Izuku Under The Mask Filled With Great Responsibilities

by Liontigerman23

After the doctor's appointment at the age of 4, and getting a talk from his father that planted his new love of science putting him on the path to Falster his great power but the responsibility to others seems to a elude him. A bite of power and a bit of bad luck will lead him to understand what his father can see.

6. Chapter 6: Shocking Turn Of Events

Chapter 6: What A Shocking Turn Of Events

Part one: new opportunity

In the room of Izuku Midoriya, the 13-year-old Vigilante is hard at work using the pieces he used for his belt before getting inspired to add medical packs on it just in case, "There you go, done and the only thing I'd need is maybe a light and a small camera to take pictures, but that'll be later."

Izuku with his dark green and blue costume on shirt and pants, he put his belt with a Spider-Man head buckle clamping on, "Good, tight, snug, and flexible, let's put it over the pants and be covered by the shirt."

Izuku got dress with the Spider-Man shirt, pant, and belt on under his Junior high school uniform, "All right I'm ready for school" Izuku then heard, "a Robbery at Sakura Sweets Bakery on 202 Sakura Street, Eastern Musutafu" from his computer, "Or not." Said under Izuku's breath.

Looked upon the time on the computer being 6:30 am on the 4th of April on a Friday, during the year 2155.

Izuku turns off the computer, then takes off his uniform and stuffed it in his backpack. Izuku just leaped out of his window with phone in hand as he swung to Sakura Sweets Bakery to send a message

Text messages:

'-Izuku

I'm on a run, and I'm heading to school to take a shower before going to class, that's what I'm doing if you're wondering where I am.'

Landing on a building after three minutes of web swinging, "mmm, three people holding up a ma and pa's store." Izuku thinks, 'Someday I'll have to figure out what usage I can have with these lenses.'

As he swings in the bakery's doorway, "Hey there," knocking on the wall, taking the attention away from the store owners, "looks like we have a sticky situation here. Want some help with that dough?"

Three Thugs in the shop, Izuku, saw them quirks activated, all wearing a black jacket with a dragon on the back. The one to look like the leader has a hand that transformed into a pair of hand guns quirk, another one had a bubble quirk, and last one with fire in his hands.

The thud jolted them to where handguns and two thugs were webbed up to the wall, "I guess the dough isn't the only thing that's sticky around here."

Danger!

Jumping to the ceiling to avoid the fireball. But it hit the tower of magazines, causing it to a small blaze of fire, Izuku then drops and punches the fire quirk user, knocking them out. He yells to the middle-aged couple, I need a flame extinguisher, gain it as the middle-aged couple tossed it to him.

He took off the safety pin, aimed the nozzle at the blazing small fire and squeezed the letter to let out the white foam extinguishing the fire.

Izuku took some breath, but didn't understand why there was a fresh bagel in front of him, so he turned his head and most graciously said, "Huh?"

A light red-headed late 40s lady, offering a bagel, "Thank you dear, here's a bagel for your troubles." To the Dark Green and Blue costume person that helped them, asked them, "Do you mind if you could cut it and then slab some cream cheese for me, thank you." The Red head lady left to cut the bagel.

An older gentleman came walking to Spider-Man, "Thank you for helping us, and thank you for accepting the bagel, she really appreciated it the first time I saw her really smile, in the last five weeks." the Old Gentleman said solemnly the tone caught the ear of Izuku, "What do you mean by that?"

The gentleman decided to tell him because on the way that the green and blue costumed person looked like he wanted to help so he decided to obliged, "Well it all happened because 5 weeks ago our daughter was kidnapped. She was at the age of 9. She didn't really have a good quirk, her quirk is Residual Energy Absorption."

Izuku's quirk nerd sparked, but then asked, "Do you mind writing the last place and giving me a picture of her?"

A small genuine smile on the older gentleman, "Thank you my boy." leaving to find a blank piece of paper,

The pair would return to Spider-Man with the requested, "thank you ma'am and you sir." Taking the bagel and the last place, and the picture of the nine-year-old girl, with her name, Miyako Saito.

Izuku left as the blaring sirens rushing past him as he swung from building to building and landing on a rooftop across from Aldera Junior High. He then put the note and the picture of the little girl and his bag in a safe place for him to put more effort in after class, and just finished his bagel.

Finding the window Izuku uses to get into the men's locker room, with a spot where there are no cameras, so he can get showered, get changed, and get ready for class.

Walking through the school, he saw the clock at 8:28, Izuku got a face of worry as he began his run to and sliding in class as the bell rings.

"I'm here, Takahashi-Sensei, I'm here." Izuku bent over to act like he's recovering from the short jog to get to class.

Takahashi-Sensei, is a mid 30s woman, married, standing at 5ft 7in (1.7 m), weighing 130 lbs. She's wearing a white dress button up, black blazer, and a black long skirt. "Well Midoriya-San, you're here, that's all that matters."

Izuku bowed to Takahashi-sensei, "Thank you, Sensei, for letting me in." Izuku left to walk to his seat, but a leg was stuck out. 'Should I trip on the leg or step over it? Well, I guess I have to keep a bit of the quirkless, worthless Deku identity for a little.'

Izuku's foot tripped over the leg, and landed face first, "Hahaha, Look at Deku, always stumbling around like the useless Quirkless loser he is!" The classroom erupted into laughter based on what Koto Shiki had said.

But Izuku strikes back with a comeback, "At least, I don't need to punch others down so I can stand tall. Also, The Quirk long fingers that you have has really one good use for it, and I'm pretty sure you won't be able to use it anytime soon."

As the classroom falls silent, a lone giggle escapes from one student, breaking the tension. Soon, a few more join in, unable to contain their amusement. The laughter spreads gradually, like ripples in a pond, until the entire class is engulfed in laughter.

However, unlike before, this laughter isn't aimed at Izuku but at Koto Shiki, the one who initiated the taunts.

Even Takahashi-Sensei can't help but suppress a small giggle, finding the situation somewhat amusing.

The tables have turned, and now it's Koto Shiki who becomes the target of the class's mirth, while Izuku stands tall, his confidence bolstered by the unexpected turn of events.

Takahashi-Sensei had to try to regain the attention after her fit of giggles, "Okay, Okay, Okay, settle down, settle down, you have to get ready for your math teacher."

3 hours and 30 minutes later,

Lunchtime, 12:35

Izuku just got his lunch. A bowl of rice, apple juice, grilled fish and chicken, spinach and a parfait is yogurt and fruit, and sat at a table alone, till Steve came with his bagged lunch.

Izuku looked over at Steve, "I haven't seen you for a while Izuku, How are you?" said Steve. Izuku takes a bite of grilled chicken with rice incorporated with the bite, "Well, I've had some training with Death Arms to help me with defending myself. What is it with you, Steve, what are you doing?"

Izuku saw the nervous face on Steve, "Well, I'm just trying to make my progress to make my body better but then again, I'm not anything really I just want to help."

Izuku nods to see what he meant, "Your Medical history huh, being the main reason, go check the internet to figure out how to train them to where it doesn't really care for the long term or so."

Steve's eyes went wide as he stared at Izuku in wonder, "Izuku, wait, what do you mean?"
"Well I went on and searched up anything that was considered mechanical engineering and computer science and went down a rabbit hole of several inventions that the US government patent but never was fully realized until Tony Stark took them made them with his father's Tech and Company he was able to create several weapons out of those patents, So, I would go scavenging to try to find items that would help me create my own inventions when you go through the internet you will find some stuff that will help you, Steve. You just have to figure out if they truly work or if they don't trial and error. That's my motto." Izuku answered, with Steve nodding in understanding.

For the next 30 minutes, most of the students in the classroom are done with their lunch, and some are in the hallways hanging out, Izuku and Steve included.

Izuku and Steve walking together, talking with each other, as they walked around, and were stopped by Katsuki Bakugou, who'd be with him are two young women, Toph Iwaka and Hana Batsuki.

Hana couldn't help but say, "Look at what we got Katsuki, Deku and his useless friend!"

"Ha! Look at this wannabe hero, Deku!" Toph scoffed, her tone laced with ridicule.

Katsuki Bakugou mocked Izuku, "Hey Deku, what's with this Steve Rogers guy hanging around you? You're really scraping the bottom of the hero barrel, aren't you? Support hero dreams and pals with a guy named after some ancient fossil. You're really living up to that 'Deku' nickname."

Steve was about to retort, but Izuku stepped up and said, "Hey Bakugou, watch your mouth. Just because someone doesn't have flashy quirks like yours doesn't mean they can't be heroes. And as for Steve, he's got the heart of a true hero, just like his ancestor. Maybe you should learn a thing or two about humility from him instead of spewing your usual garbage."

Katsuki face filled with red, full of anger, with the desire to make a retort, but Izuku beat him to the release, as Izuku continued, "but anyway I'm pretty sure you have a lot of stuff on your plate after all, that ego food is too much for that big mouth of yours. You can't eat it all, I'm sure of it. So why don't you just leave it because it's too big. I'm pretty sure it needs another zip code, anyway, take care Pomeranian. Steve, let's go."

Steam was coming off Katsuki's head, and he was so angry that heat was reading off of him creating more sweat, and he just watches, Izuku just walk away from him with Steve alongside, but couldn't help but be completely irritated with the giggling that was happening behind he turns around and yells what the hell are you doing laughing so hard about."

As Katsuki Bakugou fumed with anger, Toph and Hana exchanged amused glances before Hana replied, "Just enjoying the show, Katsuki. Seems like your bark is worse than your bite today." They then sauntered off, leaving Bakugou to simmer in his frustration.

Toph and Hana were heading back to 2-C classroom, and they began to talk together.

Hana spoke to Toph, "Well, who would've thought that little Deku would stand up for himself and his little friend."

Toph responds, "Yeah, surprising, isn't it? But maybe there's more to Deku than meets the eye. Either way, it's always entertaining to see Bakugou get put in his place."

Hana teased Toph, "Mmmm, It seems like you are getting some interest in Deku, Toph."

Toph rolls her eyes playfully, retorting, "Oh please, don't be ridiculous, Hana. I just find it amusing when someone stands up to Bakugou. Besides, Deku's just another wannabe hero in my book."

In her mind, Toph might be thinking, "Interest in Deku? Ha! As if. He's just another pest to deal with. But I have to admit, seeing him stand his ground against Bakugou was unexpected. Still, he's nowhere near my league."

Hana with a finger in her mouth, "I don't know, but I think I'll keep him in my mind, after all Toph, we might be seeing a new hottie come in from Deku."

Toph scoffs, shaking her head, "Seriously, Hana? You're joking, right? Deku, a hottie? That's a good one. Keep dreaming." Deep down, though, she might wonder what exactly Hana sees in Deku.

Hana had a smile, "His eyes, Izuku's eyes has strength," but Hana's eyes turned to worry, "I'm just worrying about my mother after all my little brother was taken away a week ago!"

Toph's expression softens as she hears Hana's concern about her mother and brother. "I understand, Hana. It's tough not knowing what happened to your loved ones. But stay strong. We'll figure it out together." She reaches out to squeeze Hana's shoulder in a gesture of support.

Taking a sip of water from the water Fountain, Izuku was able to hear the last bits of the conversation between Toph and Hana.

Izuku's mind races with concern and determination. "If Hana's brother was taken a week ago, and Miyako Saito, the baker's daughter, was taken around the same time, there might be a connection. I need to investigate this further after school. Every minute counts." He silently resolves to gather more information and hopefully uncover the truth behind these kidnappings.

It was 3:20 p.m. the school had just gotten out and Izuku was on his way swinging to Hana Batsuki house to question Hana's mother.

As Izuku swings through the city towards Hana Batsuki's house, his mind races with questions and scenarios. He's determined to get to the bottom of the recent kidnappings and to help Hana and her family find answers. With each swing, he pushes himself closer to the truth, ready to face whatever challenges may arise in his investigation.

Izuku, in his Spider-Man persona, stands before Mrs. Batsuki, his determination hidden behind his mask. "Mrs. Batsuki, I'm here because I heard about your son's disappearance," he begins, his voice serious yet compassionate. "I'm investigating a series of kidnappings in the area, including your son and Miyako Saito. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions to see if there might be any connection?"

Mrs. Batsuki then asked, "Spider-Man, if he would like water tea soda beer or anything right now?" but Izuku under the mask shook his head, "No and proceed to say I'm just here to gain information on that day. That you discovered that your son is nowhere near your site, that's my focus right now, thank you for your question for refreshments, but that's my only focus at this moment time."

Spider-Man nods, his focus unwavering. "Thank you, Mrs. Batsuki. I appreciate your understanding. Now, if you could please tell me everything you remember about the day your son disappeared. Every detail could be important in helping me find him and uncover the truth behind these kidnappings." His tone is firm yet empathetic, showing his commitment to solving the case and bringing Hana's brother home safely.

Spider-Man: "Mrs. Batsuki, I understand this may be difficult, but can you tell me everything you remember about the day your son disappeared? Any detail, no matter how small, could be crucial."

Mrs. Batsuki: "Of course, Spider-Man." Her voice trembles slightly with emotion. "It was last Wednesday afternoon. My son, Takashi, had just come back from school. He seemed happy, like any other day. He mentioned something about going to the park to play with his friends before dinner. That's the last time I saw him."

Spider-Man: "Did Takashi mention anything unusual or anyone he was meeting at the park? And can you recall what he was wearing that day?"

Mrs. Batsuki: "No, nothing out of the ordinary." Her voice is tinged with sadness. "He was wearing his favorite blue hoodie and jeans. As for anyone he was meeting, he didn't mention anyone specific. He often played with the neighborhood kids at the park, so I didn't think much of it at the time."

Spider-Man: "Thank you, Mrs. Batsuki. Do you remember any unusual activities or strangers around the park that day?"

Mrs. Batsuki: "Now that you mention it, there was a strange man lingering near the playground." Her voice takes on a tone of concern. "He seemed out of place, but I didn't think much of it at the time. I didn't see him interacting with any children, though."

Spider-Man: "Can you describe this man to me, Mrs. Batsuki?"

Mrs. Batsuki: "He was tall, with dark hair and sunglasses. He wore a long coat, despite the warm weather." Her voice trails off with unease. "His presence just felt… off."

Spider-Man: "Thank you, Mrs. Batsuki. You've been incredibly helpful. I'll do everything I can to find Takashi and bring him home safely. If you remember anything else, please don't hesitate to contact me."

Mrs. Batsuki: "Thank you, Spider-Man. I appreciate your efforts. Please, find my son." Her words are filled with desperation and hope.

Spider-Man asks, "Oh! Before I leave, how old is Takashi, and does he have a quirk?"

Mrs. Batsuki hesitates for a moment, then replies, "Takashi is 7 years old, and as for his quirk, he hasn't manifested any abilities yet. He's just a regular kid."

Spider-Man's voice takes on a tone of demanding and concern as he asks, "So he's quirkless, then? Has there ever been any reported bullying at his preschool or kindergarten?"

Mrs. Batsuki nods solemnly, her expression reflecting the gravity of Spider-Man's question. "Yes, Takashi is quirkless. As for bullying, there haven't been any reported incidents at his preschool or kindergarten. He's always been a gentle and kind-hearted boy, but I'll keep an eye out for any signs of trouble."

Spider-Man's words hang in the air, his tone firm and determined. "You should consider hiring a private investigator to look into the preschool or kindergarten that your son used to attend before he was taken. Any information they uncover could be crucial to the investigation. If there's any connection with the preschool, I need to know. I have experience dealing with bullies targeting quirkless individuals. In fact, a friend of mine has been bullied for the same reason. The group responsible includes someone your daughter is familiar with, and the main perpetrator is someone she admires."

But Mrs. Batsuki with a mixture of gratitude and determination. She says, "Thank you, Spider-Man. I'll look into hiring a private investigator right away. Your insight is invaluable, and I appreciate your willingness to help. I'll make sure to keep you updated on any developments. Let's bring Takashi home together."

After closing the door, Mrs. Batsuki left, feeling a mix of shock and concern at Spider-Man's revelation about her daughter Hana's involvement with the bully targeting quirkless individuals. She mutter to herself, "Hana… involved with bullies? And targeting quirkless individuals? This can't be right…"

With that, Spider-Man nods, already formulating plans to follow up on the leads and gather more information.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Mrs. Batsuki resolve to have a serious conversation with Hana about her actions and associations. She knows she needs to get to the bottom of this and ensure that her daughter is not involved in anything harmful or unethical.

A block away from the whispering Meadow Park in the east part of Musutafu City, Izuku put on his spare set of clothes that he put into his bag that was on top of his school uniform. He wore a green shirt in a font that says shirt on it in white, a black jacket blue jeans and his iconic Red Sneakers.
As Izuku's pencil sketches glide across the paper with fluid precision, Stick's arrival interrupts his artistic reverie. A subtle shift in the air alerts Izuku to Stick's presence beside him on the bench, his expression inscrutable beneath the shadow of his brimmed hat.

"Nice day for a sketch, Spider-Man," Stick remarks, his voice low and gravelly.

Izuku freezes, his heart pounding in his chest as he realizes Stick knows his secret identity. He glances around nervously, hoping no one else heard Stick's words.

"How did you…?" Izuku stammers, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

Stick raises a hand to silence him, his gaze piercing. "Relax, kid. Your secret's safe with me. I've been around long enough to know the importance of keeping a low profile."

Izuku exhales slowly, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. He studies Stick cautiously, wondering what this mysterious man wants with him.

"What do you want?" Izuku asks, his curiosity piqued.

Stick's lips quirk up in a half-smile as he leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to see what you're capable of, Spider-Man. I sense potential in you, but potential alone won't save those kids you're so determined to rescue."

Izuku's eyes widen in surprise, realizing Stick must have been watching him closely to know about his promise.

"You know about that?" Izuku asks, incredulous.

Stick nods, his expression serious. "I do. And I believe you have what it takes to fulfill that promise. But first, we need to see just how sharp those senses of yours really are."

With that, Stick rises from the bench, assuming a defensive stance. Izuku watches him warily, uncertain of what's about to happen.

"Come at me, Spider-Man. Show me what you've got," Stick challenges.

As Izuku stands up to prepares to engage in combat with Stick, a sudden thought strikes him.

"Wait," Izuku interjects, a hint of confusion in his voice, "are you… blind?"

Stick's stance remains unchanged, his features shrouded in the darkness beneath his hat. There's a moment of silence before Stick responds, his voice steady and unwavering.

"Does it matter?" Stick counters, his tone implying that such details are inconsequential in the face of their current task.
As Izuku hesitates, a brief flicker of uncertainty crossing his features, Stick seizes the opportunity. With a swift movement, Stick sweeps Izuku's legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground with a thud.

Izuku grunts in surprise as he hits the pavement, momentarily stunned by Stick's unexpected maneuver. As he pushes himself up onto his elbows, he can't help but feel a pang of embarrassment at his own hesitation.

Stick stands over him, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Seems hesitation isn't your only weakness, kid," Stick taunts, his voice laced with amusement.

Izuku grits his teeth, his determination flaring up once more. Pushing aside his embarrassment, he pushes himself back onto his feet, ready to prove Stick wrong and show him what he's truly capable of.

