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Shouta Aizawa was angry. Granted, he was always in a bad mood, but he was very angry this morning. The reason? Two days ago, he had met Izuku Midoriya, also known as Spider-Man. Now, the man would admit that he probably overreacted two days ago when he had met the teen, or more precisely, the teen's mother, Inko Midoriya. What followed was a disaster, one that had been boiling for some time. After all, after finding out that Izuku Midoriya had been influencing his class into being vigilantes, got the teacher humiliated and kicked out of FEAST, and now the teen's mother had made Aizawa lose power in his class, things had turned into a total disaster for Shouta Aizawa.
Not only that, thanks to the teen's mother, Nezu was about to get his paws on his current best student, Katsuki Bakugo. Aizawa would admit the kid still needed a ton of work, in particular his attitude, but his drive...he had good grades and a true drive to be a hero! That was so rare! And yet, that too was now being messed with.
As such, the man was not in a good mood. At least he could admit that there was one good thing about to happen: He had a new tool to get his class in shape. They were nowhere near ready for final exams. Heck, they were just lucky in the sports festival this year. However, that would change since Nezu had still agreed to let him use the Top Four third years as teaching assistants. This led to where he was now, stomping down the hallway to his classroom. He could hear the students talking though, meaning they were still not alert enough. How annoying.
Taking a deep breath, he stopped at the room's door and grabbed the handle. And as he shifted the frame to the side, the students zipped to their seats, silence instantly hitting the room.
"Two seconds." Aizawa grumbled as he walked up to the podium in the room, "Villains would have still killed half of you, but you're doing slightly better." The class flinched at this as they saw their teacher's face, his usual bored expression now showing something they hadn't seen before: Genuine anger. That alone made at least half of them internally gulp as Aizawa let out a long sigh before saying, "Two things this morning for homeroom."
His eyes shifted over to Katsuki Bakugo, the anger slightly receding as he spoke up, "The first thing is you, Bakugo." The student raised an eyebrow at this, one of the few not showing fear on his face. "Principal Nezu wants to speak with you this morning before regular classes start." He pointed to the door, the teen letting out a 'tch' before getting up and pacing out of the room, the teacher glancing back at his students, "Don't ask what it's about."
A moment of silence followed this, Aizawa taking a small breath before speaking again, "Alright, now to the second thing. As you know, its one month before final exams. As such, we at UA usually put the students through the paces in order to prepare them. However..." Aizawa's eyes squinted at this, a glare behind them, "At your current rate, all of you are going to fail."
Fear washed over the whole room, some going wide-eyed as others opened their mouths to speak. However, nothing came out as Aizawa glared at them, the stare enough to keep them all quiet as he continued, "You are all not even close to being successful first years. Due to this, I originally asked the principal if I could expel all of you and blacklist you all from every hero school in the country." He let that statement sit for a second as he saw almost every student shiver in their seats. Students like Ashido and Kaminari were filled with fear, while the quieter students were taken aback by the ruthless proclamation. Good. That fear would push them to do better. Aizawa let out a low grumble at this, "However, due to a certain...incident, my request was rejected, so I have to stick to a plan B."
The students knew that this was part of his tactics, the fear of expelling to push the students. They had seen it firsthand with his quirk exams at the start of the semester, where he did actually expel a student. Granted, there was a chance this was nothing but a lie, a deception he loved to use, but it was still very possible this was real in the students' minds. It was the very thing that kept them all in check in the teacher's eyes.
As such, the students knew not to question it, instead listening as Aizawa added, "So...in order to fix this, I have whip you all into shape to pass the final exams. To do this, I've been given a special weapon to help prepare you for the tests." He turned and walked over to the class's door and opened it, glancing outside as he muttered out, "Come in."
One by one, four individuals walked into the room. The first was a girl with long striking purple hair with a big shining grin on her face. "Hello! I'm the third-year Nejire Hado!" She exclaimed while doing a short bow. "Nice to meet you all!"
