"No offense, Midoriya" Shinso tips the coffee can in his hand towards his friend, gesturing to the fellow Gen Ed student's unkempt appearance. "But you're starting to look like me", his drawl drops with his chin as he gives Izuku a pointed look.
What Shinso sees in front of him is an unhinged teenager. Izuku's unruly bush of hair is more unruly than usual. He has bags under his eyes dark and deep enough to pass off as a racoon quirk mutation. And to really sell the hot mess that Izuku has become overnight, there's a collection of canned coffees surrounding the boy's lunch tray. Izuku currently chugs his eighth drink whereas Shinso has been leisurely taking sips from a single beverage.
"I didn't get any sleep last night", Izuku's exhaustion is evident in how he recluses from the surrounding noise of the cafeteria. Of all days that the loner decided not to go eat lunch up alone on the roof, today is the most odd decision under these circumstances, or as far as Shinso is aware.
Shinso shows some sympathy, having been there plenty of times before as an unhealthy insomniac himself. He assumes more than asks, "Up late doing Mic's homework?"
But the lack of an answer in response makes Shinso reconsider. Izuku has the stare of a dead fish. What were once vibrant green eyes have become jaded as they are faded. It's the look of someone who is defeated. It's the look of surrender.
Shinso's mouth hangs open, "You didn't even do the homework?!", he can't contain an incredulous shout.
Izuku massages the base of his skull, reacting to the sudden spike in sound. "Can I just copy off of yours?", his tone is tired enough to convey his desperation as he begs for help, "Please?"
Shinso is about to turn down the request. However, for whatever reason, he finds himself feeling more merciful than usual and gives in instead. "You gonna share with me one of those coffees?", but obviously still not without getting something in exchange.
Izuku slides one of the morning beverages over, trading it with Shinso's sheet of homework that's passed back. He grunts to express his appreciation for the fair transfer.
A moment passes in which Izuku mirrors the answers that Shinso wrote over onto his own sheet of homework, while Shinso goes about cracking open his newly acquired can of java. "So you wanna tell me what in the hell kept you up all night if not homework?", Shinso keeps their conversation going as he sips from his free coffee.
Izuku spares only a single glance up at his friend, not bothering to stop jotting down the answers to Mic's assignment. "Do I have to?", he practically groans his protest to having to explain himself.
Shinso shrugs, passing it off as no big deal whether Izuku does or doesn't. But he does feel the need to verbally add, "Just figured you should tell SOMEONE."
Izuku pauses his handwriting, surprising Shinso that the other boy would actually consider it. "Maybe some day..", but that's all that Izuku is willing to do. He resumes his writing.
Shinso shakes his head and sighs, "And what a day that will be…" If he were older, he'd likely drink himself to death over their unique type of friendship; that's if the caffeine in his coffee doesn't kill him from an overdose before he gets the chance to die from alcohol poisoning.
"Yo! Midoriya!", a sudden shout from behind both of the boys jostles both of them awake. They're made aware of a trio treading towards their table. It's the return of the girl with ear jacks and MJ, but this time they have the company of a boy rather than a girl. The dude tagging along with the dudettes is somebody Izuku recognizes from the Entrance Exam; he's the blonde with a lightning streak in his hair. Itsuka, or otherwise known as MJ to Izuku, smiles and acts as the mediator. She asks, "Mind if we join you and your friend today?"
"Oh, uh, if Shinso is okay with it.." Izuku pivots from looking at MJ to looking at Shinso. He's essentially asking for permission but in a polite manner – if only it were more subtle – but it achieves its efforts.
"Looks like you two made up", Shinso shoots a knowing smirk in Izuku's direction. It earns a swift kick from under the table, the two friends poking fun at eachother.
Itsuka notes the exchange and her smile shifts into a smirk too. She takes to teasing her own friend to join in on the fun, "We did but this was more so Jirou's idea."
"Sh- Shut it!", the girl with the ear jacks elbows the other girl in the side.
The blonde boy that's with them laughs along. "She tells us you know Spider-Man personally", but he's a little more direct in what they're there for by stepping in front of them, "I share her interest in hearing about that relationship" He holds out his hand, an American gesture.
