashen-haired teen ran down the streets, cursing richly as the stinging rain soaked his palms and washed away any of the nitro-sweat that had built up.

"Hey!" Shouted the girl, her feet splashing as she began to run after him.

The boy looked back over his shoulder briefly, "Just stay outta this!" Katsuki roared, "You'll only get in my way!"

The girl yelled something at him, but he was already tuning everything else out. [I'll prove her wrong! I'm not a villain! I'll show her!] His mind was racing through all the ways that this could work out for him, and make him look better in his mother's eyes after she had said all of those things to him.

Another shot rang out as a figure stumbled out from an alley carrying a wrapped bundle in their arms, "What the hell - ?!" The blond slid to a halt, nearly colliding with the figure before he recognized a sopping wet mop of greenish black hair, "DEKU!"

Izuku looked up at Katsuki's voice, his face paler than normal, "Kacchan!" The look on his face couldn't have been more relieved.

The use of the nickname caused a vein to pulse on the blond's head, "Don't call me that, idiot!" He snapped as the teen stumbled toward him panting heavily, "And what's all that shooting about?!" He demanded of the boy, "Who's dumb enough to start shit like that in my neighborhood!"

"Wait up!" The girl had caught up with him, and was holding his umbrella. She glared at him through her dripping wet bangs, "Jerk! You could've waited for me!" She snapped at him, her clothes sopping wet from the drenching he'd given her, and now from the rain as well. "What if you needed help? Do you even have a phone?"

Katsuki rounded on her, "And I told you to stay out of this!"

The girl, Izuku noticed, along with her Quirk, had short, dark hair, and a fair complexion. And she was looking right at him with wide eyes, "Hey, are you bleeding?!" She yelled before shoving the umbrella at Bakugo and rushed forward as she saw the red stains on his t-shirt. It was then that Katsuki noticed that one of Izuku's hands was clamped onto his left side which was red with blood leaking through his fingers. "Holy shit, you've been shot!"

"He's what -!?" The Explosion teen shouted.

Izuku brushed her hands away with a shaky grin, "Please don't worry about me," he said before he pushed his bundled up jacket toward Katsuki, "It's her we need to worry about." Katsuki frowned as he lifted a portion of the jacket and saw a pair of terrified little red eyes looking right back at him.

To say that the explosive teen was shocked was an understatement, "Okay, Deku, what the actual hell?" He looked at the injured teen, "What's with this kid, and who the fuck shot you!?"

Izuku shook his head with a look as though the action caused him pain, "No time to explain," he ground out, "The guy that's chasing us won't be too far behind me, but he's only after me." He said and thrust the girl into his arms, "You take her, and get her to the police station. I'll lead the guy away."

Then the three of them heard a small, terrified voice stutter out, "N-No!" Both Katsuki and the girl looked down at the child he was now holding as she reached out a tiny bandaged hand to latch onto Izuku's soaked shirt, "Please, don't go! He'll kill you!" She pleaded with him, her eyes wide and watery, "He always kills the people that are nice to me! I don't want you to die!" Her tiny voice was laced with fear and desperation.

Izuku just smiled as he reached up and patted her on the head, "Don't you worry," he said, keeping his tone calm for the little girl, "I'm not going to die. If there's one thing I'm actually good at, it's finding a way to get through anything." He winked at her, and then looked back at Katsuki, "You want to be a Hero so much, well here's your chance." His voice turned cold and serious, "Get her out of here!"

Katuski was about to argue, but the green-haired teen turned him around by his shoulders and gave him a shove, "I said get out of here!" He repeated more forcefully before looking to the girl, "You had better go, too!"

"And you should get to a hospital!" The girl snapped as she handed Katsuki his umbrella, "Look, I don't know what's going on," she looked down at his side where the blood was freely flowing between his fingers, "but I'm not going to leave someone behind when they're hurt this bad!"

Katsuki looked between the two of them and growled, "There's a clinic not far from here," She looked at him with raised eyebrows, "It's small, but they should be able to patch him up enough to get him to a hospital," he pointed down the street toward the West, "I'll take the kid to the police, and see if I can send some help." He then glared at the wounded boy, "You just try not to die on me, you damn nerd, or I'll kill you!"

Izuku gave a weak crooked smile, "Got it." He said with a slow nod before he started off in the direction of the clinic both of them knew. He stumbled once, but was caught by the girl around his ribs before he could hit the ground though the action made him wince.

"Sorry," she said, trying to find a decent hold on him that wouldn't cause him pain, "Just...just let me help you, okay?"

Izuku shook his head, "You'd be safer if you went with them," he gestured to Katsuki, "Besides, I don't want you getting mixed up in my mess."

A vein pulsed on Katsuki's head, "Well, thanks a lot for getting me involved, ya loser," the other boy growled before moving off, casting a glare at the girl over his shoulder, "Keep the idiot alive, alright?"

