You know what I mean, why did they, not you, but your Sona, why did they decide on this color scheme, this webbing pattern, this design?

Passion technically didn’t. It was just Cyan and Helena first bonding and both adjusting to resemble what Helena saw Spider-Man look like when she had the Symbiote/resemble what venom looked like.

The Villain is escaping and there's no way or time for your Spidersona to just pin or knock them out before the hostages die (either by explosion, fall or some death trap).

Number of hostages and villains is whatever.

Which choice will your Sona take? Stop the villain from endangering more lives but let the current lives endangered perish? Or save the current lives but bet it all on the villain doing something similar again?

Every Hero and Villain has a weakness extending beyond their Quirk (All Might with his Injury, Bakugo and Endeavor with their Temper, Inasa with holding grudges, Twice with his everything, ...). What's it for your OC?

Luna, despite being a rebellious person who reportedly will cause chaos unprompted or unintended (which its own kind of weakness), is very meek and submissive towards Authority. She immediately feels like a totally different person because she kinda is. Once the boundary between authority figure and the person is broken however she has no problem acting her usual self after a while. Kami know it took Momo, Yuu, Rumi and Kaina spent years until Luna felt comfortable being relaxed and herself around them.

Luna is also a walking Chaos Magnet. You'd think the woman with Probability Manipulation as her Quirk would know how to avoid starting or ending up in dumb situations but sadly no, she doesn't.

Wolf is deaf. Like full on needs special I-Island hearing aids in order to hear properly, gifted to her by Todoroki after the events of the first movie, which she didn't partake in. Before that she had ones which connected via Bluetooth and the amount of times she was ready to kill again because someone decided to prank her... Let's just say Jiro and Kaminari always check four times before they connect something over Bluetooth.

Wolf also embodies the saying of Glass Cannon. She can dish out but her durability is lacking if you hit her right (which is why there are thick titanium plates in her vest pockets).

For Luna I have yet to write it and some of the details in my head don't work out when I try to put them into words for this post.

However for Wolf I've got something (it's incomplete but still sweet):

“Shoji, I am flattered…I think.” Oh? “But I won’t go out with you.”

Oh… “I see.” Shoji was already turning to leave, to contemplate what went wrong. Then Wolf grabbed for one of his arms and yanked him back to face her.

“Now listen here before you go off on a depressing self doubt tour born from miscommunication; it is not because of your Quirk or anything of the sort.”

What? “I…didn’t think it was.”

This time it was Wolf’s turn to look confused. “Really? Hm, those self help books from Hound Dog must be doing their job quite well then.”

Shoji chuckled and nodded. “Yes. I was actually gonna go and contemplate what about my confession went wrong.”

Wolf sighed and rolled her eyes. “Instead of asking me?”

“That…was not on Kaminari’s list of things to consider.”

“Mother- You took love advise from Kaminari?!”

“… Now that you say it that does sound shortsighted,” Shoji admitted scratching the back of his head. “Sorry.” He deliberately decided to not mention his other patrons.

“Again, it’s fine. But onto why I’m not gonna be reciprocating your feelings.”

Shoji took a deep breath to steady himself as Wolf explained herself. What he heard left him feeling more empathy for his long time crush than he knew he was able to give out.

This has a follow up scene but it's an aftermath and not the actual confession. Unless you want more context?

Many forgot it because of her reserved nature and deep desire to avoid confrontation or violence. But Fuyumi was a Todoroki. That meant she could kick names, take ass and exactly in that order — ask Burnin’ and Hawks ;).

That’s partially why not even Dabi or Endeavor himself wanted to upset the only Daughter of the Himura and Todoroki lineage.

And also why whenever the father and son duo faced off it was where nobody could record and upload the fighting and screaming on the internet. How Shoto’s green friend deduced that Dabi was Toya was a question they may never get answered…

Honestly I personally haven’t written anything on that for either Wolf or Luna.

But I think Wolf would be on the less forgiving side of things. Luna would be conflicted but ultimately side with her friends.

Wolf is probably the OC I'm the most proud of out of all the OCs I've ever written or plan to write about.

But...something I was always indecisive about was her Quirk.

Now quick background on how she's like: On the outside she's gruff, tall (by Japanese standards), has a brick house muscle physique, quiet and withdrawn to the point barely anyone knows anything about her private life, scars make up most of her body and her face is permanently disfigured to the point no healing Quirk will help out. On the inside she's wise beyond her years (literal years of veteran level PTSD and Trauma), the picture of the protective mama bear (sometimes to a fault) and can be talked to about some heavy issues because she can relate and understand, she will also call everyone out of their BS and push you straight (looking at you Iida) because social restraint and hierarchy of any kind is not in her arsenal.

