Sunlit windows shimmer as light glossens their smudged glass. The sun beams bore in, the heat that radiates there settling into what are basically tinted obscurements for what dwells within brick built apartments. Laundry lines connect to them, clamped down by their locked ledges and sills; the clothing that is strung overhead between the narrow gap of the alleyway sways from a constant breeze that beats that same sunlight on the windows into creating casted shadows or shadings. Those contours channel through the natural tunnel as naturally as they are themselves created.

Somehow, the setting would make for a nice stroll under ordinary circumstances. But the odor that wafts within that same blowing breeze that's warmed by the weather reminds anyone who walks there exactly what type of place this is. It's a place that brings the type of smell that settles on the tongue. Luckily for Giran, he constantly sucks on smoke from a cigarette to counterbalance this area's air; the cigarette burns away whatever other type of taste could be received. He strides through the confined space without so much as a single care since he's taken this route plenty of times before.

But it's not the smell or the scenery that he should be absentmindedly paying attention to. It's the sound of shoes stepping into the alley other than his own footfalls. Giran comes to a halt when spotting a person at the end of the narrow passageway. It's a man wearing a tan overcoat and a matching hat. Call it cliche but spies, hitmen, and any other of the sort in this day & age like to pay homage. Giran braces for the man to pull a gun out from beneath the lengthy jacket. But instead, the guy produces a badge. A police badge.

Giran could laugh. He instead snorts. Which is ironic considering the person he was so worried about before is nothing more than a pig. The cop who does a lousy job of blending in when it comes to the investigator stylism smiles like he gets the joke. Maybe he does considering the way police are treated these days. "Kagero Okuta", the badge gets put away and replaced by a notepad, "Or do you prefer Giran?", that the guy needs to refer to it is amusing in its own way. That's what is so great about this line of work; you can always fall back on comedy.

Giran savors a long drag from his cigarette. Since there's still a lot left of it to smoke, he figures he has the time to humor himself and the nosey cop with a talk. "Let's go with Giran", the criminal creases the corners of his mouth with a wry smile, "What can I do for you?"

"You could answer a few questions", the overcoat clad officer refers to his notepad again like it's some type of receipt to present as evidence. He looks around like the alley they're in is a busy street instead. "From what I've been informed, you have a lot of ties to associates in this neck of the woods.." And then it hits Giran what exactly this is. That the guy would come alone is ballsy but naive to say the least.

"I live here", Giran shrugs off the prying accusations nevertheless. He's been in the hot seat before. This is nothing compared to getting called into court or picked up by police to get grilled in an interrogation room. "You get to know your neighbors around the neighborhood", though those harsher experiences have helped him to improve at playing the part he needs to play when caught up in times such as this.

"Of course", the cop allows himself to have a wry smile of his own. If he liked that one then he should consider popping into a comedy club around these parts some time. Hell, he's got his own set of jokes. One of which being the next question that he dares to ask. "Would any of those neighbors happen to go by an alias like Kingpin or Big Man?" Like Giran previously thought … this guy is both ballsy and incredibly naive.

"I know my rights", Giran steps around the obstacle that doesn't make for much of a blockade at all; he only bothers to glance back in order to get one last dig in, "You know em too" It's always enjoyable getting to rub this stuff into goody-two-shoes' faces. So he also adds, "You ain't got nothing."

Just as he's about to get out of there and leave the old rank alley behind though, the cop calls after him. "I have more than you'd think", and it could easily have been a bluff that he should have kept walking but then the cop has to go and make it more than that. "You wouldn't have happened to been involved with what happened to Taneo Tokuda, would you have?"

Giran stops. He knows he should just keep walking regardless of what this guy has on him. But if this is a pickup then he doesn't want to give the cop anything more to go off of either. "I'm not talking to the likes of you", he instead allows himself the satisfaction of knowing there's nothing that can be forced out of his mouth, "I'm not flipping on anybody."

That is, nothing can be forced out except for a scream. A scream is something that happens all on its own involuntarily. Especially when startled by two web strands snagging each of his ankles to twist & turn him over on his head. Giran gets hoisted upside down and drawn up by the web lines.