As Izuku struggles to regain his composure, he shoots Stick a defiant glare. "That was a cheap shot," he mutters through gritted teeth, his pride stung by Stick's taunt.

Stick's smirk widens, his tone teasing. "In combat, there are no cheap shots, only opportunities," he retorts, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Izuku pushes himself up from the ground, his muscles aching but his determination unyielding. "Well, next time, I won't hesitate," he declares, his gaze fixed firmly on Stick.

Stick nods approvingly, his expression shifting from teasing to serious. "Good. Now, let's see what you're really made of," he says, his tone firm as he prepares to resume their training.

Their spar is a dance of agility and skill, each strike and parry a testament to Izuku's senses. Stick pushes Izuku to his limits as Stick tests his reflexes and awareness, urging him to tap into his hidden potential.

By the time their impromptu training session comes to an end, Izuku is left breathless but exhilarated, a newfound sense of confidence coursing through him.

"Thank you, Stick. I never realized how much I still had to learn about my own powers," Izuku says, gratitude lacing his words.

Stick nods, a proud smile crossing his lips. "You've got potential, kid. With a little more training, you'll be unstoppable."

As Stick prepares to leave, he hands Izuku a slip of paper with an address scribbled on it. "Before I go, there's something I want you to see. Meet me at this address tonight at midnight."

Izuku then took a look at the slip of paper, to see: Warehouse 17B, Waterfront District,

Musutafu City, Japan. As the address.

Izuku watched Stick walk away but saw him signaled Izuku to look to the left to see a black van drives up to a young girl assumed to be around 6 years old,

Izuku spotted the license plate, DM-39. Izuku made a break for the alleyway mirroring the van, taking off his backpack, Izuku took out his mask and gloves to put them on the move.

Izuku rezipped and put on the backpack, and leaked up until a building his vision is still on the van use that time to take off his clothes and shoes and stuff it into his backpack still in his dark green and blue Spider-Man suit he put the notebook and pencil on top of his clothes and reset his backpack put it back on and began to swing far away from the van but close enough to keep an eye on it.

Greennette jumped from building to building keeping an eye on the van, during the tailing of the van Izuku gained the attention of a dark figure with a scarf on his neck. Usually he would be out at night, but because he needed to sleep, he chose to be out during the day.

This scarf wearing figure slowly and surely began his track following the green and blue clad young man as he fell him following the van to an apartment next to Tatsu no Ikazuchi Gym.

The dark figure watched as the green and blue clad figure cleaned to the wall of the apartment looking through the windows, every single window singing that this figure must be trying to look through every aspect of it. All that this figure is doing is analyzing what the green and blue figure is doing.

Izuku landed on the building across from the two-story apartment complex. There he grabbed his camera that was stuffed in his backpack to use webbing to set it and start to roll the camera to get as many pictures as possible.

As the dark figure reveals itself to be Eraserhead he observes the dark green and blue figure crawling all around like a spider.

As Eraserhead observes Izuku's actions, he remains hidden in the shadows, analyzing the situation carefully. After a moment of silent observation, Eraserhead steps forward, his scarf trailing behind him as he approaches Izuku.

"You're quite persistent, aren't you?" Eraserhead's voice is calm but carries a hint of curiosity.

Izuku turns to face Eraserhead, momentarily surprised by his sudden appearance. He tenses slightly, unsure of Eraser head's intentions.

"What do you want?" Izuku asks, his voice cautious.

Eraserhead studies Izuku for a moment before responding. "I could ask you the same thing. What's your interest in that van?"

Izuku hesitates, unsure of how much to reveal to this mysterious figure. "I… I'm just trying to help," he replies, keeping his answer vague.

Eraserhead narrows his eyes, his expression unreadable. "Help? By following a suspicious van dressed like that?" He gestures towards Izuku's Spider-Man attire.

Izuku shifts uncomfortably under Eraserhead's scrutiny, his mind racing as he tries to come up with a plausible explanation.

Before he can respond, Eraserhead speaks again, his tone stern. "Listen, kid. Whatever you're involved in, it's dangerous. Leave it to the pros."

Izuku bristles at Eraserhead's words, his determination flaring up once more. "I can't just stand by and do nothing. Those kids might be in danger," he insists, his voice firm.

Eraserhead regards Izuku silently for a moment, his gaze piercing. Finally, he nods, a hint of respect in his eyes. "Fine. But if you're going to get involved, do it smartly. And stay out of my way."

With that, Eraserhead turns and disappears into the darkness, leaving Izuku to continue his vigil over the mysterious van. As Izuku watches Eraserhead go, he can't shake the feeling that their paths will cross again soon. But for now, he remains focused on his mission to uncover the truth behind the van and its occupants.

Spotting the power box he went to and turned off all the Power there in that building, Izuku climbed up to a wall waiting for someone to come out and check the power box. After 2 minutes, someone did come out and check the power box. That is where he ripped a web-line on the man that's taking a look at the power box, but he was launched into the wall and was webbed up onto it.

Unpronounced to Izuku Eraserhead is watching everything studying everything that what Eraserhead just found out that this green and blue figure is cold Spider-Man with a couple of tops on his phone, "Umm, you've been busy to have you been Spider-Man and you have been doing quite good work, but you need a little bit more training as well and martial arts training wouldn't be such a bad idea as well." As Eraserhead continues to watch Spider-Man, he witnesses Spider-Man walks in the front of the door.

While Eraserhead was witnessing what's happening from the outside, he gets a call, "What's up stick? What's going on?"

Sticks: "Nothing much, it's just that I found a recruit or at least someone that has the potential to become a recruit

Eraserhead listens intently to Stick's words, his curiosity piqued by the mention of a potential recruit.

"Who are you talking about?" Eraserhead asks, his voice low and cautious.

Stick's response is cryptic but intriguing. "Someone with a lot of potential. I think you should meet him. Come to Warehouse 17B in the Waterfront District tonight at midnight."

Eraserhead's interest is piqued by Stick's invitation. "I'll be there," he confirms before ending the call.

As Eraserhead continues to observe Spider-Man, he makes a mental note to investigate further into Stick's recruit. There's something about the green and blue-clad figure that intrigues him, and Eraserhead is determined to uncover the truth behind Spider-Man's actions.

Meanwhile, inside the building, Spider-Man cautiously makes his way through the darkened corridors, his senses on high alert. He knows he's getting closer to uncovering the truth behind the mysterious van and its occupants, but he can't shake the feeling that he's being watched.

With each step, Spider-Man's determination grows stronger, fueled by the knowledge that innocent lives may be at stake. Little does he know, both Stick and Eraserhead are watching his every move, each with their own reasons for interest in the young hero.

Getting on to the second floor, Spider-Man senses went haywire, but he did not know what was going on, just know that danger was afoot. As he allowed his breath to slower his heart rate lesson and his hearing starts to amplify he could hear 20 men drinking laughing and those are the men that he's up against to retrieve all three children.

As Spider-Man steps onto the second floor, his senses are assaulted by a cacophony of sounds. His instincts scream danger, and he braces himself for what lies ahead. With a silent nod to himself, he dives into the fray.

The first room he enters is filled with five men, each boasting their own unique quirks. One hurls blasts of fire, another manipulates shadows to obscure Spider-Man's vision, while a third possesses superhuman strength. Spider-Man doesn't hesitate. He launches himself into action, using his agility to dodge the flames and shadows while delivering quick, precise strikes to incapacitate his foes.

In the second room, Spider-Man faces off against a group of men with quirks ranging from elasticity to sonic blasts. He utilizes his webbing to bind their limbs, rendering them immobile, before swiftly taking them down with a flurry of kicks and punches.

The third room presents a different challenge, as Spider-Man finds himself facing off against foes with quirks that enhance their speed and agility. Undeterred, Spider-Man employs his own enhanced reflexes and agility to outmaneuver his opponents, using his webbing to trip them up and create openings for his attacks.

In the final room, Spider-Man encounters the most formidable opponents yet. These men possess quirks that allow them to manipulate metal and generate powerful shockwaves. Spider-Man knows he'll need to be strategic to overcome them. He uses his webbing to create makeshift shields, deflecting the metal projectiles and absorbing the shockwaves, before retaliating with a barrage of web-enhanced strikes.

Throughout the fight, Spider-Man moves with grace and precision, his movements fluid and calculated. Despite the odds stacked against him, he never wavers, determined to rescue the children and put an end to the threat once and for all.

With his senses attuned, Spider-Man listens intently and realizes that amidst the chaos, there are three distinct, frightened heartbeats - the children he's been searching for. With a surge of relief, he quickly locates them huddled together in a corner of the room.

Approaching them cautiously, Spider-Man kneels down, his voice gentle but firm. "Hey there, it's okay. I'm here to help you. Can you tell me your names?"

The children, wide-eyed and trembling, exchange nervous glances before the youngest, the 9-year-old girl, speaks up timidly. "I'm Miyako Saito," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Spider-Man offers her a reassuring smile before turning his attention to the others. The 7-year-old boy nods hesitantly. "I'm Takashi Batsuki," he says, his voice shaky.

"And I'm Ayumi," the 6-year-old girl adds, her voice quivering with fear.

Spider-Man's heart aches at the sight of the terrified children, but he remains calm and composed, determined to get them to safety. "Okay, Miyako, Takashi, Ayumi, I need you to stay close to me, alright? We're going to get you out of here."

With gentle coaxing, Spider-Man helps the children to their feet and leads them out of the room, his senses still on high alert for any potential threats. As they make their way through the building, Spider-Man ensures they stay hidden and safe, using his webbing to create barriers and secure escape routes.

Finally, they emerge into the night air, the children clinging to Spider-Man's side as they breathe a collective sigh of relief. With a grateful smile, Spider-Man watches as the children safely in secure hands with the eraser hero.

As the commotion dies down and the authorities arrive to secure the scene, Spider-Man slips away into the shadows, his mission accomplished.

Izuku away from the police sirens as they fan out to return each child to their families, while a truck filled with 20 people that was taken down by the Vigilante Spider-Man.

Detective Tsukauchi and Eraser Head's conversation regarding Spider-Man is crucial in understanding the dynamic between law enforcement and vigilantes in Musutafu City.

Detective Tsukauchi: "So, Eraser Head, what do you make of this Spider-Man character?"

Eraser Head: "He's certainly been making waves lately. His methods are unorthodox, but he seems to get results."

Detective Tsukauchi nods thoughtfully. "Indeed. He's been targeting low-level criminals and preventing them from causing further harm. But I can't help but wonder about his motivations."

Eraser Head crosses his arms, his expression guarded. "Vigilantes like Spider-Man often operate outside the law, but they can be a valuable asset if they're on the side of justice."

Detective Tsukauchi raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Eraser Head's perspective. "You seem surprisingly lenient towards vigilantes, Eraser Head. Isn't your job to apprehend those who break the law?"

Eraser Head's gaze hardens, his tone serious. "My job is to maintain order and ensure the safety of civilians. If Spider-Man is helping to achieve that goal, then I won't stand in his way."

Detective Tsukauchi considers Eraser Head's words carefully, recognizing the pragmatism in his approach. "Fair enough. But we can't ignore the fact that Spider-Man's actions could potentially lead to unintended consequences. We need to keep a close eye on him and ensure he doesn't overstep his bounds."

Eraser Head nods in agreement, acknowledging the importance of monitoring Spider-Man's activities. "Agreed. Vigilantes can be unpredictable, and we can't afford to let them become a liability."

As they continue their discussion, Detective Tsukauchi and Eraser Head make plans to coordinate their efforts in dealing with Spider-Man and other vigilantes operating in Musutafu City. While they may have different perspectives on how to handle these individuals, they both share a common goal: to protect the city and its inhabitants from harm.

Scene Break

Izuku walked into a CVS Store to get his photos developed. Time is 6:15 pm, almost an hour since the kidnapping stoppage happened. Izuku in his Spider-Man costume went out and saved six more people to store robbers, three mugginses and one attempted SA. Izuku have his camera take photos of each encounter. He has 250 and only about 50 of those photos are relatively good. It's his job to figure out which one looks good, which one doesn't.

On a bench, at the in store cafeteria, where someone with spiky black hair and sharp staggered teeth walked up to Izuku and saw all the pictures of Spider-Man, "Yo, those pictures are so cool man, who took them?" Izuku watched the black, spikey haired teen look through his photos, making himself a little nervous, but when things were getting a little too much for him.

A pink skin white haired girl entered the picture to have Izuku watch as the alien looking girl pulled on the ear of the black spikey haired teen, "You can't keep on doing this, Kirishima. Now stop scaring the photographer, already."

Kirishima was dragged away from the cool photos, "" Oh come on Aside-Chan, you got to admit that the picture on the left was a great with the double front kicks."

Izuku watched they too ask the pink girl dragged the spikey black hair teen boy away from him. Then he returned to the piles of photos and then found ones that made him feel the same excited. A web swing kick, webbing a man to the wall, the one the black spikey haired teen liked. Spider-Man just swinging around with a cool right leg down, left leg bent right arm up, grabbing the web line, and the left hand free pose. Spider-Man walking an old lady across the street.

Grabbing those five photos in a new folder and putting a bit of Scotch tape on all three sides to keep the photos from getting out. Also, replacing the rest of the photos in the original folder and placing them in his backpack in the binder slot.

Scene break

In the offices of The Critical Smash, Shinobu Arata and Robert Queen were locked in a debate over the next front-page headline.

Shinobu probed Robert, asking, "What's the deal with your Spider-Man obsession? Why push him onto the front page?"

Robert retorted, "It's not about my love for Spider-Man. It's about the broken hero system we have. Nowadays, it's all about fame, money, and vanity, not saving lives. Back then, heroics were selfless, risky, and rewarding. Now, if you impress the Hero Commission, you're off the hook, regardless of your actions. That's why I respect Spider-Man. He's in it for the right reasons, not for fame or fortune."

Shinobu stared at Robert for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Ha, hahaha, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard! Spider-Man doing it for the right reasons? As if! He's probably the one causing the crimes! There's no way he's out here doing any real heroics."

After calming down, Shinobu continued, "But anyway, what should be on the front page of the newspaper tomorrow?"

Robert would likely respond by defending Spider-Man and his actions, emphasizing the importance of giving him the benefit of the doubt. He might say something like:

"Look, I understand your skepticism, but Spider-Man has proven himself time and again. Sure, he might not fit the conventional hero mold, but his results speak for themselves. He's out there, making a difference, regardless of what anyone thinks. We should give credit where it's due and consider highlighting his contributions to the front page."

Shinobu might respond with a hint of sarcasm, maintaining his skepticism towards Spider-Man:

"Ah, right, because swinging around in a spandex suit makes you a hero, huh? Sorry, but I'll believe it when I see it. Let's focus on something more concrete for the front page, shall we?"

Airi Sakamoto, Secretary to Shinobu Arata, knocked on Shinobu's office door, announcing, "Shinobu, Izuku Midoriya is here. He's offering photos of Spider-Man."

Shinobu turned to Robert and inquired, "Isn't school supposed to be over by now?"

"No, it's been out for about 2 hours already," Robert replied.

"Let's see what that kid has for us," Shinobu said to his secretary, who nodded and went to fetch Midoriya.
Airi Sakamoto smiled warmly at Izuku and gestured for him to follow her. "I'll walk you to Mr. Arata's office. It's just down this hall," she offered kindly.

"Thank you, Airi-san," Izuku replied, falling into step beside her. As they walked, he couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves.

Izuku nodded, grateful for her reassurance. "Right, I hope he finds the photos useful," he said, hoping to steer the conversation away from his own nervous thoughts.

As they approached the office, Airi smiled encouragingly at him. "I'm sure he will, Mr. Midoriya. Good luck," she said softly before opening the door for him.

Izuku stepped into the office, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves as he faced Shinobu and Robert. Shinobu's eyes immediately locked onto the folder in Izuku's hands, his expression a mixture of skepticism and curiosity.

Without a word, Izuku handed the folder over to Robert, who eagerly began flipping through the photos. Each snapshot captured a different moment of Spider-Man's heroic deeds: a dynamic web swing kick, Spider-Man webbing a criminal to the wall, a graceful midair swing with one leg extended, a double front kick landing on two assailants. A heartwarming scene of Spider-Man assisting an elderly woman across the street.

Robert's eyes widened with interest as he examined each photo, nodding in approval at the impressive shots captured by Izuku. Finally satisfied, he passed the folder to Shinobu, who took it with a gruff nod.

Shinobu scrutinized the photos with a critical eye. His brow furrowed as he studied each image, his mind already churning with ideas for headlines and articles.

"Decent shots, Midoriya," Shinobu grumbled, reluctantly admitting his approval. "Here's a check for 75,000 yen for the photos, but let's see if they're worth anything once we get them on the page."

Izuku swallowed nervously, cleared his throat, gathering his courage to speak up. "Um, Mr. Arata, before we proceed, I was hoping we could discuss the terms," he began tentatively.

Shinobu raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Terms? What terms?" he asked, his tone impatient.

Izuku took a deep breath, steeling himself for the negotiation. "Well, I understand the standard rate for freelance photography is 75,000 yen," he started, glancing at Robert for confirmation, who nodded in agreement. "But considering the potential value of these photos, I was hoping we could come to a different arrangement."

Shinobu leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "And what kind of arrangement are you proposing, Midoriya?" he inquired, his interest piqued.

"I was thinking," Izuku began, his nerves starting to fade as he gained momentum, "what if I received 5% of the revenue if my pictures are featured on the front page of the newspaper? And, um, maybe also a potential job as an investigative journalist?" he suggested, his voice growing more confident with each word.

Shinobu regarded Izuku with a thoughtful expression, considering his proposal. After a moment of silence, he leaned forward, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "You drive a hard bargain, Midoriya," he remarked, a hint of grudging respect in his tone. "But I suppose we can agree to your terms, given the quality of your work."

Izuku's heart raced with excitement and relief as he realized his negotiation had paid off. With a grateful nod, he extended his hand to seal the deal, feeling a surge of anticipation for the opportunities that lay ahead.

Shinobu pressed the intercom button on his desk, calling for Airi Sakamoto, his secretary, she awaited instructions.

"Get Yuko Yamamoto on the line," Shinobu instructed briskly, his tone decisive. "We'll need her expertise to get Midoriya started in the field of investigative journalism."

Airi nodded, already reaching for the phone to make the necessary arrangements. "Right away, Mr. Arata," she acknowledged before swiftly carrying out his request.

As the door opened, Yuko Yamamoto entered the office, exuding an aura of confidence and experience. Her sharp eyes took in the scene before her, sizing up the individuals gathered in the room.

"Yuko, glad you could make it," Shinobu greeted her with a nod, acknowledging her expertise in investigative journalism.

Yuko returned the nod with a small smile, her expression businesslike as she took a seat at the table. "Of course, Mr. Arata. How can I assist you today?" she inquired, her voice calm and professional.

Shinobu gestured towards Izuku, introducing him to Yuko. "This is Izuku Midoriya. He's a talented photographer with a keen eye for detail, and he's expressed interest in joining our team as an investigative journalist," Shinobu explained, his tone indicating his approval of Izuku's potential.

