Chapter 11 - Their Starting Line
By One Above All
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Iceland had experienced the longest series of snowstorms ever recorded in human history. It had lasted around a year ago with no sign of stopping. The people of this nordic land have been through a cold summer, a cold spring, a cold fall, and the coldest winter ever. Little did they know that it had all started when Ormur turned fifteen years old. The day after his "assumed" birthday the Asgardian teen and everyone in the orphanage noticed the snow falling from clouds that came out of nowhere. A whole year after that day his life would change when he turned sixteen and gained the power to use to control lightning from his body.
Upon being reunited with his Mjolnir, Ormur regained his memories as an Asgardian and ceased the frost enchantment that had been cursed upon Iceland. The day after his victory alongside the Midgardian archer, the sun had finally returned to the country's sky and with it spring had commenced. The Asgardian carried Trickshot back to the orphanage where the two owners and all the children had awakened from their sleep by the knockout gas.
There, everyone got resituated with everything that had transpired as Trickshot slept in one of their many spare beds. In his sleep, he dreamt of his memories from his past life. In his dream, he was back home with Clint, his mother, and his drunk jackass father. The two brothers were waiting for dinner, but knew it might take a while. The sound of their parent's argument echoed in the dream and the environment of their small home was depressing with its black and white color scheme. The only thing that had color was the little crying Clint Barton. The older Barton placed a hand on his brother's shoulder to comfort him. Upon feeling his brother's touch, the younger Barton opened his teary eyes and then a blinding flash occurred.
The next segment of the dream showed a grizzly scene. The car crash that killed their parents was a memory that they will never forget and they continued to remember it wherever they go. From one foster home to the next, they just couldn't get a break as kids. That was until they saw the circus tents and heard the booming cheers. It was in this circus that they truly started. As the two Barton brothers got closer to the bright colors of the show, the dream was becoming more distorted and thus the older Barton awoke.
"Damn it, I thought I was done remembering that shit. The last thing I need are those memories resurfacing every damn time I survive a fight.", said a groggy Trickshot.
Getting up from the bed, the sole member of the Barton family looked to see that he was in one of the rooms of the orphanage. Looking at his person, he realized could use some freshening up before leaving Iceland and returning back to SHIELD with his objective. Speaking of whom, the archer still hasn't identified just which Asgardian the kid was. He figured since the teen had Mjolnir that they were Thor. Even still, he'll have to question Ormur as soon as he spots him.
Barton looked to the clothes drawers at the end of the room to see his supply bag there. The mirror on top showed that his attire had suffered greatly. Fortunately, he had a spare in his bag. After a shower and a change of attire, he left the room to see if there was anyone in the building. After going through the rooms, he heard commotion from what he thought was the mess hall. When he got there, he saw all the children running around and doing whatever they thought was fun. Looking closer at the details of the festive sight, he noticed some peculiar things at display.
There were runes made from paper mache that were hanging from wool strings connected to the support beams. If one could read Asgardian, then they would know that the runes read "young Valhalla". Some of the children were wearing costumes of fantasy creatures and beings that exist in the nine realms. Drawings of a current hammer wielding Asgardian were taped to a wall. Finally, the archer could see at the far end of the mess hall was Ormur in his Asgardian gear with Mjolnir dramatically telling some tale to the children that sat around him. They looked and listened in awe.
"Looks like you're finally awake.", said a voice to Barton's left. He turned to see the orphanage owner, Donard, and his wife, Kristine. The owner had passed the archer a mug of coffee.
"Thanks.", said the archer. Taking a sip, Barton savored the taste and then looked to the couple for an answer to an important question.
"How long was I out?", asked Barton. He twirled his drink as he thought of the possible time.
"You've been sleeping for a whole day. Your SHIELD organization has sent agents to speak to our mayor. The group that came were led by a man wearing a red bandanna.", said Donard.
"So, Forge is here. A whole day, damn. Am I right to assume that you two and the children got to learn more about your favorite lightning covered occupant?", asked Trickshot.
"Yes, when Ormur returned to us with you in his arms. He had changed so much. Not in a bad way, but it was still very sudden. The kids do enjoy it though. It's like he's a whole other person now.", said Donard as he looked at the young man.
"He's much more exuberant. It's as if he's a real pro-hero for our country. The costume and that hammer. He pretty much thinks of himself as Thor.", said Kristine as she locked an arm with her husband and looked at the boy as well.
"Yeah, I figured that would be the case. Can you two do me a favor and round up your children? I need to talk to Ormur alone.", requested Trickshot.
The owners agreed and quickly gathered the children for an outing to the town. Ormur, satisfied with his tales' end, sat down on his cushy chair and drank his mead. As the children left, a few of them asked the teen if he finished all of his story. With a charismatic smile, he promised them a thrilling tale when they return. All the children then left excited, the Asgardian and the archer were all alone in the room.
Barton and Ormur looked at one another. One was beaten up and the other jovial. The Asgardian passed his mead to the mortal in front of him. The archer took a drink of the mug and sighed in ease as the alcohol numb the pain of the bruises that were still around. Both men enjoyed the silence, until the youngest decided to start first.
"So, does this archer feel fine after our victory over those villains?",asked Ormur.
"Honestly, I've been through worse. But this isn't about me, we both know what happened a day ago. How does it feel to be a god again?", queried Barton.
Ormur thought hard on that question and knew to himself that the answer was complicated. Looking at Mjolnir and giving it a little twirl, his smile dropped and spoke seriously.
"That is hard to determine, archer. It is good to remember, but in memories pain resided and reemerged powerfully. As you rested the day before, I tried casting myself back to Asgard. However, I failed and not any rifts to any of the nine realms have opened for me. After many attempts, I realized that the source of such misfortune was Mjolnir itself.", proclaimed Ormur as he brought the godly weapon closer to the vigilante.
"So what's wrong with it? Cursed or something?", queried Barton.
"Not cursed, bewitched. To mortal eyes, the enchantment is invisible. But I had studied the magic closely before mysteriously being sent to Midgard as a child, thus I could see the forsaken rune that hinders mighty Mjolnir. Asgardian children age much slower than those on Earth. So while I was still a child, the royal scribes taught me all they knew to understand such enchantments. These runes have not only cut off the connection Mjolnir has with any of the possible gateways to Asgar, but have also altered me physically to where I now age as any mortal in this realm. I can still use my powers, but returning home is impossible. I am trapped in Midgard.", explained Ormur with perplexion and concern.
"And let me guess, you can't remove the runes.", figured Barton.