Giran looks up while being dragged at an inverted angle, trying to see the cause of his suspension. What he sees is the colorfully costumed vigilante called Spider-Man. The web spinner narrows his unique lenses for eyes in a threatening manner, "Oh.. I'm sure I can get you to do a few flips.." This whole comedy act isn't so funny anymore now that Spider-Man makes him do literal flips from the web bungee.

Giran yells again when the web line stretches thin and his forehead nearly smacks against the rotten pavement below him. He's drawn up by the elastic string until he's eye level with the cop from before. Or maybe this guy isn't even a cop if he's an associate of Spider-Man's. Whatever the case, the mystery man takes off his hat so that he can look Giran in the eyes. He too has a menacing squint while asking, "You sure you don't want to talk to me who knows your rights? Or do you wanna talk to the vigilante who cares less about that sort of thing?"

Giran gulps, cause regardless of whichever choice he makes, he knows he won't be making it in time for his next scheduled meeting with the guys that these two are inquiring about.

After their information broker brought them two new recruits to their operation, Kurogiri and Tomura Shigaraki decided to keep him on. Giran proved himself useful in a few ways aside from that. There are other ties and connections that can be made with other operators of the criminal underworld. Currently, the two wait along with their 'supervisor' for Giran to make those introductions. Or, to at least deliver the details on where and when those introductions can be made.

Only one problem with that… "He's late", Shigaraki scratches under his neck as he becomes agitated. If there's one of many things he dislikes, it's having his time wasted. As he's gradually matured, he must admit to one of his few remaining faults being a lack of patience. The hard work that's been put into taking their next step is taking extremely too long. And Giran is only making that wait even longer.

"Surely we should receive an update from him if there's been a change", Kurogiri does his best at being optimistic but a quick check on phone calls & emails goes to show that Giran is being less than communicative with them. Since it's the villainous butler's duty to handle those communications, it falls on him to share some of the blame for this mishap of tardiness.

Or, that would be the case ordinarily. Via CCTV per the norm, their supervisor has something to say about it. "It would be wise to consider the possibility that our info broker may have been intercepted", Shigaraki's Sensei & Kurogiri's Master suggests a reason for Giran's absence that the two of them hadn't considered, "There are many factors at play here."

Tomura Shigaraki chews on the scarring of his bottom lip while contemplating that possibility. There are thoughts that betrayal could be involved since Giran is associated with more groups than just them. But then again, that Giran was so eager to have them unite forces with those other organizations goes to suggest the other plausibility. "Giran has probably been compromised then.. We may need to move locations again", he muses aloud what he has come to terms with.

It's a hassle to transport all of their equipment but it's the safe course of action. Garaki surely won't be pleased about it. Neither is Shigaraki himself. But it's not worth losing all that they worked for just because of pride. Pride comes before the fall and all that. What happened at the USJ was proof of that. And so Shigaraki makes the tough call in being better safe than sorry. It's not like they don't have the unlimited amount of resources to make it work.

Shigaraki sends Kurogiri to inform their latest recruits. Then it'll be time to warp everything to a different secure site. In the meanwhile, he's left with his Sensei. True to the namesake, his Sensei taught him a lot, and yet he feels himself starting to outgrow the need for a teacher. So he sits in silence, using that quiet to plot and plan what comes next. With things proceeding forward as they are, it'll soon be time to take action again. Real action and not just running or hiding.

As though Sensei can hear his thoughts, the CCTV buzzes with his Master's voice. "You have grown insurmountably at a rapid pace", the leader of the league that resides within the shadows speaks with a note of pleasure that would have made a younger version of Shigaraki elated; now, Shigaraki is wary of what is said even if it's something as gratifying as, "I am proud of you.. Tomura."

Part of that growth is becoming a man of his own. He hopes to achieve that level of growth soon, and then he will no longer need his Sensei … or anyone else for that matter.

Reflected in the lenses of his borrowed bifocals, Izuku Midoriya reads the documents also entrusted unto him by Taneo Tokuda. Whereas these are copies and Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa has the originals, he still feels responsible for their detailing and safekeeping. Especially after the movement that he made as Spider-Man with Detective Naomasa's help. It's like scratching off duties on a checklist at this point. No stone left unturned with information confirmations falls under a certain jurisdiction but what they got recently is as big as Tokuda's last lead.

