"Mr. Midoriya! Excuse me, Mr. Midoriya!" She weaves through the crowd in her attempt to get closer to the man. "Christine Everhart, Vanity Fair magazine. Can I ask you a couple of questions?"

Izuku narrows his eyes at her, not noticing Bakugou doing the same thing. Why did they have a feeling she was going to be a problem?

Happy looks at her. "She's cute," he whispers to Izuku.

"She's all right?" Izuku questions. Before Happy could respond Izuku turned to face the woman. "Hi." He puts on his press smile.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Kaija scowls. He didn't want to think about the quirkless loser and most useless member of their class— no, of their school. And why was Bakugou acting like he cared about anything that was happening?

Hajimari's eye twitched; something that only Izuku noticed. "It is a code to alert Midoriya that she was an actual reporter."

Kaija wasn't the only one to scoff. "Yeah, like any real reporter would want to interview him."

"Does that mean you don't know Vanity Fair magazine?" One of the girls asked. They don't usually know things from America but it wasn't as if Japanese heroes hadn't been interviewed by their reporters. Hell, All Might had been interviewed by them!

The look on Kaija's face told her everything she needed to know. No matter how much evidence was given to prove Midoriya wasn't useless or a waste of oxygen, he'd never believe it. He needs to believe that he is better than Midoriya because he has a quirk. Even though he would never have made it as a hero due to that same quirk. She hopes he will be able to realize that the same things he was saying to Midoriya would have been what everyone had said to him if Midoriya hadn't come to Aldera. Quite simply, his quirk was one of the worst in the class and his only strong suit was that 'at least he isn't quirkless'.

She wonders how he'll take being the useless one of the class once Midoriya leaves. After all, he will leave within the next year.

"Hi," she moves to try and get her recorder out.

Izuku begins to fidget with his hands. "Yeah. Okay—"

Christine interrupts him, "It's okay?"

"Go," Izuku demands. He was frustrated with her already.

No one knew what to say. This was a conversation that didn't make much sense. All it was was the two of them arguing with each other without actually arguing.

Christine tilts her head, a press smile of her own plastered on her face. "You've been called the da Vinci of our time. What do you say to that?"

"Absolutely ridiculous," Izuku states, deadpan. "I don't paint."

"Well, I was going to ask if she meant the Pre-Quirk Era painter but I guess I got my answer," Maiha giggled.

Her smile drops quicker than Izuku had thought would happen. "And what do you say to your other nickname? 'The Merchant of Death'?"

Many's eyes widen at that nickname. That didn't sound like a good name to have.

Izuku takes a few steps closer to her, a hard look in his eyes, not paying attention to his response. "That's not bad. Let me guess. Berkeley?"

"Brown, actually," she grinned smugly at him as if she had caught him making a mistake.

"Well, Ms. Brown," the look on her face went from smug to furious in a matter of seconds. "It's an imperfect world, but it's the only one we've got. I guarantee you, the day weapons are no longer needed to keep the peace, I'll start making bricks and beams for baby hospitals."

Izuku was shocked at himself. He was being so rude to her! Sure, she was also being rude but he was used to that. He never thought that he'd so or say something like this!

Hajimari patted his back in sympathy when she noticed he wasn't doing too well with the knowledge he was getting through this. She hopes that the further they go into his life, the easier it will be for him to take in.

Christine was not impressed, especially when she realized that he wouldn't even remember her real name. "You rehearse that much?"

Izuku holds back a snort, "Every night in front of the mirror before bedtime."

Some snort at that. They hadn't expected that, let alone the way he said it.

The ones who didn't find this amusing were people like Bakugou and Kaija, who were scowling and trying to think of ways to prove they weren't wrong in bullying and putting the quirkless student into the ground where he belonged. Unfortunately, more of their classmates were beginning to believe the presentation instead of them. They haven't realized that yet, though.

Christine believes that he was making a mockery of her questions, only infuriating her more. "I can see that."

"I'd like to show you first-hand," Izuku flirts causing her to take a step back in surprise. She did not expect him to act like this when she was being quite rude.

Everyone's eyes widen. Then again, no one knew of his future playboy actions so it was understandable. Though, even if they had been told, they wouldn't have believed it. Not even Izuku himself.

"All I want is a serious answer," she attempts to gain her footing back.

Izuku nods with a dark look on his face, "Okay, here's serious." My old man had a philosophy, 'Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy'."

"That's a great line coming from the guy selling the sticks." Christine was not impressed in the slightest.

"Well, yes," Izuku mutters. "But if you decide to simply focus on the fact it's a weapons manufacturing company and ignore that it's a legal business then you aren't doing your job. You're just attempting to get a story that doesn't encompass the entire company."

No one had expected that from him. They should have known since his father was a businessman and therefore should have been taught the same things so that he could take over later in his life. But it seemed that they chose to ignore that in its entirety.