I originally didn't write and conceive Wolf with any specific Quirk in mind. Yet despite that I also designed her to be very strong despite her broken body and no mutations or transformations.

Obviously a simple strength Quirk sounds like the go-to solution then, right? Well...

Wolf wasn't born strong... She forged herself that way. She was left in the woods as a newborn by her birth family because they saw no worth in her. Wolf developed her strength through years of training and fighting for her life (dying a few times along the way).

And I don't want her to lose that journey from the rescued little girl who lost everything at six and was abused in every way imaginable to the roided out seventeen year old monster with an aura of FAFO Energy even Shigaraki would shy away from her.

So after months of indecisiveness I turn to you fellow artists and writers. Quirk, weak Quirk, no Quirk?

The beginning? There was no real one beginning. There was just hatching, then emptiness…long, sickening emptiness.

We were separate.

And it would be very, very long before we were to ever meet and become one.

-

Birth was weakness. Doctors gave little hope.

Parents didn’t care.

Exhausted everything. At home, Denmark. Still remember…cold winds. Already knew weren’t good for me. But when the body was a prison any sort of brief freedom was appreciated…

At five we moved to France. More resources my family could exhaust on me. I didn’t want them to throw it all away at me.

They said I will be fine. I saw the lies. Or were they trying to make themselves believe it? I felt sorry for them. Every day I cried, I cried for them. They were also suffering. I was…

I don’t know.

Empty?

Maybe.

Moved to Greece. Doctor Morbius was my first friend. We understood each other. We shared the pain. My parents were happy I could finally find someone. But it didn’t fill the void. Still. It was nice to have a friend.

-

“You don’t want to keep on, do you?” Doctor Morbius asked one day, it was late. Mum and Dad were working from home office, or rather they were using the empty hospital rooms.

“I don’t want to burden them with me. I know they wish for it all to better… But the doctors are lying whenever they look at me. They can’t help me”

Doctor Morbius gave a soft smile and adjusted the formula in my bag, “Would you want their attempts be for naught?”

“No!” It took a lot from me for the sudden outburst of denial and Doctor Morbius had to gently hold me steady as I coughed.

His apology was soft. I shook my head. It wasn’t his fault.

“You are lucky, Helena,” he told me. “To have your parents.”

“Do you have…”

His smile was answer enough. I took his hand in mine. We’re both cold, pale and shaky. “I’m sorry.”

But we were together. Friends.

Doctor Morbius left for America to continue his research and we left for South-Korea. Both the day after. Last chance for both of us. His research, my health.

Doctor Morbius, Michael, told us of Doctor Cho. A genius.

I was her greatest challenge.

-

“You can be honest, Doc.” It had been two years, my fourteenth birthday happened yesterday. Michael finally had gotten his research papers approved. Now came the long testing.

In the meanwhile Doctor Cho was giving me a strained smile, knowing lying to me was almost useless but she kept it up for my parents. “It…” She sighed holding her belly to sooth the twins inside from her own feelings. “We probably managed to buy you a few years.”

A few years was like finding an oasis in the desert. My father gave the doctor a big bear hug, mindful of her belly. My mother outright cried.

“Thank you…”

She nodded and gave me a smile. “I have already send Michael the results. He was quite happy to hear it all. But…”

Oh… My mother asked what she meant with but. Doctor Cho sighed and told us she would have to leave for America to join Michael in his research.

She would leave us behind. We would have nowhere else to go.

“I…understand…”

Doctor Cho gave me a sad smile.

-

I would’ve been exactly 10 years since I had last been to Denmark. It was…refreshing. I’ve missed the cold air.

My mother was rummaging through memories, finding my baby pictures.

I had been sick for so long I can’t recall how being healthy feels like.

The baby on the photo lacked the sunken eyes and cheeks, the thin frame or shaky hands, surgery and needle scars. Those had all developed over years.

But one thing was the same. Eyes as blue as the ocean.

My father had once said he always saw the sea when looking into my eyes.

And it would be just days later I for the first time would see and feel the blue sea too.