Yuko turned her attention to Izuku, offering him a polite nod of acknowledgment. "Nice to meet you, Midoriya. I look forward to working with you," she said warmly, her demeanor encouraging.

Izuku returned the nod, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of learning from someone as experienced as Yuko. "Thank you, Yamamoto-San. I'm eager to learn from you," he replied earnestly, his determination evident in his voice.

Robert chimed in, his tone supportive as he addressed Izuku. "You're in good hands with Yamamoto. She's one of the best in the business," he remarked, his words carrying a hint of admiration for Yuko's skills.

Yuko nodded appreciatively at Robert's praise before turning back to Shinobu. "So, what's our first assignment?" she asked, her gaze shifting between Shinobu and Izuku, ready to dive into their work together.
Izuku smacks his head, "I can't believe I forgot I have an Internship happening, but not for long, though. Maybe it ends in July or August."

Yuko giggled a little before she composed herself before she nodded understandingly, acknowledging Izuku's commitments. "Thank you for letting us know, Midoriya. We'll take that into account when planning assignments," she reassured him, her tone supportive.

Robert chimed in, his expression thoughtful. "We'll make sure to balance your workload accordingly. Your dedication to your internship and your family is commendable," he remarked, his words carrying a note of respect for Izuku's responsibilities.

Shinobu leaned back in his chair, contemplating Izuku's schedule. "We'll find a way to make it work, Midoriya. Your contributions are valuable, and we appreciate your honesty about your availability," he said, his tone decisive yet understanding.

With their reassurances in mind, Izuku felt a sense of relief, knowing that his commitments would be respected as he embarked on his journey as an investigative journalist.

"Thank you all for understanding," Izuku said with gratitude, rising from his seat. "But I have to head out now; school starts tomorrow, and I need to prepare." He offered a respectful bow to Yuko, Robert, and Shinobu before making his way to the door.

"Goodbye, Midoriya," Yuko called after him, her tone encouraging. "We'll catch up soon."

"Take care, Izuku," Robert added, offering a nod of farewell.

Shinobu simply nodded, acknowledging Izuku's departure with a grunt of approval.

With a final wave, Izuku left the office,

Shinobu turned his attention back to Yuko and Robert, a thoughtful expression on his face. "So, what do you both think of Midoriya?" he asked, his tone curious.

Yuko considered the question for a moment before responding. "Izuku seems earnest and dedicated. He's got a good eye for detail, as we saw from his photos, and his commitment to his internship about his character," she remarked, her tone measured.

Robert nodded in agreement. "I agree. He's got potential. With the right guidance, I think he could become a valuable asset to our team," he added, his tone reflecting his confidence in Izuku's abilities.

Shinobu listened to their assessments, nodding thoughtfully. "Good, good," he muttered, filing away their observations for future reference. "Let's see what he can do once he settles in."

With their thoughts on Izuku shared, the trio turned their attention back to the tasks at hand, eager to see how Izuku would fare in his new role as an investigative journalist.

. . .

The Sunset Valley Detention Center is a bleak and sterile environment, the air heavy with the scent of disinfectant and despair. Cold steel bars line the narrow corridors, casting long shadows that seem to stretch endlessly into the darkness. The sound of heavy footsteps echoes off the walls as a lone figure makes his way through the labyrinthine halls.

As Kaito Takahashi walks, his footsteps reverberate with purpose, each step bringing him closer to his destination. Finally, he arrives at the designated interrogation room, a small, windowless chamber illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights.

Inside, Hara Hikaru sits with his back straight and his gaze fixed on the steel table before him. His expression is unreadable, a mask of stoicism concealing any hint of emotion.

Without a word, Kaito enters the room and takes his seat opposite Hara, the table serving as a barrier between them. His presence is commanding, his posture rigid as he fixes Hara with a penetrating stare.

For a moment, silence reigns supreme, broken only by the faint hum of the ventilation system and the steady rhythm of their breathing. Then, at last, Kaito speaks, his voice low and authoritative.

"Hikaru," he begins, his tone measured yet commanding. "You know why you're here. Your loyalty to my boss has not gone unnoticed, but recent events have forced us to reassess our priorities."

Hara remains silent, his eyes locked on Kaito's with unwavering intensity. He knows what is at stake, and he is prepared to do whatever it takes to prove himself worthy of his trust.

"There is a task that requires your unique skills," Kaito continues, his voice betraying no hint of emotion. "He has chosen you for this mission, and it is imperative that you succeed."

Hara nods, a silent acknowledgment of his understanding. He knows the consequences of failure, and he is prepared to face them head-on.

"Prepare yourself, Hikaru," Kaito says, rising from his chair with a sense of finality. "Your journey begins now."

. . .
9:50 pm Midoriya apartment,

Izuku enters the apartment he shares with his mother, Inko Midoriya. After taking off his shoes to slide into his home slippers, and walking into the living room to see his mother on the couch waiting for her son to come home, "Izuku, Where have you been, Mister?"

Inko's expression softened momentarily as she recalled the absence of Izuku's father and the impact it had on her son. However, her resolve remained firm. "I know, Izuku, but I can't take any chances. Your safety is my priority, especially after everything we've been through. Please understand, this curfew is for your own good."

Izuku just walked to the kitchen as he was saying, "I was at Takoba Municipal Beach park, cleaning the trash off the beach. It's no big deal, Mom."

Inko's brows furrowed as she followed Izuku into the kitchen, her concern deepening. "I appreciate that you're trying to help, Izuku, but you need to understand the importance of coming home on time. It's not just about what you were doing; it's about your safety and responsibility. You can't stay out late without letting me know. From now on, your curfew is 6:00 pm. No exceptions."

Izuku was about to look into the refrigerator, for the leftover dinner but then turns back to his mom when he heard of the curfew, "What?! Mom, this was just one time."

Inko remembers the times when Hisashi would open Izuku's room to be empty for about 2 and a half months, before Hisashi was killed.

Inko's expression softened momentarily as she recalled the absence of Izuku's father and the impact it had on her son. However, her resolve remained firm. "I know, Izuku, but I can't take any chances. Your safety is my priority, especially after everything we've been through. Please understand, this curfew is for your own good."

Izuku Midoriya looks down then looks back up to see his mother, and tries to lessen his curfew, "7 pm it is."

Inko sighed, her heart softened by her son's plea. "Alright, 7 pm it is, but only if you promise to stick to it and let me know if there's any change in your plans. Deal?" She extended her hand towards him, hoping for an agreement.

Izuku's in shock with the agreement with his mother on how easy it was, h Izuku asked, "Really you're going to let me change the curfew from 6 p.m. to 7:00 p.m?"

Inko smiled gently at her son's surprise, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Yes, Izuku. I believe in giving you a chance to prove you can be responsible. Just remember, with freedom comes responsibility. Don't make me regret this, okay?"

Giving his mother a smile, Izuku then said, "Alright, I won't let you down, mom."

Izuku gave his mother a hug, "You have what it takes to show the world your worth, baby, just try your best, Izuku." Inko told Izuku.

Inko said as he walked to her room, "There's Tonkatsu in the refrigerator."

Izuku yells out, "THANKS!"

…

At 11:45 pm, Izuku, clad in his Spider-Man costume, swings through the waterfront district, eager to discover what Stick can offer him.

Inside a warehouse, Stick and his former apprentice, Eraserhead, converse, each trying to grasp the situation at hand. Eraserhead, who trained under Stick for five years before his abrupt departure to America, regards his old master with suspicion, longing to understand his motives.

Arms crossed, Eraserhead questions Stick, "I understand your interest in Spider-Man, but what's your angle?"

Kneeling, Stick explains, "Spider-Man's shown promise in his vigilantism, but he needs refining. His awareness stems from past bullying, and his moral compass is strong. I aim to guide him, offering a choice unlike my approach with Daredevil. Transparency is key."

Eraserhead, recognizing Stick's intentions, remarks, "Honesty from the start would've saved a lot of trouble with Daredevil. So why involve me in his training?"

Stick's expression remains stoic as he acknowledges Eraserhead's role, "If Spider-Man accepts, I'll divulge all. You'll play a crucial part, just as I hope he will."

After a brisk ten-minute swing, Izuku arrives at the Waterfront and locates warehouse 17B. Fully clad in his Spider-Man attire, he slips inside to find Stick kneeling while Eraserhead leans against the warehouse wall.

Stick, sensing Izuku's presence, rises to his feet. "Spider-Man, welcome. We've been expecting you," he says in his gruff tone.

Eraserhead pushes off the wall, his gaze fixated on Izuku. "So, you're the one Stick's been talking about," he remarks, his voice carrying a hint of skepticism.

Izuku nods nervously, feeling the weight of their scrutiny. "Yeah, that's me. What's all this about?" he asks, curiosity piqued.

Stick gestures for Izuku to join them. "We believe you have potential, kid. But to reach your full capabilities, you'll need guidance. That's where we come in," he explains, his eyes piercing through the darkness.

Stick steps forward, his demeanor serious. "I want to train you in honing your enhanced senses, Spider-Man," he declares, his voice carrying the weight of authority and experience. "And I'll arrange for Eraserhead here to teach you various fighting styles: Boxing, kickboxing, Taekwondo, Muay Thai, Capoeira, Judo, Lucha Libre, Shinobi-iri, boryaku, Chi-Mon, action Shooting, and gymnastics," he adds, listing off an impressive array of disciplines with a nod towards Eraserhead.

Izuku's eyes widen in astonishment at the mention of the diverse martial arts. "Wow, that's… a lot," he mutters, feeling both overwhelmed and exhilarated by the prospect.

Stick fixes Izuku with a steady gaze, his tone grave yet resolute. "Spider-Man, I'm Stick, and I lead an organization called The Chaste. We're warriors dedicated to protecting the innocent and battling against our sworn enemy: The Hand."

He pauses, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before continuing. "The Hand is a dangerous organization, steeped in darkness and driven by malevolence. They seek power at any cost, and it's our duty to stop them, by any means necessary."

Izuku nods, absorbing Stick's declaration with a mix of determination and apprehension. "I understand," he replies, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "I'll do whatever it takes to help."

Stick's expression softens, a flicker of reminiscence crossing his features as Izuku declares his refusal to kill. It's a sentiment that strikes a chord within Stick, reminding him of another young protégé he once trained.

As memories of Matt Murdock, also known as Daredevil, flood his mind, Stick can't help but draw parallels between the two. Matt had held similar convictions, refusing to take a life even in the face of the darkest adversaries.

With a knowing smile, Stick nods in acknowledgment of Izuku's principle. "I respect your stance, Spider-Man. It's a rare quality in this world," he remarks, his voice tinged with a hint of pride. "Matt had that same conviction. He never wavered from it, no matter how dire the circumstances."

Stick's response carries a solemn undertone, his voice measured yet firm. "I understand your stance, Spider-Man, but in this war, sometimes sacrifices must be made. You may choose not to kill, but I will do what is necessary to protect the innocent and eradicate the darkness that threatens them."

He meets Izuku's gaze with unwavering resolve, his words echoing with a sense of duty tempered by years of experience. "I'll shoulder that burden so you don't have to. But remember, in this fight, there are no easy choices, and the line between hero and villain can blur."

An hour has gone by as Izuku saw the time on the clock being 2:10 a.m. Izuku after doing an hour of exercises to harness his enhance senses, Izuku rushed off and swung away while stick reflects on the exercises as well as little demonstrations of the fighting techniques from Eraserhead

An hour slips by, the clock ticking steadily until it reads 2:10 a.m. Izuku, having devoted himself to a rigorous hour of exercises aimed at harnessing his enhanced senses, finally takes notice of the time. With a swift motion, he rushes off into the night, swinging away as Spider-Man.

As Izuku disappears into the darkness, Stick turns to Eraserhead, a contemplative expression on his face. "He's really taking to those fighting techniques you've been teaching him," Stick observes, a hint of surprise in his voice. "Better than most I've seen."

Eraserhead nods in agreement, his gaze lingering on the spot where Izuku vanished. "He's a quick learner," he admits, a note of satisfaction in his tone. "But he's also got a natural talent for it. He's picking things up faster than I anticipated."

Stick's brow furrows slightly as he reflects on the exercises he personally taught Izuku. "And those exercises we worked on to enhance his senses," Stick muses, his voice thoughtful. "He's adapting to them remarkably well. His potential… it's greater than I initially thought."

Eraserhead's gaze meets Stick's, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. "He's got a lot of potential," Eraserhead agrees, his tone reflecting a mix of admiration and anticipation. "But the pace at which he's learning… it's almost unprecedented."

…

Izuku climbs into his room and get comfortable with him sailing into dreamland, as the clock turns to 3 a.m. the amount of Chaos will start to erupt across the city.

The desolate outskirts of Western, Musutafu City are shrouded in darkness, save for the occasional flicker of streetlights casting long shadows across the empty roads. A convoy of prison transfer buses trundles along, each one carrying its own burden of prisoners, but all converging towards the same destination: the rendezvous point where Hara Hikaru awaits.

Unbeknownst to the authorities, a squad of shadowy figures lies in wait, their faces obscured by masks as they prepare to execute their meticulously planned operation. Their leader, Kaito Takahashi, sits in a sleek black car nearby, his eyes trained on the approaching convoy.

Meanwhile, across the city, ten heroes receive a call from the Hero Commission, instructing them to steer clear of the designated route. Suspicion gnaws at their minds, but duty compels them to comply, and they reluctantly redirect their efforts elsewhere.

As the convoy draws closer to its destination, chaos erupts. Explosions rock the air, gunfire fills the night, and the convoy descends into mayhem. The squad of operatives moves with precision, breaching the buses and subduing the guards with ruthless efficiency.

But amidst the chaos, Hara Hikaru seizes his opportunity. With a burst of strength and determination, he breaks free from his restraints and flees into the darkness, his heart pounding with adrenaline as he makes his escape.

Outside the chaos, Kaito Takahashi watches with keen interest, a sense of satisfaction curling the corners of his lips. With a nod to his driver, they pull up alongside Hara, and Kaito beckons him inside.

"Time to go, Hikaru," Kaito says, his voice low but filled with authority. "It's time for your end of the bargain." With a sense of anticipation coursing through his veins, Hara steps into the sleek black limousine, its plush interior a stark contrast to the chaos he left behind at Sunset Valley Detention Center.

Inside the limousine, Kaito sits opposite Hara, a briefcase resting at his side. His gaze is sharp, assessing Hara with a mix of expectation and intrigue.

Hara meets Kaito's gaze head-on, his expression determined. "I'm ready," he replies, his voice steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. "Tell me what I need to do."

Kaito's lips curl into a knowing smile as he opens the briefcase, revealing the sleek, black shocker suit nestled inside. "Your boss has big plans for you, Hikaru," he says, his tone filled with gravitas. "He wants you to become the Shocker and take down the nuisance known as Spider-Man."

Hara's eyes gleam with determination as he reaches for the suit, a sense of purpose settling over him like a cloak. "Consider it done," he declares, his voice filled with conviction.

As the limousine glides through the city streets, Hara's mind races with possibilities. With the power of the shocker suit at his command, he knows he'll be unstoppable. And as for Spider-Man? Well, he's about to meet his match.

Part two: welcome back son

April 10th 2455

It's been a week since the kidnapping incident, and Izuku Midoriya's life has been a whirlwind of activity. Between his sessions with Stick, learning to hone his enhanced senses, and receiving martial arts training from Aisawa Shota, also known as Eraserhead, Izuku has been juggling a lot.

The green-haired teen finds himself in a constant state of adjustment, trying to balance his new responsibilities with his already hectic schedule. Not only does he have to manage his internship and keep his mother informed of his whereabouts, but he also has a photography job and an investigative journalist gig at the Critical Smash. And let's not forget about keeping up with schoolwork on top of it all.

With so much on his plate, Izuku has become a busy bee, constantly on the move and trying to find pockets of time to slip away and don the mask of Spider-Man. It's a challenging balancing act, but Izuku is determined to make it work, no matter what it takes.

8:15 a.m. of the second week of April on Friday the 10th, we see Izuku clad in his dark green and blue Spider-Man costume gets thrown out of a small bank window by way of a strength enhancement quirk.

(Quirk user: Kinetic Amplification: This quirk allows the user to amplify the kinetic energy stored in their muscles, temporarily increasing their strength to superhuman levels. By focusing their energy, they can unleash powerful punches, lifts, and leaps, but the effect is temporary and requires some time to recharge.)

Impacted into the wall of Sakura Bakery, and dropped to the pavement on the ground, "Man, I didn't know that the big bad man would immediately turn to become a big bad meanie."

A 6'5 (ca. 2 m), 265 lb (0.12 t) man, built like a tank, busted through the entrance of the small Bank. With the idea of completing the mission that someone gave to him. Looking at the short cake with a duffel bag filled with yen in his left hand, he watches the bug rise from kissing the pavement, "Boss says not to kill you, but he didn't say anything about knocking you through a couple of walls."

Izuku lookup standing stream ready to fight, shot to web-lines on either side of the tank of a man and flew himself towards him as a kick to the sternum, the man that's built like a tank staggered back a little, "Wow talk about hitting rock bottom."

The guy was immense strength backhanded Izuku making him fly. In that path is a light post, Izuku used it to come flying back towards the six-foot five man and using him as a springboard. He jumps in the air, stripping web lines to the man's arms, making a mistake as the man used the web-lines to fling the spider back. Tourism hit him one more time, making him fly all the way over a block away from the incident into a dumpster.

Izuku says to himself, "Oh man this can't get any worse." and not even 5 Seconds passed when he heard, Aldera Junior high school bell ring from a distance. Izuku just laid his head back into the dumpster and said, "Me and my big mouth!"

Izuku left to check on the big guys still there. But he could only see the bit of carnage that was done within the fight that he had and the police that has gotten there, "Come on Izuku, you had to do better than that. You just let him go."

Izuku began to web swing to the building that's across from his Junior High School and got dressed in his uniform drop down into the alley went wrapping around got back onto the sidewalk and started to jog to school.

. . .

Hara Hikaru is in his apartment, staying low because that's what the boss told him to do. Come to the building once a day to learn how to use the gauntlets and then when his services are needed you will get a call.

Hara looked at the Suit in his briefcase and wondered what he could do with it. But his musings were cut short with his landline phone ringed,

Hara picked up the phone to hear Kaito Takahashi, "It's time, go to Western Musutafu District, there's a bank there by name of Hoth Holdings & Investment. Oh, if the Spider-Man arrives while you're there, then squash him."

Hara, with a smile on his face, "Got it." And the phone call ended. Looking at the yellow and green suit, "Well, beautiful now to make you go to work!"

. . .

At the back table of Aldera Junior High School's cafeteria, Izuku Midoriya sat with his friend Steve Rogers. The table was devoid of other students, contrasting with the bustling crowd of lunchtime chatter around them. Steve, the new guy, had quickly made a name for himself as the never-back-down type, despite being quirkless like Izuku.

As Hana Batsuki, a member of the popular clique, entered the cafeteria with her friend Toph, her eyes scanned the room until they landed on Izuku. Toph continued chatting, but Hana's attention was fixated on the sight before her. She stopped mid-step, causing Toph to halt as well.

Toph nudged Hana, noticing her sudden interest. "Hey, what's up?"