The girl let out a small laugh before she turned them down the street, "Alright, come on," she said to the injured boy while the rain began to fall harder, "We need to go. The rain should wash away the blood trail."

Izuku didn't argue as he was led a long.

Katsuki ran down the street with the little girl tucked against his chest, glancing back over his shoulder at the two of them, "Dammit, Deku, don't you dare die on me...not until I've apologized."

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"Boss, I got bad news," the thug said as he took shelter under an awning, "The kid got snatched up! Some teenage ran off with her!"

"Where did they go?" Said the man on the other end, "What prefecture?"

The thug groaned, "I don't know how she made it this far, but she managed to get all the way to Mustafar City," he said, "You know that place near Shizuoka?"

A snarl was heard over the receiver, "That far! What the hell were the others thinking!"

"I don't know, Boss, I only got the notice about half an hour before I ran into that little rat that snatched her," the thug frowned, "Listen, Boss, I hate to sound like a jackass, but I think I'm gonna need some help. You got any contacts with the police in this area?"

"Unfortunately not," the man growled, "It's fine for now. Just let it go. We have enough of her cells to work with for now. In the meantime, keep your eyes open for the brat, and keep me updated. The moment you see even a strand of that girl's hair, you call me right away, understand?"

The thug nodded, "If I'm lucky, that might not be too much longer," he chuckled, "I nailed the brat that took her with nine mil. hollow point." He chuckled, "He should be bleeding out anytime."

"Good," the man said, "At least you made the little bastard pay."

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Seeing Izuku with his shirt of would have normally made the nudity-hating Kyoka Jiro blush neon red, but while he was very fit for someone his age, maybe due to a Strength Enhancing Quirk, his body was covered in scars. More scars than she thought possible for anyone outside of Pro Hero work, or any other dangerous jobs, or military service.

"You're in bad shape, young man," Doctor Tsubasa said as he examined the gunshot wound on the boy's side. "If this bullet had gone even a quarter of an inch in either direction, you'd be short a lung, or possibly paralyzed."

The girl frowned at the doctor as the boy winced while he stitched the wound up. "You seriously need to work on your bedside manner, Doc," she huffed, "The guy just risked his life for a little girl, and you're telling him he was damned lucky to make it this far?"

Tsubasa looked at the girl through his strange-looking goggles. "That's not what I meant at all, my dear," he said, as he dabbed the area with alcohol, making the boy hiss, "I'm actually quite impressed that a boy his age could take such damage without a type of Healing Quirk."

Kyoka smiled at the boy as his face twisted in a sort of half-smile at the praise, "Well, whatever his Quirk is, it must be doing something to help him if he's not bawling his eyes out right now."

The boy looked ready to cry, "W-well - "

The doctor beat him to the punch, "Oh, Izuku doesn't have a Quirk at all, young lady," the doctor said which caused the boy to flinch, "Which is why I'm so impressed."

The girl looked at Izuku with a new light in her eyes, but, for Izuku, it wasn't the look of loathing or disgust he had come to expect because of his harsh treatment, it was a look of pure amazement, "You're...you don't have a Quirk?" Her voice rose in pitch, "But I saw you at the U.A. entrance examines!"

Izuku chuckled weakly, "Well, I did okay on the written part, but I couldn't break very many of the robots." He said as he held up his scarred hands

"Still, though, that was a pretty ballsy thing to do." She said, impressed.

"Hmph!" The doctor snorted as he went to one of the cabinets, "Ballsy isn't the word I would use, just to let you know," he said, pausing as he pulled out a vile of green liquid. "Hmm." He looked over at the boy for a moment before nodding, "A little cocktail of antibiotics and small amount of steroids, and you should be fine in a few weeks if those stitches hold up." He said as he retrieved a syringe.

The girl hissed in mock pain as she saw the needle, "Oh boy..."

"What?" Izuku asked.

"Er, oh, it's uh, nothing, I was just thinking that I forgot to tell you my name," she stammered as the man snuck up behind him, "I'm, uh, Kyoka Jiro, and I gotta say, you're pretty brave out there when - "

Tsubasa jabbed him.

"YEOW!" Izuku propelled himself off the table a good three feet.

" - oh..." Kyoka winced as Izuku glared weakly at the doctor as he chuckled.

The boy groaned, "A little warning would've been nice!"

"I did say that you would be getting a mix of antibiotics and a light steroid, but I didn't say how you'd get it," the doctor chuckled, "Now, I must warn you that you will feel a bit feverish as a mild side effect, but that will pass quickly." He said as the boy sat up, allowing him to begin wrapping bandages around his waist,"I've also had the nurse call your mother. She should be here in a few minutes, so if the young lady wouldn't mind keeping your company for a little while longer, I'll have you moved to a recovery room so you can rest, and get a you hooked up to an IV to replenish the lost blood. You must be feeling quite dizzy by now."

Izuku nodded as he finished with the bandages, "Okay...Thank you, Miss Jiro." He said as the girl moved to support his weight.

