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„So, let me get this straight: Your quirk, which opens portals into other dimensions, activates when you…sneeze?“

„Y-yes.“

„And you happened to walk by my students in the cafeteria, when one of the pepper containers fell down.“

„Yes?“

„And your quirk activated unwillingly. Sending my students god knows where.“

„U-um. I do know where, actually?“ The tiny first year design student fidgeted under Aizawas stare. He sighed.

„So…where are my students? And how do we get them back?“

„Um. In the marvel universe? I mean, that’s what people from other universes call it because there’s a cross-universal exchange of subconscious matter and-“

„Get to the point, if you please.“ Aizawa had no patience left to deal with yet another muttering teenager. Midoriya was bad enough already.

„U-um! Yes. They’re in the Marvel universe. It’s kinda like ours, with heroes and villains, so they shouldn’t be too out of place. They were scattered though, so I don’t know where they ended up exactly.“

Another deep sigh. „And how do they get back?“

„Ah. Um- that won’t be a problem? Or at least it shouldn’t be. The quirks effect reverse after a few hours, so as long as they don’t get hurt too bad in that time, they’ll be fine.“

Oh for… Aizawa knew his class well enough to know that those problem children would inevitably end up in troublesome situations. Time to get the first aid kits ready.

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Ochako couldn’t help but stare at the scene before her. She knew she’d probably see some quite unusual things when she decided to become a hero.

But this… she never quite expected this level of unusual. Which was the only word she could currently come up with that came even close to the weirdness that was the leatherjacket clad man in front of her arguing loudly with… a racoon-like person?

„Rocket, stop waving a plasmagun at her, goddamnit!“

„What the fuck! She just appeared out of thin air!!! This is clearly an attack!“

„Don’t be absurd, she hasn’t even harmed any of us! Just let the girl be so we can sort this out!“

„No I won’t you fucking puny piece of radiated screepiss!“

„Rocket!“

„What are ya gonna do, huh? I’m the one with a gun, not you!“

„Rocket, I don’t even – stop waving the gun at me!“

…

Standing a few feet away, the pink clad girl turned to the people standing next to her looking as if this were a normal occurence.

„Ah, excuse me?“ She turned to the friendly looking antenna lady. Between her, the huge tattooed guy and the fierce green skinned woman, she also seemed the most approachable. Oh, and there was a walking tree person. What an unusual quirk, she’d love to hear what Deku had to say about that when she told him! Well, once she figured out how to get back from… wherever this was, anyway.

„Yes?“ The antenna lady smiled at her, blinking her dark eyes.

„Is this…“ here she gestured vaguely at the man still loudly arguing with the weapon-laden… really, was that a racoonperson? Maybe it was a similar case to principal nedzu? She’d rather not ask, that seemed impolite. „Is that what they are normally like? They kind of remind me of two of my classmates.“

The antenna lady giggled. „You get used to it.“

The green skinned one made a hhhmp sound. „They act like children, both of them. Didn’t even notice we figured out you were just accidently teleported here ten minutes ago and they’re still at it!“

„I am Groot.“

„About that. I don’t know when I can go back. I’m sorry if I cause you distress because of that!“ That would be a shame, they seemed like nice people. Stealing a glance at the arguing pair, she amended; well, nice enough. „I’ll try to help you out to make up for it!“ She bobbed her head in a decisive nod, making her brown hair swish around.

„Nah, don’t worry about it. We get anomalies every other week. As long as it’s something harmless and not another one of Thanos‘ soldiers or one of the Scree fleets, we won’t have a problem.“

„I am Groot!“

„Good point. No flerken either.“

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„Hello! Are you a new student? I didn’t know there would be anyone joining us but it wouldn’t be the first time that happened unexpectantly! I’m kitty, by the way!“

Shoji blinked at the bubbly girl who had just unexpectantly accosted him. The word ‚unexpected‘ could be used liberally right now, if you asked him. He had, after all, just randomly teleported to what appeared to be a manor house in another country. America, he’d say from the girls accent.

„I’m Shoji Mezo.“He was still busy wondering what the hell was happening to him, but it was ingrained in him to greet back when talked to. Mama Shoji had raised no rude boy. „I’m… not a new student here. In fact, where is here?“

„Huh?“ Now it was the girls turn to blink in astonishment. „You’re not? Oh, sorry. I just expected it, because you’re not old enough tob e a teacher or a friend of the professor and… well…“ she gestured vaguely towards his arms „You’re clearly a mutant, right?“

„…“

„Ah! I didn’t mean to be rude or anything! It’s just that we’re all mutants, see? I know some of us can have hang-ups about that and some don’t like the way it makes us look or how it manifests and then there’s the prejudice and the political agenda against pro-mutant laws and-“

„It’s okay.“ He simply said. He had decided this girl was nice enough and clearly not a threat. Maybe she would know more about what brought him here? She had mentioned teachers and a professor in her breathless run-on apology right now, hadn’t she?