Hana shook her head, her gaze still locked on Izuku. "Nothing, just… something caught my eye."

Meanwhile, Katsuki Bakugou and his friends noticed Hana's change in behavior. Katsuki's brow furrowed as he followed Hana's line of sight to Izuku and Steve.

Katsuki leaned in, his voice low. "What's got you so captivated, Hana?"

Hana tore her gaze away from Izuku reluctantly, facing Katsuki. "It's nothing. Just curious about something, that's all."

Ignoring Katsuki's probing stare, Hana made her way to Izuku's table, sliding into the seat beside him with a sense of determination. She sat closer to Izuku than usual, a subtle shift noticed by both Steve and Izuku.

Izuku glanced at Hana, surprised by her sudden presence. "H-Hana, hi… What brings you over here?"

Hana smiled warmly, her usual confident demeanor softened. "Just wanted to say hi, Izuku. Mind if I join you guys?"

Steve observed the interaction with cautious curiosity, his blue eyes flickering between Izuku and Hana. He sensed something different in the air, something beyond the usual dynamics of high school social circles.

Izuku exchanged a quick glance with Steve, silently communicating, before nodding to Hana. "Sure, Hana, you can join us."

Over to the blonde Pomeranians table,

Katsuki leaned back in his chair, eyeing Toph with a mix of curiosity and annoyance. "What's with your obsession over those losers, Toph?"

Toph paused, her brow furrowing as she watched Hana sitting closely with Deku. "Just find it odd seeing Hana chilling with them. What's she doing sitting with Deku?"

Koto shrugged, stirring his food absentmindedly. "Probably pity, like everyone else. But seriously, why's Steve in the mix too?"

Nawaki leaned forward, his voice tinged with contemplation. "Maybe they're misfits. Still, it's weird."

Katsuki scoffed, his frustration evident. "Who cares? They're all quirkless nobodies. Hana belongs with us, not wasting time with them."

Toph hesitated, her gaze lingering on the group. "Perhaps… but there's something off about them. Can't quite figure it out."

Back to what some people well might say the loser table with Izuku midoriya Steve Rogers and Hana Basuki,

As the conversation between Izuku, Steve, and Hana flowed, Izuku's phone suddenly buzzed, drawing his attention away from the moment. He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting to one of concern as he read the alert about a robbery at Hoth Holdings & Investments in the Western Musutafu District.

Steve noticed the change in Izuku's demeanor and raised an eyebrow. "Everything okay, Izuku?"

Izuku quickly formulated an excuse, his mind racing. "Uh, yeah, sorry guys. I just got a notification from my app about a breaking news story. I, um, I need to head over there to take some photos for Critical Smash News."

Hana looked at Izuku, concern etched on her features. "Is it something serious?"

Izuku nodded, trying to sound convincing. "Yeah, it seems like it. I need to get there as soon as possible to cover the story."

Steve stood up, his expression serious. "Izuku, do you need any help? I can come with you."

Izuku shook his head quickly, not wanting to involve Steve in his superhero activities. "No, no, it's fine. I'll handle it. Thanks, though."

Hana watched Izuku with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. "Be careful, Izuku."

Izuku flashed a grateful smile at Hana before hastily gathering his belongings and heading out of the cafeteria, his mind already racing with plans to change into his Spider-Man costume and swing into action. As he left, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret at leaving Steve and Hana behind, but duty called, and he had to answer.

As Izuku hurried off to respond to the emergency, Hana watched him go with a hint of disappointment. With Izuku gone, she felt out of place at their table, her reason for being there now gone. With a resigned sigh, she gathered her things and made her way back to the popular table where Toph and Katsuki awaited.

Steve remained seated alone at the back table, his gaze lingering on the spot where Izuku had been moments before. He felt a twinge of loneliness as he watched Hana leave, realizing he was once again on his own. Despite his reputation as the never-back-down type, he couldn't shake the feeling of isolation at that moment. With a sigh, he resolved to finish his lunch alone before returning to the rest of his day at Aldera Junior High School.

. . .

In Central Musutafu, in the Business area.

In the main Musutafu City Police Department, There are two officers of the law talking to each other, where very few people can see and hear, Captain Hatsume Haruki, and Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa.

Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa's attire reflects his professional demeanor. He's often seen donning a sleek suit with Kevlar interlining for added protection, showcasing both style and practicality. Completing his ensemble is a distinguished trench coat, but because he was taken away from his desk by Captain Hatsume, so he left his Trench coat and Fedora hat at his desk.

Captain Hatsume Haruki was wearing a formal police uniform tailored to fit him properly. This uniform could include a dark-colored jacket with appropriate police insignia, matching trousers, a police cap with the department's emblem, a duty belt equipped with essential tools such as handcuffs, a radio, and a firearm.

Captain Hatsume lead Detective Naomasa into a secure conference room, Naomasa had to ask after Haruki Blocked any visible entry to the room, Naomasa asked, "Okay, Captain Hatsume what is it that you want to talk about with me?"

The Captain looked a piercing gaze into the Detective, "Detective, have you ever had been put on a case to find the perpetrator, by the commissioner. But the moment, you found a significant piece of evidence that doesn't go the right way the hero safety commission wants. The commissioner takes you off of the case. Has that ever happened to you?"

Captain Hatsume Haruki leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa with a sense of urgency. "Detective, have you ever been assigned a case by the commissioner, only to have it snatched away when you stumbled upon evidence that didn't align with the Hero Safety Commission's agenda?"

Naomasa's brows furrowed as he delved into his memories, his mind wandering back to a particular moment etched in his career.

Flashback

Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa stood outside the Commissioner's office, his pulse quickening with anticipation. The door loomed before him, a gateway to a new investigation, a chance to delve into the shadows of the criminal underworld.

With a determined stride, Naomasa entered the Commissioner's domain, greeted by the solemn gaze of authority. The Commissioner sat behind his desk, a figure of power and responsibility, his expression grave as he beckoned Naomasa to take a seat.

"Detective Tsukauchi, we have a matter of utmost importance that requires your expertise," the Commissioner began, his voice measured yet commanding. "A prominent hero has been found murdered, and the Hero Safety Commission has requested our assistance in solving the case."

Naomasa listened intently, absorbing every detail, his mind already racing with potential leads and strategies. This was his moment to shine, to uphold justice in the face of adversity.

"I understand, sir. I will dedicate myself fully to uncovering the truth," Naomasa vowed, his resolve firm and unwavering.

As Naomasa delved deeper into the investigation, he found himself drawn to the scene of the crime, a deserted warehouse shrouded in mystery and intrigue. With each step, he felt the weight of responsibility pressing down upon him, driving him forward in his quest for justice.

Amidst the debris and chaos, Naomasa's keen eyes caught sight of a glimmering object, a shard of evidence hidden in plain sight. With careful precision, he retrieved the item, his heart quickening with the promise of revelation.

Returning to the Commissioner's office, Naomasa felt a sense of accomplishment, his mind buzzing with anticipation. But as he crossed the threshold, he sensed a shift in the atmosphere, a tension that hung heavy in the air.

"Detective Tsukauchi," the Commissioner's voice rang out, tinged with unease. "I regret to inform you that there have been… developments regarding the case."

Naomasa's heart sank as he braced himself for the inevitable blow. "What kind of developments, sir?" he asked, his voice steady despite the rising dread.

The Commissioner's expression darkened, his gaze fixed upon Naomasa with a mixture of sympathy and regret. "I have received instructions regarding the handling of the case," he explained cryptically, his words laden with implication.

Naomasa's stomach churned as he processed the implications of the Commissioner's words. "Instructions? From whom?" he pressed, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.

But the Commissioner's lips remained sealed, his silence a testament to the clandestine nature of the forces at play. With a heavy heart, Naomasa realized the futility of his questions, the reality of the situation crashing down upon him like a wave.

"I understand, sir," Naomasa said quietly, his disappointment tempered by a steely resolve. As he exited the Commissioner's office, a sense of disillusionment gnawed at his soul, a bitter reminder of the complexities of justice in a world where power and influence held sway.

Flashback end

As Naomasa recounted the events of the past to Captain Hatsume Haruki, a sense of resignation settled over him. It was a bitter pill to swallow, a reminder of the inherent injustices that lurked beneath the surface of society. But despite the setbacks and betrayals, Naomasa remained steadfast in his commitment to the truth, his determination unyielding in the face of adversity.

After hearing the tale from the detective, the captain was about to say something but, from his radio, they heard, "Dispatch, this is Unit 7-Alpha, reporting a 10-31 in progress at Hoth Holdings & Investments in the Western Musutafu District. We have reports of a robbery in action, requesting immediate backup and all available units to respond. Suspects are armed and dangerous, approach with caution. Over."

. . .

Hoth Holdings and Investment is sleek modern architecture, a stark contrast against the traditional buildings nearby. Positioned strategically in the middle, it commands attention with its imposing presence. To the left, a distinguished law firm exudes an aura of authority, while to the right, a paper presser business hums with industrious activity. The roundabout allows for smooth traffic flow, with four entries and exits strategically placed around the perimeter, guiding patrons to their financial destination.

Izuku midoriya in his Spider-Man costume swinging from Eastern Mustafa District through innovation District ticket into the Western Mustafa District which 5 minutes going as fast as he could. Swinging through town, keeping away from any pro Heroes to reach at Hoth Holdings and Investment Bank.

In midair, Izuku finds a vent grill for the venting system, uses his webs to zip in to it and starts to crawl inside to gauge the inside of the bank.

On the outside of the Hoth Bank, is a fleet of 8 police cars, and the leaders are Captain Hatsume Haruki and Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa, who arrived late.

Captain Haruki got a radio call from the Commissioner, "Captain Haruki Hatsume I'm afraid to inform you that the heroes that have been assigned around half Holdings and Investments has been relocated to other endeavors you're on island now you're on your own. "神の祝福があなたを守り、幸せで満たされます。" (Kami no shukufuku ga anata o mamori, shiawase de mitasaremasu.) — May God's blessings protect you and fill you with happiness."

Captain Haruki Hatsume then scowled, and says, "the hero commission has banned anyone from helping us here, also they've rearranged where heroes are in the city

Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa nods solemnly and replies, "We'll have to make do with what we have. Let's focus on our strategy and ensure the safety of everyone inside. We've handled tough situations before, we can handle this one too."

Captain Haruki Hatsume clenches his jaw and responds, "We'll have to rely on our own skills and resourcefulness. Let's move in cautiously and assess the situation. We can't afford any mistakes."

Captain Haruki Hatsume came out of his car and started walking through with purpose on his heavy steps to the standing leader," sergeant It's Captain Haruki Hatsume, tell me what's going on, and I'll take over what's going on!?"

The Sergeant turns around to see Captain Haruki Hatsume, "Captain Hatsume," he saluted, "what we have confirm is that there are no hostages in the bank, but we can get in because the villain continuously shoot our men with what I could only observe to be Sonic Blast sonic waves those are not the type of quirks I have had seen ever before so I have to think it's machine made. Also, we just got confirmation that Spider-Man had entered the bank through a ventilation system. What do you want to do, sir?"

Captain Haruki Hatsume steps forward, his voice firm and authoritative, cutting through the tension in the air. "Alright, everyone, listen up! We've got confirmation that there are no hostages inside, but the villain is armed with some kind of sonic weapon. Our priority is to neutralize the threat and ensure the safety of civilians. I want two teams of four officers each to cover the entrances. Be cautious, this villain may have more tricks up their sleeve. The rest of you, spread out and secure the perimeter. Detective Tsukauchi, I need you to coordinate with our tactical unit and devise a plan to apprehend the suspect safely. And keep an eye out for Spider-Man, he might be our wildcard in this situation. Let's move, people!" With swift efficiency, the officers spring into action, ready to confront the danger lurking within Hoth Holdings & Investments.

The Captain was about to say something, but overhears one of the officers say, "Why should we even think about doing anything to help out that vigilante, he's just no good for the actual City he does more bad than good."

Captain Haruki Hatsume's gaze sharpens as he hears Officer Hitakoshi's comment. Without missing a beat, he steps closer to the officer, his eyes locking onto the name tag on Hitakoshi's uniform. With a hint of disappointment in his voice, the captain responds, "Officer Hitakoshi, regardless of personal opinions, Spider-Man has proven himself to be an asset to this city. His actions may not always align with our procedures, but he's saved lives and stopped criminals. We're here to uphold the law and protect the citizens, no matter who's under the mask. Remember that." With a stern nod, the captain moves on, leaving Officer Hitakoshi to reconsider his stance.

Officer Hitakoshi's expression shifts, a mix of realization and perhaps a touch of embarrassment crossing his features. He watches as the captain moves on, his words lingering in the air. Slowly, Hitakoshi glances around at his fellow officers, noticing the determined looks on their faces as they gear up to handle the situation at hand.

Feeling a pang of guilt for his earlier remark, Hitakoshi straightens his posture and joins his colleagues, ready to fulfill his duty as a police officer. As they continue to coordinate and prepare, Hitakoshi silently resolves to set aside any personal biases and focus on the task at hand: ensuring the safety of the city and its inhabitants, regardless of who wears the mask.

. . .

Izuku crawled his way through the ventilation system into the main area of Holth Holdings and Investments, looking through the grill of the vent, he was greeted by the spacious and elegant main room. Bathed in natural light streaming in through floor-to-ceiling windows, the room exudes an air of professionalism and efficiency. A line of bank clerks stands ready behind polished counters, assisting customers with their transactions and inquiries. Comfortable seating areas are scattered throughout, providing a welcoming space for consultations and discussions.

Using his right hand, he pushed the grill of the vent out, and he climbed out then, he replaced the grill back on to the vent.

Izuku jumped and started to swing to the back, but on the edge of his side he spots a couple of TVs with the security footage that's happening in real time. So we do a wreck and sharp left turn to the TV and hung upside down watching, looking all around the TV to figure out where the guy that is robbing the place is.

Farting the TV that is labeled cam 6 he is able to see the is located at the vault and the vault are open. Someone in bright yellow clad suit with a green vest with a couple of silver looking gauntlets.

Beneath the first floor lies the nerve center of Hoth Holdings and Investment - the underground vault. Accessed through a secure door, the vault houses the bank's reserves, safeguarding the wealth of its clients. Thick walls and state-of-the-art security systems ensure maximum protection against unauthorized access. Only a select few have clearance to enter this fortified chamber, where the weight of wealth and responsibility hangs heavy in the air.

Izuku went on and swung to the room of the vault, then he swung and slid inside the vault. Having a string of a web to close the vault door, Izuku saw a yellow clad Head to Toes suit that's covering every inch of skin on him with a green vest.

Izuku gave the attention of the yellow clad man, and he had his eyes wide open as he said, "wow, looks like that you raided a highlighter Factory! Now you're just a dumber down Homer Simpson."

The yellow clad man looked at the dark green and blue costume figure and saw the spider emblem on the person's chest and under his mask he had a big giant grin, "my boss told me to Rob this place but also to keep an eye on a little bug and if I see it I will exterminate it."

Izuku in curiosity asked, "exterminaaaaa-" a Sonic Blast writing Izuku's face made him fly right through hitting the fault door sending it flying off the hinges.

Izuku lay on the vault door, with ears ringing, dazed. The steps of the yellow clad man harshly echoes In Izuku's head, distorting the distance of the two men.

A whim of a machine getting ready to fire, spider sense ringing in danger, with Izuku placed his arms perfect to push him upwards to the ceiling, and had the shockwaves fly past. 'Wow, they are shock waves. There has to be some way the suit must be what takes the full brunt of The Recoil, so if I take a little patch of his suit. I'll be able to figure out the material and integrate it into my suit later on.' Izuku thought inside, then joked out loud, "Are those gauntlets meant to scare villains or just blind them with your questionable taste in accessories? You might as well embrace it and go by 'Shocker' from now on."

The yellow clad man looked up as he slings the long strap over one shoulder and across their chest, then adjusted the bag to sit comfortably against their body. He spoke to Spider-Man, "Has anyone ever told you how annoying you sound?"

Izuku then looked at the guy with a tilt of his head a little, "Oh! What do you mean by that? I thought my jokes were pretty funny." leaning back a little, putting his hands on his heart as if he was hurt a little.

The yellow clad man then thrust his two arms out and began to charge the shockwaves, Izuku spotted a small patch of threads.

A yellow clad man yells, "let me tell you your killer's name, I'm The Shocker!" Then blasted his shockwaves as Spider-Man, who dropped, dodging the shockwaves then launched over to the shocker with the left hand grabbing the patch and ripping it off of the Shockers suit. The right hand punched the Shocker in the chest enough to make him fly, but not to cave his chest in.

In quick fashion, Izuku stuffed the torn fabric piece of The Shocker's shockproof suit in the left leg piece of his costume.

Izuku leaped at The Shocker but gets launched by a punch filled by shockwaves, and gets implanted in the wall.

The Shocker looked at the stuck spider and the sac of money. Should I take the money, bring it to the boss man and potentially get a cut of it to get it to my daughter, or just killed a bug right now?'

Flashback

In the dimly lit hospital room, the soft beeping of machines filled the air, underscoring the gravity of the scene. Hara Hikaru sat by his daughter's bedside, his eyes heavy with sorrow and uncertainty. Akano, her small frame tucked under the covers, looked up at her father with eyes filled with unwavering belief and love.

"Daddy?" Akano's voice, weak but full of determination, broke the heavy silence.

Hikaru turned his gaze to his daughter, his heart aching at the sight of her frail form. "Yes, what is it, honey?" he replied, his voice trembling with emotion.

"You know that you're my hero, right?" Akano's words hung in the air, carrying with them a weight that seemed to press down on Hikaru's shoulders.

"Yeah, what is it about?" Hikaru's voice cracked as he struggled to maintain his composure.

I always wanted to see you beyond the news, in my hospital bed… to see you on the news being celebrated because you save people. That's one thing that I would love to see one day." Akano's voice was filled with hope, her eyes shining with unwavering belief in her father.

Hikaru's breath caught in his throat as he fought back tears, the weight of his daughter's words hitting him like a ton of bricks. "But, sweetheart, that might never happen… I… I don't know if I can be that hero," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the hum of the machines.

"No, I know it can happen because I believe in you, and I love you, daddy!" Akano's voice, filled with boundless hope and love, washed over Hikaru like a balm to his wounded soul.

Tears streamed down Hikaru's cheeks as he reached out to gently stroke his daughter's hair, his heart overflowing with love and determination. At that moment, amidst the beeping of machines and the soft glow of the hospital room, Hikaru made a silent vow to his daughter. He would do whatever it took to fulfill her wish, to become the hero she believed him to be, if only to see the light of hope shine in her eyes once more.

Flashback End

The image of his daughter's visage, was in the mind of Hikaru aka The Shocker, 'I've never killed, and I won't start now!'

The Shocker ran, leaving the stuck spider behind. 'I don't have the equipment to beat Shocker just yet,' Izuku broke free from the wall, 'that doesn't mean I shouldn't at least try.' Izuku web-sling up the stairway, to see a blasted hole, 'Aaaannnndddd, He's gone!' The Shocker, nowhere near.

Izuku ran out through the hole, and ran up to the law firm before the police ran in, "Go, go, go, go, secure the area, and make sure that nobody that's not supposed to be there!"