Giran, a connecting tie to all the criminal organizations that have fallen under Kingpin's control, gave them the time and location for the next meeting of these major players. Or, rather, the next place that The Big Man will be making an appearance. It's now a matter of what they'll do with that information. It was said best before by many that there are some things heroes can't just punch away with their fists. Even if they make a move, they need something concrete that will expose and keep the Kingpin locked away for good. Not only that but this is such a delicate matter that they're on their own and without any heroes for backup.

Izuku crosses his legs to get comfortable on the living room floor. His pajama pants plus the carpeted floor makes for a cushy combo that leaning over with bad posture doesn't even bother his back. He's also able to get into the zone when reviewing his gathered materials this way. Surrounding him in an organized manner – even if it may not look that way to an outside observer – are what he skims, the documents that help to orchestrate a plan, until they need more revision. There is a lot to go off of but it becomes a little easier when selecting a specific lead to run with.

That being said, it takes a lot of focus. So much focus that he hardly registers that at one point he's no longer the only one in the room. He feels a presence by proximity and glances up from his findings on the floor to see his mother standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She stares at him fondly with tears in her eyes. It makes him worry to see her with the waterworks on the way and so he caringly asks, "Mom? What's wrong?"

The older woman sniffles while trying to prevent herself from crying. "Oh, honey.. It's just that you look so much like your father when he'd be concentrating on trying to read", she tries laughing it off but fails miserably.

"Oh, mom.." Izuku gets up from the floor so that he can close the gap and hug his mother. It's that embrace that gives him a much needed break for the stressful work that he's been doing anyways.

Inko holds onto her son who has already gotten so much taller than her. She has to reach up to smooth out his hair and hold his freckled face. "Don't grow up so much that you no longer need me, okay?" She can see the youthfulness already fading from him and that worries her.

Izuku smiles, looking so much like his father did when he'd reassure her. And he says what Hisashi Midoriya had told her once before, "I'll never leave you like that", but that her husband is gone now goes to show that there's no amount of assurances that can promise anything truly.

Tsukauchi is in the midst of promising his younger sister, Makoto, for the zillionth time that he'll be careful. As comes with his line of work, she tends to worry for his well being. The good morning and good night check-ins are proof enough of that. Tsukauchi's smile softens despite his instinct to roll his eyes. He doesn't mind it. She reminds him of how their mother would do the same before her passing. And he's sure this is how it'd be if he had taken the time to commit to a relationship with someone. Besides, it's easy enough to put her on speaker and to just let her yap in the background while he tends to his work.

If Makoto only knew what it was that he was currently working on… Even with Spider-Man to back him up on this, Spider-Man is really just Spider-BOY, and he can't fully depend on the kid to handle all the heavy lifting like he could with Toshinori. Going into the underground to dig up dirt on underhanded criminal scum like Giran can bode results but sometimes it isn't always so great to find what it is that you may go looking for. They've got details on cracking this whole Kingpin case wide open but it's riding all on them without the rest of the precinct or any pro heroes to lend assistance for sake of worrying about leaks.

That means carrying a firearm should push come to shove. Tsukauchi holsters the weapon as silently as he can so that Makoto doesn't hear him readying for potential trouble. He's relieved that his sister didn't pester him to facetime for the sake of hiding the fact that he's got a bulletproof vest on as well; the benefits of a simple voice call allows him to hide those detailed secrets from her. There's times that he's gone into the line of fire before that he's sure she'd understand no matter how concerned she gets, but the difference between then and now is that he'd have someone like Tamakawa to watch is back as compared to now relying on a child to do so.

He thinks back to the last time that he had gotten involved with vigilantes. Makoto herself had been mixed up in the mess of it all. Tsukauchi wants to avoid a repeat of THAT kind of mess. Especially since there's no lack of irony to be lost in the fact that the originally troublesome vigilante who was within those mishaps could also crawl on walls. The age gap there wasn't too off either. Come to think of it, this is all starting to get too freakishly familiar that he'd rather not dwell on it. The detective shakes his head to clear his thoughts and returns his focus to the present.