And as she opened her mouth to say more, a second individual shuffled in. This one had short indigo colored hair, pointed ears, and a deep frown on his face. He shivered at the sight of the first-year students, only to spin around and mutter out, "I'm Tamaki Amajiki...also a third-year."
The students all blinked at this, unable to hear the young man. Seeing this, Nejire hopped in front of him and said, "That's Amajiki. He's a bit shy." Her grin grew at this, "Don't worry, he's here to help like the rest of us."
"Us?" Tsuyu spoke up, the first student in the class to say anything since Aizawa had entered the room.
"That's right!" exclaimed a third student as he strided into the room. This one was tall, with striking blonde hair designed to look like a cowlick, and had the plainest face possible. His eyes in particular looked like old cartoon beady eyes, and he had a big grin on his face. "My name is Mirio Togata, and myself along with these two are the Top Four of UA!"
The first-year students just stared at the trio, Aizawa letting out a small cough before anyone could say anything. "As you can see, these are all third-years, and they will be helping you with your training. Like they said, they're the top four, meaning they placed in top places in the sports festival, that being gold, silver and two of them tied for bronze." The teacher leaned over his podium and stared at the classroom door, "Say, why hasn't he walked in yet?''
Mirio turned to the door, "No idea. He was right behind me before we-"
"Sorry!" a fourth third-year said as they suddenly appeared in the doorway, the student putting away his phone in his pocket. "Last minute message." And as he stated what he was doing, the young man walked into the room. Just like the other three, he was wearing the typical school outfit for UA, though his main features were also entirely different from the other third-years. This individual had a very short yet striking hair, its colors being a combination of red and black, complete with a wavy-like complexion. His face was simplistic with slightly pointed characteristics, in particular being his eyebrows, which could almost be described as pointy and thick, but not quite there. Finally, his smile was simple yet pleasant, his teeth a nice shining white as he came to a stop right beside Mirio Togata and grinned at the class.
"Hello everyone, I'm also one of the Top Four. The name's Harry Osborn."
A few hours later...
The one called Izuku Midoriya fired a small webline as he swung across a few blocks. It was mid-day now, as he slept in that morning. He had honestly slept all yesterday, his body's healing factor repairing his body while trying to get any ounce of energy after the horrible day he had just had. Even now, that day was replaying in the teen's head, the death, surprises, and everything in between.
'But at least I got something out of it.' he thought as he swung down another block. The teen was wearing his usual Spider-Man attire, which his mom had helped stitch back up. However, the mask's lens was still broken, something he put down in his notebook to get fixed later. As such, he then took a sharp left while he pulled out his phone and stared at a map app. It had a certain location marked, one that Nezu had given him. The very idea of just following orders from someone to become a hero was still a bit foreign to the teen as he mindlessly kept webswinging, but he knew this was what he had to do now. And as he went down another street, a small yawn escaped his breath before a new thought went through his head, 'Okay Izuku, this is your first step to getting into UA and becoming a hero. It's what you've been trying to do ever since you started being Spider-Man. You can't mess this up...or anything else.'
With that statement going through his head, he thought back to when he had met Nezu.
Two days ago...
"Now, we still have quite a bit to talk about, but considering your...condition, I suppose that can wait." Nezu commented after he had shaken hands with the teen.
Izuku shook his head at this, "No, I'm okay. I'm just..." He let out a long sigh, "Tired." The teen got up from the couch at this, "Please, at least let me show you what I've got on the Kingpin...though it honestly isn't much."
"Very well." Nezu replied while hopping off his chair, "And if you don't mind, I'd also like to see this spider that bit you."