„I don’t mind being called a mutant. I also don’t mind how I look, don’t worry. My parents have similar mutation quirks, so we’re used to people staring.“

„Oh! Thank goodness, I thought I had been too rude!“ The girl brightened right up, bouncing on her feet and making her ponytail bob behind her. „What do you mean by quirks anyway? I don’t think you look particularly quirky. Quirky people usually wear brighter clothes, in my experience!“ She laughed, making him slightly confused at her…joke? Clearly, he must be missing a case of humour getting lost in translation.

„…So, not to be rude, but where are we? I do not know how I got here but I’m pretty sure I’m far from where I just was.“

„Oh, right! Sorry about that, I completely forgot! We’re at X-mansion, home of the X-men!“

„X-men? That sounds like a group name for heroes. Is this an agency then?“

„…Agency? Like, Heroes in a group, but as an actual job with agencies and paperwork and stuff? Ist hat a thing where you’re from?“

„…“

„…?“

„…“

„…“

„…I think I may be very far from home. You mentioned teachers? Could I speak to them?"

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Tenya was aware his perception of personal space could differ a bit from other people. Once he was too invested in a topic, he tended to gesticulate wildly close to other people, nearly hitting them sometimes. Uraraka had recently taken to gently reminding him about what he was doing because of it. So, he did try to respect other peoples peronal space. But having his own invaded like this was a new experience.

As he watched wide-eyed, the grinning man with a goatee was getting even closer to him, prodding him with some kind of apparatus.

„I must insist you stop this right now, sir! I am not a robot!“

The man reminded him somewhat of that crazy pink-haired girl who had disgraced him terribly in the sports festival. She had had the same gleam in her eyes.
„Tony, really. Leave the poor boy alone. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for this.“ At least the other man, a gentle looking guy with dark brown eyes, seemed to be on his side.

„But there are jets in his legs, Bruciebear! I just want to take a little look! I am not going to harm him, see?“ And Tony pointed at where Friday was already doing a scan on the wildly gesticulating teenager that had randomly dropped from the ceiling ten minutes ago.

„Look, he even moves like a robot!“ Tony grinned even larger. „Maybe he’s a cyborg?“

„Mister, I assure you I am not a robot! I may look like this but it is simply a part of my quirk! I implore you to stop this behaviour right now!“

„Okay, fine. I’m rude, but I ain’t touching people against their will.“ The man shuddered. „Consent is important, kid! Remember that!“
Tenya was left blinking at the sudden turn of events, as the man turned to some sort of… screen? Holographic tablet? That popped up from a sidetable. What was with this guy?

„I already got all the scans I wanted anyway!“

Ah.

Just like the girl from the sports festival, indeed.

By his side, the other man just sighed, some tenseness disappearing from his shoulders. „Nevermind Tony, he’s actually quite nice once you get to know him.“ Turning toward him fully, Tenya noticed that some green sparks had appeared in the mans eyes. How strange, maybe a part of a transformation quirk? If Midoriya was here, he would surely mumble up a storm right now. Tenya had never managed to break his friend fully out of his rude habit.

„Anyway, who exactly are you?“ The scientist – judging by the technical surroundings he probably was a scientist he guessed- asked calmly. „You already explained you don’t know how you got here exactly, but where did you come from?“

Tenya decided to treat this man as the authority figure in this situation. He always felt better when he could follow guidelines, and reporting to the heroes- or teachers- in charge was something he was used to as the class representative.

„I am Iida Tenya! I am a student of the hero course at UA High school! From what I could see before I was transported here, it seems I got caught up in a quirk-related incident!“ He should probably apologise for randomly dropping on them actually. It was deplorably rude, really. „I am very sorry I disturbed you, it was not my attention! Please excuse my rude behaviour!!“ Bowing at a 90 degree angle, Tenya nearly lost his glasses.

The older man looked at him slightly askance as he righted himself again. „A… quirk-related accident?“ Bruce lifted an eyebrow. „And what exactly is a…quirk? Ist hat what you call mutations and enhancements where you come from?“ Not waiting for an answer, the man sighed. It seemed things like this weren’t all that unusual to him. Tenya was not surprised, any person that reminded him of the pink-haired menace (he shuddered again in remembrance) must be the cause of a lot of disturbances.

The man was still looking at him, seeming exasperated. „Not that it really matters. And please stop bowing already. It’s alright, the only rude one here is Tony.“

„Hey! I resemble that accusation!“ Not looking up from whatever graph he was studying on the hologram in front of him, the bearded man didn’t even turn around as he added: „Besides, I’m only trying to find out how to get you back home safely! See?“ And he gestured to a simulation popping up in front of him.
„From the readings JARVIS took, this was caused by some kind of time-space adjointed energy expulsion, centered around the space where mini-Terminator here appeared earlier. The same space where there was a small disturbance in electro-magnetic energy not a few seconds beforehand. Which is still there, by the way, but slowly moving into the opposite direction.“ The man turned towards them, an excited gleam in his eyes.

Tenya felt the urge to take a step back. Not another one, dear lord the pink haired support student had been bad enough but at least he knew that she was just a student. He knew nearly nothing about this guy. Except that he liked poking at people, apparently.

