Back on the surface, the Thunderbolts are dealing with their latest playmates. Black Knight was fighting Nine, a woman who controlled tendrils made from a red liquid that is made of a lead and alcoholic substance. Punisher was fighting Two, a woman who controlled tendrils made of mercury. Trick Shot was fighting Five, a woman who controlled tendrils made of a clear liquid rubber. They each fought their own separate battles.
Black Knight and Nine was a close quarters fight. Even with the gear he had on, Nine's kicks felt like being hit by a cement block. He tries cutting her tendrils with his sword, the Ebony Blade, but she kept summoning more tendrils to replace the cut off ones. He tries getting in closer, but her flexibility was far superior than his reach. Feeling that their fight was going nowhere, Black Knight sheathed his sword and brought out dual Uzi machine guns. Each gun held silencers and utilized non-lethal ammunition. The left Uzi used pistolized smoke pellet ammunition, while the right used rubber bullets. Spraying at the floor space between him and Nine, Black Knight created a wall of dark smoke to hide his presence. Nine then extended her tendrils and slashed at every angle of the smoke screen but hit nothing. The smoke dissipated to also reveal nothing. During her confusion, Nine felt a fast-sharp pain at the back of her head. She fell unconscious to the floor due to a well-placed shot from Black Knight's right Uzi.
"Gotta love kinetically charged rubber bullets, am I right?", he said to the unconscious Nine on the floor.
Trick Shot on his end was taking the whole fight in stride as he always did. It still irritated him on how Frank had to just rushed things. They had a plan, a time, and a full-proof method of entry. But as usual, the Punisher just had to go be murder happy again and nearly blow the operation. They were just lucky that Frank had thought of his own plans that worked as well.
Still, the jackass could've have just given them a break. Right now, for Barton, this chick was giving him a hard time. The woman called Five was good in both fighting style and quirk utility. Whatever her tendrils were made from some sticky substances. Deciding to take a page from Percy, the archer threw a handful of smoke pellets at Five. she would have leaped out of the smoke cloud, but she got stunned by a flash pellet that was among the smoke pellets. Nearly out of her daze, she sees Trick Shot's shadow aiming his bow at her. He shoots an arrow, but Five dodges it and slashed her tendrils at the shadow. He dodges the tendrils and continues to shoot more arrows as Five kept unsuccessfully slashing at him. The smoke had finally dissipated, and Trick Shot was revealed to be in front of her. He pressed a switch on his bow and Five heard pinging sounds all round her. She looked down to see a dozen ice arrows under her. They then combusted and incased Five in ice.
"If I had to be honest, it pains me to always hurt a pretty face", Trick Shot said as he admired the gorgeous frozen women in front of him.
Barton and Percy looked to see Frank dodging and shooting randomly against the woman called Two. the legendary villain-killer didn't have a single scratch on him, but it didn't make sense why he would be missing his shots.
"The hell? Why is guns without roses missing his bloody shots? He never hesitates to get the kill", Percy said as he took a swig of the communion wine.
Frank then dodged another whip of Two's tendrils and fired another stray shot from his left ionic blaster. Barton was going to insult Frank on shit aim, but then notice where the shot landed. The ionic blast combusted through one of the church's support beams. Looking around, he realized that Frank had shot at specific support beams that held chains and cables that held the ionic chamber above them.
Deciding that he was tired of this woman, Frank hid both ionic blasters into his black trench coat and place his hands behind his back. Two saw this and wait for any possible movement. Frank then held out his left hand and gestured her to come at him. Feeling challenged, Two rushed at Frank with tendrils sharpened to a point. As she was inches away from him, the support that held up the ionic chamber gave out and crushed Two with the condensed ionic energy it emitted. Her bones crushed and any flesh on her body had been squished and sprayed everywhere, even on the Thunderbolts.
"Oh man, this is not going to come off for a very long while", Barton said with disgust as he tries to wipe the blood off his outfit and resist the urge to vomit.
"Oh please. You think this is bad. Hell, you should see me when I go wild on those wanky lizard men. Now, that was gory", Percy said.
"Will you two ladies shut it and get over here. I gotta admit. I was never one for energy-based firearms, but I did have a taste when I once hunted down that bastard Zemo back in my old Earth. throughout my time in the Marine Corp back in our original multiverse, I would always get the job done with a good gun and damn good caliber rounds. Shooting lasers though, well, getting the edge on the enemy is always a priority", Frank said as he admired the newest addition to his arsenal and wiring them to link a connection with the chamber.
"Speaking of firearms, hey Percy. I don't remember you ever dual wielding machine guns before", Barton said to the Knight.
"It's Peggy. She told me that my quirk is too much of a risk to rely on in these missions, so she talked it out with Frank here to hook me up with some of his own toys", Percy explained.
"A waste of two perfectly good Uzi's. Alright, stay clear. I'm about to open this thing", Frank said.
Before Barton and Percy could stop him for the possible risks, Frank pressed the triggers to the ionic blasters and combusted the ionic chamber from the inside. The ionic shockwave shook the very foundation of the church. After the dust cleared, the three found an unharmed teenage Simon Williams in a charred, purple crater.
"Seriously Frank, do you think before you do. What if that didn't work and you killed all three of us", Barton argued.
"Well, it's a good thing it didn't", Frank argued back.
"Hey guys, I think he's waking up", Percy alerted them.
The young Simon Williams had started to blink and spoke in what most could considered to be gibberish. His conditions were critical, and it was as if he was stuck in between of being unconscious and trying to stay awake.
"Jesus, what did these bastards do to him", Percy said as he examined the reincarnated teenager.
"Black Knight, take Simon to the quinjet and contact Forge to have a medical team ready at the helicarrier. Trick Shot, rally the Italian resistance and take down any remaining Hydra influence in this city. Tonight, Italy will finally have peace", Frank ordered them as he walked toward the cave entrance.
"What about you, Frank?", Barton asked his team leader as Percy picked up the teenage Simon over his shoulder.
"My mission isn't done yet", Frank said as entered the cave.
Once the Punisher was out of earshot, the two other members of the Thunderbolts converse about their squad leader.
"I could never read that guy", Percy said as he exited the church.
"There's a reason why Frank is the way he is and there's a reason why Peggy puts a lot of trust in him. The only other people I see her giving that much trust in is Forge, because he is one of the founding members of our SHIELD, and Yelena, because she is Peggy's adopted daughter. And then there's Frank, the trust I see there are other forces at work", Barton explained.
"And she said she wasn't going to be like Nick Fury", Percy said.
"Come on Percy, don't show doubt. Peggy means well and she knows exactly what she's doing. It's just that SHIELD and every concept of it can do that to a personal. For an organization like this, its leader has be like Nick Fury", Barton explained further.
"I guess you're right. This SHIELD hasn't failed me so far and I would hate to see it have a fallout while I'm still around", Percy agreed.
"Good. now back to our tasks, you get Simon here to the helicarrier. Once I'm done with the resistance and Frank with our runaway target, we'll meet up with you for long deserved R and R. I know a great place in Switzerland for us to check out", offered Barton.