"Sure." Izuku responded as he slowly shuffled over to his room, everyone now noticing how the teen was slightly off balance. It seemed the long day had really hurt him more than he was showing. Despite this, he directed the stoat in, Inko following along next. Naomasa and Aizawa came after that, the latter glaring at the room before him. What followed was Izuku showing Nezu his notebooks, along with the photos he had taken from Li's hidden office. Nezu had Izuku put the photos and notes onto an usb drive, which Nezu somehow had on his person.
After that, Izuku showed the stoat his notes on the spider, along with the insect in the bottle. Taking it, Nezu glared at the vial before putting it away, telling the teen he would have some chemists and biologists take a look at the dead bug. And as he did this, he pulled out a small device to give the teen.
"Here. This is a specialized burner phone that will only call to me." Izuku stared down at the phone, only for Nezu to add, "You'll use it to contact me. We'll need it to be off main connections due to...well, let's just say the commission love trying to see my phone calls."
"Okay." Izuku replied as he took the phone. He then glanced up at his desk, staring at his equipment before looking back down at Nezu, "Say um...could I ask you something?"
"Absolutely."
"Well...it's actually two things." Nezu tilted his head at this, wondering where Izuku was going as the teen continued, "First, if um...if I'm going after this Kingpin guy and you said that if I do that, I can go to UA, well...is there uh...you see..." Izuku glanced away, his face slightly flushing before asking, "Is uh...is there any way I could have access to the support lab at UA?"
The stoat blinked once at this, his eyes then glancing around the room. He once again saw the equipment Izuku had scrapped together, as if it was a small lab made from a junkyard. Humming to himself, he replied, "You wish to create support equipment to help yourself as Spider-Man?"
"Yeah." Izuku responded while nodding. "As you can see, I uh..." the teen glanced away as he muttered out, "I...dumpster dive a lot for my stuff."
Nezu let out a small chuckle, "I can see that." The stoat then shook his head, "I will admit that the request is sound, but I won't be able to get you into UA as you are now."
Izuku's head spun back to Nezu, "What?! But-"
"I'm sorry. In order for you to pass the UA barrier, you'll have to be in our system." Nezu interrupted, "That includes our databases, which the hero commission does check regularly. Its part of...well, its just part of the hero system in place." Izuku opened his mouth at this, only for the stoat to flash a paw, "That being said, I won't leave you out to dry. It will take a bit, but just because I can't put you in the system yet, it doesn't mean I can't send support item parts to you."
Izuku went wide-eyed at that last statement, Nezu shining his usual grin at this, "We'll discuss what you want later. Now, what's the second request?"
"Well..." Izuku began to twiddle his thumbs at this, "Its about what happened earlier tonight. You see, there was this girl named Eri..."
The Present...
Izuku fired another webline, zipping over a street block. Another hour or two had passed, the afternoon sky now appearing. Nighttime was soon approaching, and even though he had been webswinging for a while now, he knew it was best to do this at night. After all, it was the best way to avoid any...heroes coming after him. That was still quite new to him, the fact that the hero commission had declared him a threat, and Nezu had warned him that heroes would eventually come after the teen.
However, that wasn't all on his mind, as he remembered something else. It was when he had asked Nezu about Eri, only to get two sentences in response.
"You said Ryukyu saved this Eri, correct? Well, she is an alumni of UA, so I should be able to contact her about the girl."
That was all Izuku could get about Eri. Granted, he wanted a lot more, but also knew the girl was probably in the hospital right now. The thought alone had made him come to a stop, taking out one of his notebooks, this one over villains he had encountered since becoming a vigilante. Opening it, he turned to a certain page, this one being on the villain known as the Chameleon. Unlike other entries, he had actually included a drawing, the sketch being of the blonde-haired individual that he had fought that night, complete with his beady eyes, cowlick hair, and that mockery of a hero costume he wore. That and several arrows pointing at the drawing with the words 'pure evil' and 'must find' nearby.
'Chameleon...I forgot to ask Nezu about him.' He snapped the notebook shut, 'Then again, I should probably consider Chameleon a separate case like I did with Gentle Criminal or Tombstone. One I'll figure out in my own time.'