For some reason, Izuku's Spider-Sense tingles at the back of his mind when he reaches to return the formal greeting. A static shock zaps his hand, stinging it slightly, when they shake. He lets go, flexing his hand muscles to get the feeling out of it.
"There's not much to tell..", Izuku uses that hand to rub behind his head when his Spider-Sense's signal of something being off still lingers, "I just take his picture mostly."
"Please", Shinso rolls his eyes, "All you ever do is run off to take the bug's pictures" He huffs something that's not quite a laugh, "I wouldn't be surprised if you were closer friends with him than me."
"Somebody sounds jealous", Itsuka takes that as a sign that she and her friends can sit at the table.
But she must have misread the signal, "Bite me", Shinso taking an aggressive chomp out of his meal to demonstrate that they actually aren't all that welcomed to stay and eat.
Izuku nervously chuckles, "Shinso's got a bit of an acquired taste", he does his best to be the mediator when he sees that it isn't going so well for Itsuka.
Blonde boy laughs as he shovels food into his mouth, "You can say that again", he appears to be enjoying the show.
Jirou jabs him with her ear jacks in order to teach him some manners & discipline, "Oi! Don't talk with your mouth full!"
That seems to be a normal interaction somehow that everybody carries on casually. "So you've really not got anything juicy to share?", Itsuka returns the topic of conversation to Izuku's photography gig anyway just to be safe.
"Sorry", Izuku shrugs off the inquiries. He doesn't want to run the risk of giving himself away and so he additionally adds, "Besides.. I've not really got much of an opinion on Spider-Man."
The bright spark of a boy in the bunch chimes back in, "Dude's a total creep", not shy to share his own opinion like he had done with Shinso.
Which earns him another jabbing from Jirou's jacks. "Spider-Man saved my life! That makes him pretty cool to me", she defends the wallcrawler by both physically and verbally assaulting the blonde. "YOU'RE the creep!", she strikes the boy with her jacks again for extra measure.
It takes Itsuka calling her off for the electric blondie to be spared. "Jirou, we've been over this, you can't be idolizing a vigilante while in the Hero Course" She places a placative hand upon the fellow girl's shoulder.
Jirou hesitates, a retort on the tip of her tongue. But for her shyness' sake and everybody else present, she tones down the defensiveness. "I know.. I know it's technically wrong but..", the girl toys with her ear jacks by coiling them around her fingers, "That he didn't stand by and do nothing while he could regardless of not having a license is the type of hardcore heroism we need."
Listening intently to what everyone has been saying about him, Izuku has to hide his openmouthed reaction with a hand over it. He pretends to be chewing his food until he's fully able to recuperate. When finally able to put a poker face back on, he turns towards his friend to get the only remaining opinion yet to be shared. He's almost afraid to ask but yet he still wants to know, "Wh- What about you? What do you think of Spider-Man, Shinso?"
"I'm..", Shinso stares downward with a pensive frown on his face. He's unable to look at anyone during his contemplation. He doesn't even have a full answer for them when he does raise his head back up, "..Indifferent.."
"Do tell", Itsuka eagerly leans forward with the desire to hear more about this indifferent opinion of Shinso's.
The insomniac blinks his bleary eyes, slowly shifting them to the redhead. "I wouldn't expect someone coasting through the Hero Course to understand why the average fellow would feel torn on such a subject", there's some harbored resentment in his tone as a Gen Ed student that comes through in his response.
"Excuse me?!", Itsuka gets riled up when she hears him make an unfair assumption about her and the Hero Course. She isn't the type to sit back and let something like that slide. So she counters with equal passive aggression, "Maybe it's because you aren't in the Hero Course that YOU don't understand why we should draw a line in the sand over what's illegal and legal."
Already seeing where this is heading, Izuku starts to stand up from his seat in order to calm them down. They stand up too. Followed by Jirou and the blonde boy beside her. "Guys, let's just calm down–"
As if the warning alarms registering in everybody's minds are now given an auditory medium, what sounds like sirens start to go off. But it's not just this table that hears it. Everybody in the mess hall is now standing up. U.A is alerting the student body to some sort of emergency situation.