"That's if Frank willing to come with", guessed Percy.
"On that, I agree with you", snorted Barton.
As the two went their separate ways, Frank traverse through the cavern system and seek out his target to complete his mission. Remembering what Venetian Noble said back on the surface, the Italian double agent said that he worked for another group other than Hydra. From the way he spoke, he truly held more loyalty this group. At the end of his little speech, he sounded like he was after something within this hollow earth under Italy. Something that this whole other group was most likely after as well. Whatever it is, Frank will have to care about that later. For now, it was just him and the mission.
At the end of the cavern, there was what could have been a wall. Instead, there laid a crumbled entrance to something more unexpected. Through the large hole, Frank walked in and was shown the hollow earth underneath Italy. The ceiling of the hollow was covered with luminescent rock. It was as if there was sunlight in the hollow earth. The ceiling was then outmatched from being the most bizarre for Frank had laid his eyes on something even more unexpected. The floor of the hollow earth was a lush forest with no signs of animal life. In the center of the forest, there stood a massive rock with buildings settled on top of it. Once through the forest. Frank grappled to the top of the rock and analyzed the architecture around him. These buildings were reminiscent of the houses and fortresses of feudal Japan. Which was odd considering that all of it was under Italy of all places. Frank then stopped walking when he spotted a trail of blood. Following it, he then found an injured and bleeding Venetian Noble slumped to a wooden pole. Seeing the Punisher, the Italian told him something through a battered voice.
"Leave Signore Castle, this is my trail, not yours" , V N said.
What trail?", Frank said as he walked closer to the Italian.
"The Scorpio's wrath", V N struggled to say as Frank felt something through his eyes.
"I knew I was being watched", Frank said as he placed his right hand in his trench coat.
Out of instinct, Frank ducked to avoid the flying debris as something break through a Hokkedo and tried to swipe at him. The attacker went for a right swing, but Frank dodged that too. Without even looking behind him, he continued to dodge two other blows and an odd downward vertical strike. Feeling bored of whoever it was that was attacking, Frank quickly whipped out his right hand to reveal an adamantium knife and went for an upward vertical. The knife pierced through the exoskeleton-like hide and exited through the attacker's bottom jaw. Now having a good view of his attacker, Frank didn't expect to a seven-foot-tall humanoid scorpion creature. The creature then falls to the ground and gargles in its own green blood. Kneeling next to the creature, it spoke in some sort of dead in an odd mix of Japanese and Spanish. When translated, it came out as this. "By the soul of Da Vinci, may the Zodiacs never rise again".
As Frank pondered on what that could mean, he heard Venetian Noble crawling towards him. The Italian rested his broken body next to the dying creature and had only one thing to ask.
"I had the power, the resources, and the commitment. At the end, my grand goal was stolen by you, a soulless American butcher of villains. Why? How?", V N pleaded to know.
Frank thought of it and decided to be honest.
"Because unlike you and every other person who calls themselves a pro-hero, I have been at this for a long time. I have seen things that would mentally handicap a person for life. I have lived through true pain, unbelievable agony, and pure evil. So much so that I don't even need this work of mine to know who to point my gun at. You relied too much on the power you hold that you forgot what made it so valuable. While for me, I never needed a crutch.", Frank answered.
Once Frank gave his lifelong resolution, the two men noticed that the creature was slowly disintegrating into dust. From its green sand, an item was sticking out. Digging into the dust, Frank picks up what seems to be a Japanese Muramasa sword.
"Signore Castle, go to my hotel. The one at the edge of the plaza. You will know everything there", Venetian Noble pleaded to Frank.
"Why tell me this?", Frank asked.
"Because you are more worthy than I'll ever be in eighty lifetimes. Now please, kill me with the sword", the Italian requested.
Without giving it another thought, Frank Castle unsheathed the Japanese sword and stabs it through Noble's heart. His dying words were, "keep my homeland safe". With his target now dead by his hands and the mission complete, Frank decided it was best to have the sword checked by Forge for any cosmic signatures. Leaving the hollow earth and returning to the surface, he then felt an irritating headache forming in his head. He collapsed to his knees as visions started appearing in his mind. They were like whispers. Speaking in so many different languages, the whispers had shown what the Scorpio Muramasa was for. This Japanese blade held some sort of mystical property that allows a certain change into the wielder's body. The whispers had shown him a flashback of him stabbing the sword into Venetian Noble. Once the blade entered the body, the spiritual energy of the attacked is absorbed into the sword. The blood of the victim flows upward into the handle. Upon their death, spiritual signatures, blood signatures, and quirk genes are transferred to the current owner of the sword. Frank had to admit, this was… surprising. A sword that allowed him to take the quirks of the people kills with it. Remembering that he had just Noble with the sword, he then decided to see if he could emit some focus to the sword with his original quirk Evil Eyes. feeling his focus, the Scorpio Muramasa gave him another vision. It showed him how to use Noble's quirk, Venice Personified. This quirk is rarity within the earth for it only function under an environmental condition being that this quirk can only be activated if the user is on Italian soil. This quirk only three known functions, but only one can be used outside of Italy. This first ability is known by the Italian hero community as the homeward function. Whenever an Italian citizen is in danger, the user of the quirk is given the option to instantly teleport to where the danger is active. This had been reported to even teleport the user from the other side of the world. Written within Venetian Noble's biography, he had confirmed that when he first got his quirk, he could only ever use in his home city, Venice. With further physical and mental training, he could use it anywhere in Italy. Thanks to the sword, Frank can use it too. The quirks two other functions are geokinesis with any rock and soil of Italian origins and instant map memorization of the entire country. With this quirk, Frank can now sense any and all crimes and villain activity in all of Italy.
Although it felt oddly interesting to have two quirks now, Frank then felt a minor hot sensation on his left arm. Rolling up his left sleeve, there on his wrist was a red Japanese kanji that read Quirk Eater. To Frank, it's a good name for the sword. Still, it sucks having a quirk that only work in one country. Clicking the sword to his belt, Frank has completed his mission, but now a new one has just opened. Leaving the church grounds, he heads to one of Venetian Noble's hotel room to know just what this mysterious group truly is.
Entering the hotel, Frank noticed immediately that it was abandoned. Using his quirk, there didn't appear to be any sinister intent within the location. Now assured that he wasn't walking into a trap, Frank ransacked the entire lobby until he found the guest booking list and found Noble's hotel room number. Entering the room, all he found was the Italian's personal belonging. After further investigating, he found a note sticking on the screen of a laptop that read of a sublevel underneath the hotel's basement. Using the employee's elevator, he reached the basement and searched for any loose bricks. He then found one and pressed forward. This caused a hidden door to open from the wall. It revealed a stairway leading further down, most likely to the sublevel room. This room hidden underneath the hotel held everything he needed to know about this new enemy in this never-ending war he called a life. Plagiarized paintings. Schematics for unfinished weapons and military machines. Artifacts of long forgotten history. Analyzing his surroundings further, Frank concluded that this room was both a private study and museum for anything related to Leonardo Da Vinci. However, that wasn't what he was after. His eyes then landed on something that stood in the center of the room. Resting on top of a small pillar, a red leather book with a golden symbol on the cover. Engraved in the golden letters, it was titled "Sons of Da Vinci".
