Submerged inside an oval-shaped containment unit, he forced his eyes open. He couldn't make out the details of what was out there. Given that the place he was trapped inside was a little cramped, he wasn't able to move. He also couldn't breathe due to being restrained in an underwater environment.
But most of all, there was a void inside of his mind. A piece that was missing...
'What is this...?'
His heart ached at the thought of something that he was unfamiliar with. He felt it all. That feeling of longing. That feeling of wanting to change everything that had happened in the past. The rift in his subconscious was growing even more broader as time passed.
...
Change what, exactly?
He couldn't wrap his head around what his mind was trying to communicate to him.
Then, it all came to him. The despondence, the thought that he'd failed them all. Who were they? Why did they mean a lot to him?
Clenching his fists, he felt something crawling its way out of his wrist. The coldness of it all made the insides of his arms shiver. It was ghastly as it was painful. His muscles tensed as the metal claws emerged out of his knuckles, shredding the wires nearby with a sharp, metallic crunch.
"Bakugo Katsuki! Stand down!" he could hear one of them speak. Was that his name? He didn't remember it being the case.
Wait
His name..
A roar escaped from his mouth. He needed to flee. The answers that he was looking for wasn't here. With a blood-curdling scream, he emerged out of the water, cutting the rest of the wires on him with the claws.
He didn't have time to process what was going on when a guard began to fire at him. The bullets bounced off his skin. No. They bounced off his skeleton. The men in front of him watched in horror as the wound in his body began to rapidly close itself.
"FIRE!" they then began to fire at him again.
This only served as a way to strengthen his drive to escape from this place, of course. Bakugo rushed through the barrage of bullets, each of them bouncing off left and right while his body was healing the wounds that were inflicted. Putting four of his limbs on the ground, he galloped across the room before leaping into one of the men, sinking his claws into his torso.
Letting out a vicious roar, Bakugo moved on to the other men who were closing in on him. As expected, he sliced them apart. Their limbs flew into the air, and the ground was saturated with a smudge of blood.
Then, the door to the next room opened, revealing three men with quirks that differ from each other. One of them charged towards him as shards of glass sprouted out of his body.
Naturally, Bakugo followed suit, ignoring the pain that came with the shards piercing every side of his body. He returned the favour by sinking his claws down the man's throat. He then severed his head from its place as a fountain of blood gushed itself out of the stump. The headless corpse collapsed onto the ground, and the blood piled itself under its lifeless vessel.
He aimed his claws at one of the men's throats, impaling it with a greater degree of precision. Bakugo, though mostly mindless, was able to adapt and gain a higher form of combat prowess. He then used his other claws to stab the man on his right, before slamming both of their heads against each other, fracturing their skulls and spilling their brain matter on the floor.
Bakugo roared, running on fours towards the door, which was left open. He was going to escape. But then, he heard something.
An explosion caught his ears. He tilted his head towards the source of said explosion. Bakugo moved closer to the vicinity, whereupon he would find a man with scarred facial features laying on the ground, as well as the area surrounding him incinerated.
"Hey!" Bakugo heard a voice calling after him from the right side. It was a group of guards with guns trained at his direction.
Bakugo took it upon himself to flee. He had no time to fight. He let the bullets puncture him as his body began to work itself to heal the wound gaps.
Bakugo retracted his claws as he leapt through the window, hurling downwards. As he hit the ground, there was a dent on the floor.
Of course, it'd hurt like hell. But thanks to his seemingly impervious skeleton, he was able to survive such a great fall.
He twisted his neck to the side, causing a loud crack to be heard. Bakugo's feet moved forward, each tap to the ground creating a squelching noise.
Bakugo could feel everything ringing loudly in his head. The memories were rushing back to him, but he couldn't quite put together the full pieces.
The wind rustled against his nose as he caught the whiff of an esoteric scent from an unknown source.
He sniffed again, and what he got was peculiar. What was this smell? It was the smell of iron- no, it was the smell of blood.
Someone had been here.
His eyes slouched downwards, only to find a trail of blood leading somewhere.
With curiousity driving his instinct, Bakugo decided to follow the pattern. Maybe it'd lead him somewhere.
...
"FUCK!" Izuku let his impulses dictate him as he punched straight through the concrete wall. The alley was secluded. No one was here to bear witness to his oh-so-degrading outburst.