Mingled in with the building's bells ringing and speakers blaring, is Izuku Midoriya's own danger sense. The Spider-Sense that warns him of impending danger is usually more of a FIVE bell alarm over what he's registering now, sometimes making him leap even before he knows what he's dodging. This is different from that. This is more like goosebumps from a cool breeze. A shadow of unease.
Jirou is more sensitive to how loud the place has become; between the students screaming and the alarm, she takes to covering her ears. "What's going on?!", she tries shouting over all of the commotion to get some answers on how to make it stop.
Itsuka inflates her hands just enough to act as noise dampeners. They help Jirou block out the noise a little better than her own much more petite hands. "Don't panic! There's evacuation procedures for us to follow", Itsuka addresses her friend along with the others around her.
The blonde boy nods along. He's taken to sticking his fingers in his ear canals. "We shouldn't wander off and get ourselves into any trouble then", he nods his head in the direction of where students are starting to funnel into an exit hall.
But before they can all join in on the evacuation, they collectively look back to make sure that the others are with them. Only one out of the two are. Shinso stands there alone with his arms crossed, looking more tired than he did previously. "Try telling that to Midoriya", he references the missing member of their group. Izuku Midoriya is gone.
"What the – Did he really just bail on us all?! What a coward!", the blonde boy frantically scans the sea of students in search of Izuku.
Itsuka smacks him over the head before Jirou can get to him, adding an extra amount of oomf to the hit by keeping her hand enlarged. "Quiet! Don't you know that he's quirkless?!", she defends the boy with what she believes to be the most justified explanation, "He probably got scared and ran off. We can't blame him."
Jirou meets Itsuka's gaze, the redhead catching herself on what she said through the unspoken communication of the shared look. "Hard to believe he's so easily spooked when he's always putting himself in danger to take pictures of Spider-Man", Jirou speaks nothing of it more than that and instead begins to head for the evacuation route.
Itsuka holds back a while, feeling ashamed of herself for looking down on Izuku for being quirkless. As for the ignorant blonde of the bunch, he continues to unapologetically speak his stupid thoughts. "Are you sure he's the same guy?", the boy asks aloud.
"Oh, believe me" Shinso steps in between them to stop the discussion topic then and there. He gives them all a glare as he says, "He's the same guy."
Izuku Midoriya pulls a web patterned mask down over his head. The red facial covering conceals his hair down to his chin. Below the neckline is another layer of colorful spandex. With the same stitching pattern, just this one including a small spider emblem at the base of it, his torso is an embodiment of his transformation. The same symbol is on his back, either side of himself identifying exactly who he is now. With gloves and booties slipped on over his hands and feet that climb up a stairwell's rail beams, he adopts the guise of his vigilante persona. The Spectacular Spider-Man springs into action.
Thankfully because of everyone following the exact emergency route that they were told to follow, the hallways and everything else in between are completely empty. Izuku was capable of transitioning into his alter ego without any trouble finding a spot to suit up. Now, Spider-Man scuttles along the rows of lockers that U.A has set up everywhere. Until he switches to crawling on the ceiling instead, that is. He finds himself able to cover more ground quicker that way for whatever reason.
Spider-Man uses his Spider-Sense as a way to gain a sense of direction. It's a lot harder to navigate without a Spider Tracer to hone in on a specific danger, especially with the way this strange sensation spreads all throughout U.A entirely, but he does well when focusing on also what he sees ahead of him. It's like the vibrations of the alarms are bouncing off the walls and giving way to a bigger picture of his surroundings. He comes to a fork in the hall and relies on his instinct to know which way to go.
Spider-Man stops at a window, peering out of it. What he sees down past the courtyard is a crowd of reporters. The media frenzy of paparazzi alike are held back by U.A's security barriers but it's obviously enough of a problem to raise a concern to the school. Eraserhead and Present Mic were sent to intercept and respond to them, from the looks of things. But Spider-Man knows better than to believe a simple thing such as reporters trying to get through U.A's gates is enough to set off the building's alarms. This is either a coincidence or a distraction. He carries on with his crawl, continuing to trust his Spider-Sense in order to sniff out the real intrusion on U.A's property.