Kyoka blushed, "J-just call me Kyoka," she said as the boy looked at her in surprise, "You've been bleeding on me for a little while, so I'd say that at least puts us on a first name basis."

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A few minutes after the two teenagers left the examination room, Tsubasa closed and locked the door and pulled out his phone, "Master, I've got a little bit of news for you."

"Do you, now?" Said a smooth voice, "What do you have to report?"

Tsubasa chuckled, "Do you recall my little experiment with the Devil's Breath, and its effects on animals?"

There was a chuckle from the other end of the phone"Indeed, I do," said the master, "As I recall, you were testing it on different species of arachnids. Primarily spiders, wasn't it?"

"Indeed, and I've just tested the mutated venom on a young man that just came back into my old clinic here in Mustafar," he said whilst twirling his mustache, "Poor boy was shot, it seems, with a hollow point, no less. What I didn't tell him was that that bullet tore up some of his vital organs, and he would've been dead by the morning since I didn't have the right equipment here to treat such a wound. However, if the venom acts as it should, then the boy should be able to regenerate within a few hours of the injection."

The master chuckled, "Still trying to make up for not finding the Cell Regeneration Quirk in time, are we?"

"Can you blame me, Master? You are, technically, blind after all." Tsubasa sighed. "And it was I that failed to heal you in time."

"What other side effects do you expect?" Asked the master.

Tsubasa hummed in thought for a moment, "If it's a negative reaction, then he won't last the night. The venom I used was from a mutated black widow I procured from overseas, after all. However, if the effects are positive, as I've said, he'll heal, and be right as rain by morning." He said, "Though I don't know if there will be any other effects. When testing the venom on rats, they seemed to take on arachnid-like traits. One even grew a few extra limbs. This boy is Quirkless, however, and the first human subject I've ever tested it on, so I'm quite excited to see what comes of it."

"As am I, my old friend, as am I," said the master, "Do keep me informed, won't you?"

"But of course," Tsubasa said, "By the way, have you made any progress with your little spy?"

The master chuckled, "Why yes, as a matter of fact, I have," he said with amusement, "The boy was quite willing to comply after I had a little conversation with his parents."

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"So," Kyoka said as she sat by Izuku's hospital bed while she twirled one of her jacks around her finger, "you tried to get into the Hero Course without a Quirk?"

Izuku, who was now reclining on his bed with a bag of blood hooked up to his arm, nodded sheepishly, "I-I know it was dumb, but I had to try," he said, "I've wanted to be a Hero all of my life. I even took up a martial arts class and physical training to get my body in shape in time for the test."

[It shows,] the girl noted silently as she had seen a fair amount of his chiseled chest and abs while he was being worked on, and she had to admit that, scars or no scars, the boy was nice to look at. [He'd be cute if he wasn't so damned pale.] She frowned as a light sheen of sweat started to show on his forehead, "You're sweating a little," she told him, "Must be the fever the doctor warned us about."

"I do feel a little warm," the boy admitted, his cheeks flushed. Kyoka leaned over and placed her hand against his forehead, making him yelp a little at the contact, "Uh, K-k-kyoka?" He stammered as she drew back her hand, waving it slightly.

"Jeeze, you're on fire!" She yelped. "Maybe I should go get a nurse, or something?"

Izuku frowned, "Really, I feel fine," he lied, while in truth he felt like his insides were churning, and not just because of the bullet hole in his side. Even the simple touch of her cool hand had sent a near electrical shock wave over his skin, but he thought that that might have something to do with the fact that an exceedingly pretty girl had touched him.

"You don't look it," the girl said stubbornly before she got to her feet, "Look, you just lay back and rest, I'll see if a nurse can come in and check up on you, alright?" She said as she moved toward the door, "I wanted to call my folks to let them know where I am, anyway."

Izuku nodded, feeling a little more than off and not trusting his voice, as the girl exited the room and curled in on himself as he clutched at his stomach. "Eugh!" His stomach heaved, emptying its contents as he leaned over the side of the bed while the heat began to spread from his forehead throughout his body, his heart pounding rapidly. "Wh-what's happening to me!" He groaned again in pain, and rolled over, his body falling from the bed.

The machinery that he was hooked up to suddenly started beeping loudly as the Ivs and monitors came undone from his body. His groans then turned into pained wails just as Kyoka came bursting back into the room with a nurse right behind her.

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Author's Note: Now, for those that think that this first chapter is fast-paced, good, that's how I want it. There are several threads in this first chapter, though, such as Eri running into Deku, Deku getting shot, and Bakugo running into Jiro.

There's also the threads of All for One and Garaki using the venom of a mutated spider that was exposed to the Devil's Breath virus. Now our little green bean already has some of Spider-Man's tech, such as the Web Shooter, which he planned to use as a capture tool. Here at the end we see him undergoing the mutations of Spider-Man, which will pick right up in the next chapter.