„In other words“ the man continued, making a grand gesture towards Tenya „Robocop got transported here by a temporary teleportation beam! As soon as the leftover energy takes on enough speed, the effect will be reversed. Essentially, you’ll be transported right back to where you came from, no harm done.“

„That’s… you really think he’ll be fine?“ The other scientist- Bruce?- seemed slightly sceptical.

„Yeah sure, Bruciebear! I’m at least 94% sure nothing is going to happen to him! Plus, the readings prove it. Science doesn’t lie, Brucie!“ The man grinned widely as he said that.

Tenya gulped. A vivid picture of pink hair and goggles flashed in front of his eyes. "Don't worry!" A wide smile and dangerously glinting eyes. "You'll be just fine!"

Why him.

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Mineta finally, finally caught a lucky break. Damn right! In his opinion, he more than deserved it!

His last few months had been abysmal, wich was totally unfair. Not only had he been thrown out of the hero course – for no good reason! There had never been a problem with him just… taking a look at the hot babes before, so why was it suddenly a reason for expulsion? Bitch please, he didn’t deserve that!- but also his grades had been pretty bad and he had trouble adjusting to the course load of the gen ed class he had been enrolled in.

What the hell man! Why the fuck did he have to learn advanced arithmatics? The hero course didn’t have to learn that shit, right!? He couldn’t even cheat off that hot Momo-babe anymore, even though her notes had saved his ass a lot of times. What the fuck! A future hero like him didn’t need that shit!

But that was the problem, wasn’t it? He wasn’t in the hero course anymore. But he’d have to be in there to become a hero and then he’d have all the hot fangirls a guy could dream about, all ready and willing to go to bed with him. Awww, yeah. But that dream wasn’t really all that achievable anymore, what with him being in gen ed now and all. The babes in his new class weren’t even as hot as the ones in the hero course! Bunch of ugly bitches. He deserved some eye candy at least, damn it!

And it was all that brainwashing freaks‘ fault! I fit hadn’t been for that unnatural shit and his high placement in the sports festival, he wouldn’t have even gotten thrown into gen ed, he was sure of it! And instead of him being able to get all the girls‘ attention as he should rightly do, it was that freak sitting in his seat, getting his free way into hero life!

So no one could blame him when he went up to him in the cafeteria to take back his rightful place! It was totally natural. And that freak had already integrated himself with all the cuties in the class, sitting next to Uraraka-babe and opposite the weird mumbling dude with the brokkoli hair. (And people said his hair was weird! At least his had to do with his quirk and wasn’t just unnatural for no reason!)

That fucking piece of shit hadn’t even paid him any attention! How dare he!

And then, it happened. He was just considering crawling under the table- he was small enough and he had his phone with him, perfect time to take some panty shots!- when some weird chick from another course walked by and sneezed. Next thing he knew, he was in a weird woodsy place, surrounded by some absolute babes.

Like damn.

He wasn’t really all that much into the knight aesthatic when it came to cosplay, but these ladies really made it work fort hem! Like that tall brunette with the most bombastic pair of tits he had the pleasure of laying his eyes on since he had managed to sneak a camera into the teachers changing room and had gotten some really nice shots of midnight… anyway, this was great!

He could have done without all the weapons pointing at him suddenly, but oh well! He was sure they could sort out this misunderstanding soon and then maybe he could get to know all these sexy ladies a bit better? Uuuh, the things they could do with this many sexy wixen!

And there was this dark skinned beauty with some murder legs, who seemed to be the leader here, coming up to him. Hell yeah! This was like the beginning of a porno- something like a harem scenario, surely.

„Who are you. How did you get here. This is our sacred land, you should not be here.“ Ah, she even had that sexy pretend-authorative tone he found super sexy. Just like that female cop in „three girls, one cop“. He loved that one.

Mineta had no idea how he had ended up in the middle of a porno shoot but damn, if he didn’t make the best of it! Looking around, he couldn’t even see the cameras. These must be professionals! Better go for a classic response then, couldn’t go wrong with that, right?

„So what if I did enter here? What do you want to do about it?“ He made sure to sound as deep and sultry as possible, with a hint of demeaning dom. He had a role to play, after all. „Where else would you not want me to… enter?“

And that is when he noticed he’d fucked up.

Because having all those- highly muscular and weapon-laden now that he looked closer- women advancing on him at once did kind of clue him in that this might be another kind of porno. Especially when that sexy boss lady loosened a sword from her hip, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

„Ah, shit no! I’m not into that kinda stuff!“ He cried while trying to escape. But there was nowhere to go, he was surrounded on all sides by hot babes with really shiny weapons. „This is all a misunderstanding! I’m not the actor that was supposed to be here, super not!“

There was no escape. And that sword in boss ladys hand was really sharp looking…

„But I’m not an M! And abuse porn is super not my thing! NoooOOOOOO-“

And that was the last thing he could get out before the horde of valkyries descended on the disgusting man who had entered their abode.