There's a paper trail and it leads right to The Big Man. Tonight, if everything goes according to plan, they'll be able to legalize some of these documents. Then all the secrecy and risk taking will be paid off. Tsukauchi imagines Spider-Man does a fair share of lying to his own family and he has to wonder if they share the same amount of guilt in having to do so with the ones that they love. But again, that can all change tonight. For him, at least.

"I have to go, Makoto" He grabs his set of car keys with his free hand while taking his cellphone with the other. The older brother vows one last time to return home to her, "I promise I'll be careful", before hanging up and heading out the door.

As Tsukauchi Naomasa travels down from the top of his apartment, he switches to another contact on his phone. He calls Spider-Man, who will venture with him into the underground of crime in Japan.

Raindrops dot the windshield. It's been long enough now that the dark clouds that cover the sky have started to break. What would have been blue beneath the storm is now just as black as the fluffy floating gloom of murkiness. Naomasa hits on the windshield wipers; he uses a slow setting so that it only periodically runs. Now that the air outside is bound to grow colder, he wishes the paper cup that contains his coffee could keep warmth in it better. The police cruiser that he uses is so old that the heater hardly blows right either. Naomasa sighs. Thus is the nature of a stakeout.

Then again, he doubts Spider-Man is having any better of a time. Whereas he's got the cover of a car, the kid is up on some rooftop somewhere. Naomasa had never been one much for having parental instincts, but he IS an older sibling; he thinks about the kid catching a cold without a coat or an umbrella and sighs again. This sigh is more of a grumble, but it accomplishes his intended release of exasperation. Naomasa grabs the walkie talkie that he had opted to give Spider-Man for radio silent comm usage instead of their cellphones.

"Hey.. Spider-Man .. You wanna join me in the car before you get too wet?", he begrudgingly offers the kid a chance to get out of the rain before it really starts to come down. It might blow their advantage of having two patrol spots but he'd rather be considerate of a child's well being than to become heartless. He had already treaded that line too closely when working with Nezu.

A second later, Spider-Man's voice responds. "Nah! That's okay! I made myself a web hut!", this chipper answer makes Naomasa bend down and peer up through his car's window to see what the heck the kid is talking about. What he sees is exactly as the kid described it. Spider-Man crafted a web roof of sorts to shield himself from the rain. The young vigilante offers a thumbs up from beneath the makeshift shelter.

"Okay then..", Naomasa falls back into his seat so that he doesn't have to look at the nonsensical but admittedly innovative thing that the boy calls a solution to the rain issue, "But let me know if you change your mind or start to get too cold."

This part of surveillance is often drowned out by the radio or Tamakawa's constant chatter. That Naomasa is starting to miss that, or at least having dried donuts to snack on, makes him question what's changed in his life. When it comes to crime and leniency, he had always tried to play it by the book. He'd imagined himself to be the super serious cop type if it ever came down to the good cop & bad cop routine. His nickname at the station, 'True Man', isn't just because of his lie detection quirk; he's just always been so steadfast about being honest to a fault. Then Nezu came along and muddled him. Then there were vigilantes. And now there's this particular one.

Maybe it's the special case that this is a kid. It was so easy to overlook what Nezu was doing with U.A. Or to neglect the truth behind what the HPSC does. Lady Nagant and Hawks were prime examples of what 'Hero Society' had been about – what it's still about – they are creating child soldiers and calling them heroes. Spider-Man acting as a solo operative and how he had clashed with the system shed light on this truth. Now Naomasa feels like he has no choice but to own up to it.

There's a lot of reminders that Spider-Man is just a kid. For instance, one of their previous talks had to do with him asking about a girl. Naomasa blows air out through his nose, not quite laughing but still finding amusement in that. That he was asked to give dating advice of all people would have probably made Makoto full on burst into laughter. But even still, it's something he may be able to hold over her head if it went well. Since they have the time to kill, he asks Spider-Man how it went, "How did that date go by the way? Did she like the flowers?"