Spider-Man heads out of the building, up and out of a skylight. On the opposite side of the grounds is a communal garden. Down there is where he spots something out of the ordinary. A yellow figure destroys the property. Statues shatter and flowers are uprooted by some sort of concussive invisible force. It may not be evil per say but it's definitely worth looking into. Spider-Man swings down onto the scene.
"Are you mad that they don't grow any fruits with their vegetation? I'd assumed you'd be mad cause you're dressed like a pineapple", he plants himself on a tree trunk so that he can address U.A's intruder.
The yellow suited figure turns to face the vigilante, the fabric of the suit making them look like a walking pin cushion. Mounted to the person's arms are metallic gauntlets. Those must be what's causing all this property damage. "Spider-Man?!", the stranger staggers from his shock of seeing the vigilante, "What are YOU doing here?!"
"That's funny", Spider-Man fires globs of webbing at the mechanisms on the intruder's arms, "I was going to ask you the same question!"
But the vigilante's attempt to render the gauntlets useless is to no avail. The vambraces vibrate at a frequency that dissolves Spider-Man's web fluid. "Shocking! Isn't it?!", the pineapple patterned perpetrator boasts a little over the countermove.
"The only thing that's shocking me is that you thought it'd be a good idea to wear such a stupid outfit!", Spider-Man is quick with a retort of his own as he is quick to jump from his current tree to a new one.
In doing so, he dodges the concussive force that the gauntlets are capable of emitting. When the tree that he was originally on violently shakes all of its leaves loose, it's clear to him that the vambraces are a form of support gear to enhance the user's vibration quirk.
"You're one to talk!", the shocker attempts to give Spider-Man's body a shock. But the vigilante is more than capable of evading the concussive canons.
"Youch", Spidey sarcastically feigns being hurt. He clutches his chest like he's just had his name written in the Death Note, "Ya got me there."
The supposed vibration villain does manage to shock Spider-Man in another way though. By growling, "And I'm gonna get you behind bars as well."
"Huh?!", Spider-Man holds up his hands to signal for the guy to stop for a second, "Wait" He then forms the T sign to call for a, "Timeout!"
The shocking stranger, to his credit, does hold off on firing another concussive attack. "Timeout? There's no timeouts in battles", but only for a moment.
"Oh, right, Eraserhead and Electro said that too" Spider-Man leaps over a blast of vibrated air waves. "What do you mean you're gonna put me behind bars? YOU'RE the one destroying the ground that you're trespassing on", but he's not finished trying to work things out despite being under attack.
"I have a good reason for that", the property destroyer alludes to some sort of justification for what they're doing. Whether there is or isn't a solid excuse, the real shocker is that they don't let up on those concussive canon strikes. "You, on the other hand, are a vigilante!"
"Yeah, well, I'VE got a good reason for THAT" Spider-Man makes his counterpoint with a countermove; he swings a statue into the next vibrational air wave directed at him. "You really think you won't be put in jail for what you're doing here?"
The gauntlet gunner dithers a bit, "I didn't really plan on being caught but–"
"Oh, well that just explains everything then!" Spider-Man doesn't let them finish. He fires a glob of webbing to pelt the pineapple themed perpetrator with. "Jail is no fun, pal, I'll tell you that much."
"You've been?!", the yellow costumed character rips the webbing off of themself. Angerly, they fire another wave of vibrational force.
"Once", Spider-Man carries on with his usual antics as he dodges the basic blast that he's become accustomed to dodging by now, "In Monopoly."
"Very funny but you're gonna go to jail for real after I'm done with you", the self proclaimed enforcer of justice doesn't realize that Spider-Man has been getting closer & closer with every one of their concussive canon strikes.
Soon enough, Spider-Man is directly upon the guy. "I don't think so", Spider-Man grabs ahold of the man's metallic gloves and rips them off.