And everybody knew what happened to men who did that without allowance…

Ah well.

Not everyone, it seemed. But no matter, they soon would remember. This one would make a nice example once they were done with him and had him strung up on the outer walls.

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„Wow, that’s really cool! Is that material also a synthetic variant or ist hat organic? `Cause it looks like it’s actually coming, like, out of you and not from some kind of machine and no offense or anything, really I kinda have the same problem because everyone thinks I actually shoot spiderwebs from, like, my actual hands but it’s really just a contraption, see? Anyway, I’m Spiderman – at least that’s what I’m called, like, obviously I’m not gonna tell you my real name because of the secret identity and all- and who are you!!!?“

„…?“ Hanta blinked. Had that guy—had that guy even taken a single breath between all of that? Like, jeez.

He didn’t understand most of what the guy in the weird homemade (at least it looked that way? Jeez, who actually wore swimming goggles for parkour?) suit was saying.

Admittedly, his english wasn’t the best and he wasn’t even sure where he had ended up nevermind where that other guy had come from. All he knew was that one moment, he was laughing with his friends before class started and the next, he landed here.

Here being the middle of some city he’d never seen before, but judging by the skyscrapers, it must be a major one. And as if that wasn’t already confusing enough, he landed in the middle of some kind of conflict between the – did he say his name was spiderman? What a lame name, Midnight-sensei would have never let that go through! It was way too descriptive! Anyway, the spiderdude was fighting some armed people in black masks, and judging by the bags full of paper money lying around, they were bad guys.

Okay then.

He might not know what the hell was happening, but he could deal with bad guys. Maybe this was some kind of training exercise? It seemed like the kind of unexpected obstacle Aizawa-sensei would totally throw at them randomly.

Alright! His marks weren’t the worst but he sure couldn’t afford failing a surprise test like this! „I’m Cellophane! And I can totally help you with these guys as a hero should! Leave it to me!“

„Huh? But I don’t even know y-“ whatever the spiderdude was about to say got interrupted by one of the masked men who had apparently lost patience and didn’t want to stand around gapejawed like his brethren, staring up at the homemade superhero (?) and the random teenager that had just fallen from the sky with no warning whatsoever.

Dodging a shot from the robbers gun, Spiderdude turned to Hanta again: „Ya know what? Okay. I could use some help right about now. You take the one on the left and I on the right, ‘kay?“

„Allright!“ At least he could understand that, now that the other was talking a bit less frantically. (And seriously, what was up with that? He had talked like Midoriya when he went on one of his quirk mumble-rants before Uraraka knocked him out of it, sheesh.) He should probably pay more attention to what present mic-sensei taught them in english, huh?

Anyway. He swung and had the first attacker down and wrapped up in record time, his gun safely secured and locked (and hadn’t that been a fun day of classes? There was a special appearance by Snipe-sensei and all. Hagakure had been the MVP that day, she even gave him some pointers on how to deal with the safety features faster, which reeeeaaaally came in clutch right now. Bless that girl.)

At the same time, the spider-man?-boy?, whatever, had taken out the rest of the bad guys so now they were just sort of…standing there awkwardly, surrounded by wrapped up would-be robbers.

Huh.

Come to think of it, he had never considered what one actually did after a spontaneous hero-matchup. Were there, like, rules or something?

…

Maybe he should try small talk?

Present Mic-sensei always said good small talk skills was a great way to get plus points in the hero ratings because they acted as social lubricant- whatever that was supposed to mean exactly. His english should be sufficient for that though, so… Welp. Might as well?

„So, did you make that suit yourself?“

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Doreen Green was used to seeing things a bit different than other people.

No wonder, seeing as she herself was different than other people, what with being able to talk to squirrels and having a bushy tail and heightened physical abilities herself and all that.

Talking to animals that understood her better than most humans did also didn’t exactly leave her with the same kind of socialisation that other human teenagers her age had. Probably anyway. Squirrels were awesome company, as far as she was concerned.

So when she came across a rather unusual sight in the forest near her parents house one day, her first reaction wasn’t what other peoples‘ would probably be.

How would an average person even react to what seemed to be a pinkish, living rock person in a uniform of some sort just sitting there on the forest floor, basically covered in various animals?

Well, they probably wouldn’t just stand there, tilting their heads to one side and staring at them.

The person stared back.

She thought the person was a boy, somewhere around her own age. Another mutant maybe? He looked like one.

Doreen blinked at him.

He blinked back.

The squirrel sitting on his head (was that John? She always confused him with his twin brother James) had noticed her and let out an excited churring noise, before promptly jumping over onto her shoulders, chirping about having found a new friend that had given him food.

Doreen listened with half an ear, but she was more preoccupied by the boy that also listened to the squirrel.

…He could talk to squirrels too? She had never met another mutant that had that power. That was so cool! Plus, maybe he could speak more animal languages than squirrelese, judging by the amount of birds sitting on and near him, plus the mouse looking out his pockets. And was that a badger lying next to him?