The teen put the notebook away at this, letting out a small sigh before taking out the special burner phone Nezu had given him. This one had a single text, which showed the address: 100 Ryloth Street before a few other details. The text went over how this location was a warehouse in a district that heroes, both spotlight and underground, could not touch. The building in question was, on the books at least, technically hero commission owned property, though Nezu had explained that most places Izuku would be going to would be considered as such.
'This Kingpin guy has that much power, huh?' he thought as he stared at the nearby building, seeing the street address number on it. The warehouse was more long than wide, and was basically wide open. 'I don't see anyone on the roof. Better be safe and turn invisible though. Still...seems wild that villains can just openly go to a place like this while All Might is out there. Guess that's why I have to do this to get into UA.'
Turning invisible, Izuku fired a webline before swinging over to the rooftop of the building. He landed on the side, knowing the top would make too much noise before crawling down to a nearby window. Squinting at this, he stared inside and saw...well, what looked like a warehouse filled with boxes. Blinking at this, he stared at the mountains of crates, only for the sounds of a vehicle approaching to ring out. Turning to the side, he now saw a large semi-truck come to a stop by the warehouse before going in reverse, soon turning and placing its back into the main doors of the warehouse. Seeing this, Izuku invisibly crawled over to the main giant doors of the warehouse, holding in his breath for a second.
'What's this?' the teen mentally asked as he watched a large man hop out of the semi a second later. The man was large and bulky, complete with a rough face, giant boots, and a brown leather jacket with a bear logo on the back. He was wearing what looked like a permanent snarl on his face as he walked up to a group of thugs inside the warehouse.
"Alright boys, Hammerhead wants some of this stuff moved pronto! Get to it!"
"You got it boss!" the thugs all replied before moving over to the mountains of crates.
'Hammerhead? Who's that?' Izuku thought before feeling his invisibility start to fade. Sensing his brain couldn't take concentrating to stay invisible much longer, he quickly crawled through the top of the giant warehouse door and slithered up to the rafters of the warehouse before turning visible. 'Oof...that was close.'
Seeing no one had saw him, the teen pulled out a notebook and quicky wrote down the name 'Hammerhead' before putting the journal away. His eyes scanned the full building now, the lights coming on as the night's sky began to appear as the sun set. And as he did this, he saw one of the crates in the middle of the warehouse was open, allowing the teen to see what was inside.
'Guns! And really big ones...' he thought as he watched two henchmen put a lid on a box filled with what looked like a set of rifles. The teen's eyes squinted as he gazed over the whole area, watching more thugs take crates into the semi. There was around ten men or so, making it look like this was some quick job for them. Seeing this, Izuku began to think about why he was there. 'Mister Nezu said this place was one of the most known operations from the underground crowd...wait, are they gun smuggling? Is that what this is?!'
And as he watched another crate be lifted into the large truck, the teen reached into his hoodie and pulled out a pair of web cartridges. 'Better fill up first.' He refilled the webbing in his shooters a second later before glancing around again. 'Now...how should I do this?'
As that thought went through his head, he remembered what Nezu had told him after giving him the location. The stoat had called him for this first mission earlier today, saying he knew the teen would need to understand how to catch these criminals that for all intents and purposes, could get away with their crimes normally. This was why the stoat gave Izuku the special burner phone. Essentially, Izuku would have to catch all the thugs he could, then call the police as an 'anonymous' tip. Or a Spider-Man tip, as Nezu told him it didn't really matter, as the police would have to respond since there was now a bounty on the vigilante.