With the baddie beaten, all that's left to do is unmask them. Spider-Man pulls the person's face covering off. And is shocked to see a face as young as his own. The dude has a hairstyle exactly like Izuku's, just a black color tone rather than green. It's freaky enough to make Spidey pause.
"You went through a lot of trouble using reporters to keep the heroes here distracted just so that you can destroy a few flower pots", he tries getting his answers now that he's subdued the shocking stranger. Something is strange about their interaction and he'd like to get to the bottom of it still.
"Reporters? What are you talking about?" And as Spidey suspected, it's no shock for him to discover that there's a little more to this scheme than meets the eye.
"That wasn't you afterall.. ", Spider-Man muses aloud. He then shakes the guy in his grip and asks, "What were you trying to do here?"
The vibration villain, who's apparently not so much of a villain anymore, scrunches up his face in confusion. "It was just a prank, bro" The beaten bozo claims it was all an act of childish innocence, "From one hero school to another."
Spider-Man loses his hold on the pin cushion costume. He realizes then that the sense of unease he's had is still there. Despite having defeated what was presumably the intruder, his Spider-Sense is continuing to keep him alert that there's more afoot.
"Who gave you those gauntlets and told you to do this?", he worries that this whole prank thing was just another diversion to keep snoopy people like himself occupied.
The self proclaimed prankster catches on, noticing the shift in Spider-Man's behavior from quipping to serious. "A scraggly looking fella", the foolish youth recounts how he had been duped and used to manufacture this situation, "He looked a little older than me.. I don't know.. At the time, I thought to myself that he must have been an upper classman."
Spider-Man makes his way back into U.A's facilities, leaving behind what he deems less of a danger than whoever orchestrated this entire infiltration. Somebody thoroughly thought this out. Somebody up to what's more than likely a lot worse than messing up the school's garden. So he hurriedly scurries his way through hallways, this time relying on his senses more than just what he can see. His eyes told him that the problem was outside where the media and prankster were, but the real source of trouble is coming from within the school.
Spider-Man finds himself outside the teacher's lounge. The door is partially already slid open, left ajar. As he creeps closer to it, his senses trigger a stronger sensation of danger detection. Whoever is on the other side is assuredly the real threat here. Spider-Man readies himself before throwing the rest of the door open.
A mass of darkness swirls at the center of the room. If not for the lack of being sucked towards it, Spider-Man would fear that he's stumbled upon a miniature blackhole. But upon closer inspection, he realizes that the strange smog is shrinking, and with it also shrinks his Spider-Sense's level of danger magnitude. A lifetime of quirk analysis tells him that this is an escape route for the intruder that he's trying to catch. What he's seeing is some type of warpgate.
Spider-Man acts fast. Rather than recklessly throwing himself at the portal, he instead tosses one of his Spider Tracers towards it. The tiny tracking device gets thrown through the warpgate before it can close, making for a better fit through the reduced size of entry than Spidey himself would have. And then, with a wisp and a wither of the foggy substance he had seen before him, both the Spider Tracer and the portal are gone.
The white lenses on Spider-Man's mask tighten into slanted slithers when his eyes narrow. While he hadn't made it in time to catch the criminal in the act, he had at least managed to get a lead out. The signal has completely vanished, relocated somewhere far from here. But he and the escaped evil-doer can count on seeing one another again real soon. Eventually.
Yo Shindo of Ketsubutsu receives reprimanding for his 'harmless prank' between rival hero schools after being identified as the garden ruiner and having his support gear confiscated. He's given the joker card. Pinned alongside him on Nezu's investigative corkboard are the other members of the deck. The media frenzy, for example, is presented as an ace right alongside Shindo. It's a case built and decorated to track down whoever the king is. And being the curious critter that it is more than U.A's principal, Nezu keeps the wild card at the center of it all in order to keep things interesting; a spider scribbled in sharpie symbolizes the element separate from the rest of the deck as what makes this game so fun.
And while Aizawa would argue that this isn't a game, the logical man can appreciate what's been simplified and charted as such. Shota Aizawa, otherwise known as Eraserhead, has plenty of experience as an underground hero to have done similarly styled boards. It's easier to keep track of everyone's standing in a situation via identifying them by labels. Nezu much prefers using chess pieces or checkers but card games tend to involve gambling and gambling is just as significant in this game to make it an acceptable outlet.