The Shocker left with taking off his mask, then put on a leather jacket, and black hat, walking in through the surrounding crowds.

Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa was the one that found the blasted hole, he went through it, to see Spider-Man on the top corner, and was able to hear, "Dammit IZ~Spidey you know better, but you just had to let him go."

Spider-Man looks to the Detective, cough in his fist, before dropping with the right tone of voice, and stuck out his hand, "I'm Spider-Man, I hope we can have an understanding."

Detective Naomasa not shaking the hand of Spider-Man, but introducing himself, "It's Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa, and I don't like vigilantes in my cities."

Spider-Man tapped the Detective's shoulder a little, "Eh, In time I'll grow on ya." Detective Naomasa spoke, "No, you would!"

Spider-Man said before he web-swinging away, "That remains to be seen."

Captain Hatsume came to see the detective alone, "Detective Tsukauchi, what did you find?"

Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa replied, "I've met Spider-Man, and he just left."

A nod from the captain, who asked, "Alright then, what did you learn?"

Naomasa reported, "I learned that Spider-Man isn't a man yet, the way he tried to change his voice was childish, and why a teenager tried to sound like when they wanted to be recognized as a grown up, and…"

"And, and what!?" The Captain questioned,

Detective hesitated a little, "Spider-Man or Spider-Kid, might have said, 'He'd grow on me.' I seriously doubt it."

With a small cheeky smirk on the captain, earned the ire of the detective, "Don't you dare!"

Captain Hatsume could only just laugh loudly that had Izuku hear as he leaped with the new captured pictures.

. . .

Izuku had arrived at school with a minute to spare, landing a building away, as he was getting his uniform back on, but as he got his pants on the bell went off.

Izuku, with speed, got his full uniform on, as he leaped in the air to try his best to sneak right in.

Inside of Aldera Junior high school, using everything he can to reach his classroom. "Yosh, I'm not late." Izuku cheered, but his English teacher was behind them, Hiroshi Tanaka, "Mr. Midoriya, you're late!"

Slowly turning around to see his English teacher, "Oh, Hi Mr. Tanaka, How's it going?" Izuku with eyes widen, Hiroshi coughed in his fist, "Mister Midoriya, You have an hour detention later on today. After school, report to Room 308…" Izuku sighed as he walked to his seat, with the classroom erupted into laughter.

After school, Izuku reported to room 308 for detention. There he has his invention notebook open, jotting down, If I want to be the best as I can and help the police, then I'd have to become a detective. And I need to figure out how to analyze evidence without touching them. And the best way to find people, I need to learn those skills and create the analyst.

I think that I'll be in the need for let's say A supercomputer. Now, where would I put that? Because I believe I have everything that I need to create a supercomputer.

Somewhere, that is near home but far away to where it would not seem quite Nicholas, but also ridiculous at the same time for me to go there.'

Izuku would continue his thoughts, 'Maybe I should go on and take a look at several video games for from the pre-quirk era. And see if there are any ideas there that I could see that wouldn't work for me. But right now, I need to figure out how to scan and analyze things like the material from Shocker guy that I ain't got from him from his suit.

Um, maybe I could use a regular paper scanner and repurpose it into a scanner that can scan with a beam of light. It'll take some time, perhaps 2 to 3 hours. If I do it fast, but more compact would be about, possibly 6 to 8 hours. Mean no Spider-Man for at least half of a day. I think that's fine with me.'

After an hour of Izuku 's time in Detention.

Izuku ventured to Takoba Municipal Beach Park, determined to find materials for building two scanners: a stationary one and a portable version. He discovered a wheelbarrow, which would help him transport the collected items to a shed he found nearby.

The shed, measuring 1910 square feet (0.93 m), had no windows and a work desk on the right wall. The door, positioned on the right side, swung open to the right, with the knob on the left.

Izuku made multiple trips back and forth from the beach to the shed, using the wheelbarrow to carry his materials. After an hour and a half, he finally brought the last load to the shed. He placed the wheelbarrow in the back left corner, two squares away from each wall, on the square-patterned floor, each panel a foot in length and width.

As he dropped the wheelbarrow, he heard an echo from beneath the floor. Intrigued, he moved the wheelbarrow around the shed to see if the echo came from anywhere else but found it was only in that one spot.

After a few minutes, Izuku noticed a faint outline around the four panels where he had heard the echo. He descended and carefully examined the seams.

His fingers brushed over a small, inconspicuous knot in the wood. Pressing it gently, he felt a slight give. Suddenly, the four panels shifted, revealing a cleverly concealed trapdoor.

The trapdoor opened to reveal a narrow shaft, with rusty iron rungs, descending into darkness. Using his enhanced senses, Izuku detected a faint breeze and the scent of damp earth wafting up from below. This was it – an entrance to an underground cave system.

Izuku carefully climbed down the rungs, his grip sure and steady. The shaft led to a small, hidden alcove, barely tall enough for him to stand upright. He could see a faint light filtering through cracks in the rock, indicating the presence of a larger cavern beyond.

As he emerged into the underground cave to reveal a vast, dimly lit underground space. The air is stale, filled with the scent of neglect and time. The floor is a mix of cracked concrete and bare earth, with some sections showing remnants of past activity.

To the left, a set of old, metallic doors leads to what once served as living quarters. The room is sparse, with a dilapidated bed frame, a small kitchenette with rusted appliances, and a single chair pushed against a dusty table.

The walls, adorned with peeling paint, hint at a time when this place was a sanctuary. A few personal items, long forgotten, lie scattered—an old mug, a faded photograph, and a worn-out book. The air is thick with the echoes of the past, a ghost of the life that once thrived here.

Adjacent to the living quarters, through another set of heavy doors, lies the command center.

Dominating the room is an old computer console, dusty and covered in cobwebs, yet still functional. Flickering screens display outdated data and maps, remnants of a vigilante's watchful eye over the city.

Wires and cables snake across the floor, connecting to various ancient devices. A single, flickering fluorescent light casts eerie shadows, highlighting the room's abandonment.

Despite its age, the setup has potential. With some effort, Izuku knows he could restore it, transforming this relic into a supercomputer.

Further in, Izuku finds the healing quarters. This room, too, shows signs of neglect. Dust-covered medical equipment lines the walls—old stretchers, a defibrillator, and a shelf of expired medical supplies.

A surgical table stands in the center, its surface stained from years of use. Cabinets, some hanging off their hinges, contain remnants of first-aid kits and vials of medication.

The air is sterile, yet oppressive, filled with the lingering scent of antiseptics. Despite the decay, the room exudes a sense of purpose, hinting at the many lives once saved here.

Beyond these rooms, the rest of the underground area is vast and barren. The floor stretches out into darkness, with only the occasional support pillar breaking the monotony.

The walls, rough and unfinished, create an expansive cave-like environment. This empty space, while desolate, offers potential—a blank canvas waiting to be filled with new life and purpose.

Izuku stands in the center of this forgotten lair, imagining the possibilities. The living quarters could be refurbished into a comfortable home.

The command center, with some upgrades, could become the nerve center for his vigilante activities. The healing quarters, with new supplies, could once again serve to mend wounds and save lives.

The barren expanse offers room for a training area, a gadget workshop, and perhaps even a place to store his growing arsenal of Spider-Man gear.

With a sense of determination, Izuku resolved to breathe new life into this abandoned sanctuary, transforming it into a new base of operations for his journey as Spider-Man.

Excited about the possibilities, Izuku took out a notebook titled "Spider-Man's Future Gadgets and Plans of Improvement." As he explored the underground cave, he sketched the layout, noting locations for the command center, living quarters, and medical wing. He also made lists of needed improvements and suggestions for empty rooms, such as a gadgets and assembly room, trophy room, armory, training room, and storage room for tech, chemicals, and unused components.

Having meticulously planned out his future base, Izuku returned to the surface. Glancing at his phone, he saw the time: 5:50 pm. His screen was filled with notifications—10 messages and 15 missed calls from his mother.

Feeling a pang of guilt for worrying her, he quickly dialed her number. As the phone rang, he rehearsed what he would say. When his mother answered, her voice filled with concern, he spoke up.

"Hi, Mom! I'm so sorry I missed your calls. I was working on something important and lost track of time."

"Izuku! Where have you been? I've been so worried!" she replied, her voice a mix of relief and exasperation.

"I know, Mom. I'm really sorry. I found this old shed near the beach and started cleaning it up. It's a great place to think and work on my projects. I promise I'll be more careful and keep you updated from now on."

His mother's tone softened. "Alright, Izuku. Just please be safe. You know how much I worry about you."

"I will, Mom. I promise. I love you."

"I love you too, Izuku. Come home soon, okay?"

"Okay, Mom. See you soon."

With that, Izuku hung up, a sense of relief washing over him. He was eager to return to his new hideout and begin transforming it into the ultimate base for Spider-Man, but for now, it was time to head home.

Take another notebook out, taking a look at the materials, like he would need for a stationary scanner of materials. He wouldn't go on and take the materials from the pile within the shed and put them in his backpack.

With the backpack full of materials, he headed home there with his workstation. Izuku decided to get started with the stationary scanner, And it took him around 5 hours. When he was done with making the scanner it was 11:25 pm, and Izuku started making a small code to make the scanner scan for Materials next figure out where it originates, and then figure out where he could get some cheaply.

After finding the fabric, Izuku ordered a roll of it, and it'll take a week to come. With that, Izuku moved off to sleep.

Part Three: Genetic lottery.

A week and a day have passed since the Shocker incident. Today is Tuesday on the 15th of April, and Izuku is currently collaborating with Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura, while Akiko is working with the other intern, Mei Hatsume, at the Nakamura Laboratory.

Dr. Akiko guided Mei through the final stages of understanding what the project truly is, and get started on the Genetic Enhancement for Disease Resistance project. The goal of this initiative is to develop genetic modifications that can fortify the human body's innate defenses against various diseases. The primary approach involves utilizing gene therapy to introduce advantageous genes that can bolster immunity or rectify genetic abnormalities, thereby enhancing human resilience to diseases.

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura, a renowned geneticist, invited Izuku Midoriya to his office. Amidst the organized chaos of research papers and genetic data files, Dr. Nakamura gestured for Izuku to be seated opposite him.

With a tone of professional enthusiasm, Dr. Nakamura addressed Izuku, "Izuku, our research team has achieved substantial progress in identifying the distinct genetic markers associated with mutants and Quirk users. I am confident that we are on the cusp of a groundbreaking discovery. Allow me to present our findings thus far."

Izuku nods eagerly, pulling out his notebook and a tablet where he's compiled their research data.

Izuku Midoriya: "Yes, Dr. Nakamura. Our data shows distinct genetic sequences in mutants that aren't present in typical Quirk users. Additionally, we've noted differences in the gene expressions that correlate with power manifestation during puberty."

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura: "Excellent. Let's focus on the expression profiles during puberty. If we can pinpoint the exact genetic changes occurring during this period, we might understand why mutants struggle more with control compared to Quirk users."

Dr. Nakamura and Izuku begin analyzing the latest gene expression data, comparing samples from prepubescent and pubescent mutants.

In the bigger lab.

Dr. Akiko Nakamura stands by a large screen displaying intricate genetic diagrams. Mei Hatsume, brimming with enthusiasm and innovative ideas, listens attentively.

Dr. Akiko Nakamura: "Mei, our objective is to identify and modify genes capable of augmenting human immunity. We have isolated several promising gene candidates known to influence immune responses. Your assignment is to devise a delivery mechanism utilizing gene therapy techniques."

Mei Hatsume: "Understood, Dr. Nakamura! I have conceptualized a nanotechnology-based delivery system that can precisely target specific cells without causing unintended harm."

Dr. Akiko Nakamura: "That approach holds great promise. Let us commence with a prototype development. We shall conduct initial testing on cultured cells to evaluate the efficacy of gene integration into their DNA."

Mei diligently sets up the laboratory equipment, preparing cell cultures and nanotechnology tools, while Dr. Akiko Nakamura closely monitors the progress and offers expert guidance.

Back in Dr. Hiroshi's Office

Izuku Midoriya: "Dr. Nakamura, please review this data. The gene expression levels in these mutant samples exhibit a significant increase immediately prior to the manifestation of their powers. This could potentially explain the challenges associated with controlling these powers."

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura: "Indeed, Izuku. This anomalous spike could be overwhelming their inherent regulatory mechanisms. It is imperative that we conduct further research to determine if we can modulate these expression levels to facilitate a more gradual and controlled manifestation of their powers."

Subsequently, they commence the design of experiments to validate their hypothesis, intending to utilize CRISPR-Cas9 technology to edit the genes within controlled cellular environments and meticulously observe the ensuing outcomes.

Later in the Day, in the bigger lab,

Dr. Akiko Nakamura: "Mei, your prototype demonstrates impressive capabilities. Let us evaluate its performance through our initial testing procedures."

They introduce the nanotechnology-based delivery system to the cultured cells, observing the integration of immune-enhancing genes.

Mei Hatsume: "The initial findings appear promising. The genes integrate seamlessly, and the cells exhibit augmented immune responses."

Dr. Akiko Nakamura: "Commendable work, Mei. While further testing is necessary to ensure stability and effectiveness, this represents a substantial advancement."

By the conclusion of the day, both teams had made significant advancements in their respective projects. Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura and Izuku achieved a clearer comprehension of the genetic mechanisms underlying mutants' powers, while Dr. Akiko Nakamura and Mei Hatsume effectively initiated the Genetic Enhancement for Disease Resistance project.

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura: "Izuku, your contributions today were exceptional. Let us resume our experiments tomorrow and ascertain if we can stabilize those gene expressions."

Dr. Akiko Nakamura: "Mei, your innovative approach is commendable. We shall continue refining this delivery system, as it holds immense potential for medical advancements."

Both interns departed from the laboratory feeling inspired and motivated, eagerly anticipating the subsequent stages of their groundbreaking research.

As Izuku and Mei Left the lab and getting a conversation started between the two about their projects that they aim to create before the deadline. But everything had to end sometimes, right? Izuku got a call coming from his boss, Shinobu Arata.

Izuku left Mei at the bus stop, to answer the phone call,

Izuku: Hello, who's this?

Shinobu Arata: Hey it Shinobu, and I need you Midoriya here at the Unity Tower.

Izuku: I'll be there atwithin 20 to 25 minutes.

Shinobu: I require you 15 minutes ago!

Call ended

Izuku: Mr. Arata, Mr. Arata, dang it, I just wish, he'd explain sometimes.

Izuku looked around before he jetted off to an alleyway, taking some quick peeks around onto the area, on if there was a camera around or anyone else.

…

Back over to Nakamura Labs

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura's Office

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura sat in his dimly lit office, peering through a microscope at a serum containing lizard DNA. He carefully watched the reaction it had with his own blood. The results were always the same: his blood was overwhelmed by the aggressive lizard DNA. In his frustration, he slammed his right hand into his desk, causing the instruments to rattle.

Hearing the commotion, his wife, Dr. Akiko Nakamura, rushed into the room to comfort him.

"Hiroshi, could you please share your concerns with me?" inquired Dr. Akiko Nakamura in a concerned tone.

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura lets out a heavy sigh, "Akiko, it's the serum. The lizard DNA is exhibiting excessive aggressiveness. Despite my efforts, it consistently overpowers my bloodstream. I am unable to identify a method to stabilize it."

Dr. Akiko Nakamura gently placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Please direct your attention to me, Honey." He complied, and she continued, "You have dedicated a significant amount of time and effort to this project. Perhaps it would be beneficial to take a step back and reassess it from a different perspective. Given your exceptional intellect, I am confident that you will find a solution."

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura, shaking his head on the wasted effort, "It's not just about figuring it out anymore. Akira Kamiki is growing impatient. He doesn't care about the difficulties or the science behind it. He just wants results. If I don't deliver soon, who knows what he'll do."

Dr. Akiko Nakamura expressed her concerns regarding her husband's well-being and emphasized the importance of caution in their work. She advised, "Hiroshi, it is crucial that we do not allow external pressures to influence our scientific integrity. As experts in this field, we are aware of the potential risks associated with an inadequately developed serum. Rushing the process could lead to catastrophic consequences, jeopardizing not only our research but also the safety of the public."

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura is frustrated with himself and how things are happening, "I know, Akiko. But Kamiki's threats aren't empty. He sees himself above everyone, even his own son. He won't hesitate to ruin us if we don't succeed."

Dr. Akiko Nakamura said softly, "Maybe we need to reach out for help. There might be someone out there with the expertise we need to overcome this hurdle."

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura thoughtfully responded, "Your assessment may hold merit. However, the question remains: who can we entrust with such a delicate matter? Can we place our trust in them to handle it with the utmost confidentiality and discretion?"

Dr. Akiko Nakamura offered, "What about Izuku Midoriya? He's been an invaluable assistant, and his perspective might provide the breakthrough we need. Plus, he genuinely cares about the science and the implications of our work."

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura nodded slowly as he listened to his wife before reflecting on Izuku, "Izuku… He's shown a remarkable understanding of Quirk genetics. Perhaps he can offer some fresh insights. But we must be cautious. Kamiki's eyes and ears are everywhere."

Dr. Akiko Nakamura calmly stated, "We will proceed with caution. Let us bring Izuku in and assess his potential contributions. Collaboratively, we may discover a method to stabilize the serum and effectively manage the Kamiki situation."

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura is resolved to discover a solution to deter Akira Kamiki from impeding our progress. "Very well. I shall engage in a conversation with Izuku first thing tomorrow. We cannot tolerate any further obstacles."

"We will overcome this challenge together, Hiroshi," said Dr. Akiko Nakamura with a reassuring smile.

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura inhaled deeply, experiencing a resurgence of optimism. With the unwavering support of his spouse and the prospective participation of Izuku Midoriya, he felt prepared to confront the impending obstacles. However, he acknowledged the necessity for constant vigilance, as Akira Kamiki's ominous presence continued to cast a shadow over their endeavors and personal lives.

As Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura observed his graceful wife depart, a sudden shiver coursed through his spine upon recognizing the caller ID:

Akira Kamiki.

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura picking up the phone, "This is Dr. Nakamura."

Kamiki inquired about the status of the Goblin serum project, "Nakamura, it's Kamiki. I trust you have something substantial to report on the Goblin serum?"

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura taking a deep breath as he gripped the phone harder, "Mr. Kamiki, we're making progress, but it's been slow. The lizard DNA is highly aggressive, and stabilizing it has been more challenging than anticipated. However, I've enlisted the help of an exceptional assistant, Izuku Midoriya, who might pro~

Akira Kamiki interjected, "Nakamura, I am not concerned with your assistant or the obstacles you face. My sole focus is on achieving results. The serum's completion was expected by now. Your attention to distractions is causing a significant waste of valuable time."

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura nervously spoke into the phone, "Mr. Kamiki, the research we are conducting is intricate and requires meticulous attention to detail. Proceeding hastily may result in potentially hazardous consequences. It is imperative that we prioritize stability and safety throughout the process to ensure a successful outcome."

Akira Kamiki firmly stated, "I did not employ you to provide justifications. I hired you to achieve outcomes. If you fail to deliver promptly, there will be repercussions. Is that understood?"