Doreen decided that anyone who attracted so many animals couldn’t be a bad person – plus, the boy looked pretty peaceful, sitting there all nice and surrounded by fauna like a disney princess. She plopped down in front of him.

„Hello! I’m Doreen and I can talk to squirrels!“ Which translated somewhat awkwardly to squirrelese – squirrels surprisingly didn’t have an actual word for ‚squirrel‘, so she just pointed at the little guy on her shoulder as she said that. „And who are you?“

The boy blinked, his eyes wide in surprise. His big hands were preoccupied with petting a white rabbit, but he managed to somehow convey the air of someone who awkwardly twiddled their thumbs anyway as he answered quietly, „Kota. I came here because of an accident, I think.“

He spoke squirrelese as well! She knew it!

A smile split her face, as she took out some nuts and dried berries she always carried around with her and offered him some. „Sorry to hear that. Wanna tell me more?“

The boy looked at her and nodded, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.

Huh. With the harsh edges of his face, she didn’t expect him to look cute. But he sure did, especially with the shy smile spreading on his face now.

Wow.

If only she wasn’t sure the boy would have to go back to wherever he had come from originally. She’d like to get to know him better.

Maybe she’d use the time she had to do just that. It wasn’t every day she came across a cute boy that spoke her language after all.

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Fumikage wasn’t quite sure how he got to be where he was.

Nevermind that he also wasn’t quite sure why there were suddenly some rather villainous figures attacking him for seemingly no reason.

Or where the even more suddenly appearing masked hero had come from before Fumi could so much as command dark shadow to the forefront.

However, what he was sure of was the nature of said masked hero.

He nodded to himself. It was quite clear to him.

„I see. You too prefer to linger in the realm of shadows to save those that have turned too far from the light. A honorable profession, indeed.“

There was a moment of dramatic silence after his speech, the older mans stare could be felt on him even through the twilight of the alley they were in and the mask over his eyes.

„…That’s one way to put it. I am the protector of this part of the city might be an easier way to say things.“ The red-clad man looming over Tokoyami had a deep rumbling voice, quite fitting he thought.

Clearly, this was a man of honor and respect of the darker side of the universe.

Oh, glory on this day that he had found another disciple of darkness!

He decided this person could be trusted. Even if he weren’t a wanderer of shadows like himself, the man was still clearly a hero and as such automatically trustworthy.

„What a mad banquet of darkness!“

„…excuse me?“

„…“ Okay, Fumi was aware that his phrases could be misconstrued but he sometimes just couldn’t help himself, alright?

„…so anyway. Why are you here, child? This part of town is dangerous. You should get back home.“ The man sighed. „And please, take of that mask. Playing hero isn’t a game. Train and come back in a few years, when you’re an adult and better equipped to deal with the dangers of this city. This world is harsh and those too weak will get hurt from the dangers that lurk in the darkness.“

Fumis hunch had been correct, this man was worth looking up to! What a wonderfully dramatic statement! The dangers in the dark, indeed! Of course, he knew all about that. Still, there was one thing the man had misunderstood…

„The dangers of the dark are no strangers to me. I was born with the darkness and I shall live with it by my side for as long as I live. The Darkness is in me and I am part of it!“ „Exactly. Hi! I am the darkness!“ qDamn it, dark shadow always used the worst moments to ruin his speeches.

The hero startled, his head whipping from side to side. „Another ventriloquist? Are you with Mysterio?“ he seemed angry suddenly „I told that idiot he wasn’t welcome in hells kitchen!“

Huh? What was he talking about? Was the man perhaps not truly aware of dark shadows menacing presence?

„…that was just dark shadow, my quirk. He is a personification born out of the spirit of darkness and shadows. I do not know who this mysterious person is that you are talking about.“

„Your…quirk.“

„Yes.“

„…a personification of darkness.“ The man was speaking slowly, his tone indicating that his eyebrows were raised underneath his mask. „Aaaha.“

„…oh. Errm. Also. I am not wearing a mask. This is my face.“

„…“

The man sighed, sounding defeated.

„Alright then. Just… just come with me for now. I suppose I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team.“

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Before he'd come to UA and met Izuku, everyone had always told Shinso that his power was evil. That he would never amount to more than a villain. They were afraid of him. Afraid of what he could do with his quirk. Just a word was enough and he’d have total control.

He had always fought against the masses. Even if no one ever supported his dreams, no one ever saw how hard he was fighting… until that green haired idiot had looked at him and started to ramble how cool his quirk was. Now, he was part of the hero course in the world famous UA. He would become a hero. He would earn their respect.

Instead of fear, he wanted people to look at him with hope.

He had long since sworn he would never use his powers for bad. The only reason he would ever even consider actively harming someone with them would have to be in very specific circumstances.

Izuku had helped him write them out once. It had been part of a lecture about trauma responsibility. The lesson had been clearly imparted: Never judge anyone too quickly. The only way he would use lethal force was if the criminal he went up against would otherwise kill dozens of people and there was no one else present and able to take them down non-lethally.