He couldn't face his mom again in this state. No. She'd be more ashamed than she already was if she saw him then.
So who was he going to turn to? No one. He was stuck there with no viable means to remedy his situation. "Shit, shit shit..."
God damn it. How was he going to scurry his way out of this unexpected predicament? By singing the tune of self-pity? As if that ever solved his problems before.
Standing up, he looked at the nearby dumpster. There was an empty beer bottle stranded just inches away from it.
Oh.
"Weasel," Izuku muttered under his breath. Fuck. He slung over his hoodie to stay covert, blending himself into the crowds of people.
...
Weasel was never the type to miss someone to an excessive degree. But Izuku was one of the few exceptions. The fact that he just up and went away without a trace sullied his thoughts.
Well, what could he do. It'd been two years already. However, he did what Izuku would've wanted him to do in this situation: take care of his mom.
She was worried herself, so Weasel took matters into his own hands and lied to her about his whereabouts.
He smiled just thinking about it.
'Seriously? A vacation? A braindead mutt could come up with a much more plausible excuse than that.'
Shortly after, the door to the bar opened. A man with a hoodie slung over his head approached the bartender desk.
He sighed, preparing himself to tend to the seemingly new customer. "May I take your order?"
The man simply opened his hoodie, revealing the unsightly view behind it all.
Weasel stayed silent for a moment before saying, "Uh, I get that you want to...perpetuate self-confidence, but this isn't the way to do it."
"Listen-"
The man was cut off when Weasel continued to ramble, "Or are you trying to be subtle with me? I get that I'm ugly, but-"
"WEASEL!"
Weasel was startled by the sudden outburst. Then, the realisation settled in. "What did you just call me?"
"I called you Weasel. That enough to jog your brain?" The man asked with indignance.
Weasel was idle for a bit. Then, he spoke, "The name that was assigned to me at birth was Azure. How'd you know-"
"Oh my god, how are you this dense?!"
"Unless you're Midoriya Izuku, who mind you has been missing for the past few years-"
The man slammed the table, gritting his teeth. "I am Midoriya Izuku!"
...
...
No one broke the awkward silence when 'Izuku' dropped the bombshell. Nope. The ambience got absolutely fucked by the awkwardness that followed.
Well, until Weasel spoke again, "Are you being real?"
"About as real as it can get," 'Izuku' replied before continuing, "Listen, I need your help-"
"I don't buy that for a second," Weasel said incredulously. "Have you ever seen that dude? He's like...hot, like fucking hot."
"I get that, but-"
"With you though? It's safe to say that you're anything but a man. On the contrary you're a defect extraterrestrial lifeform that anyone couldn't look at without having their eyes anally fucked, with the absence of consent, might I add. At this point even the judicial system would deem you guilty just by your looks alone. They won't even need an explanation. Just that you've committed the super serious felony of-"
"Stop," 'Izuku' cut him off, warning him.
"-Nonconsensual eye contact." Weasel managed to finish, riling the man who supposedly was 'Izuku' up.
He gripped the table hard enough to leave a mark. But then, he took a deep breath before saying, "If you don't believe me, ask me anything."
"Ask you anything? Alright then. What do you do in your spare time besides jerking off?" Weasel asked.
The man's eyes twitched as he corrected him, "I meant anything that you've already known, you moron!"
Weasel blinked for a moment, before chuckling sheepishly. "Right. How about this, what did I forget to lend you?"
"The damned vibrator," Izuku replied.
Weasel's eyes widened, his mouth agape. "Holy shit. You must be some sort of psychic-"
"HOLY FUCK, WEASEL, KNOCK IT OFF! IT'S ME, IZUKU!" The man finally had enough.
"Okay, okay, I'm just messing with you," Weasel held his hands up frantically.
Izuku frowned even more. "From the very beginning? You wasted my time over a childish-"
"No, no, I mean, just now, I was..messing around. Not anymore though. Hands in pockets. Promise," Weasel said while still holding his hands up.
Izuku sighed as he settled down, sitting in front of the bartender desk. "How's mom? I'm assuming that you've been taking care of her."
"You know me too well," Weasel smiled weakly. Then, he decided to ask, "Where have you been, man? I was- no, we were worried sick. And what the hell happened to your face? Did an accident happen or something?"
"All will be explained in due time. Now I need a favour, alright?" Izuku said with a tone that hinted urgency.