-

We remember the day. It was Thanos’ first arrival, kept secret from the public eye. A Task Force called the Avengers had secretly been operating under SHIELD to protect the world from threats beyond comprehension. This had been their first big fight with other heroes, with members extending from non-Americans to even aliens. One of them had been the green woman who had helped the green man with red scars to kill Thanos. But from what we had been told she was more twisted than they feared. And so she held up one of the gems —purple, they said, we liked purple — and everything exploded.

Mum and Dad held me back when the purple wave reached us and the number of people in the world halved.

-

Passion.

Desire and Strong Emotions.

That was our name.

That was our purpose.

We were full. We were one. We were in love.

One being.

Shimmering the same purple as the event that caused our souls to find each other and bond.

Swinging across the city, not bound to a chair or bed.

A life with no ailment or emptiness.

Arachknight was our tutor. He saw potential in us.

The Terrific Two were friends. Another Family.

The Defenders were a team, asking if we were interested in joining.

But before we could…

-

The events of "Warp World" fell into obscurity just days after Gamora was stopped. Some however claimed Superhuman Conspiracy, demanding new funding for the Sentinel Phoenix Program. Others called it a dream.

Not to me. Something happened…

I had someone.

I loved someone.

Who was it?

What was it?

-

Birth was strange.

Happened when every two…warped…into every one.

Strange.

Complicated.

Felt…someone… One.

Now two. Again.

Don’t like it.

First host…died on contact. Wore them out for a few days to suck up their life force. Incompatible.

Need real connection. Need…her.

An image…in the depths of the mind…part of, yet unique from our mind.

Beautiful.

Others say the merger made us strange. We disagree. We need to find her. I need.

-

The last time I would ever see my mother’s comforting smile or feel my father’s warm hugs would be at the Billund Airport.

Michael may have found a cure.

It was enough for my parents to send me off to America while they finished paperwork on agreeing to the experimental procedure in California.

Doctor Cho came by to chaperone me.

“You’ve grown, Helena. I’m happy to see our endeavors bearing fruits.” Her smile felt like a smaller sun. She lacked her belly, the young Amadeus and Maddy soon celebrating their fourth birthday.

I try to match her smile from my wheelchair. “Thank you.” Despite my small betterment my voice was giving out. Doctor Cho with all her motherly experience handed me a cough drop for now, making me giggle. “There’s the girl who always smiled brightly even when bound to a bed.” Her gentle caress of my hair was nice.

My parents turned my wheelchair to them and gave me their smiles for me. If only I had known it would’ve been the last time. “We’ll finish out some paperwork and finalize the documents and TOA. Once done we will be the first faces you’ll see after the procedure,” my father assured me, the smell of wood lingering in my memory even all these years later.

“We’re so proud of you, Helena. You are our strong little girl, fighting through it all for so long. No battle will ever be too large for you, our little Valkyrie.” My mother’s words linger still. Her final words of encouragement befor a procedure to a potential cure of my ailments, would inevitably become her final words of encouragement for the rest of my life.

-

Next host was Æsir. Held long. Got us off the Cage.

Lived long enough. Old warrior.

Understood what we were missing.

Love.

He told of his own love. A good man. He loved a lot and taught us of love.

It felt good. Not like when we were one. But it was still nice.

Remember the sea. He returned often to the sea to pay respects.

Said we looked like the sea. A light blue like the sea. Cyan. We like it.

He said it suits the appearance. We’re like the cyan sea. Calm yet passionate when can be. Unassuming but full of life.

Thankful. Appreciate the connection.

Died in battle. He wanted so. Handed us to a friend before.

We stayed dormant after. Trying to think about love.

-

8:46pm. Tuesday.

I woke up to an empty ceiling, feeling lighter but in a good way. The lights were dimmed, the blinds closed. Mum and dad weren’t there. The hospital was quiet. Too quiet.

I felt sick again. But…different. Could you feel sick differently? What was this hole in my heart?

“Helena…”

“M-micheal…” I haven’t heard my voice this clearly in almost a year. Course, rough but still mi- “Micheal?” His face, the sorrow. It struck like a jab at the sensitive skin.

The hug and tears weren’t expected. His words weren’t either. “I’m so sorry…”

I didn’t understand. But it hurt. Why did it hurt?

Where were mama and papa?

-

She was hurt, it hurt us.

Our love grieved.

She needs us.

“Cyan? Everything al-”

Host link established. We need to find her.

-

“There were no bodies found...”

“…”

“Everyone is in panic. New York is…” Michael sighed. “They say clean up will take until May. Maybe longer. The President ordered a war on- Helena?”