He was reminded of that particular plan right now. Staring at the huge purple guy standing in front of him while he was forced into a kneeling position by some rather hideous guys (?) with distorted features and some seriously cool looking guns. Now if only those weapons weren’t pointed at him…

The purple dude was busy holding a monologue about conquering the worlds-blablabla- restoring balance by killing half the universe-blabla.

That villain definitely fit the category, didn’t he? And there was no one here to help him escape, nevermind take down this guy.

In other words: either he considered this a situation Zet or he would die. And countless others too, if any of what the grapeman was saying had even a hint of truth to it.

Well. There really was no other way, was there?

Shinso sighed silently, before opening his mouth to speak: „So what exactly is your plan anyway?“

The purple dude was so hyped up in his own speech that he didn’t even consider punishing him for his crime of speaking without allowance to do so. Good. He was counting on the lecture about egocentrical villain behaviour being true in this case.

„I will bring back the lost balance to the universe! The planets and societies are burdened with too much life to sustain themselfes! I have travelled far across the galaxies and once I have found what I search for I shall---“

„Yeah, I’ve heard enough. Go off yourself. And take your army with you.“

Glassy eyes stared at him uncomprehendingly. Then, a gloved hand raised and the two stones set into it started shining brightly. There was screaming from behind him, the robed man from earlier running towards them desperately… but he was too late.

In one smooth movement, the purple dude snapped his fingers. The next moment, everything around him was silent except for the motor or whatever was powering the spaceship he was on doing their thing somewhere in the background.

There was only dust left of his captors, a single golden glove clinking to the ground in front of him.

Huh.

Neat.

That was much easier than he’d expected. Too easy in fact. Silently, Shinso decided never again to tell someone to kill themselves. This kind of power was terrifying.

But at least he was no longer in danger of sudden decapitation by angry purpleman deciding he wasn’t a worthy audience to his insane rambles anymore.

That wasn’t too bad.

...Now if only he could remember that one lesson about getting out of shackles…

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Hope van Dyne really needed a break, goddamn it all.

It was just one of those days, you know? The ones where everything went wrong all at once, as if the universe as a whole had simply decided to spite her specifically.

Actually, her day had gone to shit even before they had started this mission. She’d stubbed her toe on her bed, her favorite pair of trousers had a stain on them she hadn’t noticed before and she had to fend off some of the more annoying managers for hours after her father had yet again managed to piss them off. (It should not be her job as a CEO to clean up after her fathers mistakes. Sometimes she really hated him.)

The annoyance grew even more when she went on an infiltration mission that evening.

It was simple, in theory: get in, steal back the information their villain of the week had managed to get through a spy earlier that week, then get back out. Don’t make a scene, don’t get noticed. Make their enemy think this was a technical error and hinder them from realizing they owned highly futuristic shrinking technology.

That was the problem though. It was simple in theory. And it would’ve been simple in praxis too, if she hadn’t had to take Scott along with her.

Don’t get her wrong, he could usually be quite helpful in missions. But this time- well, let’s just say today his childishness was cranked up to level 100 for some reason.

At least their target was otherwise busy (dealing with their own company probably, she had ensured they’d be busy elsewhere to consult his lawyers on one hell of a lawsuit for a while. Company espionage was no joke.)

So, even with the added burden of one (1) hyped up idiot in a shrinking suit and enough technical knowledge to take apart pretty much any type of mechanical invention you threw at him, she was confident they’d be able to do this. And then she could go home, sleep, and hopefully wake up to a better day tomorrow.

Well, that was before said idiot almost caused their targets alarm system to go off. Twice.

Hope didn’t even know how he managed to do that in the first place, since they were technically currently too small to even trigger laser based detection programs, let alone motion sensors but somehow he almost did so anyway.

It took her nearly twenty minutes to get him to quiet down and actually do what they were supposed to be doing – wiping their rivals computers from all the stolen company secrets and finding something to incriminate them further.

But before they could even get that done, the alarm went off. The doors and windows automatically locked and a loud beeping sound started up.

BEE-OOO BEEE-OOO BEEE-OOO!

And it wasn’t even Scotts fault this time! Unless he had something to do with the randomly appearing girl in the room. Judging from his gaping face and the shocked silence over the comms – he was usually a chatterbox and today especially so (seriously, had he had nothing but sugar and coffeine for breakfast?)- he wasn’t the cause of the chaos at hand for once.

BEE-OOO BEEE-OOO BEEE-OOO!

But if it wasn’t Scott, then where did the girl come from? And who was she, anyway? At least hope thought it was a she, the long hair and the skirt seemed to hint at a teenage girl in some kind of school uniform – japanese or korean, maybe? Was she teleported here? But why? And by whom?

Before hope could formulate a plan to deal with this unexpected hurdle, the girl turned around.

From where Hope and Scott were crouched just behind the computer monitor, they could clearly see the big round eyes and… the rather froglike mouth the girl possessed. A mutant then.

…But one with froglike features of all things? Was she sent to catch them? But who would do that? Who would even know they were there? Their target certainly wasn’t smart enough to foresee them invading his office… right?

