The images shown to Toshinori were of five individuals. Three of them were distorted, one was covered in darkness, and one was fully visible for they appeared in front of the morning sun. The one that's exposed by sunlight is a rocky-skinned individual and seems large for his size. The distorted three he just didn't know. The one covered in darkness he could tell all too well by the head shape and posture. All for One.
"You can already tell who your archnemesis is. That is an instinct among the purest of heroes. Since we do not know of the three in the distorted images, I just just explained the one we do know. The brute looking fellow with black spiky hair and rocky skin is named Gigantomachia. In the past, he was a vicious villain who relied on his power and strength to cause devastation wherever he is. However, he's gone silent and is in hiding. Other than that, their exclusion from society had drawn some worries to certain investigators in the United Nations and thus giving us the excuse of creating the SHIELD Japanese division in Tokyo.", explained Carter.
"Even your disguises have disguises", said Nezo.
They looked to Nezo who observed the holographic screens for the slightest detail. He then turned to Carter with a blank expression.
"All for One surfacing into the world once more is without a doubt a major threat to society, but I feel there is more to this interest you have with All-Might and his successor. From the tone of this play on words you seem to do when trying to indulge us, it's as if there's another threat looming at the horizon. So answer me this, what exactly are you trying to protect Midoriya, and to an extent the world from?", said Nezo.
Carter closed her eyes and thought it through.
"You were right, nothing gets past this guy", Carter said to Jimmy.
"Told you", said Jimmy.
Very well, Nezo. the truth then", said Carter as she tapped her communicator to release a holographic file. As it opened, several new images revealed both her, Jimmy, and the rest of their fellow reincarnates.
"For a while now, SHIELD has held the stability that this world depends on. With the unpredictability that quirks have on society, we ensure the safety and order of countries everywhere. We exist, because there is a darkness that had been slowly conquering Europe for the last thirty years. A darkness that has allowed evil to exist mainly for their own insatiable means. A darkness known only as Hydra", explained Carter.
"The rumored terrorist group from forty years ago. They are said to be a myth with barely any evidence to their existence", said Nezo.
"Unfortunately, they're real. All too real and has been a pain in our asses for far too long. The only ones to believe they are real are members within the United States congress and the European rebels. Modern day censorship has become a liability for us at trying to establish allies with the other countries", said Carter.
She then summoned more holographic screens which displayed more than enough evidence to prove the existence of Hydra.
"SHIELD and Hydra had been fighting in the shadows of the civil wars that plagued Europe. As of recent events, We've been winning through the liberation of Italy and Finland. However, other threats are soon coming to make things worse for us. As you can see, we have held classified information of many anomalies within the world. A cult of prophets that seek to establish a new world order through the manipulation of history itself. We speculate that they have influence over many social outlets. Energy readings that spike randomly within the center of the northern polar axis of the Earth. This had resulted in several missing public planes from major airlines. Extraterrestrial life from unknown worlds is given refuge within our secured settlements on Area 51. Unnatural weather occurring in Iceland that resulted in the destruction of several military ships from both Britain and Spain. And most peculiar of all are these mysterious satellite images of electronic and protonic disruptions within a remote region known as the Horn of Africa. What makes it more an oddity is that the disruption originates where a terrible event had occurred 27 years ago. It was the year 2148, a meteor had impacted the land that bordered the african countries of Azania and Ghudaza. When it made impact, the crater it left had released a vibrant purple mist that had covered what was once a newly established settlement that held a growing population of South Africans. The mist held a metallic pathogen that corresponds to the biology of the African like lethal virus. The meteor had killed hundreds, but the mist killed thousands. Foreigners and non-African were immune to the mist for reasons unknown. It is for this case SHIELD had made outposts to monitor the mist for the possible situation when the pathogen mutates and infects other countries. Years after, the mist had faded away and we had lost contact with that outpost.", informed Carter.
Toshinori and Nezo were stupefied at what they were hearing. Everything the Director of SHIELD had just proclaimed were things that could have been said by a nutty conspiracy theorist. The images that they were seeing were just too convincing to be put aside.
"Why tell us this? What does this have to do with Yuuei and Midoriya?", asked Nezo as Yagi continued to study the images. A part of him couldn't believe that these were happening in the world. Why hasn't anyone noticed any of it.
"If you wish to know more, Nezo, then I suggest this", answered Carter as she handed out a pamphlet that read World Security Council.
Upon Nezo picking up the pamphlet and looking through its content, Carter shifted her eyes at the mind blown All-Might.
"All-Might, as much as you find it hard to believe, you are going to be a part of a much bigger universe. From the ashes of all of your past battles, new evils will rise and you alone won't be able to stop them. With your current condition and as blunt as it may sound, you don't have much time left to see these threats come. That's why we wish to promote you with your goal to make Izuku the next worthy heir to your power. For when that storm comes, it will be all hands on deck and believe me your power will be needed. So will you trust us with your secret?", said Carter.
Although he had the choice to say no, Toshinori Yagi knew that no matter what may occur next, SHIELD has been intertwined within both his and Midoriya's life. Maybe with everyone in Yuuei as well. If what Director Carter said is true, then more than just your typical back alley thug will appear to bring fear and destruction to the innocent.
"Whether I have a choice or not, you've already made your presence here known. There will be some instability for when SHIELD agents and pro-heroes start working together, but some help is always appreciated for when that storm of yours does come. I'll work with you, but Midoriya is just a kid. Remember that, he isn't a soldier", said Yagi.
"Rest assured, All-Might. I recognized the fact that he is your successor. Much like yourself, I seek to gain the same progress with the four boys that will join him in the hero course", said Carter.
… Flashback End …
As the two sides eyed each other, Carter ended it by reminding the number one hero why she was there.
"Understand, I only want for our two groups to help each other. That is what's best for society for when new threats come", whispered Carter.
"I get that. Let's just hope your boys aren't a bad influence on him, seeing how they are his bodyguards", whispered back Toshinori.
"On that, we agree", finished Carter. After that, Principal Nezo was informed by Snipe that it was time to release the zero pointers.
"I see. Well then, shall we see if your youth department representatives are up for some rather high stakes obstacles?", asked Nezo.
"You'll be surprised by the results. Those boys had made it their goal to become better than any pro-hero out there in the world. So proceed as scheduled", answered Carter.
… Back in Battle Center C …
"You've got to be kidding me? They really expected these rookies to fight that. No wonder entry numbers are so low for this academy", said Eddie as he observed the other applicants running from the zero pointer. Looking at it, he could see why it would be pain for some to even combat it. The metal exterior must be hard to penetrate due to the bolky-like shape, not to mention the height disadvantage as well. He shifted his eyes to the far end of the street. From on top of the building he was on, he could see the frog girl from before keeping her distance from all the panicking.