Due to this, Izuku stared down at the thugs below, soon staring at the man with the bear logo on his jacket. 'He's got to be the leader. Guess I should start with him.' He thought before his eyes caught something in the corner of the warehouse. It was a thug walking around a mountain of crates, now out of sight of everyone else. The man pulled out a cigarette and lighter, the teen blinking at the sight. 'Then again, maybe I should try what I did at Tombstone's hideout again. If I can knock a few of these guys out without anyone noticing, it'll make my job easier.' He flinched at his own thoughts, 'Wait...did I just call this my job?' The teen put a hand to his chin, 'Huh. I...guess it is. At least, so I can get into UA.'
His brain began to think about the heroic school, the chance of meeting his greatest hero All Might now swimming through his head. That was a dream come true. Not only that, he began to see the images of Ochako, Tsuyu, Iida, Kirishima, and Ashido. More began to appear, the teen smiling at the thought. They were all there...only for the image of Bakugo to appear.
"You'll never be hero!"
The teen flinched at the sudden memory, his body almost beginning to move. He stopped himself before even trying to lose balance, the teen now rapidly shaking his head before taking several deep breaths. 'No. That's not you. Mister Nezu believes in you...you can get into UA. You...you...'
"Alright, that's it!" yelled a voice, making Izuku shift himself back into reality. He glanced down and saw the large man pointing at a few thugs. "Just put the next few in and then we'll head out. Hammerhead needs the extra muscle tonight."
'So much for stealth. I gotta stop distracting myself.' Izuku thought while staring down at the thugs, 'Guess I should join the party. I think I got a quip or two in mind.' He tensed up his muscles at this, ready to hop down, only for a bulb to go off in his head. 'Actually, before I do that...' The teen reached into his hoodie again and took out a small spider tracer, placing it in his shooter before firing it at the bumper of the semi. 'That might help in the long run.'
Cricking his neck next, the teen pointed his wrists at two thugs that were transporting the last box into the semi. They had just picked it up and began to walk over, only for two globs of webbing to hit their feet. "Augh!" they both yelped as they hit the floor a split second later, the box's top flying off as the weapons inside fell out.
"What the-what are you two doing?!" The bear jacket man yelled.
"Sorry boss! We just-" one of the thugs replied as he tried to get up, only to feel something tugging his foot. "What the-I can't get up!" The thug glanced down at his feet, his eyes going wide as he saw the webbing, "What the heck is that?!"
"What? What is it?" the other thug asked.
"It's my calling card." chimed in a voice, "Just like these little gifts of mine."
Thwip! Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!
Several strands of webbing hit the two thugs that had just been tripped, the webs now sticking them to the floor. Flinching at this, the bear jacket man glanced up, only to see a certain spider-themed vigilante hop off a rafter and fire another webline. And with a wide-angled swing, he slammed his feet into a third thug as he exclaimed, "Web Swing Kick!"
"Its Spider-Man!" yelled another thug.
"Get him!" screeched the bear jacket man while pointing at the vigilante.
"I got him!" exclaimed another as they charged at the teen just as he landed from his earlier kick. The thug's hands turned into what looked like morning stars as he thrusted both at the vigilante. He swung the two at Izuku's head, his spider sense yelling before he ducked under the attack. A punch to the thug's face came next, knocking him off his feet.
This was followed by two more thugs opening a nearby crate. They grabbed a rifle each, only for Izuku to see this and fire two weblines, the webbing hitting the weapons before both thugs felt themselves being yanked. The two let out yelps as they were tugged off their feet and head-first into the box of guns, only for more webbing to hit their now exposed backs, sticking them to the crate.
"And that's another two webbed up." Izuku commented before glancing over to the rest of the warehouse, seeing only three more men, along with the bear jacket thug. "Who's next?"
"Me." the bear jacketed man replied before pointing to the semi. "Get going. I'll handle this."
"You got it boss!" one of the remaining thugs responded before cutting into a sprint.
"Not so fast!" Izuku exclaimed as he fired another line of webbing, only for the bear jacket man to suddenly side-step and reach out and grab the webline, his right hand seemingly slicing the webbing in two. Seeing the webs fall to the floor a second later, Izuku felt himself almost backpedal as he glanced back at the man. "Or not..."