… Jimmy Woo and Principal Nezo…
How does someone describe the man named James "Jimmy" Woo? Is he just like every other SHIELD agent? A man whose words often act as weapons. A very persuasive advocate with goals to enforce the situation to be on SHIELD's benefits. Or is he just a former FBI agent who carries more ghost on his shoulders than bullets in his gun? If one were to ask the person directly, then he would say just two things. Loyal and honest. Jimmy Woo had arrived on the scene during Margaret Carter's promotion to director of SHIELD. He would become one of few of the finest agents to serve in the organization and has proven his reliability to take on tougher missions for Director Carter. It came to the point where he was confirmed a reincarnate by Carter and had received his lost memories of his original life in their original multiverse. He then became a member of Carter's close circle of reincarnates and would do all that is required to make sure the director's words are a reality. Getting eight teenage reincarnates enrolled to U.A. Academy early was just another mission for him. However, the principal of this hero training school would prove to be his toughest advisory yet.
An hour after his call with Barney Barton who was later chased by Death Arms and his team, Jimmy Woo would find himself waiting in the principal's office for the principal himself of this fine academy to arrive. It's no secret that SHIELD agents and the hero community don't see eye to eye, but that didn't mean they couldn't be professional. Reaching into his briefcase, he pulls out the eight files of their SHIELD youth department members. In his research of the U.A. staff, he understood that Principal Nezo was a person who made it his life to feel the potential of the next generation of young heroes. Even someone of his standard could see the value of these walking headaches he has come to know.
Since their arrival to Japan, Jimmy Woo had the most difficult task of being the current caretaker of the reincarnated teenage former villains. Magneto. Sabretooth. Venom. Doctor Doom. the last thing he ever would have expected was to be tasked to be the guardian to four of the most dangerous people of his old earth, but orders are orders. At least Doom and Erik excelled in learning Japanese culture and customs, the two were able to speak and write Japanese within weeks. Sadly, the same couldn't be said about Creed and Eddie Brock who have proven to lack the fundamental skill of acquiring attention span of learning. Nonetheless, he is stuck with these four until they graduate U.A. and become pro-hero representatives of SHIELD.
Hearing the door opening behind him, Jimmy turns to see Principal Nezo and two members of his teaching staff.
"I see you made yourself cozy in my quaint little office", Principal Nezo said.
"Let's just say couldn't wait any longer to schedule a meeting. After all, with all the press and sponsors your brilliant academy always seem to get, how's a guy to get pleasant chat with its head director", Jimmy explained.
"Flattery gets you everywhere, Jimmy. As I continue to count the many messages and emails from the SHIELD Japanese division, you and your people seem ever so persistent on gaining my attention in a face-to-face meeting, especially with how busy I always am", Nezo reasoned.
"No doubt you are. However, there is one certain matter that can no longer wait, and the boss wants her answer now", Jimmy said.
"That I can understand. All that I've known about Director Carter, other than her status as leader of SHIELD, is that she has quite the isolated behavior towards all things concerning international security", Nezo explained.
"Yeah, she always has that certain side of her that would make her seem shady. In all honesty, she is a very pleasant person to get to know personally. Every choice she makes always has everyone's best interest at heart, even toward the hero communities of U.N. affiliated countries", Jimmy explained further.
"I bet she is", a scruffy long hair member of Nezo's staff remarked.
"Now now, let's not push each other buttons just yet. We are here on a decent enough tone as is. Mister Woo, I'm sure being the head of SHIELD Japanese division, you must be well informed of my two friends that are here", said Nezo.
"I mean who hasn't. After all, they are a part of the U.A. teaching staff and well-known heroes. The blood manipulating hero, Vlad King, and the eraser hero, Eraser Head. But if we're being formal, should I refer to you two as Sekijiro Kan and Shota Aizawa ", greeted Jimmy.
The two pro-heroes looked at each other and each had deep observations behind their eyes.
"Our hero names are fine, thanks", said Vlad King in a gruff tone.
Jimmy could already tell that these hero teachers don't like him. It was almost ironic seeing that Peggy is trying to better relations with SHIELD and the hero communities. Obviously, he will have to get through these two before he could convince Principal Nezo. Vlad King would easy, but Aizawa was going to be more difficult.
"The three of you are the faces of the U.A. hero course. True that the teachers of the hero courses of the second and third years are great at their jobs, but two are the ones to leave the most memorable impressions. My Japanese division has started to house the most excelled members of the SHIELD youth department in hope to better resource access between are two groups. We established this deal in hoping the improve the training progress of our younger operatives. Of course, this has come to be more difficult than expected for the public's view of allowing teenagers getting sent to military grade ops for matters of national security. As we all, there are certain accords that prohibit SHIELD agents from performing heroics and pro-heroes are prohibited from gaining accessibility to any and all government related operations that are regulated by SHIELD. I have come here today to offer a chance at bridging our sides, so that our younger operatives can coexist with your hero-in-training", explained Jimmy.
"Just get to the point, what do you people want from U.A. Academy?", demanded Aizawa.
"Ugh, fine. We wish to put eight of our youth department into your next year hero course", said Jimmy.
The three U.A. staff members looked at each other for the rather heavy request. Nezo decided to give his answer.
"As tempting as it is to see how far SHIELD training could do for a few young and capable agents, I'm afraid we will have to refuse this request for it is a mandatory requirement for all public Japanese high schools to have a class of a total of twenty students. If you wish for your teen SHIELD agents to join my academy, then they'll have to register and perform in the entrance exam like everyone else", said Nezo.
"Then, it's a good thing that I brought this", said Jimmy.
In his hand, Jimmy revealed a written document that was addressed to Principal Nezo to allow all U.A. Academy assets to be accessible to the SHIELD Japanese division. Nezo looked visibly surprised as he picked up the document and read it. The document itself was declared by the Japanese representatives of United Nations and signed by the prime minister himself. As Vlad King swallowed a lump in his throat, Aizawa's gaze became more sterning and his hands clenched into fists.
"Typical of SHIELD. I have to ask, just how strings did you have to pull to make this happen?", asked Aizawa.
"A lot of them, believe it or not. The United Nations can be quite the handful", answered Jimmy.
As Nezo finished reading the document, he can no longer prolong the inevitable. This wasn't the first time that SHIELD had tried to use hero schools like U.A. for their own benefits, but still why U.A. this time. Certainly, they have drafted some of the American hero schools and even some from other Asian countries, but each partnership ended before the end of the first semester. How could they possibly believe U.A. could be any different? Yes, they were the best school in the world, but with SHIELD it might as well as be a hidden political plot.