Eddie then activated his quirk to sense the emotions of everyone in the battle center. A majority of everyone were either scared or cautious to where to be on avoiding the massive robot. But not her. To him, she felt like a constant river of calmness that led to a sunny pond covered in lily pads.
'Man, what's her name again? Tsuyu, was it. She really knows how to be chill in the most ridiculous situations', thought Eddie.
As he was daydreaming, Eddie felt a sudden rush of panic from someone on top of a building four blocks to his left. The zero pointer had slammed its arm near the top of the structure where a six-armed, silver-haired teen was trying to keep steady. Before the teen could make the leap, the part of the building he was on collapsed and headed straight for the ground.
Realizing it was time to move, Eddie reformed the symbiote biomass to his limbs and web-swung his way to the falling teen.
'Erik is probably tearing into his own giant robot. Creed and Doom are just going to be stubborn and fight theirs anyways. Might as well get some street cred myself', thought Eddie as he shoots a web line to the six-armed teen. Pulling himself toward his objective, he gripped the falling debris and had a hand on the teen.
"Hi, no time to explain, so just get ready", said Eddie to the teen who was caught off guard by the suddenly appearing American. The six-armed teen was also confused, because the foreigner was speaking to him in english. The only word he understood was "ready", but it was too late to encrypt the rest of the American's sentence for when said American wrapped his waist with some kind of webbing. This action caused the six-armed teen to be pulled by the other end of the web line that was connected to the building that Eddie was previously on.
Now having saved the falling freakshow, Eddie was alone with the collapsing building chunk and devised the perfect way to beat the giant mechanical headache. Positioning himself on his secret weapon, he shoots out web lines from his left and right for the perfect slingshot move. He then shot both him and the building chunk toward the head of the zero pointer. To give more power for the impact, halfway to his destination he pushed his projectile with enough force from his legs to give more speed. The result was the building chunk being smashed into the zero pointer's red lenses. It was blind now, but it still held to life as it bashed its arms at the building surrounding it in an attempt to eliminate what caused this to it.
While still in the air, Eddie rapidly fired over a hundred web bullets at the robot's arms. This caused the arms to be slowly stuck to any building that survived the onslaught.
Descending from his position, Eddie frantically looked for a weak point to exploit.
"Weak spot, weak spot, weak spot", said Eddie. Upon setting his eyes at the robot's midsection, he noticed slight openings into the interior of the robot.
Web-zipping to the weak spot, Eddie clung to the bolk and morphed both of his arms into two massive blades that pierced into the metal. Creating a wide enough entry, he then crawled inside and all presence of him was now hidden.
Outside, the zero pointer had finally freed itself from the webbing but still lacked its eyes. Due to its shape, it could not investigate the hole that was left by the American. Suddenly, a large black organic blade painfully pierce out of its left hip. It then returned inside the mechanical, only to exit out of the right shoulder. The blade once again returned into the mechanical body, but then dozens of black organic blades had started to mow through the joint that connects the right arm to the shoulder. This resulted in the right joint becoming shredded and the right arm falling off, collapsing to the street below. Weaken. Torn. Internally disemated. The Zero pointer just stood there. Its own circuits are failing it. It could only wait for something else to happen.
Very violently, another dozen black blades had started to shred through the neck. After a solid minute of violent internal stabbing, the blades returned into the mechanical body and something else from within was lifting the massive separate robot head.
Eddie Brock stood atop the ruined neck and held the head high. Letting out an audible loud grunt, he threw the head down to the street, making sure that it didn't land on anyone. Standing proud and intimidating, he pounded his chest and let out a victory cry.
Whether he didn't know or didn't care, this display of true physical strength had caught the attention of everyone in battle center C. All were in shock for what they had witnessed.
"Holy shit, did you see that foreigner go? He took on the zero pointer", said an applicant.
"I don't anyone here has a quirk that could take that thing on", said a crestfallen teen who didn't earn enough points.
"But why did he even go after it. There aren't any points to it", said a female applicant.
"Who cares about that? He just took it on. Just who is this guy?", said a freaked out applicant.
Among the many stunned teens that were there, the frog girl and the six-armed boy were there as well and were astonished by what they saw.
"Amazing. He knew exactly where to attack by first glance. His move against zero pointer had to be intertwined with saving me as well. And that quirk, whatever that black substance maybe it definitely is something to reckon with", said the six-armed boy
"He really made us work to get our own points. Just what kind of hero could you be, Eddie Brock?", said Tsuyu with a tilt of her head.
… Meanwhile in Battle Center D …
"Oh please, is this really all that Yuuei can deliver? Honestly, I fought sentinels more fearsome than this marching scrap pile", said an unimpressed Erik.
Atop his building, Erik Lesher observed the chaos the zero pointer of his battle center had brought. It was a mechanical brute, nothing more. By sensing with his manipulation of electromagnetic fields, he could easily tell how many bolts and steel was used in the making of the machine. Feeling his internal clock telling him that the exam was almost over, he decided it would do him best to earn a reputation of superiority by destroying this oversized toy. After all, Doom would do the same just for the sake of one upping each other.
Flying to his target, Erik stopped directly in front of the zero pointer. This caused the robot to see a floating applicant glaring at it. It would then raise a metallic fist in the air and drive it straight at the German teen. However, one motion from Erik's hand caused the metal fist freeze in place. With a vicious swipe from his right hand, Erik had also torn the left arm of the zero pointer and made each of the limb's parts be separated ganged projectiles. Bringing his hands out in front of him, he had launched all massive metal shrapnels at the robot. Each piece berated the zero pointer to the point of disarray that most of its interior had ceased working.
Although the robot was partially destroyed, it still held on to life. Erik would then make one last display of his power and used his magnetism to lift the mechanical body above the fake city. Erik then balled his hands into fists which caused the robot to twist into a mangled mess. Placing it back on the streets, he then focused on the twisted head of the robot.
Motioning his hands in a way similar to wet clay scalping, Erik molded the twisted head into a metallic throne with a flat platform. He floated toward the platform and upon standing on it he took off the band that held his long white hair. As the winds blew his hair slightly, he sat on his throne and wondered how Doom was going to out do this. Looking down, he could see the faces of the astonish filled applicants. This would no doubt get him into Yuuei. A school meant for heroes. For Erik Lesher, they better deliver the quality of education that could only be approved by his old friend, Charles Xavier.
… Meanwhile in Battle Center E …
"There, another one"
Within the streets of the fake city, the last of the mock villains had been defeated. It was the last surviving robot to still inhabit the city until it had been shut off by an unseen target pressing its deactivation switch. The glowing red fading from its lenses, the robot collapses to the ground and the tapping of bare feet could be heard after. The disembodied footsteps then moved around the corner to see that there was now no luck in obtaining more points. For the streets were littered with wrecked bodies of the mock villains.