BEE-OOO BEEE-OOO BEEE-OOO!

Jeez, with this annoying alarm going on, she couldn’t even think straight.

The girl seemed just as confused as them, so maybe she wasn’t an assassin after all.

BEE-OOO BEEE-OOO BEEE-OOO!

Oh, to hell with it! To hell with this mission, to hell with this day! And to hell with this godforsakenly loud alarm!

Their mission was blown anyway, so she might as well make their exit faster. At least they got part of what they came here for to begin with, all info was deleted, the servers scrubbed.

Hope was too pissed off right now to worry about the froggirl snatching up her tiny form, so she flew right out from her hiding spot and returned to her actual size midair, shooting out the cameras and speakers as she did so. (wouldn’t do to have proof of the pym particle tech floating around, now would it?)

She landed on one knee, her gun in hand and aimed at- an empty space.

The girl meanwhile, had somehow quickly jumped to the other side of the office. Right over the table, computer monitor and overly ostentatious deskchair. Huh.

But she didn’t do anything else, just looked at her for a second, then said in a surprisingly calm voice: „I think I was just part of an accident. Sorry to disturb your work, miss hero.“ A pause, then: „Ribbit.“

Huh, indeed.

Well… this was quite unusual. But the girl seemed to mean no harm. And she had addressed her as ‚miss hero‘ which probably meant she wouldn’t try to harm them. Instead, it sounded more respectful than anything else.

Even Scott, who had somehow managed to get one foot stuck in the bin while resizing, seemed more confused than suspicious of the unexpected person.

Since they still needed to get out and she wasn’t disturbed by terrible noise anymore, she decided to go with a reasonable escape plan: „Alright. I’d like to hear more, but we do not have time now.“ „My partner and I,“ She nodded to Scott „have to escape, as otherwise our cover will be blown. Come with us for now, or you might end up in hostile territorry.“

There, vague enough to not tell much of what they were doing here but getting across the urgency of their situation. Good enough for now.

The girl took a small moment to consider, then nodded. „Okay, ribbit. Lead the way.“

Okay. Okay, good. Now to get out of here unnoticed and without setting off even more alarms- and with a person they couldn't shrink.

Hope sighed quietly. She just really needed a break.

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Green hair. No chemical residue, no hint of regrowing roots. Not dyed.

A mutant? Likely. Especially because the green haired boy had just appeared in the middle of his living room no more than a few seconds ago.

A teleporter? Unlikely, the boy seemed confused upon arrival. Unplanned or from another source.

To defeat a teleporter, the asset would need to move quickly to prevent his target from avoiding his attacks.

No.

He wasn’t the asset. He was…

He was…

In the time he took to get his thoughts back in order, the boy had realized that he was in an unknown place and become aware of the still man with a metal arm pointing a gun at his head.

A beat of silence, then the boy slowly raised his hands and, looking around again, said: „Hello? Do you speak english?“

Accented english, japanese descent can be assumed.

„Because I don’t think I’m in japan anymore and this looks like it could be somewhere in europe but I only speak japanese and english so I hope you speak that so we can talk?“

That…was said very fast.

The soldier blinked.

The green haired unknown entity blinked back.

„…Yes.“

„Yes you speak english? Oh, that’s great! So, uh… sorry, but I don’t mean you any harm so please stop aiming the gun at me? I know you didn’t expect me to be here, like, I didn’t expect me to be here, but I assure you it was an accident! See, there was this girl with a really cool quirk and I think she accidentaly activated it and that brought me here.“ Ah, so there was a teleporter after all. Female second party confirmed, level of danger unknown. Intentions unknown, assumed non-hostile.

„…you should not be here.“ He decided on saying, lowering his gun for now. If he needed to take action, the soldier was trained well enough to do so at any any given moment, if need be.

„Yeah, I’m really sorry about that!“ The teen panicked a little, bowing to him. The soldier didn’t miss his eyes flickering about his temporary base, catagolizing everything in sight. His first instinct wasn’t that far off, this person clearly had some kind of intel training. Not enough to fool him, but few did.

„I’m pretty sure I’ll go back on my own in some time, that type of activated teleport-quirk usually has a timelimit. Unless it’s a true teleportation quirk, but I don’t think this is one. Actually, this might not even be my own universe. Ah! But I haven’t even introduced myself yet! So sorry. I’m Izuku Midoriya, nice to meet you!“

This… was a lot. The soldier found himself unexpectedly without a clue on how to react. Non-hostile but trained teleporting teenagers did not fall into any category he could think of.

The soldier decided to investigate further.

Now, to seem more welcome… he tucked the gun away and, slightly hesitantly, reached out his non-metallic hand for the boy to shake.

„Hello. Nice to meet you. Say, where did you come from?“

In the following two hours, the soldier learned a lot about the world Izuku came from. And it really was another world, superpowers and highly developed technology included.

Despite himself, he thought that it was all just… really cool.