"A favour-?"
"I need money," Izuku said. "I'll return twice the amount, but I need a loan right now. I'm in a dire situation and I have no idea who to turn to-"
"Woah, hold the phone, money?" Weasel chuckled nervously as he continued, "I'll lend you some, but don't you think it'll hurt the business? Plus I've got a lot of clients to appease."
Izuku threw his hands in the air. "Dammit."
Weasel's expression softened as he inquired, "What do you need it for anyway?"
"Something that I need to.." Izuku ran his hands through his temple. "There's someone out there that can fix my ugly mug. Now I don't have enough dime on me to get the necessary equipments, guns, swords, and most of all, a suit and a mask that can cover my face. At least for the time being. With all that in mind, I can't track that person down. Not with how I am right now, I won't."
"Someone can fix that?" Weasel said, referring to Izuku's now deformed face.
"Yep. Believe it or not, whatever they did to me, this face, it somehow made me immortal," Izuku sighed. "I can heal from anything. Tested it out myself. I was able to put back my severed limbs like nothing even happened."
Weasel couldn't process what he'd just heard.
They were drowned in awkward silence for a few seconds. Then, Weasel decided to say something, "I can help you with this."
Izuku raised his brow at that. "I thought you said-"
"Yeah, yeah, but an idea clicked in my mind."
Izuku's gleeful eyes faltered as he heard that. "That's never a good sign."
"This idea is good. See, remember when you said you were interested in taking the job of a hired mercenary?" Weasel asked.
Izuku simply nodded. "What about it?"
"Well, I guess I could use some of that talent right now. I'll give you the necessary equipments for the gig. That way, you'll have the means to earn yourself a fat stack. We split the salary, fifty fifty for each of us since I provided you with the budget to carry out the task. Then, you use that money to hunt down whoever it is that did this to you. You got what I'm saying?"
Izuku then halted him. "Hold on, this is a lot to process- you're- when you said clients, did you mean-"
"Yep," Weasel nodded. "I've got a whole side that I never let you see, Izuku. How do you think I funded this whole thing?"
Izuku stared at him for a while, dumbfounded. He then regained his bearings, before saying, "Alright, where do we start then?"
"An alias," Weasel replied.
"Aw fuck it, I'll go by the name 'Deku'. Honestly I couldn't care less," Izuku suggested.
Weasel's lips pursed, his brows furrowing as he said, "Except the fact that no sane person would hire a dummy with 'useless' as their alias."
"Well I'll leave you to figure that one out then," Izuku said curtly.
Weasel rubbed his chin as he began to browse through the list of names inside of his mind. "Killer In Green? Mauler? Vigorous? Uhm..Necropathic. Deadternity!"
"And just as I expected, you suck at making up names," Izuku taunted.
"I'm not the one who considered taking up the name 'Deku' like a goddamn badge," Weasel spat out.
Izuku simply snorted, waiting for Weasel figure out a name for him.
After another while of silence, Weasel suddenly said. "Aw man, since you're immortal, I put my money into you for nothing."
"Huh?"
"Well I made a bet with a friend of mine you see, trying to predict when you're going to die. Seeing how you are right now, I'll never win the-"
Izuku decided to cut him off when he said, "Deadpool."
Weasel raised his right brow at that. "Pardon me?"
"A name. You said I needed a name, right? Deadpool," Izuku's face lit up as he continued, "Captain..Deadpool."
...
That sounded a bit off.
Izuku seemed to think likewise when he spoke again, "No, no, just, just Deadpool is fine."
"Right, Deadpool it is. We'll move on to the suit," Weasel replied.
Izuku nodded as he said, "I do have something. I kept my notebook in the drawers in the basement. Could you fetch that for me?"
Izuku opened the notebook as he flipped through the pages. Then, he stopped at a page that showed a sketch of a hero suit. "This one," he pointed at the page.
"Are you seriously basing your suit off of the appearance of the former number one hero?" Weasel asked in disbelief.
Izuku shrugged as he said, "Why not? Plus, my mom went through the trouble of sketching this for me. I wouldn't want it to go to waste."
"I get the sentiment, but c'mon," Weasel protested.
"What, you don't like the design?"
"If I'm being candid? It needs a little bit of adjustment. No one will take you seriously if you wear a tacky ass suit like this one," Weasel replied.