The chimera-esk creature proudly presents the finished product of the corkboard. Aizawa looks at it through lidded eyes but that's also a look of acknowledgement when it comes to him. The underground hero that doubles as a teacher points out the lack of strings connecting the cards despite their suggested connections. "What are you implying this time?", his drawl resembles a growl that Nezu as an animal can understand quite communicatively without a full grasp on the understanding of human communication methods.
"Absolutely nothing!", Nezu finds it amusing that everybody always believes that it's hiding something (nevermind the fact that they're mostly more than usually correct to make that assumption) but the intelligent creature knows not to toy with humans too much since that can be bound to backfire someday otherwise, "It'd be foolish for us to jump to conclusions this early in the beginning."
Aizawa sighs. He'd roll his eyes if they weren't always too strained to do anything other than close. "Just tell me what you THINK is going on then", he's tired of just about everything but is especially tired of having to reiterate himself for Nezu's sake of being a constant troll.
"My theory is that there were a series of unfortunate events timed to take place all at the same time", Nezu clasps its paws and rubs them together, "It'd be just short of being a stroke of genius if it were more accurately set up."
Aizawa massages the space between his eyes, annoyed. "So was this not or was it an orchestrated attack?", he's always so short & simple; he's the type of man that wants to get straight to the point whereas Nezu is all about savoring the patient long haul to a proper endgame. Nezu loves that about their dynamic. That's why the principal wanted to employ the underground hero. It's all about the enjoyment that comes out of times like these.
"The difference between preparing a meal ingredient by ingredient and simply scooping everything into a bowl can sometimes heed similar results, but one of those two cooks is clearly more skilled than the other", Nezu puts it in layman's terms, "The same applies to a master planner. What was done today was a handful of chances taken to achieve a goal."
"So what does that mean? The person behind it all got lucky?", Aizawa places a thoughtful thumb below his chin; it's a posture he takes to having subconsciously when musing to himself.
Nezu grins, canines gleaming when exposed to the room's light. "It means whoever did this is still going through a learning curve", the principal knows from personal experience how to identify a teacher and student relationship, "This may have been a trial run for a grander goal", and so it would like to believe it knows what's happening behind the scenes here, "Which means there might be somebody else pulling the strings above them as their mentor even."
Aizawa nods along, following that logic. "Then there's no telling how deep this rabbit hole runs just yet", he can also imagine there being an even greater criminal network like the Yakuza potentially.
"Risks upon risks", Nezu gestures to the card display again, "Close encounters but none of them proven to be allies or enemies!" It's like the cards have only just been dealt and the true game is yet to start, "It's so exciting!"
But Aizawa is less than thrilled about that prospect. "It could be endangering our students", he reminds the principal of what's at risk should they gamble over a game of life and death.
"Even if one of our students is involved?", but Nezu maintains a grin due to being unphased.
Aizawa blinks back his surprise before asking for clarification on what's just been implied, "Are you saying there's a traitor?"
Nezu points out with a claw tipped finger that there are still other aces in the deck yet to be identified, "Gardens aren't the only places that have plants", the sadistic thing giggles with giddiness.
Aizawa puts it together. Young minds can easily be manipulated and used. Just like Yo Shindo was forced into doing the bidding of a villain without realizing it. "Riddles and word games? Are we dealing with someone like you?", he can see how somebody as cunning as Nezu could pull such a sociopathic scheme off.
"Like the media, they had us tuning our attention to all the wrong things" Nezu continues grinning over the prospect of having a playing partner as skilled as it to have as an opponent, "There's several stories at play here."
Aizawa refrains from cursing. He's been able to deduce and crack a lot of cases as an underground hero but an evil mastermind as smart as Nezu is a whole other breed. With threat levels as great as this, he has no choice but to play along. "The security barrier was compromised", he reports his own discoveries to add to the investigation. "We found that it was tampered with", he saw with his own eyes that the barrier was reduced to dust in order to let the reporter mob in, "Decayed.. By a quirk no doubt."