"I'm not at the age to use such magics properly and to put a bewitching rune on Mjolnir must have been done by a sorcerer of such high caliber. Thankfully, it does give a clue to what realm they're of. The script of this rune is written in Aesir tongue. A fellow Asgardian has trapped me in Midgard.", explained Ormur
"Well, that narrows down the suspect list to at least one realm. Not really much to work with, but there's nothing we can do about it. But before we go any further, I just have to ask for protocol sake. Ormur, is your name Thor?", asked Barton.
"Who's Thor? That name sounds like Aesir, but it's a name I've never heard of.", answered Ormur, puzzled.
Trickshot was then concerned when he heard that. If this Asgardian hasn't heard of Thor, then the current rules of Asgard existence could have changed as well. It was fifty-fifty whether that was good or not. He decided it would be best to ask the person he just gave the hammer to who they really are.
"Okay, that's concerning. That leaves one question. Just who are you? Ormur is obviously your Earth name. So what's your Asgardian name?", asked Barton.
With a thin lip, Ormur thought about it. His smile returned to him and he stood up exuberantly. He twirled Mjolnir and laid a hand on his belt. He looked at the archer and spoke proudly.
"I am to be called many things. Prince. Future King. the next Allfather. But for now, I am the son of prince Bor. The grandson of Allfather Buri. The God of Thunder. My new mortal friend, I am Odin Borson.", proclaimed the Asgardian teen now known as Odin.
Silence filled the room as Trickshot swore he heard a metaphorical glass break. His eyes were wide, brow sweated, and reality became heavy. The archer put the mug of mead away as he covered his face with his hands.
"Dear god. I'm speechless. I need… to… get you… to Peggy… right freaking now.", said Barton in shock and tiredness.
"Oh, is that the director of SHIELD? My presence on Midgard must be the utmost important if it warranted her attention.", wondered Odin in his jovial tone.
"Yeah, it really does. Trust me when I say that Peggy will answer all of your questions. Her quirk will do the job nicely.", said Barton as he got up and walked with the Asgardian out of the room. The two got their things as they made their way outside of the orphanage.
"Vairely my friend, another adventure awaits us. Hold on to me as I fly us to your fellow SHIELD warriors.", announced Odin as he offered an arm for Trickshot.
"Yeah, no. My bruises still haven't healed and Asgardian flight velocity won't help much. Besides, I got our ride.", said Trickshot as clicked on his SHIELD communicator. Speeding towards them was the archer's armored truck.
"Truly, there isn't a limit to mortal technology. But surely, wouldn't it be more useful to improve their quirks than this reliance on these ever-changing contraptions?", asked the young Odin as he sat shotgun to Barton.
"You'd be surprised how often quirks and tech go hand in hand. From the sound of it, you found out that you don't really have a quirk huh. Must've been a shocker to know that you and your people don't have these weird abilities?", queried Trickshot as he drove them away from the orphanage.
"Aye, it would seem that my strength and my thunder are natural to only me. All members of the Asgardian royal line have unique powers not found in most of our realm. From what I've seen from your Midgardian television, these quirks have made some of you mortals into very fierce warriors.", said Odin with excitement at the thought of facing a worthy foe.
"Yeah. Heroes and Villains are often annoying to deal with.", remarked Trickshot.
After a half hour drive filled with Odin's retellings of his battles when he was seven, Trickshot thanked whatever god that was listening to his prayers that they'd made it to the town that Forge was waiting for them. Carter's second in command noticed the armored truck and raised a hand to tell them to park. The truck stopped and the two heroes of the incident made their way to the commanding officer.
"Barney, buddy, you look like hammered shit. And look who it is, the star of the show for the last day or so. Feels good to have that hammer back, right?", queried Forge.
"Aye, it does me fine to be with mighty Mjolnir once again. I see that the town is doing fine as well. I thank you for bringing aid to these Midgard families I've come to know for so long.", said a grateful Odin.
"With SHIELD resources, we got all the debris cleaned up and damage control is on the clock at repairing any of the botched buildings during that showdown you guys had. The people are doing fine with the only report being that officer who got knocked down by the Sons. Weather conditions have been stabilized since you got Mjolnir back. And finally, the much needed decision for Iceland to be a SHIELD affiliated country is currently underway as our dear Peggy is having a video meeting with the Icelandic president.", informed Forge.
"Is she that busy? I figured she'd have Jimmy to deal with most of the political crap in foreign regions.", queried Trickshot.
"Normally, but I manage both of their weekly schedules to keep us optimal for when bullshit comes along. And speaking bullshit, I believe you've earned a couple days off Barton. After the beating you took and the prize you managed to bring back home", said Forge as he looked at Odin.
"Thank goodness, I'm close to keeling over right now. How much longer are we going to be in Iceland? Because I could go for a place that has more sun.", said Trickshot as he cracked a couple of his joints.
After their discussion on spending just another day in Iceland, Barton made himself comfortable in the quinjet that Forge had accommodated for him. Said former X-man had accompanied the young Odin to a bar party in honor of his first victory over the first two villains in the country's history. Meanwhile the tired archer, still a little bruised, rested on the pilot chair and accessed the Jet's onboard dashboard to catch up on current events. When he skimmed through a few notifications in the SHIELD private servers, he had realized just how much he had missed in just one day of being unconscious.
The first notification was a report on Yelena Belova and her squad. As of yesterday, they had finally made landfall in Japan and established themselves as students in Class 1-B. After the report, four photos could be seen displaying their squad in Yuuei uniforms settling into the School's culture. The first photo showed the squad standing straight in the SHIELD salute in front of the school's entrance. The second showed Arthur Parks sleeping on his desk as a girl who had green vines for hair was trying to wake him up and failing so. The third showed both Doom's squad and theirs eating at the same table during lunch. The fourth showed Yelena shaking hands with a girl with orange hair done in a sideways ponytail.
Barton chuckled at the sight of them all. It was hard to believe that these teens were the heavy hitters of their previous earths. Just as he was about to skim through more notifications, a red alert signal for reincarnate activities had just gone active. The alert was from the Punisher.
"Damn it Frank. I was just about to enjoy a week off from work. Whatever it is, it better be worth the extra work.", complained Trickshot.
The alert had only a sentence and an image. It read, "his royal pain wants to talk to us." But the image is what shocked Barton the most. The image was taken in a first person perspective. It was shown through the Punisher point of view and revealed him alongside Black Knight wielding their swords as they clashed with someone that the archer knew that they still weren't ready for. As otherworldly blades sparked in collision with metallic claws, the light of the moon casted away the shadow and showed the very individual who was very much recognized to be a royal. The attacker was none other than the Black Panther.
… April 23 2174, Morning …
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"That'll be one for Carter's photo album.", said Jimmy Woo as he took a picture of the four new Class 1-B students.