"Seriously, there's no more robots on this block. Well, it's a good thing I was able to get enough. But still, I head from the other that some jerk had taken most of the mock villains. I wonder who he might be to get that many points in just short time"
This disembodied voice belonged to an invisible girl named Toru Hagakure. A simple girl who was filled with excitement and cheer. Someone who adores the precious things in life and is willing to make the best out of anything. Inspired by so much of the heroics that she has seen in the media, she was determined to get into the hero course by passing the yuuei entrance exam. Unfortunately, she had never known that this year would be the most difficult for any new applicants to participate in.
The written part of the exam was hard enough, but the actual exam was pretty much a scavenger hunt for any mock villains still operating. She knew that she couldn't do much with her quirk. After reading the exam pamphlet, she strategized to use her quirk to evade any mock villain movement and aim for their deactivation switches. She had managed to gain a few that fled to the built-in outskirts of the city. She wondered why they would run away instead of fight, but remained focused on the points she needed. After gaining her points, finding more was going to be difficult.
Returning back into the city, Toru had been informed by another applicant that most of the robots had already been destroyed. Apparently, there is a foreigner who kept hogging all the robots to himself due to how cheatsy his quirk was. She was glad that she had enough to pass, but if she ever meets that foreign guy then she gives him a piece of her mind.
Toru was then brought out of her thoughts when the ground started to rumble and loud stomping could be heard. She could hear it coming from around the corner, but a loud explosion could be heard and it signaled her to just get out of there. She ran as fast as she could, but then the zero pointer had revealed itself as it thrashed through the block.
Toru kept running until she had made a good enough distance and was beside a building. She peeked the corner to what the giant robot was doing. To her confusion, it was just flailing around and hitting nothing in particular. That when she saw it. Violent flares of some green vibrant mist had scraped away chunks of the robot's body. It then punched a building, but had missed its intended target. The target had been trying to vanquish had just then risen from the rubble and soared with the green vibrant mist from before. The person was a hooded figure with the body shape of a male. The green mist was coming from his hands and legs. The attacker then released a volley of misty projectiles that kept tearing into the machine. The zero pointer had then flail again and this time got the attacker. Before the blow that had done him in, the hooded boy summoned a shield of the green mist that eased the force of the impact, but still sent the boy hurtling towards Toru's direction.
Seeing this, Toru backstep to let the hooded boy pass her to avoid collision. The boy passed her, but didn't hit the ground violently. He instead backflipped midair and fired the green misty energy from his hand to break his momentum. Steadying himself, the hooded boy stood tall and rolled his shoulders. Seeing the zero pointer noticing that he is still alive, the boy removed his head covering to reveal his glowing green eyes, a small faded scar on his left cheek, and his fringe brown hair.
Noticing the boy's facial feature, Toru assumed that this could be the foreign applicant that had taken most of the mock villains. She wondered why on Earth that this foreigner would be taking on the zero pointer. It was merely an obstacle to avoid.
She was taken out of her thoughts when the said machine had started to move once again. The massive robot began to crawl closer to its opponent. Toru's eyes then shifted to the boy in the middle of the street. He let out a tired sigh and began to walk to the direction of the zero pointer. He then started to sprint, emitting the green misty energy through his legs to make himself faster. The zero pointer's right fist came down, but missed as the foreigner leaped a great height. Landing further on the robot's arm, he sprinted upward to the shoulder as charged a green orb that gleamed brighter as he sprinted higher. The left mechanical hand was inching closer to the foreigner, but it was too late as the bright green orb erupted into a blazing beam of green energy that combusted through the robot's head. Leaning to its right, the zero pointer collapsed on the row of buildings causing a domino effect of destruction.
With the robot dead and the exam reaching its end, the street of the conflict was heavily covered in a dusty cloud. It was enough to force Toru to go into a fit of coughing. She tried to clear her vision from the dust, until a green vibrant shockwave removed the cloud from the area. Emerging victorious, the foreigner walked out of the street and held his right arm. Lowering the right sleeve, he could see the slight corrosion starting to appear on his skin.
Toru continued to observe the odd but powerful foreigner. He was looking at his arm for some reason. She was about to walk closer to him, until she felt something small bop her head. She looked up to see a chunk of debris falling to her. With a small shriek, she huddled and prepared for the painful collision. However, the pain didn't come and she looked to see the concrete chunk floating with a green misty hue. She turned to her right to see the foreign boy holding up the chunk with his quirk whatever it may be.
The foreigner looked around the area. He heard the scream and stopped the debris knowing that it was the cause of it. Remembering the bioscan from before, he can assume that this was the invisible girl. Feeling the corrosion, he threw the debris further into the outskirts to let his arms finally rest. He then walked past the invisible girl, not caring where she was. Already feeling the inevitable curiosity within the female Japanese adolescent, he decided to humor the exchange.
"Wherever you are, I suggest regrouping back with the other applicants. Our part in this entrance exam is now over", he said in perfect Japanese.
"Hey, wait", she called out.
The boy stopped his walking and turned to see nothing, but the sound of feet tapping the road could be heard. He released a low misty cover on the road and saw two narrow gaps, signaling him where the girl stood.
"Your quirk is really cool. You just fought that massive robot and won. I heard that some foreign guy was hogging all the points, but after seeing all that it's hard to guess how you do it", Toru said excitingly.
"That zero pointer was merely a demonstration of my superiority. Nothing more. I half expected someone else to fight with that mechanical annoyance. It appears that I'm the only one here with will to take on the odds. If those Yuuei staff members can even recognize talent, then they would best recognize mine", the foreigner said.
"Wow, you do kinda sound like a jerk. But you saved me, so you can't be all bad. And your Japanese is on point, what's your name anyway?", Toru asked.
"Victor von Doom. Goodbye now", answered Doom as he continued his walk to the exit. Left by herself, Toru now more conflicted whether this foreigner is a nice guy or a bad guy. And that name as well? What kind of a last name is Doom anyway? Not heroic.
… Meanwhile in Battle Center B …
"Hey you stupid Gaijin, that was my kill", yelled an applicant.
"Didn't see your name on it, fuck boy", Creed yelled back in Japanese to piss off the applicant even more.
This had been a repetitive thing Creed had committed during the exam.
'Okay, I already got enough points to pass. Been having them since I've taken points away from these amateurs. If Izuku is bright enough and ballzy enough to have gotten his own points, then I just have to keep taking points away so that Izuku's score is among the top fifteen', thought Creed.
Smelling the air, Creed could tell that there were now more people than robots. His nose then picked up a familiar scent and he ran towards it. After nine annoying months, he could recognize that scent anywhere. The smell of Izuku's pathetic tears was all over the place. Through the smoke and teenage bullshit, the Canadian spotted his crybaby neighbor panting with his hands on his knees. He came up to Izuku and brought him up to their current status.
"Izuku, come on man no time to slow down", said Creed.
"Ah, Creed-san?!", said a surprised Izuku.
"Please tell me you have more than five points", said Creed.