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura calmly responded, "Absolutely, Mr. Kamiki."

Akira Kamiki: "Very well. Now, please resume your work and cease allocating time to these inconsequential endeavors. Bear in mind that your professional trajectory at Kami Industries is contingent upon your adherence to these guidelines."

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura: "Certainly, I will expedite the serum's production as a top priority."

Akira Kamiki "See that you do." hangs up

Phone Clicks

Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura sighs, "This will be a challenging endeavor…"

With a sense of gravity, Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura returned the phone to its resting position. The weight of Akira Kamiki's expectations bore down upon him, yet he maintained a resolute determination. With the unwavering support of his wife and the inclusion of Izuku Midoriya, he clung to a beacon of optimism, confident in their collective ability to navigate the complexities that lay ahead.

…

While Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura was trying to figure out the best way to bring up the subject of the Goblin serum, but also finish his own personal project. Izuku on the other hand is swinging through the city of Musutafu as Spider-Man.

Till heard a cry for help from an alleyway, stopping on top of a building to have an overview of the situation,

Izuku sees three guys ganging up on a young raven haired woman. One of them has talons for hands and a beak, who was the middle guy, the left guy has mallets as hands, and the guy on the right electric sparks off of his hands signaling his readiness to use it.

After the observation, Izuku then thought, 'What did Aisawa said about this type of situation? Awe, yes, try my best to get the victim away from the danger zone if given the opportunity.' After That thought, Izuku sieged his opportunity, to rescue the raven haired girl by shooting Out the thread of webbing to yank her upwards, catching her.

As Izuku lands the raven-haired girl safely on the roof, he glances back at the scene below and quips, "Hang tight up here! I've got a Whac-A-Mole champion to dethrone!" hopping down on the mallet guy, forced mallet man, down to the ground before jumping to a wall to stick on. Seeing mallet man get back onto his feet, 'Well mallet boy will be the one to save for last, while talon man and static shock wannabe will be easy. Plus, they look like they are of the same gang. Maybe I can find a card or a phone to look over.'

ATTACK!

Mallet Man swung his massive mallet hand into the space where Spider-Man had been a second ago. Izuku hopped over the swing, landing gracefully and then leaping towards the electric guy. He delivered a powerful right punch, feeling the satisfying crunch of impact. The electric guy reeled back, electricity crackling in the air.

Izuku's danger sense tingled, warning him of an attack from behind. He spun, delivering a back kick that caught Talon Man square in the chest. Using the momentum, Izuku flipped backward, shooting a web line midair. He torpedoed into Talon Man's back, knocking him out cold.

Only Mallet Man and the dazed electric guy remained. Izuku turned his attention to Mallet Man, who charged with a roar. Izuku ducked under a wild swing, then pivoted to deliver a powerful sidekick to the ribs. Mallet Man grunted but stayed on his feet, swinging again. Izuku weaved around the attacks, staying just out of reach.

The electric guy had recovered enough to launch a bolt of electricity. Izuku saw it coming and flipped over the bolt, landing a solid kick to the electric guy's head, knocking him out.

Now, it was just Mallet Man. Izuku darted in, throwing a series of quick jabs and hooks learned from his boxing training. Each punch landed with precision, further disorienting Mallet Man. Izuku finished with a powerful roundhouse kick, sending Mallet Man sprawling to the ground.

Spider-Man grabbed all three, searched then found a phone from talon man, and webbed Them all up, to a wall. Then Spider-Man ran up the wall to see the young raven haired girl, "I'm pretty sure you don't want to stay up here. So why don't you let me apparel you down to the crowd?" After helping the raven haired girl to the ground, Spider-Man swung away to the best place for him to land in and change into Civilian clothing as Izuku Midoriya.

5 minutes later,

Izuku made his way to Unity Tower, the Innovation Hub in Central Musutafu.

He walked in and spoke to the Secretary of the United Vanguard, but was denied access to the elevator. Noticing the stairway door, he decided to take the stairs instead. As he quietly muttered to himself about not knowing which floor to go to, his phone pinged.

It was a message from Shinobu Arata: "21st floor, get here in less than 5 minutes, or you're fired!" Izuku thought to himself, 'Well, that was a coincidence.'

Running up the stairs, Izuku stumbled a few times before finally reaching the 21st floor. He opened the door to find a room bustling with chatter and frantic activity. Employees were running around like headless chickens.

From the left back room, he heard the familiar boastful voice of his boss, Shinobu Arata, animatedly gesturing. "Yup, that's my boss," Izuku thought with a sigh.

Izuku approached Shinobu, who spotted him. "Awe, Izuku. It's about time you've gotten here," Shinobu said with a hint of impatience.

Suddenly, a transmission came through: "Mission Control to Dark Knight, over!" came the strained voice of Commander

Akira over the radio. "We've attempted all emergency procedures as per the manual. The airbags won't deploy, and the parachute system is non-responsive. We're running out of options. Requesting immediate assistance."

The room erupted into even more frantic activity. Izuku's mind raced as he realized the gravity of the situation. The lives of the astronauts, including Shinobu's son, Akira, were in serious danger.

I'll just step out to get some fresh air and maybe a few shots of the sky," Izuku said casually to his colleague, masking his anxiety.

Izuku jetted off to the stairwell, ducking into a secluded spot. He quickly donned his Spider-Man suit, the dark green and blue costume transforming him into the hero he needed to be.

Within moments, Spider-Man was scaling the outside of the building, heading towards the mission control room on the 21st floor.

Spider-Man appeared through the window, startling the mission control staff. "I can help," he announced firmly.

Shinobu Arata's face contorted with a mix of surprise and anger. He had always despised Spider-Man, ever since his arrival on the news 4 months ago, but the situation left him with little choice. "Fine, do whatever you have to," Shinobu said through gritted teeth.

Spider-Man wasted no time. He swung out of the window and headed straight for the malfunctioning space pod. Using his web-shooters, he latched onto the shuttle, stabilizing its descent.

Climbing up to the parachute compartment, he used his webs to force it open, manually deploying the parachute. With that problem solved, he moved to the bottom of the shuttle, creating a web cushion to act as a makeshift airbag system.

As the shuttle safely touched down near the Japanese shores, Mission Control erupted in cheers. Spider-Man swung back to the 21st floor, where he found Shinobu waiting. Despite his lingering disdain, Shinobu's expression softened with a hint of gratitude.

"Thank you," Shinobu said quietly, his voice begrudging yet sincere. Spider-Man nodded and, without another word, swung away.

Moments later, Izuku reappeared in the mission control room, ready to share in the relief and joy of Akira's safe return.

Izuku, on the way back, he grabbed a picture that he took. Giving the photos to Shinobu.

The picture captures a breathtaking moment of heroism and ingenuity. In the foreground, the image shows Spider-Man, clad in his dark green and blue costume, suspended in midair by his webbing.

His body is contorted in a dynamic pose, one arm extended towards the space pod, which is descending against the backdrop of a deep blue sky streaked with the warm hues of a setting sun.

The space pod, though visibly scarred from re-entry, is stabilized by multiple web lines attached to its frame. The parachute, partially unfurled, flutters above the pod, and beneath it, the intricate web cushion created by Spider-Man is clearly visible, ready to absorb the impact of the landing.

In the background, the serene Japanese shoreline of Shizuoka Prefecture stretches out, the tranquil waves contrasting sharply with the intense scene unfolding above.

Izuku left to head home, 'I guess I'll get out of their hair, so that Shinobu can claim down before he sees his son.'

Next Day

On the early morning of Wednesday, April 16th, 2155, at 6:15 am, Izuku Midoriya was relaxing on the couch, watching TV.

Suddenly, he heard a soft thud at the front door. With his enhanced senses, he could hear it clearly. He went to the door and found a newspaper with the headline, "Hero or Menace: Spider-Man Wanted 300 Million Yen!" ($3,000,000 So, so equivalent to the American dollar)

All Izuku could think was, "Why is there a bounty on my head? What happened? How? Why me?"

He sat back on the couch, reading the front page, just as his mother, Inko, walked out to begin making breakfast.

The Newspaper Article:

The Critical Smash

Hero or Menace: Spider-Man - Wanted 300 Million Yen!

By Shinobu Arata, Editor-in-Chief

In the chaotic aftermath of a near-disaster in space, one question lingers in the air like a storm cloud: Is Spider-Man a hero or just another thrill-seeker? As the editor of The Critical Smash, I find myself reluctantly reflecting on the events of April 15th, 2155, when an unexpected visitor intervened in a critical mission.

The day began like any other at our bustling headquarters in Musutafu City. Little did I know that before noon, my world would be turned upside down. My son, Akira, and his team were stranded in a malfunctioning space pod hurtling towards Earth. Panic gripped the control room as every attempt to deploy emergency systems failed. The stakes couldn't have been higher; lives hung in the balance.

Amid the chaos, Spider-Man made his presence known. Adorned in a garish green and blue suit, he swung into our control room uninvited, claiming he could help. While his sudden appearance initially startled me, the urgency of the situation left me little choice but to reluctantly accept his assistance.

To his credit, Spider-Man managed to stabilize the plummeting space pod with his webbing, manually deploying a parachute when our automated systems failed. He even fashioned a makeshift airbag system, ensuring a safe touchdown near the Japanese shores. For these actions, I will reluctantly admit, he deserves some acknowledgment.

However, let me be clear: Spider-Man is not a hero. He is a reckless vigilante, driven by an insatiable thirst for adrenaline. Any fool who dares call him a hero must have their heads examined. He disrupts the order of things, endangering lives with his impulsiveness. There was absolutely no justification for him to intervene in a highly sensitive, regulated mission.

In fact, I find myself questioning the motives behind Spider-Man's actions. Was it truly a selfless act of heroism, or merely another opportunity to feed his dangerous craving for excitement? What if his interference had caused more harm than good? These are questions that demand answers.

Despite my reservations, I must begrudgingly acknowledge that his actions on that fateful day prevented a tragedy. For that, I am thankful. But my gratitude stops there. Spider-Man remains a menace, a vigilante who operates outside the law, answerable to no one but his own reckless impulses.

In light of this incident, The Critical Smash offers a reward of 300 million Yen to anyone who can bring Spider-Man to justice. Let it be known: his interference in matters beyond his comprehension will not be tolerated. Musutafu City deserves better than to be at the mercy of a thrill-seeker masquerading as a hero.

Izuku couldn't believe what was written and became flabbergasted at what he had just read.

As Izuku Midoriya, grappling with the weight of the accusations against Spider-Man, my thoughts swirl in confusion and self-doubt. Reading Shinobu Arata's scathing words in The Critical Smash, I can't help but feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on me like a heavy burden.

"Izuku Midoriya… Spider-Man," I mutter to myself, trying to reconcile the heroic ideals I strive for with the harsh reality painted by Arata's words. "How can I prove I'm not dangerous? How can I show them that I didn't cause harm to that capsule?"

My mind races, searching for answers that seem to slip through my fingers like sand. The Fantastic Power bestowed upon me feels like a curse rather than a gift. Every action I take as Spider-Man, every leap into danger to help others, seems to backfire, casting doubt on my intentions.

"Everything I do as Spider-Man… it turns out wrong, I… " I lament, frustration creeping into my voice. "What good is my power if I cannot use it without being accused of recklessness? Must I become the menace they accuse me of, simply because I dare to act?"

In the world of heroes and quirks, where justice is tempered with scrutiny, I find myself at a crossroads. How do I navigate this tangled web of public opinion? How do I prove that Spider-Man can be a force for good, despite the doubts that shadow my every move?

"Must I really become a menace?" I ponder aloud, the weight of Shinobu Arata's words hanging heavy in the air. "Perhaps that's the only path left for me… or perhaps there's still hope."

With a heavy heart and a resolve born from the teachings of my father with that, I know I cannot give up. I must find a way to show the world that Spider-Man can be a hero, not a villain. The journey ahead is fraught with challenges, but I will face them head-on, for the sake of those who need a hero to believe in.

"I won't let fear or doubt hold me back," I declare, my voice firm with newfound determination. "I will prove them wrong. I will show them what it means to be a hero."

With these words echoing in my mind, I swing into action once more, ready to prove that Spider-Man can make a difference in this world, one heroic act at a time.

Part Four: Arachnid Wanted

In Musutafu General Hospital

Hara Hikaru, a blonde man in his mid-thirties, stood beside a hospital bed. His gaze fell upon his six-year-old daughter, her once lively eyes now closed, her small body connected to a web of tubes and machines. Hikaru's heart ached as he looked at the headline of the Musutafu City Gazette clutched in his hand: "Hero Public Safety Commission Offers 900 Million Yen For The Capture Of The Vigilante Known As Spider-Man."

The television in the room flickered to life, the logo of Heroes 16 News flashing on the screen. Hikaru turned up the volume, eager for the latest updates.

Live News Broadcast Studio

The sleek, modern set of Heroes 16 News buzzed with energy. Large screens displayed breaking news headlines, and the atmosphere was charged with anticipation as reporters and crew members prepared for the live segment.

HEROES 16 NEWS STUDIO

The camera focused on John Anderson, a seasoned anchor with a calm, authoritative demeanor. He sat behind the news desk, papers neatly arranged before him. The screen behind him displayed the headline: "Hero or Menace: Spider-Man - Wanted!"

John Anderson:

(Looking directly into the camera)

"Good evening, I'm John Anderson, and you're watching Heroes 16 News. Tonight, we bring you breaking news about the vigilante known as Spider-Man. Joining us live is Cassandra Everhart, President of the Hero Public Safety Commission."

The camera shifted to Cassandra Everhart, who stood confidently at a podium flanked by the Hero Association's logo. Reporters were seated before her, microphones and cameras aimed in her direction.

Cassandra "Cassie" Everhart:

(Addressing the reporters with a serious tone)

"Thank you, John. Today, I am here to address a growing concern within our society. Spider-Man, while often portrayed as a hero, has repeatedly shown disregard for the laws and regulations that maintain order and safety in our communities."

The screen behind Cassandra changed to show various images and footage of Spider-Man in action, some scenes portraying him in a less favorable light.

Cassie Everhart:

(Continuing)

"His actions, though sometimes beneficial, are unpredictable and unsanctioned. We cannot allow an individual to operate outside the established system, potentially endangering innocent lives."

Reporters began to raise their hands, eager to ask questions. Cassandra nodded towards one of them.

Reporter 1:

(Inquisitive)

"Ms. Everhart, are you suggesting that Spider-Man is a threat to public safety?"

Cassie Everhart:

(Firmly)

"Yes, his unchecked activities pose a significant risk. To address this, we are officially placing a bounty on Spider-Man's capture."

The screen behind Cassandra now displayed the headline from The Critical Smash: "Hero or Menace: Spider-Man - Wanted 300 Million Yen!"

Cassie Everhart:

(Continuing)

"In collaboration with The Critical Smash, which has already offered a 300 million yen bounty, the Hero Association is adding 900 million yen, bringing the total bounty to 1.2 billion yen."

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the reporters. Cameras flashed as they captured Cassandra's resolute expression.

Reporter 2:

(Shouting over the noise)

"Isn't this bounty excessive? What message does this send to other heroes?"

Cassie Everhart:

(Calmly)

"The message is clear: no one is above the law. Heroes must operate within the framework of our society. This bounty ensures that Spider-Man is brought to justice and held accountable for his actions."

John Anderson:

(Interjecting from the news desk)

"Ms. Everhart, do you believe this will deter other vigilantes from following in Spider-Man's footsteps?"

Cassie Everhart:

(Confidently)

"Absolutely. This action reinforces our commitment to maintaining order and safety. It serves as a warning to any who might consider taking the law into their own hands."

The camera cut back to John Anderson at the news desk.

John Anderson:

(Nodding)

"Thank you, Ms. Everhart, for your time and insights. We'll continue to follow this story closely."

The broadcast ended with the camera panning out, showing Cassandra Everhart leaving the podium amidst a flurry of questions and flashing cameras.

INT. HEROES 16 NEWS STUDIO - CONTINUOUS

John Anderson:

(Turning to the audience)

"Stay with us as we bring you more updates on this developing story. Up next, we have exclusive footage of Spider-Man's latest confrontation with local authorities."

In the hospital room, Hikaru's eyes shifted back to his daughter, a tear escaping as he silently vowed to protect her at all costs.

A click from the door as it slides open to showa meticulous and sharp-looking Japanese man in his mid-30s. He stands at about 5'10 (1.78 meters)" with a lean, athletic build. His jet-black hair is always neatly styled, either slicked back or cut short professionally. This is Kaito Takahashi, the right-hand man to Hikaru's boss, Kaito as abriefcase in his hands, "Takahashi-Sama, What does the big old boss man wants of me?" Hikaru asked sarcastically, Kaito's face is clean-shaven, showcasing his high cheekbones and strong jawline, which his mouth curled in a smile withhis eye hit the newspaper, "I can see you have seen the announcement, huh?"

Kaito hands over the briefcase to Hikaru, "This is your payment for the Bank job, 200,000 Yen." Hikaru took the briefcase, but notice that Takahashi is grabbing something from the inside of his blazer, "My boss has another offer in this envelope, it has the details for it, if you accept it, I have the pen for you to sign the agreement." Kaito hands over the envelope to Hikaru, who put the case of money down to rip into the envelope to see the deal.
Contract between The Kingpin (Akihiko Shinoda) and Shocker (Hara Hikaru)

Date: 2155 of April 23rd, 17:30

Parties:

- The Kingpin.

- Hara Hikaru (hereinafter referred to as "Shocker").

Terms and Conditions:

1. Scope of Work:

- Shocker agrees to undertake the capture of the vigilante known as Spider-Man. This task must be completed within the next 90 days.

- Shocker will use all available resources and connections within the Shinoda Family to locate and apprehend Spider-Man.

- Shocker must ensure the capture is clean and without excessive collateral damage to avoid unwanted attention to the Shinoda Family.

2. Payment:

- Upon successful capture and delivery of Spider-Man to The Kingpin or a designated location, Shocker will receive a payment of 100 million yen.

- An advance payment of 10 million yen will be provided upon signing this contract to cover initial expenses.

- Any additional costs incurred during the mission must be documented and will be reimbursed upon review and approval by The Kingpin.

3. Conditions:

- Shocker must maintain complete secrecy about this mission. Any breach of confidentiality will result in severe consequences, including but not limited to forfeiture of payment and possible expulsion from the Shinoda Family.

- Shocker must avoid any interactions with law enforcement or heroes that could compromise the mission or the Shinoda Family's operations.

- In the event Shocker is unable to capture Spider-Man within the agreed timeframe, a detailed report explaining the difficulties and challenges must be submitted to The Kingpin for further instructions.

4. Liabilities:

- The Kingpin shall not be held liable for any injuries, damages, or losses incurred by Shocker during the mission.

- Shocker agrees to indemnify and hold The Kingpin harmless from any legal repercussions that may arise from actions taken during the mission.

5. Termination:

- This contract may be terminated by The Kingpin at any time if Shocker is found to be acting against the interests of the Shinoda Family or failing to follow orders.

- In case of termination, Shocker must return any advance payments received and provide a full report on the progress made thus far.