Standing in front of agent Woo, Yelena Belova, Arthur Parks, Simon Williams, and Cain Marko stood in a salute with the Yuuei entrance behind them. After the photo was taken, they each changed back to their signature postures. The blonde Ukrainian relaxed her leg stance and crossed her arms. The red haired American slouched a little and put his hands in his pockets. The taller black haired American, due to the current personality being Pyromaniac Simon, was also slouching and expressing sadness that his leader confiscated his lighter. Finally, the tallest and muscular American stood straight and had his arms crossed.
"Doom's squad had nine months to adjust to this country and master its language. I was able to get these boys to the same level in less than three months. The rest of our time together I saw fit to establish team cooperation and coordination so that they could be on my level.", said Yelena with full confidence and authority.
"And when she means 'on her level', she really meant that we're good enough to not make her look bad.", scoffed Arthur as he remembered the grueling Japanese lessons the blonde demon next to him forced them to go through.
"What was that, Parks?", asked Yelena threateningly as she delivered her point with a loud click of her heel.
"Nothing, miss.", said Arthur cautiously as he looked the other way. He knows all too well from the clutch training the punishment that comes after the heel click.
"I miss my lighter."said a sad Simon. A strong hand grabbed his head and lifted him out of his depressed slouching. Shifting from sad to boredom, he looked to the owner of the massive hand.
"At least with it gone, my turn to babysit you is a little easier.", said Cain who tried loosening his tie to make it easier to resist the damn itch the uniform was giving him.
Agent Woo then clapped his hands to get their attention. The four turned to the Japanese division leader who passed the digital camera to Yelena.
"Alright agents. From this point on, you are squad B. Your main purpose in Japan is to provide support for squad A and maintain a stable relationship with the heroes in training at Yuuei Academy. Full squadron meetings on Mondays. Single squad meetings on Tuesdays. Any questions, kids?", affirmed Woo with professional optimism.
"Will we receive any missions on the Europe situation?", asked Yelena.
"Unless the Thunderbolts request for an extra hand, I don't see you or Doom's team touching Europe anytime soon. Anything else?", queried Woo.
"We don't have to make friends with the locals. I don't feel very optimistic with people with already high expectations of me.", complained Arthur.
"Expectations come with the SHIELD badge, Parks. You don't have to be nice, but you shouldn't be a dick. Are we good now kids? You have a homeroom in a couple minutes and Vlad King wants to introduce you to the whole class. Remember to try to act nice, because you're stuck with those teens for the next three years.", queried Woo.
With the Four teen operatives settled to their new school, agent Woo drives off back to the Japanese division headquarters. Turning to the Yuuei main building, the four walk forward without a care for what lies before them in this hero academy. Little would they know for the events they and their fellow reincarnates will soon be a part of as they linger on in this country. In their group walk to the Class 1-B room, Yelena, Arthur, Simon, and Cain were met by some of the students from the other courses. Some of the girls and boys were confused and concerned that Yuuei had accepted more SHIELD youths into the school. Others had much more peculiar notions on the four new foreigners. More specifically, the beautiful Ukrainian girl that led the three Americans. Her hair is as blonde as silky gold. Her skin is as flawless and smooth as an elegant flower petal with a creamy color. Her blue eyes are as bright as the sky. Many of the girls in the lesser courses tried their best to hide jealousy, especially when a few of the boys they liked were in awe of the European beauty walking past them. Those said boys immediately backed off when the three Americans behind the Ukrainian scowled at them with intense glowing red pupils filled with hostility. Having a mutual respect for their director, the three young men won't allow anyone to touch their squad leader who is also the adopted daughter of said director. Colonel Carter had given them purpose and a path to follow by, and thus they will perform their damndest to give any punk who stands in Yelena's way the worst beating of their lives. Reaching their homeroom, the four spotted their now homeroom teacher Vlad King.
"I see SHIELD has taught you kids in the Youth Department the importance of being on time. I am Sekijiro Kan. Hero name Vlad King. I'm the homeroom teacher for class 1-B. Homeroom doesn't start for another ten minutes, so I'll run through some ground rules for you four. One, you may be operatives of the SHIELD Youth Department, but you're as of now, on school grounds and when I'm supervising you, Yuuei students. Anything you do will reflect your fellow classmates, remember that. Two, if Nezu or anyone above me says we need you to act under SHIELD protocol, then you will act under it as long as it's for the protection of the other students. The adults will handle the problems, so don't get too eager to get involved if trouble ever comes. Three, you've already been excused from the quirk apprehension test and battle training, so any other course activities must be attended unless your superiors have come to me to exclude you from them. Do we understand?", explained Vlad King.
"If you guys have a class chant, do I have to cheer along with it? Because I don't want to be loud unless I choose to.", said Arthur nonchalantly.
"We got nothing like that here, but I do expect you to get along with your fellow classmates. SHIELD youths or not, you four are now a part of my class. And whether you like it or not, I am going to make myself your mentor to transform you all into strapping heroes. The students in that room are the future of this society, so don't you dare see them as deadweight.", proclaimed Vlad King.
"I can respect that. I want things to go smoothly more than anything. To be honest, we don't really want any trouble. But if trouble does come, we will hit back harder. We can keep the class safe, but don't expect us to just run away.", said Cain with stoicism.
"That wouldn't surprise me. From what I heard from Aizawa, the four SHIELD youths in his class have already made a rebellious first impression. And in front of All-Might of all people. I don't know how cooperative you four will be, but I'm hoping that you're better than the ones in Class 1-A.", implored Vlad King.
"I assure you, professor, that my squad and I have much more to live up to than Doom's squad. Their competitiveness is a contrast to our synchronization. But if I may, did professor Aizawa mention anything else about them. As a squad leader, I need to keep tabs on my counterpart so that he doesn't make my job hard as well.", said Yelena.
"Just remember the ground rules and we'll get along swimmingly. Professor Aizawa is using the four SHIELD Youth in his class as a checkpoint for his students to surpass. I've seen footage of their battle trials and now I'm left wondering just what you could do.", said Vlad King.
"Not to brag, but I say we can do better than them. Just watch us.", said a cocky Arthur.
"Hmph. I guess competitiveness is common around SHIELD. But, we pro-heroes aren't any better either. Come. I'll introduce you to your new classmates.", said Vlad King as he opened the class door.
Before they entered, the four reincarnated teens looked to one another to gauge what the other thought. Cain uncrossed his arms and cracked his neck. Simon repressed the pyromania of his current personality to keep himself in check. Arthur looked to his leader and wondered what she could be thinking. Yelena straightens her posture and walks through the door as the three boys follow suit. As they entered, the four felt the many curious eyes that looked at them. The foreign teens stand next to one another and then Vlad King calls to everyone to give him their attention.