"I don't have any. All-Might's training will be for nothing", Izuku said with teary eyes.
Creed then slapped his forehead and let out a disgruntled exhale. "You're really not making my life easier, dude", said Creed in annoyance.
It was then that loud stomping could be heard from around the corner and revealed to be the zero pointer mock villain. As Izuku Midoriya was shaking with anxiety, Victor Creed was up to here with the shit Yuuei had to deliver now.
"Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me? Izuku, get moving and try to get some points. I'll deal with this", said Creed as he walked to the direction of the chaos.
Izuku would have argued that there was no way for the Canadian to fight something that big, but he was too shell shocked by fear to even move from his position on the ground. Remembering his original problem, he struggles to his feet to move and acquire any points that were still possible to obtain. Though his eyes were filled with tears, his ears picked up on a cry of pain from a familiar voice. Turning around, he could see the pretty girl from before stuck in some rubble. Tears fading away and a new found strength in his heart, the green-haired fanboy got back up and took off into a sprint.
Unknown to the two neighbors, a certain glasses wearing applicant had just witnessed them as he fled from the zero pointer. He had seen the rude foreigner stand tall and held a glare at the impossible odd in front of him. The curly-haired one was frightened to his core. It then came to the glasses wearer's surprise to see said curly hair teen to get up and start running to the zero pointer. 'Why would he do such a thing? There's no way of beating that obstacle', he thought. That was when he saw the girl that was in trouble.
Victor Creed headed toward his next target. He didn't care whether it was big or not. He knows the three assholes he calls teammates must have already taken care of theirs. He will not be the only one to not have taken out a giant robot. It was then that he picked up on Izuku's scent being on the move. He turned around only to see his neighbor launching himself from the ground and heading toward the zero pointer with great speed. 'Izuku', Creed as he witnessed the most devastating punch in this second life. This is the potential of One for All. he looked back down on the street to see the brown haired girl from before looking at Izuku as well. Her face told of the astonishment she was feeling. A smirk then appeared on creed's face
"And you said you didn't like her that way, you green-headed liar", said Creed as he looked back up at a descending Izuku. His smile then went away as he realized something.
"OH SHIT, HE HAS NO WAY OF LANDING", yelled Creed as he took off to a building and started to climb rapidly with his claws.
Izuku was quickly descending as the terrifying reality of his arm and legs being broken was still fresh in his head. Submitting to his fate, he let out a scream as he prepared to meet face first into the street. This would never happen due to the sudden force that clung to him and latched on the building to his left. Feeling his waist wrapped in an arm, his eyes followed the limb to see that it was his Canadian neighbor saving him from the fall.
"What you just did, Izuku, confirmed to me about one aspect about you. You do have the balls to take action", said Creed as he flashed a toothy grin to Izuku. The two had then landed safely on the sidewalk next to the brown haired girl. Placing him gently on the black pavement, Creed examined Izuku's condition. To him, Izuku looked like a broken stretch armstrong.
"Hey, is he alright?", asked the brown haired girl.
"He's still breathing. He just needs a lot of icy hot for his broken parts", Creed answered as he picked up one of Izuku's injured legs. He then hears whimpers from Izuku.
"Now… if I could just get a single point", croaked Izuku as he tried to crawl away with his only working arm. Remembering that the fanbot didn't have a point to his name, Creed knew that it only meant one thing.
"TIME'S UP. THE TEST IS OVER", announce Present Mic.
With all hope gone, Izuku passed out on the pavement next to Creed. The Canadian looked down at the broken boy and knew that it meant that SHIELD would have to pull a few strings to keep their group close to Midoriya.
"I would say you did your best, but then that would just be putting more salt in the wound", said Creed in a terrible attempt to lighten the situation. He then nudged Izuku's body with his right boot.
"Damn, you really are knocked out. I guess more work for Doom to try to get that quirk of yours stabilized. Looks like today was a bust, come on you bastard. Let's get you to a doc", said Creed as he picked up Izuku and placed him over his shoulder. As he walked with his unconscious neighbor, he had to restrained himself from violently attacking the other applicants due to their annoying stare and dickish comments on Izuku's display of power.
'That's right, let me hear it assholes. You all know that this kid is going to be better than you someday', thought Creed as he kept his pace to leave the crowd with his neighbor. He didn't even pay attention to the glasses wearing jerk from the entrance gate still observing both him and Izuku.
"Go home lads, I'll take it from here", Creed had then stopped his walking and raised an eyebrow at the new voice. In front of him, a small old lady dressed in a nurse get ip was heading his way.
"Excuse me sonny, do you mind if I take a look at him", asked the small old nurse.
"So you're the school nurse?", asked Creed as he had lowered Midoriya for the nurse to examine him.
"That I am. I'm Recovery Girl. oh dear, it seems his own quirk had inflicted a lot of damage to his limbs. From the look of things, it seems your body and your quirk aren't in sync with one another", examined Recovery Girl.
"But you can fix him, right?", asked Creed.
"With my quirk, he'll be just fine. Though, I recommend that he get some bedrest", said Recovery Girl as she smooched Izuku's broken parts. An action that had made Creed really glad that he had a healing factor.
"Alright, thanks. I 'll be sure to take him home", he said as he placed Midoriya back over his shoulder.
"Normally, I would suggest he stay on school grounds and rest in the nurse's office. However, I'm aware of the arrangements that Principal Nezo has established for this year's partnership with SHIELD, as well as All-Might's part in it. So go ahead and take him where he'll be needed", said Recovery Girl.
"Whatever you say, Lady. If we're lucky, you'll be seeing this guy more often. Then again, maybe that's not a good guy", said Creed as he continued to carry Midoriya out of the battle center. As the two finally got out, Creed took him to the locker rooms to get changed.
Leaving a sleeping Izuku on one of the benches, Creed ignored the stares of the other applicants who were unnerved by the situation of a foreigner carrying their unconscious countrymen. After a shower and a change of clothes, Creed continues to carry Midoriya to the bus stop. There, he reunites with his team.
"Hey assholes, how was your exams", greeted Creed.
They turned around to see Creed and, oddly enough, an unconscious Izuku.
"Creed, why is our objective currently in this state and was it you that did this to him?", demanded Doom.
"Relax, point dexter. He's just tired and trust me he deserves some rest after the bullshit today", said Creed.
"Let me guess, he didn't score any points", said Erik.
"Bingo" responded Creed.
"That isn't going to do well for Carter. Did he at least show some display of potential? Otherwise, this whole operation was a failure to begin with", said Doom.
"Believe me, he was able to pull something off. And if they ignore that, then their fucking blind", said Creed.
"Let's hope it's enough. I really want to get to my apartment and chow down. So, did you guys beat your zero pointers?", said Eddie.
"It was too easy", said Erik.
"I've destroyed mine, yes", said Doom.
"Midoriya took mine", said Creed.
"So that's what he did", said Erik.