Izuku nodded. "Appreciate your honesty. Work something out of this, then."
"You want me to improve upon this design instead of starting off from scratch?"
"Precisely what I said," Izuku replied. "As I said, I don't want my mom's sketching to go to waste."
Weasel groaned as he conceded. "Ugh, fine, fine. Just give me a few days. I'm mostly giving it a red paint, though."
"Why red particularly?" Izuku questioned.
"Well, first off, you'd be wasting a lot of detergent trying to clean the blood off of the outfit. Lots of work, plus the risk of running into a passing cop, or worse, a pro-hero. Second, it's just cool," Weasel answered.
"That last bit seems a bit superficial, but I'll take it," Izuku sighed. "Go for it then."
"You're the boss," Weasel saluted him before heading off outside.
...
The trail seemed to end in an alleyway. No further sign of blood prints were visible in his line of sight. Dammit. He could see the fist-sized dent on the wall, but that was nearly not enough.
He tried to use his enhanced smell once again, only to find himself on a dead end. Whoever the person was, they were probably long gone by now.
"Fuck," Bakugo spoke for the first time since he woke up in that damned chamber. He sat down near the dumpster, resting his head against the harsh surface of the concrete wall. The boy wasn't wearing any clothes at the time, but what did it matter anyway?
No one probably knew who he was.
Or they probably did.
Then, something caught his eye. A poster of a memorial attached to the wall. It was seemingly conspicuous if seen from a great distance, but as he scrutinised it even further...
'In loving memory of Dynamight'
"Dynamight?" Bakugo uttered the name. Something about this caused his head to throb in slight pain. What did this name even mean to him?
Then his eyes moved downwards, and found his own face at the bottom of the poster.
He was presumed dead?
Who was he?
And how was he linked to this 'Dynamight' in any way?
Voices began to drown his mind shortly after. Bakugo held his head with both of his hands, drunkenly walking forward as he did so.
Bakugo's eyes shot up at the familiarity of the voices that were drowning his line of thoughts. Then, visions began to plague his head. Visions from a past that he hardly had any recollection of.
He could vaguely recall the people in that vision calling out after him, but their desperate pleas fell on deaf ears.
Bakugo let a pained groan escape from his mouth as his knees buckled. He collapsed onto the ground all the while he tried to silence the intrusive voices in his head. No. He needed to pull himself together and at least get some clothes that he could wear. He couldn't exactly be seen out there exposed.
This could wait just a little longer. Once he sorted out everything that he needed to, his pursuit for answers would commence.
...
The craftsmanship that went into the suit was exquisite. The perfect combination of red and black as the main color scheme of the suit, the metal brace on its collar that pose a striking resemblance to All Might's smile, and the intricate rabbit-like protrusions that are symmetrically and carefully sewn.
Izuku crossed his arms, bemused as he said, "Well I'll be damned. You've been hiding all this talent from me?"
"Well, you never asked," Weasel said as he placed the suit on the desk, along with the melee weapons and handgun. "Got the weapons as you asked."
Izuku rubbed the suit gently, taking in its details and texture. It felt just right. "And the client? Got any updates?"
"Not quite. I guess the only way to put yourself on their radar is to go out there and make a name for yourself," Weasel suggested.
Izuku raised his brow. "You mean I should just up and start killing people indiscriminately."
"You know it's jarring how that's the first thing that came into your mind."
Izuku shrugged. "You didn't elaborate, so I guessed."
"Whatever," Weasel rolled his eyes as he continued, "Anyway, I do have a job for you, but the pay is quite low."
"I mean everyone has to start somewhere." Izuku asked.
"Well, if you're being paid individually, then it is a fair deal. However, we're splitting the paycheck, remember?" Weasel replied.
Izuku nodded. "Take all of the pay for now."
"Wait, what, are you serious?" Weasel raised his brow. "I mean you're doing the work and all-"
Izuku interrupted him as he said, "I'm not risking anything doing this. Can't die even if I tried. Like I said, it's a start."
"Fine. Have it your way then," Weasel said. "You ready?"
"Yup," Izuku clasped his hands together, rubbing them against each other as he said, "Time to make the chimi-fucking-changas."
...
'Your first gig will be simple: take out the Viper gang, which also includes their boss. Don't worry, they're not tough. At least not to the likes of you. You have a quirk, after all; they don't.'