"Alright kids, these four next to me are the SHIELD youths assigned to our class. Just as Class 1-A have their own group of SHIELD youths, we have our own now. Despite their alignment to the international organization, I want everyone to treat them as fellow students. Cooperation among yourselves will provide some much needed reflection on your performances in yesterday's battle trials. Our new students here are excused from not attending that activity, but they will be attending our rescue training in the mock cities tomorrow. Class 1-A will also be having their rescue training, but they were granted use of the USJ facility. With that out of the way, how about you four introduce yourselves to your new class.", said Vlad King.
With her hands behind her and her stance in a confident posture, Yelena Belova took the lead and introduced herself to Class 1-B. "Greetings, I am Yelena Belova. I hailed from Ukraine and have been with SHIELD for nine years. I look forward to being your fellow classmates for the rest of our time here in Yuuei.", said the young SHIELD operative with a face expression that held a radiant beauty and slight stoicism.
Speaking next to the young Ukrainian, the Ionic conducting teen introduced himself all while keeping his multiple personality traits in check. "Hello, my name is Simon Williams and I'm from Paterson, New Jersey. I've been with SHIELD for a couple of months now. I also have a severe multiple personality disorder that interlapses every 24 hours. I hope that doesn't interfere with your daily experiences here in Yuuei and I hope we can get along.", said the black haired teen as he spoke with optimism and slight strain. As he spoke, his right eye was twitching and he scratched his left arm. His Pyromaniac personality desperately wants back his lighter.
Up next was another American teen of the four foreigners. He stood roughly the same size as Simon and had a nonchalant look on his face. "So yeah, I'm Arthur Parks. I'm from New Brunswick, New Jersey. I came into SHIELD around the time Simon joined in. And I… hope… we can get along or something like that.", said the red-haired teen.
"I'm Cain Marko. That's it.", said the bigger American teen bluntly as he stepped next to Arthur. His crossed arms and straightened legs showed muscles that the fabrics of the school's uniform were being strained just by trying to conceal them.
The entirety of Class 1-B unanimously thought that the greetings their new foreign classmates had shared with them lacked luster and were not at all there to what was supposed to be a simple cheery hello. There was doubt among them if these foreigners were actually SHIELD youths. Considering that Vlad King had addressed them as such, they have to give these new students the benefit of the doubt.
Some of the boys could say for sure that the blonde girl is the prettiest they've ever seen. Unlike the boys, the female students felt an odd sense of intimidation at the Ukrainian's presence. Or maybe just jealousy for her perfect skin. The red haired American gave them the impression that he was an example of what an American delinquent would be like. The black haired teen gave them even more questions. The constant fidgeting was worrying. Then there was the tall, muscular brunette who was just pain scary with that stoic face of his. Regardless, these are their classmates now and they will welcome them regardless.
"Alright, with introductions over. You four go to the four desks in the back. We have much to discuss today prior to our battle training yesterday.", instructed Vlad King as Yelena's squad made their way to their desks. The blonde Ukrainian sat at a desk behind a male classmate of Chinese descent. Said student tensed and straightened his back for the fact that a beautiful, but intense girl was sitting behind him. Arthur Parks chose the desk behind a ghostly looking girl. He leaned back on his chair and ignored the haunting stare the girl was giving him. Not that he was scared, but that it was way too early for this shit. Simon Williams sat behind a student with blonde hair and a suspicious analytic smile. He didn't realize then but the same blonde student had his eyes on the four since they entered the room. The fourth and tallest of the four, Cain Marko, chose a desk behind a classmate who looked like a walking glue dispenser. The two made no interaction which the tall American appreciated.
"To start, let's review how you all perform as teams. Juzo and Manga, although you lost as the villains, the quick thinking and sudden quirk combination didn't go unnoticed. You two did well and should continue to strengthen the range of your quirks. Tetsutetsu and setsuna, although you won as the heroes, you still need to learn about coordination and timing. There were several times that you two were way off your respective opponents. Try to do better next time if you ever want to score higher.", explained Vlad King to the students that fought in the first matches.
Juzo Honenuki is a male student with pale skin and exposed teeth, while Manga Fukidashi is also a male student with the difference being that his head was a literal script page from a Japanese manga comic. The two boys gave each other a thumbs up as thanks to their good teamwork. Tetsutetsu was teary-eyed with a shaking fist out of sheer disappointment at himself for his lack of performance. Setsuna, a girl with sharp teeth and long green hair, merely pouted and crossed her arms.
For the next few minutes, Vlad King had reviewed the whole class with the exception of the four SHIELD youths. Yelena had listened closely to the teacher's grading for context on how each of the other students function with their quirks. Victor von Doom had sent footage of the Class 1-B's battle trials from the school's database, for the purpose of full knowledge on any harmful or useful abilities. She wonders if there was anything in Yuuei that the young Latverian hasn't hacked into yet.
Arthur, Simon, and Cain didn't really care for well any of these Japanese teens did. They simply sat in a relaxing position and napped the lecture away. Unfortunately, their nap didn't last long.
"With that out of the way, we need to get this out of the way for school protocol sake. Hopefully with the battle trial being your ice breakers, you kids had enough time to know one another to decide who your new class president would be.", said Vlad King as sorted today's assignments.
"ME. CHOOSE ME. I'M PERFECT FOR THE ROLE. I'M CUTER. I'M COOLER.", yelled several students. The uproar in excitement and desire for a chance to be class leader was so outrageous that Yelena cringed at the loudness. The poor three boys next to her were awoken abruptly with rage filling their eyes. Their pupils glowed red momentarily and then subsided at the last minute to avoid doing any damage to SHIELD's image. They then raised their heads to see a girl with orange hair done in a sideways ponytail standing with her hand raised higher than anyone else's. From her posture and demeanor alone, Yelena could tell that this girl is down to Earth. The Three boys next to her looked at the same girl and, with a tilt of their head and an arched eyebrow, they thought "nice".
"I believe we should have a diplomatic decision. As you said Sensei, we had time to learn a bit about one another. So, we should at least give it a try to see if we have any form of trust at this point.", explained the orange-haired girl with an exuberant and confident tone.
"I see nothing wrong with that. Alright everyone, like your classmate Kendo said, you will all vote to see who class rep shall be. You got til I get back to decide.", proclaimed Vlad King as exits the room with documents in hand to be delivered to Principal Nezu.
What transpired next was a series of arguments and compromises for who was willing to give their vote to someone other than themselves. Everyone eventually picked sides and questioned who had the most to rally. However, someone who was on the short and chubby side thought that maybe they should have a recount for a better estimate. It then became a debate on favoritism over diplomacy. Naturally, the four reincarnates ignored the chatterfest and remained to themselves once it was all over. Yelena was on her phone and checked every notification if Peggy needed anything. Once she saw that there was nothing that needed her attention, she went on her apps and checked for what's new. Her social media concentration was disturbed by a tugging at her sleeve. With a tick mark on her head, she turned to see who dared to face her. Only to see that Cain was looking out a window, Arthur was sleeping on his desk, and the one who interrupted her was actually Simon.