"Pretty much. I'm telling you, if they have the nerve to just ignore that. Then the yuuei staff can just fucking go to hell", said Creed.
"I'm sure it'll be settled, Creed. It would be pointless to rant on about it", said the German teen. The four of them waited there upon the instructions given to them by Jimmy Woo earlier that day to be positioned at that specific bus stop for extraction. Just as expected, a navy blue van drove in on school grounds and stopped in front of the four ex-villains.
"Hello boys, I trust you did your finest on the entrance exam", said Carter who sat in the passenger seat.
"Better than some people", said Creed as he emphasized his point by seating Izuku on the seat next to him.
"How was the meeting with the rodent and the number one hero?", asked Doom.
"About as well as it could get. We are officially on beneficial terms with Toshinori and cross-cooperations are a go for our two groups", answered Jimmy.
"Speaking of All-Might, how did he and the yuuei staff take our performance?", asked Erik.
"The fact that you boys decided to fight the zero pointer didn't really surprise them. It was that you boys had defeated them is what got them. In Yuuei's history, there had only ever been one time when a young applicant had destroyed the mechanical brute models. That one time was when All-Might had applied during his younger years", answered Carter.
"So we have accomplished what All-Might had already done, I fail to see the value in that sentiment", said Doom.
"Before you decide to get ahead of yourself, remember that you're still a teenager. Don't try to be breaking any of All-Might's records so early", said Jimmy.
"For me, being young isn't a weakness. It is simply an annoying circumstance I'll have to bare through", rebuked Doom.
"Enough, Doom. For now, we can rest assured that you four will be entering Yuuei as its next first year students", Said Carter.
"So our first steps at being in a Japanese high school for three years starts now. Can't wait to see how early we fuck this up", said Creed.
"Have some optimism, Sabretooth. At least now, you and Eddie will stop taking Logan on those Vigilante runs. Now with the entrance exam done, all schools in the country will begin in one weeks time and it would be important for Logan to be ready for his first day of middle school", said Erik.
"Hey, he's my little brother. If there's anyone that can get him ready to be in school again, it's me", said Creed.
"Isn't it going to be awkward for him, if he's going to a student in the second year grade. Like he's not really going to have much of an impression, because everybody would already have a group to be with and just single him out as a loner", said Eddie.
"Don't get me started on that. It's all he keeps talking about. Not fitting in this and culture barrier that. Honestly, I keep telling him to just not give a shit how people feel about him", said Creed.
"Not really the best encouraging advice to give to one's brother", rebuked Erik.
"Man, whatever alright. If it will get you off my back, I'll talk to him about it once I get fanboy over here home. Speaking of which, hey Eddie, mind waking him up for me", said Creed.
Complying to the request, Eddie turned his fingers into black tendrils that entered Midoriya's body and awoke any inactive nerves that allowed adrenalin to flow through the body. Like a flick of a switch, Eddie removed his tendrils and Izuku woke up with a gasp of breath.
"What?! W-where am I? Creed-san, what's happening?", asked a frantic Izuku.
"Relax pal, the exam's over. We're heading home as we speak", said Creed as Izuku realized that he was in a van with his neighbor and the three foreigners from earlier in the morning.
"It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Izuku Midoriya. I'm Director Carter of SHIELD. Next to me is one of my top operatives, Agent Jimmy Woo. he has been overseeing the Japanese division over in Tokyo as its director, meanwhile being in charge of your neighbor and your three new friends", greeted Carter.
Izuku gulped at being in the presence of a very powerful international figure. The leader of SHIELD herself was right in front of him. Keeping whatever cool he barely has, he stummered a response to her greeting.
"H-hello Director Carter-sama, I really didn't expect to meet SHIELD agents this early. I haven't really learned any control for my quirk yet", said Izuku.
"You inherited the power of the greatest hero in three decades. It was going to be inevitable that you run into us", remarked Doom.
"O-oh, uh okay", stammered Izuku at the Latverian's authority.
"Listen, Midoriya. All you need to know is that we are here to ensure that you become everything you are destined to be. With the power you now wield, you will be guided by two sides now. All-Might and Yuuei will teach you to control and be in tandem with the quirk you are now pledged to. These four and SHIELD will see to it that you live long enough to become a great asset to the world. So for now, just keep going at your own pace. You are expected to master One for All before your graduation", proclaimed Carter.
And with that, Izuku's whole Yuuei career was given to him as he would follow a path filled with life long lessons and terrifying threats. However, he won't be alone. Ever since those nine months, Victor Creed and Logan had been there for him and became the bridge to what the young fanboy may expect on his way to becoming the next great hero of the world. Little did he know that thugs and villains were merely the least of his problem. For soon, he will come in contact with reincarnates from a whole other multiverse. Some might be heroes, but some might be villains. And some might be worse. Izuku will continue forward on this path, blissfully ignorant to the fact that his four new bodyguards were once the four most feared villains of the Marvel multiverse.
… Meanwhile in the Midoriya apartment floor …
To say he wasn't sure about anything was an understatement for young Logan. The thirteen year old Canadian sat at the couch staring at the entry papers for Soumei junior high school. With SHIELD influence provided by Jimmy Woo, entering middle school was the easy part. The hard part was accepting that he was going to be in school again. He and Creed hadn't really finished their elementary education and that they haven't gone through the first year of middle school education. Although, they had obtained the proper education from the SHIELD youth department and thus Creed was able to skip middle school entirely and go straight to high school. What he truly worried about was to be the outcast again. He remembered the lonely years of elementary. It had gotten better for him on the day he met Creed. But now, he was to take on middle school by himself.
At least Creed had a team with him, but Young Logan had no one to watch his back. He could only hope that they're weren't any jackasses in Soumei. If he ever ran into a single bully during his time as a second year middle schooler, then there are six very sharp bone blades that he would happily introduce them to. His worry filled mind was then taken out of its thoughts when a delicious smell hit his keen nose. Turning his head, he could see Mrs. Midoriya setting up the dining table with today's lunch. She had prepared noodle dishes with pork and seasoned broth. It had seemed forever ago since Creed and him had only store bought meals and frozen dinners. Now having become friends with the Midoriyas, they could actually have homemade food that could melt one's soul to euforia.
"Logan-san, your bowl's ready", said Inko Midoriya.
"Thanks, Mrs. M", said Logan as he moved to the table to dig in.
Just as his plastic chopsticks could touch the noodles, Logan's phone had vibrated. Getting it out, he read the notification of a text sent from Creed. It read that he and Izuku had arrived back at the apartment and were on their way up. A few minutes later, the taller Canadian and the fanboy had returned to their floor.
"Welcome back Izuku and Creed-san, how was the exam", greeted Inko.
"About as good as it would ever be. All we could do now is just that it was enough", said Creed.
"Uhm, yeah. It was really difficult… and scary", said Izuku.