"You see the plan is for SHIELD to have their youth department members to be accepted into the best hero schools to have a better stance in the hero community. If we were to merge are two sides, then we each could benefit from the other's qualities and thus better our relations with each other. U.A. can be given endless access to any amount of money, construction opportunities, and political immunity for the proper education and training to provide for their students. SHIELD can have their youth department members graduate from an excellent school and become their pro-hero representatives, thus allowing them to be legally place for government and SHIELD approve missions. In that logic, it's a win-win", explained Jimmy.
So, this was a political plot and Nezo felt almost disappointed that he saw it coming. However, the offer Jimmy had given to him was all too enticing to pass up. His school could use more in the budget, bigger construction opportunities could allow more planned projects on battle training and heroics exercises. And with SHIELD backing them up, the political immunity can offer them less pressure from the Japanese public and educational board. Aizawa and Vlad King had to admit that the political immunity sounded good.
"Now I can admit that it is a required standard for all class per coarse to have a total of twenty student, but let's call this insurance. In a way, our teen agents already have their place in the hero course. They just must show that they earn it by participating in the entrance exam. However, four of the eight will be joining the U.A. student body a bit later than most, so they'll be joining class 1-B. The other four will most definitely make it into class1-A", explained Jimmy.
"Hold it. It's obvious that Nezo will accept your offer, but that doesn't mean me, or Vlad will support this if we're not better informed", Aizawa said stoically.
Jimmy looked at him analytically, knowing full well that Shota Aizawa was going to get his words in sooner or later. Vlad King stepped in to defuse Aizawa's bluntness.
"What he means is that we are already breaking educational norms, but the least you could do is be more honest with us. Both class 1-A and 1-B will a total twenty-four students this year, but we would like to know just who these foreign students are", said Vlad King.
Looking at both, Jimmy stayed silent for a few seconds, then smiled.
"You only had to ask. Very well, I will give you three each copies of the files that will tell everything there is to know about your eight future attending students", said Jimmy.
Opening his briefcase, he stacked three separate piles of manila folders with documents that told only the necessary information of the youth department members. The principal and the two teachers looked through each cover of the folders. Each one held a different name. Victor von Doom. Erick Lesher. Victor Creed. Eddie Brock. Yelena Belova. Arthur Parks. Simon Williams. Cain Marko. Obviously, these names were unfamiliar to them.
"There you have it. Three Europeans, Four Americans, and a Canadian. Each of them are about to hit the age of fifteen and ready for their public education. So where to start, how about our Latverian here. Victor von Doom orphaned due to parents dying in harsh weather incidents. Mother died in a forest fire and father died from an intense frostbite in a harsh blizzard. During that time, he was a child soldier serving in the Latverian resistance until we picked him up. His quirk for some reason is hard to identify biologically. His parents had quirks that were involved in medical and healing uses. He however gained a type of particle manipulation quirk. So yeah, he is quite the oddity. Next, we have Erik Lesher. Born within a middle-class German family, he could have lived a normal childhood if it wasn't for the German military. The bastards gunned down his whole family in a park and all because he has a quirk that can change metals into other types of metals. Those damn soldiers killed them just for an endless amount of gold. As tragic as it was, that traumatizing event had awoken his second quirk, magnetism of all iron-based metals. Then there's Victor Creed, he had the typical beginnings of having an abusive childhood. You know how it goes. School bullies, piece of shit father, and the good old life of an outcast. That was until the day he decided to be given to his more savage side and retaliated. After some rehabilitation, he's as clean as they go. Even if the Creed family is disbanded, their end brought a million-dollar lottery in mutation quirks for dear Victor. His mutation quirk not only give him the claws and fangs of a savage animal, but also gave him a healing factor that could survive several chains of explosions. And then there's this poor boy, Eddie Brock. This kid has gone through a major struggle getting his quirk in check, but as he got older his quirk had caused some alterations to his diet while he is in his transformation state. So much so that they're almost cannibalistic tendencies. Fortunately, we've kept him on a diet that will satiate his tendencies. Spoilers, most of it is just chocolate. If you look pass his mental problems and eating habits, you will notice the value his quirk holds. He is able to shapeshift his body through a black biomass that emits from his body to change his size, enhance strength, enhance speed, enhance agility, a healing factor to match Creed's, and he also can others from any ailment from disease to missing limbs. A very high valued target for any hero schools. These four are no doubt going to be a part of your first-year hero coarse. You, Aizawa, should definitely take some precaution seeing how they're most likely to join your class 1-A", explained Jimmy.
Shota Aizawa eyed the SHIELD agent in front of him. Even for all the good they have done for the world; SHIELD was well known for their more shadiest methods of operating certain tasks requested by the United Nations. He respected their organization but didn't agree with ethics. To him, the difference between a pro-hero and a SHIELD agent is that one would risk everything to get to everyone safe, while the other only focus on beating their opponents down, either through cuffs or a public execution. Nonetheless, he had to agree with one thing Jimmy proposed. Throughout his years of being a teacher, U.A. hasn't failed him yet and it never will, but the current educational system is a complete joke and so many promising kids with impressive quirks have barely scratch the service of their full potential. If it wasn't for this flawed judging of who could be a good hero that society would want, then the hero community wouldn't struggling in numbers and effectiveness. Hell, those that didn't end up in their dream hero schools just end going other programs will inevitably send them to become future SHIELD agents. In truth, there are more SHIELD agents than there are Pro-heroes. However, this proposal was just too good to be true. This merging between their two powers. It was either a side project, a social experiment, or another step in these rehabilitation progressions for these four boys that bluntly assigned to him. Looking at the files, the American and Canadian were going to be involved in some rough house tactics. The Latverian and German seemed like ones that would give less struggle, but behavior was what Aizawa sought for in these files. He wanted to understand just were these insane powers that these foreign teens possessed. For now, he'll worry about it later. SHIELD had played their cards and all they could do was say yes. Aizawa hated it when he and fellow staff members are stuck in situations like these, whether it's the media or politics.
Then again, this cooperation with SHIELD will provide better. For now, both Aizawa and Vlad King will tolerate their presence, even if it came in the form of possibly unstable foreign teenagers. If these kids or their superiors don't cross the line, wherever that may be, they can have faith that Nezo can try get things on U.A. side.
"Fine. their offer checks out and a part of me would like to believe that you SHIELD operatives would prefer these kids to be in a classroom for a hero course instead of a cell in a SHIELD facility", said Aizawa.
"Trust me. These kids of ours are more than you believe. Let's just say that they can create bigger changes to the hero community before they even get their provisional hero Licenses", claimed Jimmy.
The two men eyed each other. Both giving each other analytical stare. Aizawa then closed his eyes and saw point at arguing about it any further.
"Fine. I'll tolerate it", said Aizawa.
"This whole thing feels wrong, but it can give our school more benefits and as long as none our next year students aren't harmed in any way. Then, I guess I'm fine with it", said Vlad King.
"As encouraging to hear my two friends agree to these terms, it is my decision that matters most. I must say it will be difficult breaking this news to the other members of staff. All the changes that we will have to make for next year. Nevertheless, I agree to these terms. Class 1-A and 1-B shall have four extra slots for next year's hero course", said Nezo.
Jimmy Woo exhaled and grow a smirk on his face.