Simon Williams had a tired and bored face and his body lacked any form of emotion or energy. The pyromaniac personality that currently has control of the energy being was more desperate than ever to light something on fire. As Class 1-B was more concentrated on their election, he crawled to his squad leader's desk to ask her something.
"Yelena, I need something to do.", begged a bored Simon.
"We're in high school now, simon. Unless we're instructed to, there isn't much to do at all. Just go back to your desk.", said an annoyed Yelena.
"I'm this close to using my Ionic powers to turn that desk to ash, Yelena. Please, I need something to do.", begged Simon once again.
"You are such a pain in the ass. Fine, take this SHIELD scanner and take some pictures. I'll skim through whatever you've taken to see what's good enough for the report.", said Yelena aggressively.
"Thanks boss", said Simon with a wink which received a middle figure from the Ukrainian teen.
Simon then took several pictures with a fiery filter on as the other three did what they were originally doing. After a few more photos, the Ionic teen noticed through the lens of the camera that some of the girls pointed at their squad. It was then that he decided to listen in on their classmate's election debating. Apparently, most of the male went with monoma while two of the boys and all the girls went for Kendo. Ten for him and nine for her.
"How about a wager? If we get two more votes from the SHIELD guys, then Kendo wins the election. Having the trust of a literal super-spy in training should cement the winner as the best choice for class president.", offered Setsuna with a sly grin.
Monoma thought deeply on it and, with a grin of his own, he suggested a counter offer to help his chances. "Alright, but one condition, Ibara must be the one to persuade them. Surely, trust in a leader goes both ways. I'm sure Kendo can demonstrate some faith in her fellow classmates to secure her the win.", queried a very confident Monoma.
Kendo had contemplated the offer and knew the sneaky blonde would try something dirty. With a nod of her head, she let Ibara approach the SHIELD Youths. The vine haired teen seemed nervous, but nodded back to her vote to ensure her success. The religious girl of Class 1-B then walked towards them with timid steps. From her view, the four foreigners couldn't seem any more interested in the election. Each one was in a different state of uninterest. The Ukrainian scared her, the buff American scared her more, and the black haired American with the device weirded her out. So, her only choice is the red-haired boy sleeping on his desk.
Simon Williams followed Ibara's movement through the lens of the camera as she walked up to his squadmate Arthur Parks. Feeling a bit excited at the interaction, he started to narrate the scene.
"And as the rare Vinecus shysuarus approaches the commonly angered New Jersey Red viper, little did she know that it would change her worldview forever into a realm of vulgarity and questionable taste in music.", narrated a dramatic Simon. He received eye-rolls from Yelena and Caine, but he smirked when he heard a giggle from one of the girls on Kendo's side. Class 1-B looked to see that it was Poni Tsunotori who giggled. She is the only one among them who could understand the foreigners when they spoke english.
Once she was in front of the sleeping Arthur Parks, Ibara then started to lightly tap his shoulder to wake him up. When she halted for a reaction, a click was heard and she turned to see that Simon had taken a picture. A grin is what she received from him and then a creek of a desk in front of her was next to be heard. The red-haired boy had slowly raised his head and shifted his hand to grip the side of his desk. His gripped hand glowed briefly and then a small stream of smoke floated up. It was revealed that the spot where his hand was had been burnt from the emitted photonic energy. With his other hand, the American moved his bangs so that his eyes could have a view of the one who had the cajones to wake him.
At that moment, the two opposing worlds had finally met eye to eye. A girl of faith and a boy of hate. Ibara was slightly put off by his stern impression, but pulled through to ask what needed to be said.
"Forgive me for interrupting your sleep, but as your new fellow classmate and another born creation on this holy Earth, I would kindly ask that you can give me your choice of who would be perfect as class rep.", explained Ibara as she stood strong with all her spirit.
Arthur Parks could only stare at the vine girl who let her heart out in the few seconds of meeting him. He had to admit one thing, she is a looker. The plant hair and the church talk would take some getting used to. A part of him just wanted to ignore her and go back to napping, but knew that this would make his team look bad and ruin what they agreed with Vlad King. Begrudgingly, he gave in and let the girl get what she wanted.
"Alright holy mary, you got my attention. Who is it and why should I care for them?", responded Arthur who smirked at the reaction he got for his rude mouth.
"Well, we're nearly a tie with one point off. Monoma has the most and kendo needs two more to win. If you would be so kind, can the four of you offer your votes to either side to finally end this election?", asked Ibara with insistence.
"Just be honest will ya? You want me to vote for your redhead friend, right? Then screw it, fine. She has my vote. So now what, it's officially a tie.", queried Arthur impatiently.
"Yes actually, thank you.", said Ibara appreciatively. It was then that both didn't say a thing after that. They continue to stare at one another with opposing emotions. The eyes of the red-haired boy expressed impatience and a need for more sleep. The eyes of the vine-haired girl expressed nervousness and a need to put something in the right words. Little did these two know that would happen a lot between them.
"If you could, can you ask your friends to vote too?", asked Ibara insistently.
"That sure took you a mile. Hold on a sec.", said Arthur as he turned to Yelena.
"Yo, Yel. Can ya give this one your vote? Seems like these guys can't get anywhere without one more yes for one of their gal pals.", said Arthur to The blonde who kept her focus on her device.
"Simon, you vote. I'm busy.", said Yelena uncaringly.
"That figures. Okay, what are the options again?", asked a now interested Simon.
"Bowl cut jackass or orange pony top with a nice face.", mentioned Arthur, putting his hands behind his head.
"Alright, two votes for Kendo.", called out Simon to the rest of Class 1-B.
Once that was heard by the whole class, Kendo's side congratulated said girl for her earned position while Monoma shrugged at his defeat. With the class 1-B election finally over, Vlad King returned and officially made Itsuka Kendo class rep and Neito Monoma as her vice. After that, class 1-B went on with their other period classes. Eventually, the lunch period would arrive and the four SHIELD youths prepared for the first ever meet up squad Belova and squad Doom. Before they could leave the room however, the newly appointed class representative strolled over to Yelena who was followed by the three Americans.
"Hey, so just to be clear and assured, you guys are okay with being here? Right? Because I'm completely not in the know with all international security stuff that you four go by. Even though you came to Yuuei for separate reasons, I hope we all can become friends.", said a cheerful Kendo as she extended a hand to the Ukrainian girl.
Yelena put on a softer expression and shook hands with her supposed class superior. Kendo smiled back as a response. A snap was heard as the two girls turned to see Simon Williams with a smile and still holding the camera. The orange-haired girl looked back to Yelena and asked if they would like to have lunch together to better acquaint themselves with the class.