The prolonged silence (aside from radio static) tells Naomasa all he needs to know before Spider-Man even answers. "I.. Never really got the chance to give her them..", the poor kid sounds more embarrassed than dejected as he explains what happened, "Villains kept getting in the way and destroying them."

"Well, at least she didn't outright turn you down" He tries to cheer the kid up before thinking of a way that he may be able to relate to the boy's problems. It's embarrassing and not really something he's even told his sister because of that but he does have some similar stories to share, "You know.. When I first started out as a cop and hadn't even made detective.. There were some times when I prioritized my duty as an officer over making it to dates on time. They were all good women but none of them could ever understand or put up with it."

Naomasa reminisces about some of those times and how Tamakawa would tease him or the way that his sister would get on his case about setting his standards & expectations too high. He's expecting something similar from Spider-Man but what he gets asked instead makes him falter, "You never found someone who was okay with it?"

He likes to believe he has become comfortable with living alone and not finding a partner. But the question does make him still think. "Maybe I didn't look hard enough..", he doesn't want to discourage the kid so he takes the safe way out by blaming himself, "But I wasn't willing to compromise who I am and what I do even if I had looked harder."

"Yeah", Spider-Man sounds just about as resolute if not a little uncertain when responding, "I guess I get that."

Naomasa smiles. He understands that struggle when it comes to puberty and growing into a man. "You're still young, kid" He goes back to encouraging the boy, "Just keep waiting and they'll arrive eventually–", but stops when realizing the words that are leaving his mouth don't just apply to any sort of love life but to their current situation.

Because, they have waited, and the eventual arrival is now. Sleek limousines enter the area to dock under a cargo bay warehouse. There's no doubt that the fancy vehicles in this sort of neighborhood must be the transportation for the wealthy class of criminal that reside in it.

"Hey, kid, it's show time.." Naomasa climbs out of his police cruiser while radioing in an update to Spider-Man. But when he looks up from his stakeout spot, he sees that the web hut above has already been long since abandoned. Spider-Man saw the criminals show up first.

He appears younger than he actually is. His right side exposes fair skin despite a tired bagged eye that peers out, while his left side is covered by a large collared helmet. The head gear filters different protrusions that could questionably be for a stabilizing life support system. Nevertheless, his wealth and status quo is exemplified by his attire of a black suit & tie and the multitude of golden rings that cover each of his ten fingers. A flamboyant purple coat with fur linings hangs from his shoulders. He calls himself The Curator and he's come to join the connected criminal underworld.

Along with him was supposed to be representatives of the League Of Villains to also formulate this co-alliance. But it was really The Curator that The Big Man wanted more than anyone else. Not for sake of an alliance though. For the sake of a double cross. Unbeknownst to them, Spider-Man scuttles along the ceiling to get inside before the warehouse seals itself shut. From there, he can see the grand reveal of this being a carefully laid trap.

"I had been wondering for quite some time where the High Evolutionary had gone", a voice much squeakier than that of what The Big Man's deep tone typically is echos out from the shadows of the large spacious warehouse, "It was only a matter of time before discovering that you had merely adopted a new identity."

When it's Nezu who strides out from the dark, Spider-Man is stunned still from his hidden placement up above. Momentarily, he thinks that Naomasa might have called for reinforcements from the pro heroes afterall. But then he realizes exactly why it is that Nezu is truly there.

"It took a lot of time and resources to pull this off. I hope you can appreciate that!", the intelligent mammal moves with the help of a diamond topped cane while explaining how things led to this point, "I knew that in order to flush you out again then I would need to stir things up quite a bit. That meant steering and controlling both the hero and villain world."

This is exactly what Spider-Man needed to scoop the story. Now that he has it, he snaps a photo with his camera. "Part of my planning involved Spider-Man .. who can come out and join us now if he'd like", the vigilante worries that he forgot to disable the flash before realizing that Nezu just simply accounted for his presence.

He drops down, wary and cautious, but willing to go along with this for the sake of drawing out more information. More information practically means more of a confession. "And how did I factor into all of this?", he goads the prideful principal of U.A into telling more.