Two men were surveying from the window on the 20th floor. The looming view of the city was breathtaking, especially at night. The crescent moon adorned the sky, its enticing glow illuminated the clouds that almost concealed it from sight.
"The view couldn't get any better from this," a man said to his peer, lighting the cigar in his hand.
The other man replied, "Too bad the streets below aren't as eye-catching as they are from above."
"Talk about subverting expectations," the first man said.
Before they could continue to talk, suddenly, something vibrated inside the first man's pocket. He reached for his pockets, answering the call from an anonymous user. "Who's talkin'?" he said coolly.
'Is this Jun-san, by any chance?' the voice spoke. 'Wait, no, I read it on the wrong side. You must be...Chen...ugh, however you spell that. I'm not into reading hanzis these day.'
"What? What the fuck are you talkin' about?" The man demanded. "Oh. A prank call, I see. You think you're funny, huh? You'd be delighted to know that we have the means to trace your signal all the way back to your IP address. Now you've done it, you-"
'Watch your frown lines, commie, save your efforts for this one.' the voice spoke again.
The man was baffled. "What? What the fuck did you just call me?!"
'Whoopsies. Did that struck a nerve? Wasn't aware that I have the obligation to cater to one's feelings, least of all a mass murdering psycopath like you are.' the voice spoke in a rather malicious manner.
The man laughed scornfully. "Oh we're gonna have fun when we trace your signal back to your residence, you cowardly prankster."
'Like I said, save your efforts. Look outside.' the voice spoke again. 'I have a present just for you.'
The man did as the stranger said, and lo and behold, a mysterious masked man was standing outside with a gun pointed at-
"FUCK! ALERT THE BOS-" before he could finish his sentence, a bullet pierced through his skull, ending his life right in an instant. The other man made a run for it, but was quickly apprehended when the masked man crashed through the window, pinning him down.
He pulled out his gun and shot him in the head, killing him instantly.
The woman on the counter was startled by the abrupt arrival of the masked man. Before she could process her emotions, the door was kicked down by a group of men. Each of them drew their weapons.
"Who the fuck are you?!"
"You got some nerve loitering around our turf and killing one of our men, asshole!"
"Freak!"
The red masked man stared each of them down as he spoke, "Well, well, well, looks like the rats are out of their nest. Ryujin sends his regards, by the way. You boys did a hell of a job taking over his drops and fucking over his business."
One of them chuckled. "So this is what's it all about? What? Just because we defended what was ours, he sends a fucking two-bit mercenary our way to get his retribution?"
The masked man looked at the watch on his wrist before returning his attention back to the men. "Look, I don't really care about what your beef with that guy is. I'm just here to collect my paycheck."
"If that's how you want to play this, then be my guest! SHOOT HIM!" all of them began to shoot at the masked man, who seemed to recoil back due to the bullets piercing him. Then, he tripped over and fell behind the counter.
Sprawled on the floor near the woman from earlier, the masked man remained still on the ground, seemingly dead. The woman was shocked to the core when he suddenly sprung back to life.
"Shhhh!" The masked man hushed her. He then looked around, assessing the situation, before returning his attention back to the woman. "Don't worry, you're not gonna die."
But then he snatched the cigar out of the woman's hands. "Although these will kill you."
The masked man then flipped over the counter, reaching for both of his handguns. He shot two of the men before slicing him with one of his katana, decapitating them.
"He has a quirk?!"
"This is bad!"
The masked man gracefully spun around and thrusted his katana into the trigger hole of one of the men's gun before he could pull it. Then, he used his other katana to slice his right hand off.
One of the men tried to shoot him, but Izuku swiftly intercepted the bullets, deflecting it as it hit the man from the other side, killing him.
Izuku moved to leap onto the glass table at the center of the room, rolling around as he pulled out his gun and shoved it into one of the men's mouth. "I'm merely a vessel for the Lord!"
With the pull of a trigger, the man quickly collapsed onto the floor.
One of them tried to point his gun at Izuku; consequently, Izuku pulled his katana out and cut his hands off before he could even pull the trigger. "Taking the hands and the guns of the criminals!" Izuku said while he spun his katana the other way, impaling the man who was standing behind him.
They fought valiantly, but it was clear that Izuku had the edge in this fight.