"We very much appreciate the gesture, but for every first day of the week we must sit with our counterparts of Class 1-A to exchange intel and recent activity for protocol. We could have lunch any other day of the week if you like.", responded Yelena to keep up the optimistic outlook of their group to their class.
"Of course, I understand and I'm glad that you're willing to give us a chance.", said a vibrant Kendo.
"Wait. We were willing.", said a not too vibrant Arthur who received an elbow nudge from Simon to watch it.
After the peaceful exchange, a new voice walked in as the mood went from friendly to completely irritable. The student is named Monoma Neito who by technicality is Kendo's Vice rep. With a smug smile and an analytic eye, he stands next to Kendo and brings his fingers through his hair.
"It will truly be an exciting year with SHIELD and Yuuei collaborating for the foreseeable future. But I wonder, is that really going to benefit the rest of us if our competition receives the same special treatment?", pondered the Blonde teen with interest in his voice.
"Where are you getting at with this, pretty boy?" Asked a scowling Cain Marko who crossed his arms. The action caused the sleeves of his shirt to stretch immensely.
"I mean nothing by it of course. It's just that, even agents in training must be competitive with one another sometimes, right? To outshine the one more favored than you has to have come around your mind one way or another. Maybe Class 1-B can be the next bright stars of Yuuei if our own SHIELD youths can lend us a hand?", proclaimed an ecstatic Monoma who received blank expressions from Yelena and Simon, while Arthur and Cain scowled. To their surprise, Kendo chopped the back of the blonde's neck. This caused the annoying classmate to collapse to the floor, completely out of Commission.
"I have a feeling I'm going to be doing that a lot.", said an agitated Kendo who picked up Monoma by his collar. Thanks to her quirk, lifting the jerk wasn't a hassle. She then looked to the four SHIELD youths with an apologetic face.
"I hope you can forgive him and I'm sorry if he made a bad impression of us.", said a worried Kendo.
Yelena had a calm face with eyes that expressed she took no offense. Simon and Arthur had half-lidded eyes and smiles that tell that they liked what they saw. Cain merely crossed his arms, but a raised eyebrow on his face said that he too liked the girl's rough side.
"Always go for a pretty girl who could kick your ass, right? Glad she's my vote.", remarked a now impressed Arthur. Before he could say more, he felt an extremely painful force hitting his crotch area. The culprit was none other than Yelena Belova who raised her left leg backwards. In quick motion, her heel met with Mr. Parks' family jewels. All were in shock by her action, except for Simon and Cain who saw it coming.
"MY DICK", growled Arthur through gritted teeth as he curled into a ball. The blonde agent picked up the poor red-haired male by his collar.
"No offense taken, Class Rep Kendo. Our team will be heading to lunch now. See you again after.", said Yelena politely as she drags her downed teammate with the remaining other two following her. As Squad Belova left the room, the entirety of Class 1-B, minus Monoma, wondered if Class 1-A was having a similar experience with their SHIELD youths.
… Later in The Cafeteria …
"Sorry chumps, but these two tables are needed for SHIELD business. Go bitch somewhere else.", proclaimed a snarky Victor Creed who stole two lunch tables from a group of disgruntled second years. The rude Canadian teen pulled the tables to a preferable spot and then connected them by their opposite ends to make room for his squad and Squad Belova.
Erik Lesher and Eddie Brock walked into the scene with their lunches. The two had watched Creed's spectacle from the lunch line. Fortunately, the Class 1-A students didn't want to interfere with the Canadian's antics. However, Iida did let the German and American know of his disapproval of their teammate's behavior. The two merely shrugged and told him that this would be a repetitive sight for a while. As this went on, Victor von Doom gave a dismissal notice to Lunch Rush that excused Creed of any possible reprimands for messing with school property within the lunchroom.
The chef themed hero didn't approve of the Canadian's actions, but couldn't deny the notice since it was signed by Principal Nezu. Squad Doom then regrouped at the conjoined tables, ignoring any commotion they've caused around them. They ate and waited for Squad Belova to show up. Unknown to them, the table where Izuku, Ochako, and Iida sat were observing them.
"You know, it's kinda weird. SHIELD is like a superspy organization, right? So these guys are like spies in training, but they don't act like secret agents that much.", pondered a curious Ochako as she munched on her rice. She recollected her memories of each one of the four foreigners and realized that the only one she had any form of interaction with was Victor Creed. It seemed that the other three just kept their distance, but they do have their own moments with their fellow classmates.
"Despite their very outrageous behavior, those four are prominent in their allegiance to SHIELD. But still, they were tasked to be students for the goal to better the relations between Agents and Heroes. Creed-san's constant antagonizing of our upperclassmen and teachers is just unbecoming of anyone in his position. I don't know very much about the other three, but they seem to be very tolerant of such brash behavior. Doom-san seems like a professional leader, but I figured he wouldn't be so lenient to such a problematic member of his squad.", spoke an analytical Iida with his hand to his chin as he observed the four foreigners.
Remaining silent the whole time, Izuku Midoriya didn't want to signify that he knew more about the SHIELD youths than any of his classmates. His so-called bodyguards have done an amazing job keeping their connection to him an absolute secret. However, some have already noticed the closeness between Creed and him. He explained that they were neighbors, because the Canadian was stationed at his apartment complex. Even still, he's not sure how much secrecy he can willingly manage. The truth can never come out. Not to his mother. Not to Bakugou. Not to anyone. When he inherited one for all, it was simple at first with just him and All-Might. But now, a massive organization like SHIELD is watching over them for any development with the quirk. The guilt also set in when Creed sternly talked to him this morning about nearly telling became more nervous at the ever building anxiety of it all.
"But hey, at least you and Creed-san get along, right Deku?", perked up Ochako as she turned to the fanboy.
Brought out of his thoughts, Izuku noticed his two friends looking at him for an answer.
"W-well, it's just that we're really good neighbors. He's been looking out for me since his third month in Japan. He's even helped train me a little. I know he doesn't seem like it, but he's a good person.", said a genuine Izuku.
"You seem so confident in his good nature, but I uphold my doubt on that assumption. He's more prone to aggression than Bakugou. Hardly the kind of person to be trusted with federal ranking. Though, I suppose I shouldn't rush to conclusions this early into the year. After all it is the first month.", critiqued Iida as he got back to his lunch.
"Honestly, it's the first time I've ever seen non-Japanese that are close to my age. I've seen tourists, but foreign students are new to me. Creed-san is at least open to us a little. how about you Deku?", asked Ochako curiously as the green-haired teen in front of her had a thoughtful look. He then nodded to himself, believing that the information wouldn't jeopardize anything.
"Well actually, the first foreigner I've met is related to Creed-kun. His younger brother, Logan-kun", revealed Izuku with a small smile.