"Scary? Annoying was more like it. Seriously, the first day of school hadn't even happened yet and already we ran into a jackass. If I ever see those glasses wearing assholes, then I'm going to shove those specs down his throat", said Creed.
"How stuck up was the guy?", asked Logan as his brother and neighbor sat at the table for their bowls.
"Like he wouldn't shut up about the littlest of things. If it wasn't for that asshole, then Izuku could have gotten lucky with one girl we met", said Creed. This had gotten a comment from the Midoriyas.
"WHAT", Freaked Inko.
"CREED-SAN, IT WASN'T LIKE THAT", shrieked Izuku.
"I'm just fucking with you, relax", dismissed Creed.
Later that day, Creed had instructed Izuku to just have hope on Yuuei's decision and let Carter deal with the rest. With his neighbor's unsureness settled with, the older Canadian retired to his apartment room where he found Logan on the couch still reading his entry papers. Sighing at himself, he decides to give Erik's advice a try. Seating next to his brother, he asks Logan what conflicts him.
"Is coming back to school still scaring you?", asked Creed.
"I'm not scared. I'm just not sure", answered Logan.
"It's nothing special. The grades can be changed by the SHIELD interface and I can just get Doom to tweak a few things. Hell, if you want I could ask him to change the lunch menus for the rest of the year to anything you like", said Creed.
His remark didn't eased the younger Canadian. Creed then realized why his little brother truly feels this way.
"Is that you might not meet any nice people?", said Creed.
"I don't care if I don't make any friends, but I don't want to have to fight anyone and then I'm being outed as the bad guy. If the bub wants to act like prick, then all I COULD THINK ABOUT IS BEATING THEM SENSELESS. You know?", said Logan.
As Creed processed what Logan had admitted, he thought to himself of the current condition of his brother's mental spectrum.
'Damn, even if he doesn't get his memories back. Parts of his old self are still trying to leak out. Any time soon, his berserker rage will return to him. I just hope it doesn't happen during his school days', thought Creed.
"Look, I get it. You don't want to show that you're just a violent guy. That you have other factors that could determine what kind of a person you are. All I could really say to you is to either have hope and by yourself or to just go with the flow of things and listen to the teacher. If some dick does want to try something to you, then you have the right to defend yourself. After all, remember what taught you", said Creed.
"Don't go for the head unless you're using fists. Pierce the limbs, but never the chest and don't slice off the limb either", said Logan.
"That's right. And hey, you're pretty much against bullying. That's one aspect about you that could get some friends. Plus, you took the same Japanese classes as me and the guys. You can pretty much understand and talk to them. Wouldn't hurt to be social, right?", said Creed.
"I guess", said Logan.
With the matter of social awkwardness dealt with, the Canadian brothers would wait a whole week for the day they return back to school. Even though it wasn't a school in Canada, they nonetheless will have to bear with it in their devotion for the mission. Creed hopes that it might go well for Logan. God knows he needs it. For him though, he couldn't care how it goes for him in Yuuei. He just knows that for the next three years that he and his team are to protect the successor to number one hero. This rest didn't matter. School work and teenage social shit can go to hell. Once the four of them graduate, the mission will end with Izuku becoming the next great hero and he and the boys can go back to being SHIELD agents. They can go back to cleaning up Europe and eliminating Hydra once and for all. After that, probability the next big fight and the next fight after that. He's then left wondering if there will be a time when there would no longer be any more battles.
"I guess I'll just off myself", said Creed with morbid humor.
Little did Victor Creed know that he, Erik Lesher, Eddie Brock, and Victor von Doom were now on a collision course with destiny as within the timespan of the week ahead two other reincarnates were about to be discovered. As their inner circle of reincarnates grew slowly, so did the world they now inhabit as more people, new and old, will soon be a part of their lives. Such occurrences were proceeding in two locations in the world as they slept. Much like the four former villains, these two reincarnates will soon be on course to becoming a part of this renewed cycle of heroes and villains.
… In the snowy reaches of Iceland …
Within a quint town that was settled in a valley, a lone tall figure trailed through the blizzard that roared that day. He wore thick winter gear and held a titanium wire rope over his shoulder. Behind him, the other end of the rope was attached to a massive semi-truck that held on to its cargo load. The weight of the heavy metal and the stored goods did little to break the walking pace of the figure. His trek as well as his escort would last for another hour until far off lights could be spotted.
"Finally, we're home", said the figure who continued to drag the massive truck through the snow. Reaching the center of the town, the citizens of the snowy valley greeted the figure warmly as some tended to the truck. Coming out of the driver's seat, the trucker exited with an old blanket wrapping him. He had been stuck in the blizzard for three hours, until his rescuer had arrived with the metal cable to pull him back home. The cargo in the back of the truck were stacked pallets filled with food, water, and winter necessities.
Removing his winter headwear, the figure was revealed to be a teenage boy with long brown hair. A toothy grin on his face and muscles that bulge through his coat. The boy was cheered upon by the townsfolk for his good deed. "Ormur", called the town's mayor.
The teen boy now named Ormur and the mayor who the town knows as Mayor Onic shook hands.
"Thanks for your assistance, lad. Poor tom would have frozen to death if not for you. He's back home and the town has everything it'll need to get past this snow storm", said Onic.
"It was nothing mayor. When word broke out back at West Valley that their neighbors were nearly low on goods, I volunteered to check on the roads to see if all ways weren't covered by the storm. That's when I spotted him", said Ormur.
"Aye, a shame we do not have many pro-heroes in these parts of Iceland. You might just be the one from what I hear from West Valley. Have you ever thought of joining a hero school?", asked Ormur.
"Not many hero schools in Iceland, Mayor", said Ormur.
"Well, it was just a thought for you to consider. After all, you are known as the strongest one in all of Iceland. Super strength and the use of lightning, winning combination I must say. Hell, they say you're even bulletproof", said Onic.
"They're just over-hyping it, but it's true. Till next time mayor", said Ormur who then took off into a sprint and made a great leap in the air.
With his good deed for the day done, Ormur leaped mile after mile to reach his hometown of West Valley. Each jump was assisted by a booming pulse of lightning that launched the strong teen higher. Feeling the air in his face and snow graze his long brown hair, he is left wondering what might be served for dinner back home. Hopefully a large plate worth of steamed pork and fried rice covered in melty cheese, sided with a tall pint of chocolate mead.
Reaching his destination, Ormur leaps above the town with a trail of blue lightning following him. Several of the town folks greeted him as they spotted him and he did the same. His series of leaps ended when he finally returned home. Through the gates, he stands in front of an orphanage that had recently gotten some its snow plowed from their walkways. The sign at the entrance read Borkurson Haven and smoke could be seen coming out of the chimney. Grinding his boots on the doormat and shaking the snow out of his hair, the young Icelander opened the door and was met by nothing but the sound of plates being shuffled.