"That much we can concur is a step taken by our up and coming villainous plotter", Nezu hums while going over the corkboard display setup again.
They're both thinking of the means to the end. Aizawa is just the first to ask it aloud as a question, "And do we know what that step was taken towards doing?"
"Nothing of value was stolen", Nezu has already had U.A staff do a sweep of the school to have spotted anything unusual had there been anything obvious. And so, whatever the villain's goal was must have been achieved successfully. Or aborted last second with Spider-Man's unanticipated involvement. Nezu eyes the wild card. "In all of the sloppiness, they were careful to be tidy where it mattered..", but the animalistic eyes steer back to the unmarked king in time.
"A coverup", Aizawa feels a sense of dread over the curtain yet to be pulled back. "Whoever is REALLY pulling the strings used their protege's inexperience as an advantage", it's an impressive calculation on the planner's part that makes the experienced hero worry about who they may be up against.
"Shocking!", but Nezu is only spurred on even greater by the promise of a challenging foe, "Isn't it?"
Much to his credit, Izuku decided to stick around for his remaining classes rather than go venturing out as Spider-Man. After such a crazy incident, it would have been a little harder than normal to come up with a good excuse this time as to why he'd slip away. The shots to sell a story reason would work against him. And he also figured that since this time the crime came to him that there was no need to go seeking it out.
Until now. Donning his alter ego as Spider-Man yet again, he journeys into the city. He plans on mostly doing his usual patrol routinual swings. But it's also a way to test the frequency band between his Spider-Sense and the Tracer support item connected to that sense. The closer that he gets to the signal's source, the better that he's able to track it. Like back at the school though, the problem is his feeling spreads all throughout the city. It could be pinpointed anywhere.
Spider-Man wonders if the villain is just somewhere super far out of range or if his tech doesn't work from an underground evil lair should that be the villain's hideout. Either way, it's a wasted attempt at tracking down the U.A intruder. He stops to rest on the side of a skyscraper. There he contemplates what to do next with himself. He can continue swinging around and wait for a possible pickup of the signal. Or he can call it a night and head home so that he can catch up on his much needed sleep.
Wherever his Spider Tracer got warped to, it's probably not going anywhere else any time soon. That's what he tells himself anyways. And so, he decides to leave it be. Tomorrow is another day.
But as Spidey swings his way home, he has his doubts over whether or not he's doing the right thing. Especially when the atmosphere of danger he had been feeling all evening sharpens abruptly as night falls. It hadn't been and still isn't his Spider-Sense though, but something else. Just good old fashioned worry.
AUTHOR NOTES
Did this chapter shock you at any point? The previous one must have based on some of these comments/reviews that we're about to get into!
I'm glad that you're on board with the kiss, Wynnt'r, I was a little wary to write it in - but I do plan on meshing Izuku's love life with the way that Peter's works (complicated) so there will be plenty more romance drama opportunities regardless!
I actually already have plans on who Black Cat will be character crossed with (sorry to say it won't be Camie, though I get the idea is probably based on the leather suit) and that's something that will definitely stir up the aforementioned romance drama when it happens! So, stayed tuned Mob.k!
I appreciate the time you took to write so much feedback, Guest! I'll try and find a good balance of the good & bad that Izuku experiences as Spider-Man, but no promises that it'll ever be easy for him since I'm one of those sadistic writers that enjoys making Spidey suffer (it's such a great relatable part about his character while also staying true to the theme of responsibility!) and I can promise that will all come in the forms of drama you mentioned!
Lady Deadpool filling in for the author on this one! Hi Thunder Buddy! I had to reference the person who made it possible for my existence in this story to even happen, so the pleasure is all mine! (Thanks, Jesus!) And I'm glad that you liked how I was written in because otherwise I would have had to probably kill the author and then myself.
Okay, that's the last time I allow Lady Deadpool to take the wheel.. Probably..
Next time, the course of the story changes with something UNFORESEEN happening!
Boobies~
What?
Just thought some of the readers would appreciate the thought being subliminally planted in their heads!
-Courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Deadpool Knockoff!