"Your genetic code. How it was applied to Eraserhead. That was bound to get my creator's attention when both the hero and villain world caught wind of it", Nezu admits to manipulating the Lizard incident as well. Whereas he doesn't have a wire, Spider-Man does have a handy widget from Naomasa that he's using to record everything.

"You always were my greatest achievement in science", The Curator – or, the High Evolutionary – isn't too bothered by this revelation any more than Spider-Man is. It's like this whole thing is to be expected to happen.

Spider-Man ignores the villains and thinks about how it had always been in front of him this whole time to reach a similar conclusion. Tokuda's investigative work pointed towards Nezu being involved but that Nezu was behind everything the whole time makes so much sense. He now wishes he had never agreed to take on a teaching position at U.A. He had played right into Nezu's hands.

"So you're The Big Man? Kinda funny considering how small you are", but the good news is that it should be light work taking down Nezu now. It's not like the tiny critter makes for a physical competition.

Or so he thinks. The suit that Nezu wears is as white as the critter's fur itself. It stretches and expands with the rest of Nezu. The criminal mastermind inflates like a balloon or a ball of snow that just keeps rolling. "I go by many names.. The Big Man.. Crime Master.. Master Planner.. But I much prefer Kingpin", that deep tone that Kingpin had when appearing as a large silhouette returns in full effect after Nezu's transformation.

The creature's creator doesn't appear as nearly surprised by this revelation of an ability as he wasn't when the bamboozlement of this setup got unveiled. Spider-Man looks on with shock for the two of them and so he explains, "Intelligence was never what I gave Nezu. Nezu is just naturally gifted and so I drew out that potential. The true result of my experimentation is a quirk to increase size and strength."

"So I'm fighting a bloated stoat now?!", Spider-Man looks over the pudgy being and wonders just how challenging it can be to do battle with.

He gets his answer when Nezu slams two enhanced paws down. Spider-Man jumps away so that the floor gets smashed instead of him. "This is not fat! It's pure muscle!", Nezu's deep voice bellows from down below.

"Keep telling yourself that..", Spider-Man jokes despite the tense set of circumstances that he's now found himself in. He glances over to see The Curator has taken to a large form of his own. One undoubtedly enhanced by more animal experimentation. "Next you'll say High Evolutionary over here didn't splice himself with a sperm whale", he jumps away in time to avoid getting struck by a giant fist.

The two titans clash, and while Spidey should be content in allowing them to duke it out, something tells him that they aren't as devoted to a no killing rule as he is. And after losing Tokuda, he doesn't want to allow anybody else to die on his watch. He swings in between the middle of them, using his webs to bind up their legs. The trip wire snaps easily but the effort doesn't go unnoticed.

One big whale and one big fuzzy wuzzy pursue the web slinger as he narrowly escapes getting squashed. He evades them by swinging low where they have to bend down to reach him. And by maneuvering himself a certain way, he brings their attention back to one another and not solely on him. The free for all fight returns full swing as he performs a full swing out of it.

Nezu's clawed paws for hands slash at the giant whale, creating a gash and damaging the device that Curator wears. Without the device, Curator returns to normal, seemingly needing it for the quirk enhancements to function properly. Turns out the villain is not so high and evolutionary afterall. The young face that had been peeking out before the transformation peels off; it had been a mask made to hide muscle fibers and raw exposed flesh.

"Time to finish what I started", Nezu's booming voice tells a story there. It's one that Spider-Man doesn't want to see re-enacted. So he swings in to disrupt what would be a finishing blow with a blow of his own to Nezu.

He can't believe that he's protecting a villain right now. But that's the cost of doing what's right. Spider-Man stands his ground against the giant stature of Kingpin. He remembers how he was in a similar predicament when facing the Nomu at the USJ. Whether he should exercise his full strength or continue to hold back makes him hesitate whereas Nezu does not.

Luckily, that hesitation doesn't do him in. Just in the knick of time, backup arrives. Naomasa crashes through the warehouse wall by driving his police cruiser straight through it. The car rams Nezu at top speed.

"Are you okay?", Naomasa stumbles out of the vehicle before an airbag even deploys. He looks around, seeing the destruction and the seemingly defeated villains.