"Wait, really?! Creed-san has a little brother.", asked an even more curious Ochako.
"The day I met Creed was the same day I met Logan. He's only thirteen though, so he's being taught in Somei. That was your old school right, Iida?,", queried Izuku to the spectacle wearing teen.
"Indeed, Somei is a very elite middle school for families who carry prodigy children. Creed must actually be very exemplary in career if his brother is that gifted to be there.", theorized Iida with new found intrigue for the two Canadians.
A part of Izuku wanted to tell the true reason for Logan was admitted into Somei, but he felt that had said enough to satiate his friends' curiosity of his secret bodyguards. Thankfully, Ochako had changed the subject to Iida's involvement with his old school. He would try to get away from revealing too much himself by dodging the questions with simple answers. That only led to the pink cheek girl proclaiming that Iida was of a rich family. To this, the young Tenya confessed that he is indeed the second son of a heroic family. To the point that he revealed that he is the younger brother of the Turbo Hero Ingenium. With how highly he spoke of his older brother, Izuku couldn't help but compare such admiration to what he has with All-Might.
Back on the two tables that Creed had taken, the two SHIELD youth groups were lounging with their meals as their leaders discussed matters. Or at least, how any natural and self-respecting reincarnated adults inside teenage bodies would interact during a normal Japanese highschool lunch period.
"You're really going to eat all that. Yeah, the lunches are free, but there's no way you have that much room in the tank.", said a confused Cain as he saw plates being stacked on Eddie's side of the table.
"Hey, when you're half alien and have an insatiable hunger for meat. Any meat. You tend to eat half a grocery store's worth of food just to keep yourself in check. Last thing I need is to be put in prison because I bit some kid's head off.", shot back Eddie who finished his tenth bowl of rice.
"Yeah yeah, I get it. But that's still not going to stop you from biting a chunk off a bad guy, right?", queried Cain.
"We'll see.", chuckled Eddie.
"Quit looking at me like that.", said a scowling Arthur.
"Then quit staring, Red Jersey.", said a scowling Creed
"Hey, you're the guy that looks like he should be in the third year right now. Does it suck to have to learn how to shave again this early in your life?", asked a smirking Arthur.
"Not as much as getting your balls kicked in front of the whole class.", remarked a grinning Creed.
"So despite a successful rescue mission, the one negative outcome was you having a split personality disorder that divided your ionic conducting abilities to the separate other Simons living in your mind.", said Erik inquizably.
"Yeah, that sums it up. The real Simon is buried deep in our noggin, but we can't really reach him. Hey though, twenty Simons are better than one, Right?", said Simon optimistically.
"It's just that some of them are more chaotic than most. And it's a gamble to hope to get a reliable one on a certain day. Such as today's pick with Pyromaniac Simon, a personality who could just flicker a bit of ionic energy instead of relying on a mere lighter.", exclaimed Erik as he examined the food held by his chopsticks.
"I never thought of that. Maybe if I snap my fingers I…", said Simon who was about to ignite an ionic spark. Unfortunately, Yelena gripped his hand shut before anything lit. He then puts his hand down immediately with a nervous smile when the blonde Ukrainian sends him a glare.
After that exchange, the two leaders of the squads eyed one another. One the former ruler of Latveria and one a former deadly assassin of the red room. These were their titles back in the past, but now they sit in a cafeteria among others like them or not. Their two teams were now going to discuss a very important topic that revolves around the very reason they were there.
"So, that green-haired one is Izuku Midoriya. Anything inconvenient we should know about him?", asked Yelena as observes the lack luster boy on the other side of the mess hall.
"He isn't much, but he has reasoning and tolerable determination. What he lacks is self-preservation. He may have been victimized by unfair conditions early in the school year, but anything else for the rest of his time here I've calculated to eventually be his own fault. Mostly due to his obsession to prove to himself and others that he is worthy of the responsibility of his inherited quirk.", explained Doom as he conveyed the same negative notion of such a teen having such power.
"Does he have any combat experience?", asked Yelena as she searched for more information on her device.
"A situation several months ago involving a villain attack where he was defenseless and battle training that was allowed on academy grounds. Other than that, he has yet to face a true fight to test his will.", informed Doom as he began to eat his lunch.
"I can understand that he just got started, but all this screams poor mentoring. It would have been more efficient to have Izuku in SHIELD custody. Keep him away from all distractions that this society keeps throwing.", said Simon, knowing full well how necessary a safer and stable environment could help with progress in power potential.
"Unfortunately, All-Might has already driven much of his own ideals into his mind before the two even met. Midoriya has just started school, thus giving an academic profile in the Japanese education database that will be sought for in case of a missing person report. Teachers and students have gotten a look of his face, heard his name, and have become acquainted with him. Removing him from a place he already knows will just reset his mental development with more stress and make him more of a cry baby. And I haven't even got started on the long list of possibilities revolving around his mother.", informed Erik who long since accepted his sad reality of being a babysitter.
"He seems decent, but we've seen the footage of his battle training. This guy is still a glass cannon. He has the number one hero for a mentor. How is he not even adjusted to the power by now?", asked Arthur who not at all accepts the reality.
"Watch it Jersey. Green's getting there. He's smart and adapts to any bullshit life throws at him. He just needs to toughen up and get some stones on him. Only then, you'll all see what a badass he is.", said Creed as he defended Izuku from all this negative judgment.
"Long story short, he's just self-teaching himself without realizing it and All-Might is just there for emotional support. Meanwhile, we're just sitting on our asses and doing nothing.", said Cain bluntly.
"Yeah", said Eddie simply.
The eight reincarnates then just remained there in silence. Three of them ate some of their food as the rest were merely in thought. The sounds of the active cafeteria is all they could hear. It was odd. The situation they were in felt far too casual for their liking. The silence continued for a few more minutes until Arthur generously stopped it.
"What are we doing here? From all the recent stuff I've been hearing, Shouldn't our two squads be fighting over in Europe? Being bodyguards to some kid who already has a hotshot watching over him seems like a waste of our time.", proclaimed Arthur who was a bit ticked at the situation they were in.
"Interesting train of thought, Mister Parks. We should be fighting over in Europe and just let Agent Woo continue our monitoring of All-Might's chosen ward. We can fight those damn evil organizations with all our power as a boy with barely a shimmer of progression in understanding his own unimaginable power out in the open for anyone to kidnap and experiment on", mocked Doom as he scrutinized the red-haired teen.
"All-Might is an impressive individual and SHIELD resources are semi-accessible to any and all hero agencies within the prefecture. However, all recent, and classified, studies from SHIELD's intelligence unit confirms Doom's theory that the number one hero is on a time limit. The amount of time is getting shorter with every great battle he takes and he himself can be inaccessible on certain hours.", explained Yelena further.