"Well then, gentlemen. As head of the SHIELD Japanese division, I'm sure my boss, Director Carter, will greatly appreciate this newfound partnership with our two groups. And who knows, you people might turn these four boys into great heroes. Oh, and I'm sure next is going to be exciting especially with All-Might being a teacher", said Jimmy.
The three U.A. staff members tensed at what they heard.
"How do you know that?", Nezo asked.
"We're SHIELD remember. It's our job to know", said Jimmy as he exited the room and left Principal Nezo and the two teachers in silence.
"This is going to be one difficult year", said Aizawa tiredly.
"At least he explained some things about those four boys you're going to get. I'm going to have to do some digging to prepare my course for these four. A Ukrainian girl and three Americans. From what these files are saying, their powers are incredible. A paralyzing shock touch, energy manipulation, and an extreme strength enhancement", said a very cautious Vlad King.
"As much as it is a risky partnership to a part of, I am rather excited to see just what these foreign kids have to offer. Let's just hope U.A. does have enough to teach them a thing or two. If not, then this whole thing might as well be a social experiment. Let's just wait and see what next year has to instore for us", said Nezo.
Once Jimmy Woo was outside the U.A. grounds and near his car, he made a phone call to associates at the SHIELD headquarters in Tokyo.
"Hey, it's me. Yeah, they accepted the director's terms and we can finally get those boys into their apartments. Have their possessions moved out immediately. If I must hear more of Creed's bitching about living arrangements again, I might as well drink all the Sake the local downtown bars have in their stock", said Jimmy.
… One Week Later…
Izuku Midoriya had truly believed that his dream of becoming a hero were over when All-Might told him that he couldn't be a hero without a quirk. That all changes when he made the reckless decision of running at the sludge villain to save Katsuki Bakugou. He and his ex-childhood friend would have died if not for the unexpected intervention of the vigilante named TrickShot. The words that the archer still riddled his mind after that incident and in a way, it sparked some hope that managed to stay alive within his being. That spark then became the flicker to a great fire for when after receiving an odd proclamation of never asking to be saved by Katsuki, Izuku was then visited by All-Might. Revealing his intentions, Toshinori Yagi chosen Midorya to be his successor and the next user of One for All. after a waterfall of joyful tears and a promise to rekindle his dream, Izuku had begun his training regime with All-Might to get his body ready to properly inherit his work. A week had passed, and he had several months until his entry into the U.A. entrance exam.
Nearing the end of his afternoon run, Izuku jogs the rest of the way home. He turns the corner on the street where his apartment was and sees a small moving truck. The driver to the vehicle had just took out the last box and given it to a boy who was the same size as Izuku.
As he walks closer to his apartment complex, Izuku wonders if this was someone new in their complex. The moving truck then drove away, and the boy was by himself with the box in his hands. Seeing that the boy was deep in his thoughts, Izuku walks to him to see if he was alright. Feeling a tap on his right shoulder, the boy blinked a few times and turned to see a green hair Japanese boy next to him.
"Um, hello. You must have just move here. Then that must mean we're neighbors now, because I live here too. I'm Izuku Midorya, it's nice to meet you", greeted Izuku.
Now having a closer look, Izuku could see that the boy was foreign by his facial features. He had blue eyes and black hair that reached down to his neck. He wore a red flannel button shirt that was unbuttoned to reveal a white T-shirt with a crudely painted X in the middle. He also wore navy blue jeans that had visible stitches, probably attempts to repair any tears on the fabric. And finally, a pair of black sneakers had been recently bought.
The boy continued to look at Izuku and then at the hand the green haired boy was offering. He then decided to shake the hand and decided to give his name.
"Logan, Just Logan", the boy now known as Logan said in roughly understandable Japanese.
The two shook hands and then went back in silence. Izuku then decided to keep the conversation going.
"So, did you move here just today?", Izuku asked.
"Yeah. My brother and I just got here. He got some of the stuff already inside. I just got to work on the rest of these boxes", said Logan.
"Oh, really. So, it's just you two? What about your parents? Where are they?", asked Izuku.
"Gone", said Logan who looked away momentarily.
Sensing that parents were a sensitive topic, Izuku decided to stay away from it.
"Oh, um. Where your brother at least? He's, inside right?", asked Izuku.
"No, he went to some convenient store to get our dinner. He'll be back in about an hour", said Logan.
"Oh, okay", said Izuku.
They then return to the awkward silence from before. Looking at the pile of boxes next to Logan, Izuku decided it would be nice to lend a hand.
"Um hey, I can help you with these boxes, if you want. We could get this done together", Izuku offered.
Logan looked Izuku, wondering if this green haired boy in front of him was either those weird Japanese people or just the ones that played tricks on ignorant foreigners. He then looked at the rest of the boxes on the curve. He might as well accept the offer and see where this goes. If this Izuku Midoriya was going to be another jerk in his life, then there's six sharp pointy things Logan will happily introduce to this punk.
"Alright, I guess need the help. These boxes go to our apartment floor on F5-2", said Logan.
"Wait, really!? That's next to where I live. I'm F5-1. so that means we're going to be neighbors", said Izuku.
"Oh, alright", said Logan.
The two of them carried a box each and took them to Logan's Floor. Izuku decided to ask his most used question.
"So, what's your quirk?", Izuku asked.
Logan turned his head to Izuku and brought out one hand. Balling his hand into a fist, he then summoned three 13 inches long sharp bone claws. Izuku looked at the bone claws and immediately went awestruck.
"Wow, you have a weaponized bone structure for a quirk. There were some cases in the field of studying quirks where people can turn their own bones into weapons. Quirks like those always have some genetic alterations that affected the bone marrow or the intake of calcium. Thenagainthereisalsoharmtotheuserfortheysuffermajorinternalbleed"
Izuku then went into what appears to be a mumbling state. Halting his walking, he still held the box with his left arm while his right hand rested his chin. As he intensely focused on his thoughts out loud, Logan was feeling more and more unnerved by this green haired boy. He was starting to think this guy really was one of those weirder Japanese folks.
"HEY", barked Logan.
Izuku flinched and then looked nervous again. He turned to see a nearly annoyed Logan holding up his apartment key.
"We're here", said Logan as he opened his apartment.
As Logan entered the room and placed his box on a wooden coffee table, Izuku entered the room as well and found himself surrounded by some peculiar possessions aligning the walls. There were animal pelts, shelves that held odd objects that appeared to be from a much more damaged origin, and what covered a large portion of a wall was a Canadian flag. Beneath it was a large flat screen television. There was also a couch that fit three people. Seeing Logan opening his box and pulling out the clothes that were within it, Izuku decided to do the same. For the next thirty minutes, the two boys were able to get the rest of Logan and Creed's possessions to their floor. As they unpacked what was left of boxes, Izuku felt it safe to continue talking to his new neighbor.
"So, you're from Canada, right?", asked Izuku.
"Yeah. Creed and I were born and raised there. A lot of bad things happened though, so we moved to a small town and lived as lumberjacks. We then got picked up by some people from some charity organization and now we're here to get back into school", explained Logan who wanted to keep the story as vague as possible to this Izuku guy who he just met.