"I should be asking YOU that", Spider-Man glances over the detective's shoulder at the wrecked cop car. But seeing Naomasa is okay alleviates his concerns.

"I couldn't think of any other way to get in once the warehouse sealed itself shut", Naomasa unlatches his bulletproof vest and tosses it aside now that he no longer has any use for it. It feels good to loosen up and stretch his shoulders with that freedom to his form.

It winds up being a moment of relaxation way too soon. Spider-Man's eyes expand when he gets a sense of there still being danger in the area. He's right to reflexively move both himself and Naomasa out of range from the High Evolutionary's unconscious body. Because, a muscular man covered in thick brown fur slashes at the place where they each once stood.

Naomasa looks back and forth between where he would have become minced meat and where he was moved to. If he had ever doubted relying on Spider-Man to save him, he now owes the kid his full trust. It's thanks to the vigilante that he'll be able to keep the promise that he made to his little sister.

"What did you do to the boss?!", the bear-esk being guards the Curator's body like a protective pet. It may as well be exactly that.

"Maybe you should be asking what he did to you instead", Spider-Man is willing to bet the animal modifications made to the man are more of the villain's handiwork.

"He made me into Bearhead!", the bad guy's bodyguard crosses its claws like that was a badass name drop that requires a cool pose to go along with it.

Meanwhile, Spider-Man is exchanging an unimpressed look with Naomasa. "Bearhead? Really? Grizzly is a better name than that and this is coming from me with something simple like Spider-Man!"

'Grizzly' doesn't seem to take criticism well. This is exhibited by the villain's behavior when attacking in retaliated response. Spider-Man dodges clawed swipes easier than he had a time dodging giant sized fists though. The vigilante webs the bear baddie's muzzle shut when a bite gets mixed into those attacks.

It's times like these that Naomasa may have benefited from becoming a park ranger instead of a detective. Bear repellent and not mace could have done the trick. But he goes with pepper spraying the villain nevertheless. Which makes for a nice assist to allow Spider-Man a shot at the villain's lower region. Bears definitely still got balls, this one not having been euthanized if the way it howls when being hit there says anything.

"We make a pretty good team", Spider-Man binds the villains together in a thick coat of webbing to keep them trapped and secured after that; he throws his partner in crime fighting a thumbs up, "Thanks for having my back!"

Naomasa looks at the vigilante with a confused expression, "I should be telling you that instead. Thank you for the save and for helping me to do the right thing here."

"Some people might not see it that way.. But it's worth trying", Spider-Man retrieves his camera and inconspicuously hides it to work on that 'trying' part. Whereas he got bad publicity in the past, it certainly helps that he can do some good work within the media as Izuku Midoriya now.

Naomasa nods as he considers Spider-Man's words. "This is going to cause a huge upset", he sulks somewhat when looking at Nezu in particular, "Who knows what the fallout will look like.." After all of U.A's coverups, and whether or not those will come to light as well, he's sure that things are only bound to get worse before they get better.

As Hero Society is brought further into question, there's no doubt vigilantes will be just as badly ridiculed. If there's to be any saving grace, it'll be the police department as a trustworthy organization and not just the still standing HPSC to try and steal credit. But that's only if Naomasa radios this in as such. They were unable to orchestrate a raid with heroes and SWAT since Nezu would have known prematurely should they have tried; considering the turnout of things with Nezu's doublelife as Kingpin, that was the right choice.

Naomasa can't cuff and drag Spider-Man down after all that they've done. He turns a blind eye, giving his back to the vigilante while radioing it in. He tells Spider-Man, "You should probably get out of here before they arrive", since they are likely to be less lenient than him should the vigilante stay.

When Naomasa doesn't get a response, he turns around to see Spider-Man is already gone.

It's not a physical blow that knocks him down at the end of the day. It's the exhaustion that catches up in the end that which sends him falling flat onto his bed. Izuku lays atop his All Might themed blankets and sheets. Staring directly into the hero's art rendered face, he can't help but wonder if All Might too comes home like this sometimes. Considering the thin withered face that isn't the marketable muscularly toned structure with a chiseled jawline is what All Might hides from the public, Izuku imagines so. It's a strange thought that his hero has times like these but it helps him to accept the fact that he needs his R if All Might of all people does.