"Not to mention in our recent report on his and other pro-heroes' cooperation constantly displaying undesirable results. Such as attention grabbing. Overly sponsored advertisements. Merchandise and media influence. The typical celebrity nonsense that does nothing to benefit law enforcement.", explained Erik.
"And it's not like they're using any of the SHIELD resources. They just use up financial assistance and criminal databases. Instead of working with the cops, they're a step ahead of him. Sounds good on paper, but considering the last financial assistance was used in a shampoo commercial.", explained Eddie.
"And one very important piece of info that seems to go over everyone's damn head in this school.", said an irritated Creed.
"And that is?", asked Arthur who was just given many reasons as to why he's now one of eight babysitters.
The four members of squad Doom looked at one another and unanimously declared that one important info.
"He's a shit mentor.", all four said simultaneously. All of squad Yelena blinked and held expressions that told them that they needed an explanation.
"Like Cain said, he's just there as emotional support. Any time Green gets any progress with his power is when he's getting his ass kicked by someone. So far he's just coming up with stuff on the fly to compensate.", explained Creed.
"Are you saying All-Might isn't providing any insight to how to function the quirk properly? That seems detrimental the successor's health.", pondered Yelena.
"He's trying. However, this is technically the first time he has ever experienced what it's like to mold someone else to be an exact copy of what he made himself to be. I theorized that it might just be what he too experienced when he was in Izuku's place many years ago. But I digress, it only proves that he will eventually have a minor role in Midoriya's road to being a worthy protector of this country's society.", concluded Doom.
"So whether we like it or not, we're going to be needed. Eventually.", said Simon. His expression saying that either outcome is fine by him.
"Why us though? Last time I checked we're not exactly on common ground with anyone here. Nor are we obligated. Why are we so hellbent on staying here for some kid? The eight of us are already packing heat with our own powers. Not to sound like the jealous type, but it seems like we're just small potatoes to whatever freckles over there could be.", said an aggravated Arthur.
"Director Carter has her reasons, Parks. Our presence here plays a part in our involvement in the world of pro-heroes. A very flawed system of heroics with far more secrets than even SHIELD.", defended Yelena.
"As much as I wish to agree on the idea of finally taking the fight to Hydra once more, I have come to terms with the necessity of monitoring the development of Izuku Midoriya. Especially with recent revelations our squad had discovered in All-Might's files during the beginning of the school year. There's an enemy. One that Japan has forgotten. Probably due to government involvement or the workings of an inner circle. Hero or Villain. But nevertheless, an enemy who is very much still alive.", explained Doom seriously.
"So how bad is this guy? He hasn't been around for a while. And knowing the whole fake death act is just the calm before the storm, this guy has to have something big if he's been waiting this long.", pondered Cain.
"My thoughts exactly. Whoever they are has become a phantom. A ringmaster in the shadows orchestrating events that the current hero generation has no awareness of. As we speak, there's a game that no one knows is being played.", proclaimed Doom.
"Ominous. Very spooky. So tell me, squad leader, how are we going to protect Green if we don't know anything else about this punk? Other than the fact he's "alive somehow".", asked Creed.
"We do know a name. I've done some digging through decades old files that SHIELD managed to gain from the Japanese Hero Public Safety Commission. The threat this enemy poses is held in secret to the point of obscurity. His name is the only piece of information that still holds manifest.", explained Erik.
Yelena Belova then leaned in and gave Doom an analytical look. "What's his name?", she asked him.
"All for One. We have no certainty on any abilities he might possibly have, thanks to Toshinori's reluctance. But considering All-Might's power is in fact inheritable and the likely possibility of previous owners, we could theorize that it is also possible that it took several generations of heroics to put this powerful villain into a deep, temporary decommission.", explained Doom further.
"So, we're going to be fighting an evil, powerful Immortal. Not like we didn't have many those back in our previous Earths.", joked Eddie.
"As if we'll ever get the chance, the laws in this country are our biggest pain to deal with. We do anything without permission, it's jail time in seconds.", complained Creed.
After that remark, the whole table returned to silence. Each member is thinking about how painfully slow three years will be until they're able to use their powers freely. Neither one decided to talk. They weren't friends, professional at best. Sure, they've known each other for a while. But it was all as agents of the Youth Department. They do know each other's variants from their own separate Earths, but it was never personal. The awkwardness they found themselves was degrading to their core. It was only until Simon Williams had the courage to start up a conversation.
"So hey, did you guys have a class president election in your homeroom too? Cause we did.", asked Simon cheerfully.
"I couldn't give a single fu-", before Creed could rudely answer, he was interrupted by a loud alarm going off in the cafeteria. In response, the whole student body panicked and rushed to the nearest exits for any form of safety.
Overhearing a student from Izuku's table, the siren that was ringing indicates a villain has broken into the School. The eight reincarnates however didn't care for the ruckus their peers were making and remained sitting at their table. Some of them decided to finish eating, but sadly their food got slightly cold. One student tried to pull at Creed's collar, only to receive a nasty backhand. The Canadian glared at the idiot for making him lose sight of Midoriya. The annoying commotion continued for a few more minutes until, to the surprise of Squad Doom, Iida of all people performed a very narrow stunt and slammed right on top the exit signs. His voice boomed loud enough to make all the students stop their panicking.
"Did he just say it's a news crew? Like the one from this morning?", asked Eddie with a raised eyebrow.
"I guess even engine legs have his uses. Shame, I was really hoping for a fight. From what I've heard from Green Bean, not a single villain had the guts to attack this place in a long time.", said a bored Creed. After the students had calmed down, lunch was announced over and everyone went to their next class. However, in the back of Doom's mind, something didn't add up. The young Latverian remembered looking up building blueprints when he hacked into the School's encrypted database. The security system of the grounds should have prevented a mere handful of civilians from entering. Even with equipment to get over the steel walls, the reporters should have been caught before the siren went off.
After the two squads departed to rejoin their classes, Doom snuck away to inspect the school's entrance. There, Aizawa and Present Mic had finally gotten the last of the reporters off campus grounds. Little did they know, the young Latverian had used his quirk to obtain a small, thin layer of the ruined gate. As well as some peculiar looking dust on the concrete. After getting what he needed, he quickly reunited with the rest of the class before anyone noticed he had been missing.
… Five Minutes Later in Class 1-A Homeroom …
One thoughtful speech from Midoriya about giving his position as class rep to Iida was all there was to be discussed before Aizawa gave a surprising announcement. For the rest of the day, Class 1-A will be performing rescue training in a private location near downtown. This news got the whole class excited for what's to come. Their chatter died down when Aizawa continued with the rest of his announcement. Apparently, costumes have been allowed to be optional for today's exercise.