"Oh really, then you and your brother must be trying to get into a hero school then, right?", asked Izuku.
"Creed is. I'm actually going to be a second year in some middle school", said Logan
"I see, but then that means your younger than I thought", pondered Izuku.
"Yeah, I'm actually thirteen", said Logan.
"Okay, then what about your brother?", asked Izuku.
"Fifteen", answered Logan.
"So, he's the same age as me. Then what middle school are going to?" asked Izuku.
"Some place called Soumei Junior High, ever heard of it?", asked Logan.
"Wait!? You're going to Soumei. That's one of the most prestigious private schools in Tokyo. You must have been a very excellent student over in Canada to have been accepted there", said Izuku.
Thinking about it, Logan can now see why he was placed in that school under recommendations made by Jimmy Woo. remembering SHIELD's map of Tokyo, the SHIELD Japanese division headquarters wasn't too far from Soumei. Only possible reason for that would be to keep tabs on him, because unlike his brother he didn't have three other youth department members with him. It was almost embarrassing, but nonetheless he had to follow orders. If Creed can trust them, then so can he.
"Well, sort of. I just got lucky. My brother is going to some high school called U.A. Academy", said Logan.
"Wait, your brother is going for U.A. then he must be really impressive if they're offering him a shot at the entrance exam", said izuku.
Logan chuckled at that. He did have to admit. His older brother always did know how to get the job done. The training they have done together and the grueling Japanese lessons from Jimmy Woo, all of it was to get them ready to live the rest of their lives as they always wanted too. Being a SHIELD agent in the youth department is nice and all, but ever since he was younger Logan had always wondered if becoming a hero was just as great.
Since their time in elementary, Creed and Logan had watched in amazement at the heroics performed by the Canadian pro-hero community through the news. As they got older, Creed had changed his opinion about Pro-heroes and called all of them amateurs. Of course, receiving intense training by the director of SHIELD herself and a three-man team of the world's most infamous vigilantes could give someone such a mindset. Nonetheless, he was happy for his brother and just wondered if his new middle school could hold just as much action that U.A. has. Logan was then taken out of his thoughts when Izuku decided to him about his entry for the entrance exam.
"It's really coincidental that we became neighbors. I'm trying out for U.A. too. It's my dream school and All-Might graduate from there. For the next few months, I'll be training to prepare myself for the entrance exam", said izuku.
Before Izuku could continue his praise for the number one hero, the door to the apartment opened to reveal a taller, masculine teen with long blonde hair. He wore jeans, combat boots, a gray shirt, and a leather jacket. In both of his hands, he held bags of to-go combo meals from the nearest fast food place.
"The dumbass convenient store didn't have anything good. At least, there was a McDonalds and Kentucky Fried Chicken the next train over", the taller teen complained as kicked the store closed.
Dumping the food on the table, this teen then goes to the fridge and pulls out a jar of Japanese sake. After the first gulp, he then spit the aftertaste into the sink.
"God, this stuff is weak. Pretty soon I'm going to miss our beer back west. Yo Logan, what do you want? Chicken or beef?", asked the teen.
Once the teen turns to see Logan with some weirdo with a head of green hair, the room went into some awkward silence. The taller teen silently stared at Izuku with his usual scowl, while Izuku was looking back with a face of slight fear. It remained like this until Logan introduced them.
"Hey Izuku, this is my older brother, Victor Creed. Hey Creed, this is our new neighbor and your maybe classmate, Izuku Midoriya", introduced Logan.
The taller teen now known as Victor Creed then looked at Izuku a bit further and then softened his scowl. He then got closer and offer a hand. Izuku accepted it and was immediately brought to his feet.
"So, you're going to U.A. is that what I'm hearing?", asked Creed.
"Um, yeah. I am going to take the entrance exam and go to U.A.", said Izuku nervously.
"From the look of the track clothes you got on, you been putting up a lot of work to get yourself ready for something that nine months away. So, either your very determined or you just like to overwork yourself to the point where you just break the competition apart and watched them fall. What is it? You a bull ready to bust through or just another slice of beef to be put in my grill?", said Creed intimidatingly.
As Izuku was becoming more and more nervous at the scary foreign teen in front of him, Logan scoffed and cooled the situation down.
"Creed, come on man. Go easy on this one. He's the first Japanese local to not give you a reason to pound him into the ground", said Logan.
Victor Creed looked at Logan and then back at Izuku. His face then gets closer to Izuku's with his glare intensifying as Izuku was sweating. It was silent, but then out of nowhere Creed just backed off from Izuku and laughed loudly.
"That face of yours man. Did anyone ever tell you that your face looks just so punchable, especially with those freckles?", said a humor filled Creed.
"Um, no. well, some do actually", said Izuku nervously.
"Let's start over Freckles, the names Victor Creed. Toughest bad ass in all of Canada. And of course, you know my close second", said Creed.
"Oh, ha ha, bub. So Izuku, you said be taking the entrance exam too", said Logan.
"Yes, I am. But from what I'm hearing, you two aren't in any school currently, right?", asked Izuku.
"Nah, the two of us had received a unique form of schooling, so we're all good. We'd figure we use the nine months to get the lay of the land seeing how we're going to be stuck here for a while", said Creed.
"I see. I guess… welcome to Musutafu. I hope to see you through the entrance exam, Creed-san", said Izuku.
"Sure thing man. Here's to seeing you there too, Midoriya", said Creed who offered a fist bump.
Izuku at first hesitated at the gesture, but then accepted it and bumped fists. Saying their goodnight, Izuku left the Canadian's apartment space and returned to his where his mother had just started dinner.
"Odd guy. Still though, his face is just so punchable", said Creed who planted himself on the couch.
"He looked like he got bullied since kindergarten,'' said Logan.
"Been there, done that", snorted Creed.
Logan then started eating the burgers and chicken that was on the table, while Creed felt his phone vibrating in his jacket pocket. He checked and instead of his phone it was his SHIELD pocket communicator. The incoming transmissions were of the three assholes he would be spending his life with. He sighed and placed the com on the table. He accepted the call and three holographic screens appeared above it. The screens showed the other three top members of the SHIELD youth department. Eddie Brock, Erik Lesher, and Victor von Doom.
"Hey there assholes. So how are we enjoy our first day of living among the Japanese locals?", asked Creed.
"I live in a quiet apartment complex where nothing special happens, but there's a cafe across the street. So, all good here", said Eddie.
"My apartment is close to a food market and a farmer's market. It is also a good bus distance away from the academy we are assigned to. These living arrangements are exactly in my favor", agreed Erik.
"My living arrangements are… decent enough", said Doom tiredly.
"What's wrong, Doom? You sound piss again", asked Creed.
"I'm not mad. Just tired. My apartment space is tolerable, and the neighbors are respectful enough to not be annoying. These conditions are suitable enough for my needs, especially with this unbelievable nine-month time gap to prove ourselves worthy to go to some heroics school filled harmonious induced adolescents", said Doom.