Signatures:

The Kingpin: _

Date: _

Hara Hikaru (Shocker): _

Date: _

Witness: _

Date: _

Hikaru put the contract down, his eyes meeting Kaito's as he considered the weight of the task ahead.

Kaito handed him a pen, his expression serious, "Do you accept the terms, Shocker?"

Hikaru glanced at his daughter, then back at the contract. With a deep breath, he signed his name, committing himself to the mission that could change everything.

…

Meanwhile, over across Musutafu City, is the Vigilante known as Spider-Man, clad in his Dark Green and Blue costume. Going around in the city in the early morning saving people trying to get the 1.2 Billion Yen bounty on his head, 'How? How did this happen? I just,' then Izuku realized the reason, even though it's wrong, 'It must've been me as a vigilante, that must've been it.'

Izuku then felt a tingling feeling, then DANGER! Letting go of the web line, and began the descent before shooting another web line and landed on a building across the attacker, two buildings from the attack's left.

Izuku sees the receding lacquer chain prison from the new up-and-coming hero Kamui Woods, formerly Known as Kodama, and was a part of the vanguard unity, a group of four heroes.

Wood retreating back into Kamui Woods, with a focus stare at Spider-Man, "Stop villain you reign of villainy is over." Izuku could only sweat drop and think, 'Now the heroes thinks I'm a villain, well someone in a skin tight dark green and blue suit may look menacing too.' then he heard,

"Hey, is that Spider-Man?"

"Yeah, that is Spider-Man, and is that Kamui Woods?"

"We love you, Kamui!"

"Take Spider-Man down!"

Izuku had let his head fall, and says, "Really all I've done, how can I continue to help when I don't get appreciation. But if I don't, then who will?" In a whisper.

Izuku shakes his head, "Do some research about me, and you'll figure out if I should or should not be trusted." Izuku then left, and swings to an alleyway near Aldera Junior High School.

While Kamui Woods, still staring at the spot that Spider-Man had just leapt off, with The words of Spider-Man echoes inside his head, 'Do some research about me, and you'll figure out if I should or should not be trusted.' "Maybe I should." Kamui Woods said, before he leapt and using tentacles of wood to swing away with those words on his mind.

In Aldera Junior High school.

Is Izuku Midoriya in his homeroom doing History class.

The classroom was a buzz of activity as students shuffled their papers and packed away their books.

Izuku Midoriya, deep in thought, stared out the window, his mind occupied by the day's earlier -Sensei, the history teacher, was wrapping up the lesson on the evolution of hero society and the impact of Quirks.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, Hyate-Sensei gave a final reminder. "Remember, students, the rise of heroes has reshaped our world in many ways. Keep studying the impact of these changes on our society."

Izuku packed his things and turned to Steve Rogers, who was adjusting his notes. Steve, who had been quiet during the lesson, looked over at Izuku." Hey, Stevie," Izuku began, trying to keep his tone casual, "did you catch the news earlier? There's a huge bounty on Spider-Man."

Steve stopped sorting out his notes and gave Izuku a side eye stare, "Why you call me that?" Izuku scratches the back of his head and answered nervously, "Well, since your Great-Grandfather is Captain America Steve Rogers, I think you'll need a little difference between from your Great-Grandfather and you, so why not Stevie? You like it?" Izuku chuckled a little at the end.

After the explanation, Steve just nodded his head a little and resumed his sorting notes, "Yeah, the bounty on Spider-Man's head is too much for a lone vigilante, either that or the Hero Association has someone on the inside with interest with a primary crime Spider-Man has been stopping. What you think, Izuku?"

After, Steve gently placed his notes in his binder and slide it in his backpack. Izuku and Steve walked out the classroom to grab the next books for the next class. Izuku spoke, "So what do you think? Could There be someone close to someone on the board of the Hero Association that has connections with the criminal underworld?"

Steve then continued with, "Izuku, there is a hero agency, back home in America, that is not a part of the Hero Association. They make their own Investigations and find that most of the heroes that are connected to the hero association, our villains under the labels of Heroes."

Izuku, intrigued, and asked, "How you know all of this?" Stave answered with, "My Great-Grandmother, was one Of three founders of the agency, S.H.I.E.L.D.: Superhuman, Hero, Integration, Emergency, Liaison, Division. They use the Values of my great-grandfather, Captain America, to create a safe haven for heroes and potential villains that would like to chance their ways to become heroes. S.H.I.E.L.D is still trying to gain Some foot hold In Japan, but nothing had worked yet."

Izuku then asks, "Lets says someone was interested in this agency, how would someone be able to get in contact." in front of his locker getting his book for physics, mechanical engineers books for himself, and an Algeria book for the class.

A smirk came on Steve's face, "Izuku they get in contact to you, you don't." Izuku tilted his head in a questioning manner, "What do you mean by that?" making their way back after the two gained what they need.

Steve then stopped Izuku to say, "Izuku, Shield would create a profile of you and your past, try to make an understanding of your motives by your actions, if your motives are true and impressive enough, then you'll be spied on, to learn as must they can about you, lastly they would make contact."

Izuku took the moment to take in what he had heard. Then asked, "Let's say someone like Spider-Man got to that point. Then what?"

Steve just answered with, "Well, then you have three paths, but the Hero Association, and Hero Public Safety Commission has really two. The two that both Shield, and Hero Association, and Hero Public Safety Commission has been, the Public identity where the identity of the hero is public to all. The second one is Secret identity to the public but Actual identity to the agency and the hero association is public. The one that separate Shield, and Hero Association and Hero Public Safety Commission is that you can have your identity be completely secret in both public and the agency? But the only person that has to know who you truly are is the director of shield, and that's it."

Izuku having his thinking muttering spree, then broke out of it to say, "Thanks Stevie." before the two of them re-entered the classroom.

After 4 hours later, the School bell rung.

With the end of the school day is here, on a 24th of April, with Izuku going in an alleyway to suit up as Spider-Man and began swinging towards Nakamura Labs for his intern. As he was able to see the lab, a huge explosion coming down the street over At Kami Industries Where everything will be put to get shipped to the outer skirts of the city where their warehouse, is located at.

Izuku swung into action, perched atop the tallest building he could find. The cityscape sprawled below him, but his eyes were fixed on the chaos emanating from Kami Industries. Smoke billowed from the shattered windows of the building, and flames licked at the edges of the structure. Debris littered the streets, and the wail of sirens filled the air as emergency responders rushed to the scene.

Sixteen bystanders lay scattered, some being tended to by paramedics, others still motionless. Izuku's heart sank as he noted that at least three of them weren't breathing. The pattern of the cars around the building caught his eye; they were skewed in a peculiar way, as if pointing outward toward the damaged building away from Kami Industries like arrows. The damage was concentrated, with a clear epicenter where the blast, and explosive had originated. Surveying the scene below, he noted, "Sixteen bystanders injured, maybe three not breathing. The epicenter of the blast is within the Kami Industries building. The way the cars are shifted looks like arrows pointing downwards toward the building."

The blast had left a deep crater and the surrounding buildings bore the brunt of the force. Izuku's keen eyes followed the line of destruction, noting the telltale signs of a concussive beam. His mind raced, piecing together the evidence. "Following that direction, the damage is extensive, and the blast point looks like it came from a concussive beam of some sort," he thought. He recognized the signature of the attack instantly. There was no doubt about it—it was the work of the Shocker.

Izuku then swung down to take a look inside the building owned by Kami Industries. He saw a lot of techs that he would dream to have, with items of science, and support gear, like super suit assimilated, incomplete Mechanical arms, energy estimator attachment, and stealth tech.

Laying on the ground is a Security guard, Izuku ran over, and tried to focus on his heart beat, 'beat… beat, beat, beat… beat… beat, beat, beat… beat… beat, beat, beat… beat.'

"This heartbeat pattern is irregular," Izuku thought, his eyes narrowing with concern. "It could be a cardiac contusion caused by the sonic wave blast. I need to act fast."

Rushing to think of the best way to carry the security guard to the hospital but stopped once the first set of first-responders with the ambulance, grabbing the security guard to run, "MEDIC!" gaining the attention from the medical squad, "heartbeat pattern is irregular, I think this might be cardiac contusion caused by the sonic wave blast, based on the Impressions on the Chess area, worthy focal blast hit."

When Spider-Man steps away from the medic to let them do their jobs, a policeman pulled a gun on spider-man, behind his back, and said nervously, "S… Sp…SPI… Spider-Man, you…you're under arrest, fo…for Vigilantism."

Izuku was able to hear from the cop's radio, Dispatcher: 《"Attention all units, we have reports of a disturbance in the Grimstone Borough District. A suspect is creating shockwaves and bouncing along the road, causing significant disruption. Description of the suspect is unknown. Proceed with caution."》

The Officer spoke, "Copy that, dispatcher. Unit 3 en route to Grimstone Borough District."

Dispatcher:《"All units, be advised, the suspect is using some sort of repulsive shockwaves. Approach with extreme caution. Repeat, approach with extreme caution."》

A whisper from the security guard, "The Shocker taken… vest energy… Absorb…ugh."

Hearing the whisper, Izuku was determined to taken down Shocker, jumping up, do a backflip left foot, kicking the cop's gun landing in a 3 point stance. Then using all of his strength in his lakes to jump as high as he could possibly go 50 feet (ca. 15 m) in the air. He then dives bomb down. Shoot a string of wedding and began his track to Grimstone Borough District in Eastern Musutafu.

That all just happened within 5 seconds!

"What the hell just happened?" A bystander yelled out in amazement from the crowd.

Izuku Midoriya Spider-Man is swinging through the city, towards the thunderous sound, with damage, carnage, and mayhem underneath him as he swings over the road.

As Izuku was zipping by, he was able to see the yellow clad with a new Green absorbing vest, bouncing on a road leaving a mass of chaos behind him, as he bounced in the road.

Feeling a heavy weight hitting his back, forced him to slam to the ground, and the familiar set of web pattern dark green boots.

Izuku as Spider-Man, brought the yellow and green vest clad, man onto his knees whose getting ready to blast, Spider-Man, with the whining of his gauntlet, to blast the spider. But the sense of danger came, and within seconds, flipping left out of the way of the sonic beem.

Thriwping to line of webbing onto the two silver looking gauntlets yanking it off his hands with webbing him down with his knees to pavement, at the same time, the vest came a part to allow a small photo of some sort, the yellow clad man saw the spider picked it up, The Shocker Yelled out in desperation, "HEY, HEEEEYY, GAIVE THAT BACK, GIVE THAT BACK TO ME!" Izuku just went on to joke, "What is this your baby-" cutting himself off to read, "Daddy, You've been my hero, and I believe someday you'll be everyone's help, no matter if I'm here to see it or not. -Your snowflake, Akano" The writing was messy, but he could see Hikaru.

Spider-Man walked towards the Shocker with who is throwing wild punch, in the quest of getting the photo of his own daughter, then the spider caught his right the knelt down, to show him the photo of the little girl, "What is your relationship to her?"

The father yelled once more, "Let me beat you and kill you, so I can take care of her hospital bills!" Izuku the cleared his throat say, "So about the bills, how much are the bills for your daughter?" Akano's father was curious about the question, "Why, so you can rub it in my face that I won't be able To see my little girl?"

The spider's answer shocked the Shocker, "Umm well I want to help, do you-" the spider then slipped the picture into the father's hand, closed it into a fist, "can prove the world that you can be a hero, the hero she knows you can be, okay?" With that, Spider-Man swung away as the police came to the scene.

The Shocker who is looking Add the clenched fist that has his little daughter's photo in. He says with a smile, "I will go on and become a hero. The hero that my own daughter would be proud to call her father, and I won't do it because of your belief in me, Spider-Man."

In the air, Spider-Man swinging through the city of Musutafu, with the Location and the amount of money that's needed for Akano's treatment, "From what The Shocker had told me that the amount of money for the treatment has to be 200000 Yen, approximately The location of the hospital is Musutafu General Hospital."

Taking the direction to head to where he left his backpack at, Izuku went to recover and dress in his civilian clothes, to head to Nakamura Labs, with the hospital And the little girl Akano on his mind.

After Izuku got dress back into his school uniform, Izuku looked into His phone to take a look at his bank balance, and make hard decision but stopped in his tracks to Nakamura Labs, "56,337,500 Yen, in your bank account" was on his phone,

Izuku Midoriya just had to call Shinobu Arata, who picked up after the second ring, "Editor-in-chief of The Critical Smash, Shinobu Arata, If you don't have a scoop than why you're calling?"

Izuku spoke with a trimmer in his voice, "Mr. Arata it's Izuku, I just saw my bank account show That I have 56 million Yen, is this correct?"

Arata answered with, "Yeah, it's correct, Just remember that it's equivalent to 56 thousand dollars in the US, got it!" Izuku just repeated the words thank you, 4 times before Arata just stopped the call.

There Shinobu Arata was just sitting at his desk with the other side of 56 million Yen check of Izuku's money, in front of him is an article dated December 27 of 2154, titled "Eastern Broken Murder" and the content info for Inko Midoriya.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Inko picked up the call, "Hello?"

Shinobu Arata spoke, "Hello, this is Shinobu Arata of The Critical Smash News, and your Son's boss. And there's something that I want to show you, and if you can bring a lawyer with you as well, ma'am."
Inko took some time to see the time being 16:14 (4:14 pm) to reply with, "I'll be there, with a friend of mine. If that's okay?"
Shinobu replied with, "It's fine as long as they are a lawyer, then it should be alright with me."
For a little while, Shinobu and Inko talked a little more before they hung up, "Izuku this is to help you and weaken that burden you have on the back of his back. For the long haul."
Back with Izuku,
Walking into Nakamura Labs, Izuku Midoriya immediately noticed the eerie stillness that filled the usually busy space. His eyes were drawn to a faint light emanating from Dr. Hiroshi Nakamura's office, the only sign of life in the otherwise empty building.

Izuku glanced at his phone—Thursday, 15:35. He knew something was off.

As he stepped into Dr. Nakamura's office, his gaze fell upon the computer screen, displaying a complex equation:

\[

CS = \{SH}_{\{DNA}} \{L}_{\{DNA}} \times A \{GV}_{c} \times \{Td} \{Herb (10mL)}

\]

Izuku's curiosity piqued. He quickly scribbled the equation into his notebook, his analytical mind already working through the possibilities. Minutes passed, and his frown deepened.

"Mmmm, there is something wrong here," Izuku muttered to himself. "The human DNA and the lizard DNA are not equal. The original formula was meant to combine human DNA with lizard DNA, using an enzyme to bond them together. But instead of achieving a stable transformation, it led to uncontrollable changes. This suggests that either the enzyme wasn't working properly, or the stabilizing agents were insufficient."

He took a closer look at the equation, his mind rapidly processing the information:

\[

CS = \{Sr} \times \{Cq} \times \{H}_{\{DNA}} \{L}_{\{DNA}} \times \{Mx} \times \{Ez} \{G} \times \{An}_{\{Va}} \times \{Tb}

\]

Izuku's thoughts raced as he analyzed the components.

"The mutagenic agent (Mx) and enzyme (Ez) were supposed to ensure the DNA fused correctly, but the result was unstable, causing the physical mutations to spiral out of control. The stabilizing agent (Sr) and control factor (Cq) might not have been strong enough to keep the reaction in check," Izuku reasoned.

With a few taps of his pencil against his forehead, Izuku pondered, his eyes narrowing as he considered his next move.

"To understand where it went wrong, I'll simplify the equation by removing the unnecessary additions. Let's reduce it back to the base components."

He carefully stripped the equation down to its essentials, finding the core formula:

\[

CS = S \times C \times \{H}_{\{DNA}} \{L}_{\{DNA}} \times E \{GV} \times T

\]

"This is the base formula," Izuku murmured, his eyes lighting up with understanding. "Here, H_DNA and L_DNA are the primary genetic materials, E is the enzyme needed for bonding, S and C are stabilizers, and GV, T, and G provide support and energy for the process."

Izuku's analysis sharpened as he compared this simplified formula to the more complex, incorrect one.

"In the incorrect formula, the mutagenic agent (Mx) and enzyme (Ez) were likely too aggressive or poorly matched, causing the unstable mutation. Also, the stabilizer (Sr) and control factor (Cq) weren't strong enough to handle the mutation caused by the mutagenic agent."

He paused, considering the other components.

"The vitamin and thermoregulatory components might have been off as well, but the root issue seems to be the imbalance in the enzyme and stabilizing factors."

Izuku's mind worked quickly, piecing together the solution.

"To fix this," he continued, "I need to replace the mutagenic agent with one that matches the human and lizard DNA more closely, ensuring that the enzyme catalyzes the reaction without destabilizing the structure. Then, I need to enhance the stabilizers and control factors to manage the transformation."

He revised the equation in his notebook, scribbling down what he believed to be the correct formula:

\[CS_{GG} = \frac{\{H}_{\{DNA}} \{L}_{\{DNA}} \times \{Ma} \times \{E}}{\{S} \times \{C}} \frac{\{V} \times \{T}}{\{G}}

\]

Izuku smiled slightly, the pieces falling into place.

"Now, Ma represents a carefully chosen mutagenic agent, and E is a more appropriate enzyme that ensures proper bonding. The stabilizers S and control factors C are also stronger and better suited to handle the transformation."

His heart quickened with excitement as he realized he was on the verge of a breakthrough.

"The key was to identify that the original formula added too many aggressive components without sufficient stabilizers. By simplifying the formula to its base elements and carefully choosing the correct agents, I can make the serum work as intended without the chaotic side effects."

Izuku knew that this discovery was critical. The serum could either be a miracle or a disaster, depending on how it was used.

Placing the Explanation and equation onto the desk. That's in front of the door.

When Izuku left, the wind that was generated from the door when it was closing. Cause the paper to be tossed off the desk and onto the floor inside down.

Stepping out the office, Izuku was able to see Dr. Hiroshi and Akiko Nakamura entered the lab, looked shocked by Izuku being there early.

Before anyone can say anything there was a vibration, then Izuku pulled out his phone and saw the text read, "Takahashi and Yuki got sick, so we are coming to the lab to take inventory, then leave. So no internship today." All that Izuku could do was laugh the awkwardness away.

"Aw, I, well, I was, I have just gotten here a minute," Izuku looked at the clock, and looked back towards scratching the back of his head, "or 45 minutes ago, and I was making some points of what we could do for more on the Genetic research Dr. Hiroshi."

Dr. Hiroshi was intrigued but seeing the worry on her face on the health of their children, "I see, but Izuku, where did you leave it. I'll take a look, but we came to grab something and lock it." Izuku with a smile on his face, then he said, "The research is on your desk."

Izuku then said, "I think I'll go, bye." and walked out, and the husband and wife were left alone in the building, still curious about Izuku, but had to shift it to close the Lab.

Akiko then looked to her husband, "Hey honey, your assistant had given you your help, then why don't you go take a look." and Hiroshi nodded, she has then seen her husband enter his office with a smile, before she entered her office.

. . .

Izuku walked the busy streets of Musutafu City, his mind racing as he replayed an idea he'd been obsessing over for weeks—a supercomputer. One that could help him better analyze threats, track villains, and support his vigilantism as Spider-Man.