"Name's Grizzly, bug." the thug said as he removed his jacket in one quick motion. As he did this, his hands began to change, morphing into large brown claws. The nails were pearly white and sharp, extending to be several inches while whole body began to bulk up. Brown fur appeared all over his face, turning his once human head into a bear head, a loud snarl escaping his breath. Izuku stared at the man as he grew about a foot in just a few seconds, seeing the clothes on the thug's body now stretching to fill out this transformation quirk he had just activated.
'Uh-oh.'
"Time to die, bug!" Grizzly roared before charging at the vigilante. Spider sense screaming at him at this, Izuku fired two weblines upward, quickly yanking himself just as the villain got close. Barely dodging a claw swipe, Izuku fired another webline, swinging himself across the warehouse. And as he did this, the sounds of a truck starting rang out, making he glance over and see that the rest of the thugs had closed the semi's back and were now fleeing in the truck. He then glanced down, seeing his tracer was still on it, making him smile before turning back to Grizzly.
'Okay Izuku, you can do this. You've fought big villains like this before, you can do it again!' he thought before the thug charged at him again. A claw went straight for the vigilante's head, Izuku letting his spider sense take over as he reflexively ducked under the attack. This was followed before a side-step as Grizzly thrusted a second claw, Izuku quickly dodging the blow. Electricity began to charge in his right hand at this, Izuku pulling back a fist a split-second later.
"Venom Punch!" the teen yelled as he thrust the punch right into the thug's chest.
"Raugh!" Grizzly yelled as the fist made contact, electricity surging through his body due to this blow. And as he got hit, his whole form slid back just an inch, but the thug kept his balance as the lightly sparked around him. "You little-" He thrust another claw at Izuku, the teen ducking again.
Danger!
As Izuku ducked under the attack, a giant bulky knee suddenly slammed into his face, knocking the teen stumbling back, only for a diagonal claw swipe to come next. Spider sense yelling at him, Izuku began to backpedal, the claw's nails almost nicking the teen as he tried to regain his balance. But before he could, a boot slammed into his stomach, smacking the teen off his feet.
"Blaugh!" he yelped as his back hit the floor. Eyes now closed as he felt pain strike his body, the same boot from before slammed into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He felt the boot begin to push down a second later, causing the teen to slowly open his eyes.
There, he saw the villain grinning at the sight, the thug soon laughing before pointing at the teen. "HA! This is the great Spider-Man?! You're weak! AHAHAHA!" he guffawed, putting a hand to his stomach in laughter, "To think this is what some of my boys are afraid of." His grin grew at this, "This little...weak, worthless bug."
And as those words hit the teen's ears, more memories surfaced. It was the usual. It was Bakugo, telling him he was worthless. Telling him that he was nothing, and would never be anything. Telling him to kill himself.
It was always like that. No matter how much he tried, it would always lead back to that.
That is, till new words appeared in his head.
"You are my son, and if I say you have worth, you have worth! You are a sweet, intelligent and brilliant boy with a kind heart that's so big that I don't know how it fits in your body."
"You're my hero, you're Himiko's hero, and....and you were born to be a hero."
And as those words from his mother surfaced, Izuku saw Grizzly pull back one of his claws, ready to thrust it into the teen's face. Closing his eyes at this, the thug saw the eye in the open lens close, making him grin. "Too easy." he chuckled as he prepared to go for the kill.
That is, till Izuku raised both hands and grabbed the thug's boot currently resting on the teen's chest. And before the thug could react, the vigilante yelled out, "VENOM SHOCK!"
Electricity instantly consumed the leg, making Grizzly let out a scream of pain as the lightning surged up his body. He began to stumble back at this, electricity sparking all over him. "AAAAAAHHHH!" he yelped as the visible brown fur on his body began to tense up, making him continue to backpedal. And as he did this, Izuku scrambled to his feet, only to see the electricity calm down around the thug's body. But as this happened, Izuku charged at the thug and slammed a fist into the villain's face, only for another punch to hit the thug's gut.