Coming through the halls, Ormur enters the mess hall to see all the children eating their dinner. At the end of the room, the owners were serving the plates with only six children to serve. The owners are a married couple named Donarl and Kristine Borkurson. They inherited the orphanage from the last owner who passed away several years ago. Upon his funeral, it had been announced by the old owner to be the distant relative of Donarl. Unfortunately during the time of his service, he had left one orphan still unadopted. By the time of his death, the orphan the old owner left behind had become a teen and could no longer be optionable for adoption. That orphan was Ormur and he had taken up the role of West Valley's odd job taker and protector of Borkurson Haven.
For right now though, Ormur was hungry. He walks up to the people who he devotes his services to and greets them with how East Valley has been. "Ormur, how was the trucker? Did he make it out?", asked Donarl.
"Aye, he and the goods have made it to the East Valley. After a long trek through the blizzard, I would very much like to have my dinner before sleeping the night off", said Ormur.
"Your dinner's on the stove, Ormur. Go ahead and serve yourself", said Kristine.
"Thanks guys", said Ormur as he entered the kitchen. After serving himself and going upstairs, he goes into his room to enjoy his meal. Feeling a type of paper under his plate, he pulls it out to see that it was a note from Donarl.
"Ormur, there's a pint of chocolate mead under the bed for you. Don't tell Kristine though, from Donarl", read the note. Ormur smiled and finished the rest of his meal. Putting the plate aside, he looked under his bed to find a jar of his favorite mead. Gingerly opening the led, he chugged the drink. Half way into the drink, he seized his drink to look into the night sky through his window. He wondered if he ever did meet his parents, then would they ever allow him to drink at such a young age. He was only sixteen after all.
Going for another swig of his mead, he spotted something in the trees through his window. He then narrowed his eyes to try to see it better, but upon blinking it had vanished. He could have swore that it looked like a person. He then looked at his mead, thinking it was the drink. Shrugging it off, he continued to drink and then went to sleep. Unknown to him, what he saw in the trees was no illusion.
Within the snowy forest, Charles Barton had hid within the dark branches. He had held his breath when he noticed that the Iceland teenager spotted him. Luckly, the boy ignored it and the archer returned to the bioscan. The results he received from the biomatrix had left him stunned. In all his years of being SHIELD's reincarnate hunter, whoever this boy is was a first for Trickshot. It was serious enough to even contact home base on the secure line.
"This is Trickshot. Reporting a threat level orange. I repeat threat level orange", said Trickshot as he waited for a response.
"Forge here. Am I hearing this right, Barton? You got a theat level orange at your location?", asked Forge.
"The hell?! Forge?! Where's Peggy?", asked Trickshot.
"She's busy with some procedures over at the French outposts. Now repeat it back to me, you have something serious over in Iceland. What exactly is it?", asked Forge.
"The biomatrix performed a satellite bioscan on the whole nordic island and it pinpointed two suspicious positions. They both happened to be next to each other with a mile wide gap between them. One is a biological anomaly and the other held an energy signature not found on Earth. I checked out the bio and found his location at this village called West Valley. His exact location is this orphanage called Borkurson Haven. The target is a teenage boy of sixteen years. He shows extreme strength and manipulation over lightning. If the bioscans I took don't tell who this might be, then the resemblance might", explained Trickshot.
"Dear god. These bioscans are saying that his anatomy structure is the same as a human, but the genetic template is completely different. This is telling me that he doesn't have a quirk either, not a single quirk cell in his bloodstream. However, his body is emitting a slight energy signature similar to the other location. Connecting all the dots, that could only mean one thing", theorized Forge.
"That's right. For the first time in our years as SHIELD operatives, we're finally dealing with an Asgardian. And from the look of his face, I'm about to meet a relative of a certain thunder god we all know", said Trickshot.
"Let's not assume so quickly. Sure the powers he displays are that of Aesir Asgardian, but not much is telling us that this kid could be a part of the royal family. Still, it would be the biggest gamble to be involved with an iconic figure in the Norse pantheon. Mixing superheroes and gods could be disastrous, especially in a new Earth where everyone has superpowers", explained Forge.
"Couldn't be any further from the truth with that one. Now that I know what our target is, the next thing is to figure who he is through a personal observation. First though, I need to check that energy signature. From what the satellite scan showed me, it appears to be the source for this blizzard due to the cloud formation. Oddly enough, the blizzard had occurred a week before I got here. Two whole damn weeks of heavy snowfall", said Trickshot.
"You're right. At the same time, it's late and early. Definitely a weird weather occurrence. Most possible reason would be that you're not the only one after the Asgardian. And with Hydra dealing with our guys Frank and Percy in Europe, that could only mean…", pondering Forge.
"The Sons of Da Vinci", finished Trickshot.
"Most possibly. Continue with caution, Barton. These guys are not holding anything back when it comes to us", said Forge as he hung up. With his next objective clear, Trickshot traverses through the dense forest to reach the mysterious energy signature. After a mile of walking, he found a cave nearly covered in ice with a decent enough opening for entry. Upon entering the icy cave, he turned on the high definition night vision in his goggles to see through the darkness. He didn't really have a degree in geological studies, but the cave formation was rather off than what would be normally seen in nature. There was no natural rock formation, nor erosion that would have led to the cave's creation. It was as if something had plowed through the Earth's crust. Meteor probability? However as he went further down, the biomatrix notified him that he was getting closer to the source of the energy signature. Unfortunately, he had come across a dead end with the energy signature being behind a small cave in. taking out a high incendiary arrow, he stabs it into the rocky wall. The arrow then released enough heated plasma to melt through the rock and made it brittle for it to be excavated apart. With his adamantium sword piercing through the wall, it fell apart to create an opening that revealed the last thing Trickshot would ever see this early. Planted on curved rock, there laid the mythical hammer, Mjolnir.
Unknown to the archer vigilante, two new foes had arrived at the shores of Iceland. Wearing full black bodysuit with faceless metallic masks, two figures emerged from the freezing waters with heavy steps. They each had a number identifying them individually. The left one was number 1 and the right one was number 3. They were biologically augmented agents of the Sons they too were after the hammer.
… Somewhere in a remote location in Africa …
Deep within a jungle, an athletically built African teen stood in the middle of an opening. The only things he wore were a pair of slick black training pants with tribal patterns, a pair of opened toe training shoes, and a wooden mask carved with a feline-like appearance. What could be considered an oddity with his appearance was not his exposed chiseled chest or his muscular arms, but his panther-like tail that swayed behind him.
He stood there, hands balled into fists, as he looked at the weapon stabbed into the ground in front of him. A wooden staff and an oval shield to go with it. He goes on one knee and whispers a silent prayer to his gods. He then picks up his weapons and mentally prepares for what comes next. His battles would start at the fall of the first leaf. For he knows what surrounds him.