"Be careful, Doom. technically, we are of that age as well", said Erik.
"Yup, being a teenager again suck. And it doesn't help that SHIELD monitors our spending. I can't buy one thing without it being illegal", complained Creed.
"I think that's the point", said Erik.
"Okay guys, how about instead of complaining about being young again, we focus on the now. We all know that we are doing in Japan is just a very long-term mission that will end when we graduate. So, let's just put our head into what we can do before the day of the entrance exam. Erik, what do plan on doing until then?", said Eddie.
"You're being rather encouraging about this idea that the four of us are a quote on quote team. To be honest, I'm surprised at their efforts on trying to install this concept of teamwork into our mind. But to answer your question Brock, I will be furthering our studying on the Japanese culture. If I'm going to be living here for three years, I might as well try to strengthen my understanding of the locals of this country. What about you, Doom?", said Erik.
"I'll be busy. The technology of this earth is dreadful and pathetic. Everything they have so far, our original multiverse had already invented during the 80's. If I'm going to be a so-called pro-hero, I might as well be the most technologically advanced one they ever see", said Doom.
"There he goes again, preaching his grand destiny. Seriously, do you ever chill with that ego of yours", said Creed.
"I could say the same about you Creed. You're always trying to prove that your far superior from the three of us through skill and strength of body alone", said Doom.
"Relax guys. For me, I'm hoping to get as much vigilante runs before the exam. Get a good feel for how Japanese's underworld is like", said Eddie.
"Jimmy said that was prohibited, remember? We are trying to get into a heroics school", warned Erik.
"What he doesn't know, won't hurt him? And besides, this wasn't my first vigilante run. Back in queens, I've done this several times and never got caught", said Eddie.
"Except when you got napped by Barton and Percy. And look where you are now", said Creed.
"In my defense, I was just a kid and they caught me by surprise. During our training, I used my off days to fly back to Queens and continue to perform my vigilante run. Even then, I've haven't been caught yet", said Eddie.
"That may be true, but you should heed the dangers of underestimating these pro-heroes. Though these locals are nothing, but bleake imitations of the heroes we once knew in our former earths. Still, they show great strength and power in their heroic displays, especially this All-Might that Japan and parts of the world seem to worship. Not to mention the unpredictability of this Quirk Gene that we apparently share with the rest of this earth's inhabitants. Something that I will have a look into later", said Doom.
"Whatever. Look, you guys know why I do this. SHIELD logistics have shown that 80 percent of each country's hero community never operate or perform during night shifts. Recent data has proven that most unsolved cases originate from crimes that were committed at night. What I'm doing is giving criminals a reason to be afraid of going out at night", said Eddie.
"Just remember that Director Carter has prohibited us from ever using lethal force", warned Erik.
"Hey, as long as they're still breathing, I can do whatever I want to them. I was lucky enough to ask Barton for a list of locations in Japan where crime seems to be occurrent. There are some places here in Musutafu that I'm definitely planning on hitting", said Eddie.
"Sounds fun to me. You don't mind if Logan and I join in, do ya? We've been meaning to get into some action and a vigilante run will more than cut it", said Creed.
"I'm fine with it as long as you don't get caught", said Eddie.
"Oh please, I'm no amateur", said Creed.
As they continued to talk about their nightly activities, all four heard a distinctive beeping sound from Doom's screen.
"It seems my long-awaited product is ready. In the meantime, gentlemen, do try to maintain your civilian guises. Have a good night", said Doom as his screen turn to black and fades away.
"Try not to get into too much trouble", said Erik as he left the chat as well.
"So where should we meet up?", asked Creed
"At the Tatooin Train Station. We'll split from there. You and Logan can take westside Musutafu and I'll take east", said Eddie.
"Alright, see you then. Logan, get your jacket and mask. We're going out", Creed called to Logan.
"What? Is tonight our hunting night?", asked Logan.
"Damn straight it is. Let's move", said Creed.
Preparing for their vigilante run, Creed and Logan dressed in spare dark combat clothes provided to them by SHIELD. They made sure to rip off the SHIELD symbol to not bring attention to back to Jimmy Woo or Director Carter. Once they fully concealed their appearances, they then climbed to the roof of the apartment complex and jumped to the next rooftop. They continue to traverse through the rooftops and as they did Logan had started to ask Creed about this middle school that he would soon be a part of.
"Hey Creed, can I ask you something?", asked Logan.
"Shoot, but watch your footing", said Creed.
"So, do you mind telling why exactly were going to school in Japan? I mean yeah, it has some of the best hero schools in the world, but why didn't we go somewhere in America", asked Logan.
"The hell I know. All Jimmy said was that us going to school will help out with political problems and will give Doom and SHIELD a better place to study the Quirk Gene more closely. They mentioned All-Might and All for One a lot", answered Creed.
"Alright. Can you tell me one thing?", asked Logan.
"Yeah", said Creed.
"If we're reincarnates, then how come I'm never given back my memories", asked Logan.
This question again. As much as Creed wanted to give him the answer he wanted to hear, the truth was that they had tried several times to restore Logan's memories of his life back in their original multiverse. Director Carter had explained to each of them that there was something blocking her from entering the fractured memories within Logan. Each time she got near, there was a burning sensation that erupted and locked any entryway that have been accessible with her memory restoration quirk. Doom had tried using his tech and Eddie tried using his symbiote powers, but they came unsuccessful as well. Doom's tech had malfunctioned and had burned up interior damage, while Eddie suffered several burns that took weeks to heal. Through so many efforts, they all concluded that Logan may never get his former memories back. He will never remember what kind of Wolverine he used to be.
"I'm sorry Logan, but we tried everything. The memories you have now is all you're going to get", answered Creed.
Logan took a more saddened look, but Creed wasn't going to let him be that way.
"Hey, don't get that look. Listen it doesn't matter which Wolverine you were. No matter which one, they were all heroes. You fought in every war, answered every fight, and saved as many as one man possibly could. You're no killer, you're Wolverine and you're my brother", said Creed.
Logan took in the words. He swallowed whatever was in his throat and sighed.
"Thanks Vic", said Logan with the light returning in his eyes.
"Don't mention it. Now come on, we can't leave all the ass kicking to Brock", said Creed as he and Logan speed further from the rooftops to their destination.
As they reached Tatooin Train Station, they noticed that Eddie Brock wasn't there. They wondered if they had arrived too early, but they then picked up on a nearby scent. Turning around, they see Eddie in his Venom form materializing from his symbiote invisibility.
"I'm telling ya guys, it feels great to have my invisibility back. It helped me get away from plenty of Pro-heroes", said Venom.
"Get away? Come on Brock, why run from a bunch of amateurs. With our training and our original powers back, we could wipe the floor with any of these pathetic rip-offs", said Creed.
"And lose my SHIELD authorization, hell no. so you boys ready for the night?", asked Creed.
"Damn right. Logan and I are ready to kick some ass", said Creed.