"Blugh!" Grizzly spat out as the fist pushed him back. His reflexes kicked in at this, quickly trying to thrust at claw at the vigilante's head, only for Izuku to duck under it and slam another jab into the villain's face. "Blaugh! You little-"
"Lights out, hairy." Izuku responded as electricity covered his right hand, "Venom Punch!"
POW!
A fist slammed into Grizzly's face, lightning zapping his whole body at the same time as he was knocked off his feet. There was no scream this time, only a grunt as the thug felt his back now smack the floor. And as he landed, Izuku pointed both wrists at the man, webbing coming out a second later. It wasn't long till the bear thug was covered in webbing from neck to toe.
"You...you little-" Grizzly growled as he tried to move against the sticky substance, only to find he couldn't move an inch. "You're a dead man! You got that bug?! When I get out of this, I'm gonna rip you in half!"
But those threats fell on deaf ears as Izuku stumbled over to a nearby wall, placing a hand on it and balancing himself as he felt the adrenaline wear off. And as he did this, the bear man now starting yelling profanities, ones that would make some grown men blush. However, that didn't really affect the teen as he stared back at the work he had just done. Basically, all the thugs that he had caught were still webbed up, and he had beaten what he presumed was the biggest threat in the building.
'I did it. I...I actually did it. Just like Mister Nezu said.' He smiled underneath his mask, 'I stood my ground and won. How about that.' He let out a chuckle as he walked out of the building, only to remember those words his mother had said to him, ones that had pushed him to keep fighting. "Thanks mom." he muttered to himself, "I couldn't do it without you."
The teen let out a long breath at this, only for another thought to enter his head. 'Time to call the police...and then probably Mister Nezu.' He glanced back at the warehouse, 'Not bad for my first mission to take down the Kingpin.'
An hour or so later...
A small, almost delicate hand grabbed a desk drawer knob, pulling it back to reveal a thin tall bottle of whiskey. The hand gripped the vial's side and placed it on top of the desk, a long sigh coming from the hand's owner. It was the hero commission president, a long brooding expression on her face as she filled a small glass with the alcohol.
Taking a sip of whiskey a second later, she muttered out, "Why can't anything go right these days?" She slammed the glass down on the desk, a low growl escaping her mouth, "I've worked my hide off for years to create a perfect heroic society. I've done so much...and yet its barely hanging on." Her eyes glanced up at a screen in her room, the monitor showing a picture of Spider-Man, along with a police report about one of the commission's properties being raided by the cops. "Blasted vigilante..."
And as she poured another bit of whiskey, her desk slightly vibrated, making her turn to her phone. Seeing the shaking device, she picked it up and saw the number on it. "Oh great." She groaned as she tapped the screen before putting the phone to her ear, "Yes? What do you need, Mister Fisk?"
A low grumbly voice replied through the phone, the president putting a hand to her forehead and sighing as she listened to the man. Taking another sip of whiskey, she responded, "I know. And as I've told you before, I'm bringing in one of my best agents to deal with the vigilante." More noise came through the phone, the woman taking another drink in response before replying, "Yes. They'll be here soon."
Another minute later, the call ended as the woman let out a long sigh. She put her head in her hands as she leaned over her desk, "Ugh...what a mess."
"Seems there's always a mess when you ask for me." chimed in another voice, the president opening her eyes at this. Glancing up, she saw the owner of the voice. She was tall woman with long silver colored hair, the individual being someone that most would consider to be young and beautiful. She was wearing a white bodysuit and jacket, along with a belt with a holstered pistol on both sides. A few knives were also on that belt, along with a vest holster going across her body diagonally. The woman put her hand down on the right holster as she added, "Silver Sable, reporting for duty."