In an act of sheer desperation, the other men began to shoot at Izuku all at once, who took all of the bullets without so much as budging slightly. In turn, Izuku rushed forward with his katana in his hands, slashing them with it until their corpses were mangled and mutilated. Limbs upon limbs were piled upon the floor. Mercy was not an option in this scenario.
Realising that their guns wouldn't work on Izuku, the remaining rascals began to scramble their way to the exit door.
Yet they couldn't. The door was already locked, and there was a bomb strapped to the handle.
Then, an explosion followed.
...
'The job this time around is a bit complicated. These fuckers have quirked goons stationed at every corner. Well, ya can't die anyway. And their guard is currently down as we speak. Fuckin' bastards are enjoying themselves on the public bathhouse. Go get em.'
Izuku didn't pay attention to the proper procedure. He simply waltzed by and barged into the public bathhouse.
The men that were bathing on the hot water immediately stood up with only a towel wrapped around their wrists. "What is your business here?" one of them asked sternly.
"Well since I'm already here, might as well start a dick measuring contest," Izuku's gaze landed on their covered crotches. "Not that I'll be participating. I'll be a good spectator and watch from the sidelines."
A man stepped forth, performing peculiar motions with his hands.
"You've made a big mistake coming here, mercenary," he said.
The water on the public bathhouse began to stir. After that, they swirled around, levitating into the air at a gradual pace.
Izuku widened his eyes as he said, "Mikey's gonna file a lawsuit one of these days."
The water sprouted into every direction, morphing into a sharp, solidified matter. The stray matter hit Izuku in almost every part of his body, causing him to wince in pain. "Okay, ouch, jeez, get a hold of yourself, Not-Katara."
One of the men thrusted his hand forward as the air began to coil around, howling vehemently as it formed a volatile tornado. Izuku rolled out of the way, the projectile barely grazing him. He quickly drew his gun, shooting at the air bender.
It hit him in his torso, causing him to recoil back in pain. Before Izuku could make his next move, a blaring fire grazed his shoulder, burning a part of his suit away.
"Jesus, and here I was telling myself not to worry about further expenses," Izuku lamented to himself, clapping the ashes of his suit away from his shoulder.
Sharp blocks of stones sprung upwards, threatening to impale Izuku, who reacted swiftly and flipped backwards to avoid the lethal attack. Izuku landed neatly on the floor when the attacks settled.
Two men charged forward not long after that, combining their quirks together: earth and water. Izuku simply unsheathed his katana, ready to make his move. He used each of the blocks of stones to hop forward. Then, he used the momentum he received to propel himself onto the men.
Each of them manipulated their elements and waved their hands to launch the combined projectile at Izuku, who reacted by spinning himself around nimbly, passing through the narrow gap in said projectile. Rolling on the ground, Izuku quickly performed a swift slice to their heads with both his katanas, decapitating them all. As their headless bodies collapsed onto the floor with a thud, the two remaining men quivered in fear for the first time ever since their first encounter with Izuku.
"Aw c'mon don't tell me you guys are bailing out already," Izuku taunted.
Both of the men grunted, regaining their composure as one of them spoke, "We will mount your head on our walls whilst parading your maimed carcass for our peers to see, you obnoxious, infantile, dishonorable mercenary!"
Izuku walked forward with a sly smile on his face. "We'll see how that pans out."
Then the both of them did the same as the men who died before: they combined the full forces of their quirks. The wind rapidly scattered the blazing flames into every direction, seemingly engulfing Izuku right where he stood. The air compressed itself, constricting the flame within itself gradually. As both the elements began to wrap itself into one, they erupted into a massive explosion, causing the bathhouse itself to crumble.
Luckily, the roof was the only thing that was heavily damaged. The men looked to the subsiding vapor with an expectant gaze. They widened their eyes in anticipation, hoping their collective efforts were enough to put the mercenary down. Unfortunately for them, though...
As the dust settled, Izuku was seen standing there without so much as a damage on him, except for a large portion of his suit. "I gotta hand it to you guys, if t weren't for my quirk, I would've bitten the dust," he said.
'Weasel's gonna kill me.' he thought.
Both the men were frozen where they stood. They've already exerted themselves beyond their limitations, but most of all, they couldn't believe what they just saw. "What the hell are you..?"
Izuku drew his dual handguns and pointed them at both the men. "Deadpool."
BANG!
...