"Alright, remember after beating any criminals, contact Jimmy to send a SHIELD squad to pick them up. We really don't need any rumors spreading in social media about a new vigilante in Musutafu, especially since U.A. Academy going to be announcing their partnership during our nine months here", said Venom.
"Not sure the locals are going to like that", said Logan.
"Well then, they're just going to have to live with it", Said Creed.
"You feeling alright, Logan? You seem to be down ever since we arrived to Japan", asked Venom.
Logan looked at both Creed and Venom. He looked down and admitted to them his feelings about the country they were in.
"I can't really describe it. Breathing the air, walking on its grounds, living in an apartment, and suddenly, I'm being asked to be a second-year middle schooler her. It's not the mission that I'm having problems with, it's this country. For some reason, a part of me feels at peace here… like somehow there a place here that calling out for me. But… another part of me is saying that I shouldn't be here, because all I'm going to get here is pain… lots and lots of pain", confessed Logan.
Creed and Venom Looked at each other. Creed then walked closer to his brother and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"That's the phantom pain talking. The part of you that had once lived before is feeling all the emotional pain you once had when used to call this place home", said Creed.
"Tell me, how bad was it?", asked Logan.
Creed chuckled a bit. "Truth is, you feel in love twice in Japan and one of them was related to a villain you killed. That's how bad", answered Creed.
Logan looked at Creed with shocked eyes and then placed a hand over his face. "Oh man", said Logan.
"Just chill for a bit. Me and Venom are going to have a little talk", said Creed.
Creed then walks back to Venom with a look of worry.
"How bad are they?", asked Venom.
"The visions are becoming occasional now. We're looking at three per month, but their becoming livelier. He mentions how they felt real and then there's the one he keeps having on his birthday", said Creed.
"Does he get the ones with you in them?" asked Venom.
"Thank god, no. None of the bad ones with me have surfaced yet. The one that he does get on his birthday has always been the same one. The day of his possible death", said Creed.
"Any clue how he died to be reincarnated here?", asked Venom.
"All I've got was who he was with and they were fighting. He told me that in his vision he was with seven people. Four men and three women. It took him a while to remember the details of their description, but he did mention that it felt like those seven people and he were a team. So, it's safe to assume that he was with a few X-men members before he died", explained Creed.
"Did any descriptions he mentioned tell you who they were?", asked Venom.
"Well, one of them was definitely Iceman. Not too hard to guess by the details alone. Two of the three women were also easy name. They were Jean Grey and Storm. One of the other guys was also Cyclops. I figured that out when Logan mentioned "some dork wearing a visor". The last three took some time, but I had some help from Doom's R.C.S.", explained Creed.
"His what?"
"You mean they didn't tell you? It's pretty much a digital library that hold any information of our original multiverse. Doom, Erik, and Forge created it as a sister software to the biomatrix. Whenever we use the biomatrix to scan for possible reincarnates, it will receive info from the R.C.S. or by what Doom calls it, his Reincarnate Codex Software", said Creed.
"So then, who were the last three?", asked Venom.
"Oddly enough, the two last guys were Daredevil and Spider-Man. The third woman that I didn't mention was a doctor who joined the X-men. Her name was Cecilia Reyes. That's pretty much everyone I could have identified. On how he died that day, it's still blurry to him", said Creed.
"Let's just hope it doesn't bother him further while he's in his new middle school. Now back to why we're here, I got two gangs we can hit separately. You and Logan can go to westside and find this one gang of thugs at an abandoned part of a railway. Their called the 42nd Tori snakes. They're usually hired by black market leaders to kidnap anyone wandering alone at night. The victims are found dead the next day with their limbs gone. I'll be at eastside hunting down their rivals, the 25th Chimamire Bees. those bitches are responsible for several forms of homicide on unexpecting men", said Venom.
"Sounds like a plan. Yo, Logan. You ready brother?", said Creed.
Logan stood up and cracked his neck. He then turned to walk to Creed.
"Yeah, I'm ready", said Logan with some resolve calmness.
The three reincarnates then separated. The Canadian brothers went to westside as Venom went to east. Unknown to them, their fellow teammate Victor von Doom had begun working on a valuable piece to his progress. Exiting his apartment, he uses an elevator and traverse through the grounds. Further to where he wants to go, he crossed paths with a custodial who sweeping the floor.
"Excuse me, young man. You can't be here at this time", said the old man.
Doom then wiped out a small device that held a blue light. Pressing the trigger to the device, a flash of blue light hit the pupils of the custodians, leaving him in a numb state. Doom walked closer to the man and said something into his ear.
"You never saw me. Keep sweeping", said Doom.
As Doom left the old man's side, the blanked face custodial just remained there sweeping the one area he was in. Doom then made his way to a dead end in a hallway where the wall on his right there was a small noticeable hole. He faced the hole and said an activation phrase.
"Biomatrix software online. Begin scanning for von Doom D.N.A signature", demanded Doom.
A white light then emitted from the hole and scanned Doom's body. The white light then turned green.
"Scan positive. Welcome back, Doctor Doom", said a digital voice from a hidden speaker.
The wall then opened to reveal a four-person elevator. Going down, Doom enters a room that he built underneath the apartment complex. It would be known as his underground lab and workshop. Within it held all his future projects. If he would become a hero-in-training in some hero school, then he will make sure that he excels further than anyone else. However, his main focus would be put on something more personal. Sitting in his chair, he begins working on a processor that will give him the edge he needs in this second life of his. He wields with a burning needle. He connects wire to wire. He downloads every piece of data available from SHIELD accounts and servers. He would then route several networks and satellites into a catalyst system for quick rerouting. He continued to implement more and more to the point where even more wasn't enough. Once he finally felt satisfied, he performed the final nail in the coffin. Switching to the next table, he starts creating a three-piece plastic mold with his own design of wiring and metallic circulation. With one final click, he had given his next creation a tangible form. One priceless U.S.B. that house his digital manifestation of an old friend.
"Route all networks to the mainstream server tank of this location and integrate into current software module", demanded Doom.
"Initiating in 3… 2… 1", the room went silent and all light had been removed.
Doom sat there. Waiting. As he waited, he contemplated on what fate had instore for him. Will he remain the hero of his story for a while, or will he just be the same old Doom as before? Somewhere in his head, he saw the irony in this. As one of the most dangerous villains of his earth, he would gain so little victories and plenty of failures. Either being sent to a highly secured government prison or retreating to Latveria as the loser. In his final days of life in his original earth, he had played the hero by dawning the title of "Infamous Iron Man" and had achieved several victories against his former fellow villains. His one and only lost as a hero would how die and be reborn in this new earth that would a rather bizarre parody of his former multiverse. Nevertheless, he's stuck here. Forever. So be it. He drifts in his mind further, until the lights final return. No longer white, but a bright shade of green. Time to wake him up.
"Biomatrix software online. Identify your artificial intelligence module code and placement name", demanded Doom.
"Module code: 21740427. I am the A.I. servant unit, Boris. It's a pleasure to be at your side, Master Doom", said the A.I. named Boris.
It was then, on that one of soon to be many moments of triumph, Victor von Doom gave a little smile.