Before he knew it, they were sitting at the table, tea in hands and chatting away about different ways to utilise lasers – „My classmate has a quirk like that, it sounds like he could use it like that hero ironman does, from what you said. Doyou think the velocity and energy density could also-“ – and the best ways to block explosions – „What do you mean he hurt you with that? That just ain’t right. Friends don’t do that kinda shit. Real friends are with ya till the end of the line.“ – when suddenly, a flash of light appeared above them.

Izuku had just enough time to say „Bye, mr. Barnes! And thank you for the tea!“ before he was janked upwards and into the portal by an unseen force.

Within seconds, it was as if the green haired young man had never been here, if it wasn’t for the cooling cup of tea still sitting on the other side of his table.

„…bye, punk.“ James said to the empty apartment. Suddenly, it didn’t feel quite as cold as it had not two hours ago.

For the first time in too many years to count, a small smile sneaked onto his face.

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The Torch was flying at near supersonic speeds to reach the approaching enemy before they could start attacking the civilians in the central plaza.

Damn it!

Why did he fall into that damned bastards trap?! He knew Dr.Doom played evil tricks like this all the time, but he still fell for it like a total beginner! And now people were in danger because he and the Thing were still too far away to help defend against the army of robots advancing onto the unsuspecting civilians.

And Su was on the other side of the city, just because he was dumb enough to believe the bomb threat so much that they split up tot he different locations.

Except there were no bombs at all.

Fuck!

Fucking damn it!

They were almost there now, just a few seconds… There! He could see the first telltale glint of a robotic limb reaching out behind a kid. This newest generation of Doombots were made especially for surprise attacks and could come up behind people so silently and swiftly that their victims wouldn’t know to react until it was already too late to flee.

CRASH!

With an earsplittingly loud smash, he punched the bot with all the extra power his speed gave him, nearly taking off ist entire head with one fiery right hook. The poor kid finally registered what just happened and started screaming which was both good and bad.

Good, because it attracted the other civilians attention, and bad, because now there was a massive panic breaking out as the other doom bots made themselfes known and started herding people towards the center of the plaza.

„Fuck! Fuckedy Fuck Fuck!“ Johnny cursed, aiming at the next bot. Despite his speed and fiery power, he wasn’t able to defeat the bots fast enough. For every one he turned into a molten scrappile, another two took their place. It was like a goddamn hydra. If hydras had lasereyes and comically evil robotfaces made out of red lamps. (Johnny was pretty sure Victor was doing that just because he thought it was funny. But who the fuck even knew what went on in that psycho’s brain.)

From the corner of his eye, he saw Mr. Fantastic stretch his arms to catch a metal claw before it could smash into a nearby cars windows. Go, Rich! But man, what a poor bastard that driver was. Imagine you just wanna drive somewhere one day and then you have to deal with this shit. At least Johnny and his crew were used to this kinda thing.

Speaking of things he was familiar with, from the sounds of it, The Thing had also finally made his way onto the battlefield, protecting people with his tough skin. (Rock? Rockskin? Skinrock? Whatever, it worked.)

More firepower, but it still wasn’t enough, most of the people still weren’t able to flee, too panicked and disoriented by the chaos around them.

Fuck, this would be so much easier if he didn’t have to protect the civilians. This was why they usually worked with the authorities to evacuate beforehand which they would have done this time too if Johnny hadn’t been an absolute moron and fallen for that obvious fucking trap.

Again, Fuck!

But at least Su was doing a great job, civilians kept getting seemingly guided on safe routes out of the dangerzone by an invisible force.

Great! Though he didn’t know why she wasn’t using her force fields to help too, he appreciated every second he could destroy these damn things without putting someone in danger.

His teammates seemed to think the same thing, as they too started picking up the pace.

Before he knew it, all the bots were nothing more than broken pieces of garbage and there were no civilian casualties. Well, except for a few scratches, one broken arm and that poor traumatised driver who probably needed a bunch of therapy now.

Catching his breath, Johnny joined up with the others as usual. Richard was a little worse for wear, having gotten a lasert o his hair at some point (it was still slightly smoking at the very top) and Ben was unfazed as usual. And Su was…

„Hey guys? Where’s Su?“

The other two blinked at him, before looking around as well. Susan must be here somewhere, she helped earlier after all. Richard decided to take out his phone. „Hey Susan? Where are you? Did you get hurt? Do you need help?“

Even from where he was standing next to him, Johnny could clearly hear his sisters exasperated reply. „I could have used some help ten minutes ago when I disassembled this bomb. You know, the one you were supposed to regularly check in on with me? Also, there's this kid, just appeared out of the blue, pretty sure he's a mutant. You guys better get your asses over here. Pronto.“ Johnny winced. She got that no-nonsense tone from mom.

„Wait, what? What boy? And there really was a bomb? But Johnny didn’t…Wait. If you are still at location Alpha, then who…?“ Richard trailed off.

There was a moment of silence, then an awkward sound of someone clearing their throat could be heard. „Eerm. Hello?“ The voice of a young woman – or maybe a girl?- spoke up from the seemingly empty space beside them. „I’m Hagakure. Nice to meet you?“