Hajimari was already growing annoyed with these kids. If this was the people who wanted to become the next generation of heroes then the world was doomed. That was how bad things were.

"My father helped defeat the Nazis," Izuku begins to turn furious at the gall of this woman. In the background, Happy was most assuredly not Happy with what she was saying. "He worked on the Manhattan Project. A lot of people, including your professors at Brown, would call that being a hero."

Scoffs ring through the room. Being a hero was fighting against villains and only that. Nothing else. They ignore the fact that police, medical, and military personnel exist, believing that the only heroes in existence are the ones with a hero license.

"And a lot of people would also call that war profiteering."

"Tell me," he questions. "Do you plan to report on the millions we've saved by advancing medical technology or kept from starvation with our intelli-crops?" He pokes the air in front of her chest with a mocking grin on his face. "All those breakthroughs, military funding, honey."

Even those who didn't believe the aforementioned statement had to agree with him, that was an incredible way to help people. It also reminded them that the military existed and that Midoriya was someone who stocked them with the best of the best weapons that he could give.

She scoffs, "You ever lose an hour of sleep your whole life?"

"I'd be prepared to lose a few with you," he flirts.

That threw them off guard once again but that paled in comparison to the next thing that happened before them.

The next moment they are back at Izuku's Malibu mansion, tangled around each other.

Many groan, others shout and cover their eyes. This was not something they had wanted nor needed to see today. Or any day of their lives. To say their teacher wasn't one of the ones screaming would be an understatement.

In the room where Christine is waking up, the curtains open and a British voice speaks, "Good morning. It's 7:00 a.m. The weather in Malibu is 72 degrees with scattered clouds. The surf conditions are fair with waist-to-shoulder high lines. High tide will be at 10:52 a.m."

"How?!" Someone screams. "How does he live in a mansion?!"

No one answered them as they were watching the screen with intensity when they saw the view. It was beautiful and they couldn't take their eyes off of it.

Christine got up and dressed, noticing that she was alone in the room. The first thing she does is begin to walk around, sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. Izuku? Hey, Izuku?" She attempts to play with the controls on the wall before it beeps at her aggressively.

Everyone jumped at the beeping, but what they heard next startled them even more.

"You are not authorized to access this area," the British voice speaks again, this time with a hint of anger in his tone.

"Wait," Izuku looks to Hajimari with shock. "Is that JARVIS?" His voice was soft and hopeful. It had only been a year since the man had died but it was a year too much. Jarvis would always be one of the only people in his life who had always believed in him.

Hajimari nodded to him, a smile on her lips showing that she could understand what he was feeling. Everyone else didn't know what was happening, though.

"Jesus," Christine jumps in shock, not having expected that. What was worse, was that she hadn't noticed the woman who walked in behind her.

"Now, who's that?" Bakugou wasn't having any of this. This better not be what he thinks it was.

"That's JARVIS," a woman with strawberry blonde who was standing in the doorway, a polite smile on her face. "He runs the house. I've got your clothes here. They've been dry-cleaned and pressed, and there's a car waiting for you outside that will take you anywhere you'd like to go." She places the clothes on the side, keeping a polite smile the entire time.

Izuku was wiping at his eyes, attempting to keep the tears from falling down his cheeks. The knowledge that he was able to create an A.I. with the memories and voice of who he would consider his father figure was amazing. Now he would never be without the ones he loved.

Christine was intimidated as shown by her straightening herself up and speaking with a sly smile. "You must be the famous Pepper Potts."

"Indeed I am," the woman, Pepper, never loses her smile.

"Pepper Potts?" Mahia asks with her head tilted.

"If she's famous then why haven't we heard of her?" Someone smirks, believing that she couldn't be that famous if they hadn't heard of her. They forgot that she wasn't that old and probably wasn't even in the industry yet.

"After all these years," Christine lets out an airy chuckle. "Izuku still has you picking up the dry cleaning."

"Oh, hell no," Izuku glares at the woman. "You can insult me all you want, it's in your job description to be an ass but if you insult the people who work with or for me. That is something that I will not stand for."

Everyone blinked, not knowing why they were a bit worried about what Midoriya would do to this woman if he were to see her in the future.

Pepper loses the smile to replace it with a smirk. "I do anything and everything that Mr. Midoriya requires, including, occasionally, taking out the trash," the way she looks at Christine allowed the woman to know an insult when she heard it. "Will that be all?"

Christine huffs, grabbing the clothes and heading to the bathroom to get changed. Pepper never stopped smiling all the while. She loved getting the chance to do this.

Everyone was frozen in shock at what Pepper said to Christine. That was amazing but they'd never admit that due to her working with Midoriya. They couldn't handle being nice to him for even a second. Not yet, at least. Maybe that will change when they get further into the future. Maybe it will change when they realize the real reason Izuku Midoriya hadn't gotten into UA at all.