Within the trees, red clothed African women with shining metallic spears eyed him from the distance. There were six in total and they were prepared to challenge the prideful teen in the center. It was then that the first leaf had fallen and they were ready to unhinge. They each had a unique quirk they all shared and their chosen weapon which they had trained with all their lives. Their grips tighten. Sweat appeared. Their instincts erupt. The leaf had hit the ground. These women are the Dora Milaje.
Three of them jumped from their trees and zoomed through the air with their spears aimed directly for the boy's head. However, with great reflex and cunning, the boy deflected all the spears with one swing of his shield. With the wooden spear, he parried through the slashes until two others entered the fight. He rolls away and moveuvers through several other slashes. The warrior women continued to draw closer with their united wind quirks. What none of them had caught was that he used his keen senses to predict where they'll strike. He effortlessly passes through their attacks and strikes them with his training weapons. The five were persistent though and continued to use the winds to their advantage.
The boy however had his own advantage. Sheer muscle memory. His past combat sessions with the Dora Milaje had shown one major difference in their movesets. They had reach, but he had flexibility. Zooming through winds, the guardswomen had created a mistral of sort that the boy knew all too well. With that, he knew where to hit them. A jab here and a swing there, the boy used the full efficiency of his skill which had been molded for years and had finally defeated his combat tutors. Huffing his lungs, he goes on one knee and let's his muscles relax. He looks to the fallen women around him. That's when he realized that there were only five. Remembering the many mistakes in the past, he knew he could rely on his one ally in battle.
The sixth spear was about to stab his shoulder, but it was caught by the boy's panther tail. With its muscle, it flung the boy above the female warrior that attacked him. The two then stand off. What made this one warrior unique from the others was that she was the same size as their target. She wore red garbs, but she also had a featureless emerald marble mask with two pitch black eyeholes. Although their eyes could not be seen, they could tell when the other was narrowing their intensity. They then charged and parried the other's attacks. The flow, the force, and the determination. They couldn't stop until the other gave in. That's when both their weapons had knocked off the other's mask and their faces were revealed.
The African boy and girl were both teenagers and they had each other at weapon point. After a small silence, they smiled. Upon seeing the panther ears on the boy's head twitching, the girl snickered. The session was over.
"You are gettin betta, Anakani", said the girl.
"And so are you, Syl", said the boy named Anakani.
They lowered their weapons and admired the other's grace.
"When you two are done lookin into each otha's eyes, know that today's session is ova", said the Milaje captain.
"Whateva, motha", said Syl.
"But she is correct, my prince. You are improving in every category. Soon, you'll be everything that your kingdom needs you to be", said the Milaje captain.
"I still have a long way before I'm willing to take the throne, Eola", said Anakani.
"Though that is true, but as the prince you must be prepared to lead our people's finest into battle against any who would dare invade our home. Especially now since a dark enemy has cast their shadow on us", said Eola.
"I know. When the time comes, I will lead us to victory. The vibranium has done more than just advance us as a civilization. It has given us the visions of our descendants' accomplishments. I would sleep each night and dream through the eyes of the many kings after me. I only wished that we didn't have to suffer such great loss", said Anakani.
"No one shall forget them, catboy. C'mon, let's go home", said Syl.
Prince Anakani and the Dora Milaje left the jungle and traveled along the river roads to a grassy field. A herd of rhinos were gathered and were looked after by a shepherd. The man saw something coming toward his herd and saw his prince returning home. He then whistled to the rhinos and they all moved in rows that led the way for the prince to enter through the illusion.
"Welcome home, Prince Anakani. Your father is expecting you at the throne room", said the rhino shepherd.
The prince nodded and fazed through the invisible illusionary wall to see a place he called home. A thriving utopia that shows a beautiful merge of advanced technology and luscious green nature. He had returned to Birnin Zana, capital city of the nation of Wakanda. Entering the royal palace, he rides an elevator and walks through the halls that led the throne. Opening the doors, he was greeted by his father, King Obinna, and his mother, Queen Arra. They are the rulers of the Panther Tribe and gathered with them were representatives of the five other groups that lead the nation. Rewda, High General of the Border Tribe. Sesom, Grand Lady of the River Tribe. Targue, The Red Vulture of the Mining Tribe. Tiana, Bladed Mistress of the Merchant Tribe. And finally, B'yuraitez, the Man-ape of the Jabari , they made up The royal council of the six Wakandan tribes.
"My son, you have returned from your training. I trust that it has finally perfected your skills", asked King Obinna.
"It has, father. What is the situation for this gathering?", asked Anakani.
"It is time to integrate the outsider that has led these attacks on our home. General Rewda, will you give the report", said King Obinna.
"Yes, my king. For the last twenty-years, we have been attacked by the organization named Hydra. They seek to take our precious vibranium, but we have thwarted their efforts numerous times. However, they have become bolder with each passing moment. If these attacks continue, then our secrecy as a nation hidden from the world shall be meaningless. There is some progress. Recently, we have managed to finally capture one of their lieutenants. And as the fates had deemed it, the outsider is just like us. A reincarnate", informed Rewda.
"With this knowledge, it could be a possibility that Hydra might have more reincarnate operatives at their allegiance. My king, we should plan preemptive assault on any possible Hydra outpost within the African continent", suggested Sesom.
"No, we need more information about our enemy before we could do anything rash. Bring in the outsider", ordered the king.
The Dora Milaje brought into the throne room the prisoner that the border tribe had captured. Restrained by vibranium infused shackles, the reincarnate was brought to his knee with his head lowered. His hair had covered eyes and his face held unshaven facial hair.
"Make yourself known to the king, outsider", demanded Eola.
The outsider lifted his head to reveal his caucasian face. Upon seeing him, King Obinna spoke first.
"Our informants in the United States have looked into your personal information and exploits in the criminal underworld. You are called Brock Rumlow, but the Americans and the many victims you leave behind in Europe know you as Crossbones", said the king.
"Yeah, that's me. So, why would the king of Wakanda want a cold hearted bastard like me in front of him?", asked Brock.
"You're a Hydra Lieutenant, are you not? You must hold valuable information of the forces that have been attacking us, including your own", said the king.
"That's a safe bet, but what insurance do I have that you won't kill me after I tell?", said Brock with a mocking smile.
"That all depends on how cooperative you are. I am a merciful king, but Wakandan Justice can be cruel. Your superiors challenged our nation and so they will face the might of our people", said the king as Brock gave him a shallow stare. The reincarnated Crossbones then explained to the king what will need to happen.
unknowingly, what the king was about to hear will be the stable for the path that will change the life of his son forever.
"It's nice to know that even in a second life, your country still hasn't lost its edge. Nevertheless, Hydra won't give up until they have your vibranium. And in a world where everyone has a superpower, it will only be a matter of time before someone with a strong quirk decimates all of you. I have information, but what you really need is a non-Wakandan asset. And if you want specifics, then I'm talking about the one group that has been fighting Hydra way longer than you. SHIELD"