"Oh, man.. I ache all over.." Izuku rolls atop his bed while trying to appreciate the coolness of his bed's cushioning. But all he can feel is the warm spikes of pain radiating from inflared muscles. Bruises that have just begun, bruises that are fresh, bruises that are still in the process of healing, and all other forms of bruising all at once make themselves known.

All Izuku wants to do is lay there and fall asleep. He's dealt with enough for one day. The aftermath of the mental and physical exhaustion can wait. But his door unlocking and swinging open determines otherwise.

Inko Midoriya enters the room to check on her son, and drops a plate full of freshly baked cookies when seeing him in such a sorry state. "Dear God! What happened to you?!", she hurriedly rushes to be at his side in order to look him over.

Izuku tries pulling away, not wanting her to worry but also not wanting her to accidentally hurt him further by poking and prodding at his sores. "It's nothing..", he's too tired to come up with an excuse and so he just says it straight this time, "I got into a fight. No big deal."

Only after it's too late that he realizes he messed up. Before, even before he got his powers and became a vigilante, back when it was just Kacchan & Kacchan's cronies beating him up … his injuries were hidden under baggy clothes that he could avoid her asking questions. But tonight… His face has welts on it just as much as his body.

"No big deal.. ?", Inko stares at her son with watery eyes and speaks with a shaky voice, "No big deal?!" She had tried letting him have his privacy. But seeing him take advantage of that grace by coming home like this and not expecting her to react is way too far. She thinks about this same morning and how she'd been worried about losing him the way that she lost Hisashi and it becomes too much to bear. She snaps, "My husband is dead! My son comes home beaten and bruised like some hoodlum! And you have the audacity to tell me it's no big deal?!"

Izuku flinches back as his mom yells at him. He's not sure that he's ever seen her like this before. Even when he's misbehaved in the past, she's been a more gentle parenting type. But hearing her outburst, he can't blame her for this type of reaction either. Izuku doesn't even bother trying to hide his shameful remorse for putting this type of stress and worry on her.

"Izuku Midoriya.. How could you be so thoughtless?", Inko stands up from the bed as she shakes her head in disbelief. Her tears dry themselves as she says, "So irresponsible?!"

Tears well up in Izuku's eyes now. But his mom doesn't hug and console him over it. She leaves him there to sit and dwell on what he's done. She'll be back to tend to his wounds with a first aid kit. But between now and then, Izuku feels a lot more pain than he did previously.

AUTHOR NOTES

Curator and Bearhead are villains from a MHA videogame that I thought would work for High Evolutionary and Grizzly. Whereas a lot more could have been done with them, I really only wanted to reference their characters and not get into a whole spiel other than it having to do with Nezu. There's much bigger fish to fry with way more interesting villain meshings.

Now onto reading reviews!

Don't tempt me, Mob.k! As you can see, making Spidey suffer comes easy for me and a Spider-Man No More adaptation would be no saving grace!

Thank you, CapoPerk! There's certainly still a lot of slow builds in progress so I thank you for your patience with waiting for those climaxes and I'm glad that you're enjoying the process!

To be fair, Electro wasn't that big of a fan of Spidey before the scarring incident, SonicMax!

To know someone is interested enough to theorize and make suggestions is always nice, so your thoughts are always welcome theMAX360 and I'll occasionally do my best to work them in whenever possible!

Ah, Pikapowerz, I should have known you'd be an Electro sympathizer! Whether that sympathy will save Kaminari's soul or not will remain to be seen though!

Thank you for your kind offer, GancaloMorata! Funnily enough, you aren't the first artist to make such an offer either. Which is why I think it's a good idea to address your review here for future artists to make note of. I'm absolutely willing to collaborate with artists; I adore art and welcome any fan art wholeheartedly! That being said, I'm not quite able to afford any sort of commission work. If working with an artist, I will be unable to compensate your talents, and as such want to make that clear ahead of time. Otherwise, if you or any artists are wanting to draw stuff for fun then I'm more than willing to collab!

Okie dokie, that's about it for now, folks. Till next time!

-Your friendly neighborhood author!