Izuku sat down in front of the bartender desk, waiting for the man besides him to finish his order. After all was said and done, Weasel approached Izuku. "How'd everything go?"
"Could've been better. The suit's ruined," Izuku quietly mumbled. "You're not mad, aren't you?"
Weasel simply poured a drink to the glass he placed near Izuku, before replying, "Nah. For the past few weeks you've brought me a lot of revenues. Moreso than my past mercenaries. I guess being immortality comes with a lot of perks. doesn't it?"
Izuku downed the drink in one go. He sighed. "I think it's time."
"You're done already?"
"Well I've got enough already to begin my hunt," Izuku replied.
Weasel then lifted his hand to stop Izuku. "Hold on, you might wanna hear this."
Izuku's brow raised at that. "Whatever plan you're brewing, I hope to God it doesn't come to bite me in the ass in the future."
Weasel shook his head. "Nah it's good, I promise. So word on the streets is, the Shie Hassaikai is looking for something to further advance their business."
Izuku's eyes glinted in interest. "Do go on."
Weasel then continued, "These Hassaikai guys have their eyes on a new drug. They call it 'the Quirk Exterminator', and by my deduction, these drugs are closely related to the company that abducted you. LifeForAll, was it?"
Izuku's eyes widened a little.
"Don't you see? Two birds with one stone. You get to have your face fixed, and on top of that, you'll get paid handsomely if you catch my drift, no pun intended," Weasel smiled as he finished.
Izuku tapped the table with his finger. "And these guys are to be trusted, why?"
"What?"
"I mean once I hand them over the drug, what are they going to do with it?" Izuku inquired.
"Does it matter, though?" Weasel asked.
Izuku shrugged. "I dunno. I have enough burden on my conscience as it is."
Weasel looked at Izuku for a moment. He then spoke, "Dude, I get it. A part of you still craves that feeling of being a hero, but sometimes, it's nice to do things that would be beneficial to you in the long run for a change, don't you think?"
Izuku gave it a thought for a moment. As he pondered, he occasionally looked at his ruined Deadpool suit. A distant reminder that he could have been a hero under correct circumstances. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment, before opening them. "Fine. I'll do it."
"Great! I'll contact them. Once they accept you, I'll hit you up," Weasel said.
Izuku stood to take his leave, making his exit from the bar. He just hoped that he wouldn't regret this decision of his.
...
Izuku took a stroll with his suit donned. A day was enough to get it back to shape. He'd heard from the people around that Bakugo was dead. He didn't know how to react to that information. A world without Dynamight will sure have its cumbersome complications down the line. Instinctively, Bakugo's grave was the first thing he decided to visit before going to work. Sitting besides the dusty gravestone, he leaned against the tree near it. "Kicking the bucket so soon, huh, Kacchan?" Izuku spoke to seemingly no one.
"Been a long time since we last saw each other. You know, I vividly recall the last thing you said to me," Izuku chuckled to himself as he continued, "Can't do it now, unfortunately for you. I'm an immortal."
Izuku ran his hands down his temple. "Fuck, I'm an immortal, and I'm not fucking ecstatic about it either. I don't...wanna be a hero anymore. Thinking back, it was kinda childish of me. I wasn't cut out for the job, not only because I'm quirkless, but because I needed it. Goes against the very principle of being a hero, doesn't it? You're a hero because someone needs you, not because you need it. A flawed mindset, that was."
"But if I'm being honest? I've always wanted to ride with you, Kacchan. Imagine us both, you as the hero, me as the sidekick. Izuku and Katsuki just fucking shit up. Can you imagine the fun? The chaos? That had always been the thrill that I sought out. The fucking team-up of all decades. Our names would go down in history as the most chaotic duo to ever exist," Izuku said, as he began to lament, "Too bad you bit the dust. No chance of that ever happening," Izuku bitterly chuckled to himself. "I could use your help right now, buddy."
Then, something vibrated in his pocket. He picked his phone out, looking at the unread message.
Time to make your move 'zuku - Weasy, 10.00 AM
Izuku quietly nodded to himself. He patted the gravestone gently. "Welp, I gotta go to work. I have a face to fix, after all."
Izuku then took his leave, walking away from the graveyard.
...
'And that concludes my super duper convoluted background story. You already know how this goes down. Stay tuned for what happens next. Who knows? Some things might just surprise you.'