He entered the local support store, eyes scanning the signs for the electric and computer parts sections. As he passed through the aisles, he couldn't help but mutter his thoughts out loud.

"Alright, first thing's first… a processor with serious power. I'm going to need something fast. Maybe an AMD Threadripper or an Intel Xeon—lots of cores for handling all the real-time data processing. Speed is key."

A store employee nearby, shelving some items, glanced over as Izuku continued talking to himself, clearly deep in thought.

"I'll need a motherboard that can keep up," Izuku muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Multiple PCIe slots, loads of RAM support, great cooling options… something durable that can take a lot of punishment when I'm running advanced simulations."

The worker, intrigued, took a step closer, pretending to rearrange some boxes. "You're looking for a high-end setup, huh? Something serious?"

Izuku blinked, startled out of his thought stream. He turned to see the store worker, a young guy with glasses, smiling at him.

"Yeah, actually," Izuku replied sheepishly. "I'm trying to build a supercomputer for… um… research purposes."

The worker nodded knowingly. "Sure, research. Happens all the time," he said with a wink. "Well, if you're talking about a Threadripper or Xeon, you'll want a good motherboard to go with that. I'd recommend something like the ASUS ROG Zenith II or the MSI Creator TRX40. They've got all the slots and RAM capacity you'll need."

Izuku's eyes lit up. "Yes! Exactly! And I'll need 512 GB of RAM—fast RAM—maybe DDR4 or DDR5, depending on compatibility. I'll be working with a lot of data at once."

The worker nodded. "Oh yeah, we've got RAM kits in stock that'll cover that. You're also going to want to look into NVMe drives for fast storage. Perhaps two for boot-up speed and daily operations, plus a couple of HDDs for long-term storage. How big are you thinking?"

Izuku paused, considering. "At least 2 TB for the NVMe and maybe 8 TB for the HDDs… I'll be storing video footage, analysis reports, data logs—uh, for research, of course."

The worker smiled. "Of course. Now, for cooling, you're definitely going to want liquid cooling with that kind of setup. We've got some good options from Corsair and NZXT."

Izuku nodded vigorously. "Yeah, I'll be pushing the system hard, and I can't afford it to overheat while I'm in the middle of something important."

The worker led him down another aisle, pointing to a section with cooling systems. "And for power, you'll want at least a 1000-watt PSU, perhaps even higher depending on how many GPUs you're running. Speaking of which… do you have GPUs in mind?"

Izuku's mind whirred. "I was thinking of getting two, maybe four, high-performance GPUs… something like the NVIDIA RTX 4090s. I'll need them for rendering, data analysis, and real-time simulations."

The worker whistled. "That's a beast of a system you're planning. I'd go with the 4090s if you can swing it. And don't forget about a good UPS and surge protector—last thing you want is a power outage frying everything."

Izuku smiled, feeling his plan solidifying. "Yeah, I'll certainly need a reliable surge protector. And networking! I require a high-speed network card… potentially 10Gbps. I'm going to be handling a lot of traffic, pulling data from multiple sources."

The worker gave him an approving nod. "You've got it all figured out, kid. We've got some good 10G Ethernet cards in stock too. I'll show you where they are."

As they continued through the store, Izuku's excitement grew. "This is going to be perfect. With this supercomputer, I'll have all the tools I require… I'll be able to respond faster, think faster, and protect people more efficiently."

The worker chuckled. "Sounds like you've got a big project on your hands. Well, let's get you everything you require. I'm sure your, uh… research will be a success."

Izuku smiled, grateful for the help. "Thanks. This is just what I needed."

As Izuku and the worker moved through the store, they reached the section for peripherals. Izuku stopped, his eyes darting over the rows of monitors. His mind immediately went into analysis mode.

"I'm going to need high-resolution monitors," he muttered, rubbing his chin. "At least two, maybe three. I'll be running multiple windows at once—surveillance footage, villain profiles, Quirk analysis, and reports. I'll need an ultra-wide or dual monitors to have enough workspace."

The worker nodded, impressed by how much thought Izuku had already put into this. "For what you're doing, I'd recommend a couple of 32-inch monitors with 4K resolution. Something like the LG UltraGear or the Samsung Odyssey series. They have great color accuracy, high refresh rates, and plenty of screen real estate."

Izuku's eyes widened. "4K resolution? That's perfect for clarity and detail, especially when analyzing video footage or reading reports. And if I get a monitor with a high refresh rate, it'll be even better for real-time applications."

The worker smiled. "Exactly. For your needs, two or three of these should be more than enough. You could go for ultra-wide too, like a 49-inch curved monitor, if you want everything on one display. That'll let you have multiple windows open without the bezel in between."

Izuku considered it, his brain running through the advantages. "Ultra-wide is definitely tempting, but having two separate monitors gives me more flexibility in how I arrange my workspace. I could have live surveillance on one screen and data analytics or maps on the other."

The worker grinned. "Smart thinking. A dual setup with 4K monitors will give you flexibility and a clear view of everything you require. Plus, the refresh rate is important if you're dealing with any fast-moving data or video."

Izuku nodded, satisfied with the decision. "Alright, I'll go with two 32-inch, 4K monitors. The clarity and screen space are exactly what I need."

The worker pointed to the keyboards next. "Now, let's talk keyboards. Since you're going to be spending long hours on this supercomputer, you'll want something durable and comfortable. And if you're typing a lot, precision is a key. Mechanical keyboards are the way to go."

Izuku's eyes lit up. "Mechanical keyboards, right! I'll need something responsive, with good tactile feedback. Maybe something with quiet switches though… I don't want to make too much noise while I'm working."

The worker picked up a sleek mechanical keyboard. "I'd recommend the Logitech G915 TKL. It's wireless, so you can keep your setup clean, and it's got low-profile mechanical switches—perfect for precision typing without the loud clicks. Plus, it's built to last through hours of use."

Izuku nodded enthusiastically. "Low profile and wireless sounds perfect. I can't afford any lag or delay, especially when I'm working on something urgent."

The worker pointed to the mice on display. "You'll also want a good mouse for precision. I'd recommend the Logitech MX Master 3. It's ergonomic, so it's comfortable for long hours of use, and it's got customizable buttons for quick shortcuts. Plus, it's super precise—perfect for whatever data or surveillance work you're doing."

Izuku tested out the mouse in his hand. "Ergonomic design… it feels good. And the extra buttons will help me work faster. I could map shortcuts to switch between different programs quickly."

The worker smiled as Izuku's mind raced with possibilities. "Between the dual 4K monitors, mechanical keyboard, and precision mouse, you'll have everything you need for long hours of efficient work."

Izuku smiled back, brimming with excitement. "This is perfect. With this setup, I'll be able to keep an eye on everything and respond faster to any threats. Thanks so much for your help!"

The worker waved it off. "No problem, man. Sounds like you're working on something pretty important."

Izuku, eager to get started, added the final items to his list. "You have no idea. This supercomputer… it's going to change everything."

With everything loaded into his cart—high-end CPUs, GPUs, a top-tier motherboard, liquid cooling systems, RAM sticks, and peripherals—Izuku approached the checkout counter. The cart was almost overflowing with tech, and the sheer weight of the parts made it a challenge to push, but his determination kept him going.

The store worker walked with him to the register, giving him a friendly pat on the back. "You really went all out, huh? This thing is going to be a monster once it's built."

Izuku gave a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I just hope I can get everything running smoothly. This supercomputer is going to help me with… well, a lot."

The worker grinned. "Well, you've got all the right parts for it, that's for sure. Now, let's ring everything up."

The cashier began scanning the items, starting with the heavy hitters. Izuku watched as the prices started stacking up on the screen.

"Let's see… CPU, ¥910,000, GPUs… looks like you got two, so that's ¥1,540,000 each, total ¥3,080,000." The worker gave a quick glance at Izuku, who simply nodded.

The prices kept climbing.

"Motherboard, ¥126,000… RAM, ¥336,000… Storage drives, ¥168,000…" The list kept going as the cashier scanned each piece of equipment. Cooling system, ¥140,000, power supply ¥70,000…"

Izuku kept doing mental calculations, keeping a steady track of everything. He had roughly ¥56,337,500 in his bank account. The amount was the result of a photography contest and a good contract on his part, he received for being an up-and-coming photography and a potential investigative Journalist.
The cashier reached the final items. "Monitors, ¥260,000 each… two of those, that's ¥520,000. Keyboard and mouse combo, ¥40,000."

Finally, the cashier hit the total button, and the final price flashed on the screen: ¥7,390,000.

Izuku blinked, taking in the number. It was a huge amount, but he had planned for this. He nodded to himself, mentally checking how much he'd have left after the purchase—just under ¥49 million. More than enough for future needs, though this was certainly the biggest single expenditure of his life so far.

The worker glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "Are you good with that, kid?"

Izuku nodded confidently. "Yeah, I've been saving up for a while. It's going to be worth every yen."

The cashier smiled as Izuku handed over his card. "You're building something pretty incredible, I can tell."

As the transaction processed, Izuku thought about the supercomputer he was about to create. This was more than just a tool—it would help him track villains, analyze combat situations, and be an invaluable resource in his work as Spider-Man. It was an investment into the future—into saving people.

The machine beeped, and the receipt printed out, long and detailed. Izuku took the receipt with a satisfied smile.

"Thanks for all your help today," he said to the worker, who gave him a thumbs up.

"Anytime. Good luck with the build, and if you need any more parts, you know where to find us."

Izuku nodded and began wheeling the cart toward the exit, his mind already buzzing with plans on how to assemble everything. This was just the beginning. With this supercomputer, his vigilantism would reach a whole new level of efficiency and precision.

And with ¥49 million still in his account, he felt secure that this was just the start of his upgrades.

. . .

The Critical Smash News Building, Shinobu Arata's Office

Shinobu Arata sat at his desk, his eyes sharp behind his glasses as he focused on the three items laid neatly before him: a contract, a sizable check, and legal papers for Izuku Midoriya to work legally as a photographer. Across from him sat Inko Midoriya, a humble yet determined woman, watching him with a blend of curiosity and slight apprehension.

Inko shifted in her seat. She had heard of Shinobu Arata's reputation — a man relentless in his pursuit of the truth. But now, here he was, offering her son a chance, not just as a photographer, but as someone with real earning potential.

Shinobu leaned forward, folding his hands atop the desk. His demeanor softened, though his voice maintained its edge of professionalism.

"Mrs. Midoriya," he began, "I've come to understand a bit about your situation. Your late husband, may he rest in peace… and Izuku. It seems he's not just doing this for fun, is he?" His gaze was piercing, yet empathetic.

Inko smiled, albeit faintly. "You're right, Mr. Arata. Izuku… he wants to help. Especially with the bills." Her voice wavered slightly but remained steady.

Shinobu nodded, acknowledging her honesty, and then reached for the contract on his desk. "Mrs. Midoriya, you mentioned you studied law for a time before becoming a nurse. I imagine you have some familiarity with contracts?"

Inko, her gaze unwavering, nodded. "Yes, I studied contract law for two years before I decided to become a nurse to help… my husband supported that decision."

There was a brief moment of silence, a respectful nod from Shinobu before he slid the contract across the desk to her. "Good, then you'll understand this well. This contract is unlike the standard agreements we offer photographers. Izuku's talent and situation demand something… special."

Inko took the contract, her eyes scanning the document carefully, her lips forming a straight line as she absorbed the details.

"This is generous," she murmured, glancing up briefly before returning to the text. Shinobu gestured to continue reading.

The Contract Reads:

This agreement is made and entered into on the 5th of May 2155, between Shinobu Arata, the owner and founder of The Critical Smash News, located in Musutafu City, Shizuoka Prefecture, Japan (hereinafter referred to as "Publisher"). Izuku Midoriya, a photographer based in Musutafu City, Shizuoka Prefecture, Japan (hereinafter referred to as "Photographer")").

Compensation:

The photographer shall receive 5% of the revenue generated from each photograph published on the front page of The Critical Smash Newspaper.

The photographer shall receive a flat rate of 45,000 Yen for each photograph submitted to The Critical Smash News, regardless of whether it is published or not.

Legal Assistance:

The Publisher agrees to provide the Photographer with necessary legal assistance, within the bounds of the law, for any legal issues arising directly from his work for The Critical Smash News.

Rights to Photographs:

All photographs submitted by the Photographer to The Critical Smash News shall become the exclusive property of the Publisher. The Publisher shall hold all rights, including but not limited to publication, distribution, and reproduction rights.

Term and Termination:

This contract shall remain in effect until either party provides a written notice of termination. Termination shall not affect the Photographer's right to compensation for any photographs submitted prior to the termination date.

Confidentiality:

Photographer agrees to keep confidential all information regarding the operations, finances, and internal affairs of The Critical Smash News and not disclose such information to any third party without prior written consent from the Publisher.

Governing Law:

This contract shall be governed by and construed in accordance with the laws of Japan.

Inko nodded as she read through the terms, especially noting the 5% cut of revenue for front-page photos—a significant offer for someone as young and inexperienced as Izuku. "This is a good contract," she admitted, "and generous." However, her eyes paused at one detail that hadn't been in the contract — the check sitting on the desk.

Before she could ask, Shinobu, as if anticipating her question, picked up the check. The number gleamed on the paper: 56,337,500 JPY.

"This," he said, sliding the check forward, "is for you. As per our verbal agreement, half of Izuku's earnings over 600,000 JPY will go to you. I believe this should cover some immediate expenses your family may face."

Inko's breath caught as she stared at the check. She had expected compensation for Izuku's work, but not in such an amount. "This… this is more than I expected."

Shinobu nodded, his voice firm but not without warmth. "Izuku is a hard-working kid, and The Critical Smash values that. This contract ensures that he can continue doing what he loves — taking photos of heroes like All Might — while also providing financial stability. You and your son deserve this."

Inko's hand trembled slightly as she reached for the check. "Thank you, Mr. Arata," she said softly, overwhelmed by the gesture.

Shinobu leaned back in his chair, satisfied. "The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Midoriya. Izuku has a bright future ahead, and I'm happy to help guide it." Then Shinobu asked, Izuku's Mother, "Now, do you know where is your son? I've been trying to call him, to tell him, that Yuko Yamamoto our leading investigative Journalist is right to teach him in 3 months, for how much he learns is base on him."
Inko with a smile, she answered Shinobu's question, "Izuku," Inko looking at the clock and saw, 16:20 (4:20 pm) and continued, "Izuku is most likely doing his Internship, at Nakamura Labs right now. "

During the same time, at Takoba Municipal Beach Park in Izuku's shed,

Izuku's mind buzzed with excitement as he sketched out plans for the supercomputer and the underground lair. Discovering this hidden base had been a stroke of luck, and now he was fully committed to transforming it into a state-of-the-art command center. But the biggest challenge loomed ahead: powering it all.

In the cluttered shed, he assembled a device to draw energy from the municipal grid and channel it into the cave. "Okay, I need to wire the cave for a constant power stream. The supercomputer will be the biggest power draw, and I can't risk drawing too much attention," he muttered, pacing as he tinkered with the device.

Surrounded by wires, batteries, and mechanical components, Izuku frowned at a partially assembled converter. "If I can rig this to pull from solar cells on the surface, I might blend it with the municipal grid without spiking usage," he thought, recalling his plans.

Suddenly, a spark zapped his finger. "Zzzzaapp! Ouch!" he yelped, instinctively sticking his finger in his mouth. His enhanced reflexes had barely saved him from a worse shock.

Sighing, he sat on a stool and glanced at the blueprints he'd drawn up a year earlier. "Come on, Izuku. You designed this already; you know it's possible," he reassured himself.

The cave was just a few trips away, hidden from the world. The underground lair opened up a realm of possibilities, and efficiently powering the system was the next hurdle. The supercomputer he envisioned required enough energy to rival a small data center. While the municipal grid could provide the bulk, solar power or another renewable source would supplement it.

Rolling his shoulders, he stood and paced again. "If I place solar panels near the beach, far enough not to be obvious but close enough to tap in… that should work. I'll run the cables underground, stealthily. The command center will be the heart of everything."

His thoughts drifted to the lair itself, envisioning where his planned improvements would go. The restored supercomputer would be his greatest tool-capable of running complex simulations, tracking villain activity, and creating real-time battle strategies. It would serve as Spider-Man's own "Oracle," helping him tackle tough threats from the shadows.

The energy device was just the beginning.

He glanced at the trapdoor in the corner, leading to the lair. Below, the cave awaited, ready to become his headquarters. He envisioned living quarters, medical supplies, a trophy room, an armory, and even a training center.

Grinning, he pulled out his notebook. "First, I need to finish the wiring. Make sure the computer's power source is stable. Then, add the monitors, cooling systems, and networking components."

With renewed focus, Izuku closed his notebook and returned to work. Each zap and tinker brought his vision closer to reality. This underground base would be the nerve center of Spider-Man's quest for justice, hidden beneath Musutafu's bustling streets, always prepared for the next mission.

As he worked, Izuku held the nearly completed power converter. Days of careful assembly had led to this moment, designed to transfer energy from both the solar panels and the municipal grid into the cave.

During a recent trip into the cavern, he had discovered an old, rusted generator. It was dusty but intact. "If it's functional, I might not need to rely on the grid or solar panels as much," he muttered, pacing.

Remembering how he had cleared the debris around the generator, he felt hopeful.

In the cave, the generator stood in the command center's far corner, surrounded by cobwebs and dust. "Alright, moment of truth," Izuku said as he descended the rusted rungs into the cave, converter in hand.

He crouched next to the generator, inspecting the connections. "If I hook this converter into the generator, I can route power directly to the supercomputer, bypassing external energy for now. With my upgrades, this should generate enough power for the entire base."

Carefully connecting the converter to the generator, Izuku took his time, relying on countless hours spent studying electronics.

After securing the final connection, he stood and took a deep breath. "Okay, here goes nothing."

He flipped the switch on the generator, and after a moment of groaning, it roared to life, sending a surge of power through the cables.

The command center lights flickered on, brighter than they had been in years. Old computer consoles lit up, screens flickering with outdated data. Izuku's eyes widened, relief flooding him.

"It works," he whispered, heart racing.

He moved to the main console, pulling up the supercomputer's interface. Though still rudimentary, it had a foundation. The generator provided enough electricity to run essential systems.

"With this, I can power the entire base," he said, eyes gleaming. "Now I can focus on upgrading the supercomputer and adding new equipment."

His mind raced with ideas as he envisioned the base fully operational-a hidden nerve center for his vigilante activities.

"This is it," he whispered, determination in his voice. "Spider-Man's going to have the best setup in the city. No one will see me coming."

With the generator humming steadily, Izuku got to work, ready to bring his vision to life. The lair was no longer a forgotten relic; it was becoming his headquarters, where Spider-Man could plan, strategize, and confront the toughest challenges ahead.

Chapter 6 End

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Author's Note: I took my time and to those that were eager, then here it is, thanks with the wait on those of you guys that have stayed. I'm going to try to do it fast, and I've tried something with this. I was 4 parts for the four weeks of the months. With a bit of writing block, I just used ChatGPT as a way to substitute my writing.Next Chapter: The Light to the Darkness (Going Through UA)