“…”

He understood. It hurt. The loss.

“We should start the secondary treatment.”

“No.”

“Helena…”

“Why should I try to live?!” It hurt to scream. I’d never screamed before. Still I had to stop it. “The only people I kept fighting for are dead!”

“For those like you,” Michael countered with a shaky voice. “Like us.”

I kept shaking my head. The pain was returning, I was so accustomed to the pain that its return felt like Atlas holding the sky.

“Please don’t make me live an empty life…”

Despite being weaker than me, despite clinging onto his crutches just to stand, his hold on my shoulders and the look of desperation and sorrow held my breath. “Listen, please just… <cough, cough> …just listen.” Reluctantly I did. “We cannot let your parents’ funding and hope and trust go to dust. We can’t waste this opportunity we hold. Thousands suffer like us. And we can save them. We… <cough>”

“Micheal, you’re overexerting yourself-”

“I don’t ca- <cough, cough, cough, cough>” His legs wobbled and forced him to step back and fall into the hospital chair, his body slumping against the furniture like a sack of potatoes. His coughs drew his sick blood, trembling in his very bones, palling of his sunken skin.

“Michael…”

“You have…the opportunity to be a hero. To prove the treatment works…” The coughs subsided but the intensity and desperation in his eyes was what held my attention. “Helena, if not for your parents, do it for the families who struggle like we do, like they did…”

Slowly, with shaken breaths and striking grief, I extended my arm to him, sleeve pulled back to give access to the artery.

“Thank you.” He’d meant it to the very end.

The Hollywood Walk of Fame was as much a modern shrine as it was a place of deification of simple people and people most undeserving. It lured in travellers from far off lands and scholars revisiting histories. They all would walk surrounded by the names of their modern Gods, forgetting and forfeiting any remembrance of the Gods that got them this far in their life. Named Glory and Fortune, these new Patrons of the modern Gods watched all who walked down their Path of Fame.

But even they avoided the attention of the Devil who walked with his Queen of Hell.

Lucifer thought it’d be a nice outing to spent the day parading themselves with Mazikeen. The Devil was a prideful bastard and what would be more prideful than gallivanting with his most loyal of subjects and the single master he would ever submit to?

Maze for one didn’t mind. Getting out of Hell always was a nice change of pace. They even thought about opening a permanent portal in the basement of the LUX with how often she came by.

Their date came to a very interesting spot when they entered the Walk of Fame.

Preachers. There were only two of them in creation. Either greedy little pigs with no faith or insanity plagued cowards. Maze commissioned an entire section of Hell for them alone.

Lucifer looked to Mazikeen. Mazikeen looked to Lucifer. Both nodded and stepped to the preacher. Sticking out of the crowd forming around him. “THE DEVIL WALKS AMONG US!”

“Truer words have rarely been said, preacher,” Lucifer spoke, hands in his coat pockets, his left arm encircled by Mazikeen’s right.

The duo quickly stuck out with not only their gowns — Lucifer’s long black coat over a simple white shirt and suit pants and Maze’s red dress with her Queen of Hell half-mask — but the energy they brought with them. It was like all attention was primed to always be directed towards them.

“Now tell us, why so angry about that?”

The Preacher, slightly put off by the couple, quickly returns to perform and asks of either of them has ever seen the face of the Devil, the mic around his neck spiking with the intensity of the question. “HAVE YOU SEEN THE FACE OF THE DEVIL?”

“Every day while looking in the mirror,” Lucifer answered and Mazikeen smiled knowingly.

“YES! EXACTLY!” the preacher uttered a bit hesitantly. “HE IS IN ALL OF US! IN OUR EVERY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS! LOOK AT THIS WORLD! FILLED WITH MONSTERS AND ALIENS AND SIN! AND THIS CITY! THE LUST, THE ENVY, THE ANGER! IT IS THE DEVIL’S TOUCH!”

“Mortals never seize to be the same. Heaven, Hell, Earth. All you ever do is blame me. I never did anything to you. You think I willingly spent eons ruling Hell?” Lucifer sighed, feeling Mazikeen’s grip around his arm tighten to ground him. At least they knew which kind of preacher this one was.

The preacher, adjusting his mic, walked over to them with eccentric and wild gestures to at least physically keep up the act. “What is your problem?” he asked annoyed. “Can you move your hot date elsewhere? I’ve got a thing going here and I’m not sharing tips with you.” His gaze landed on Maze and he smiled. “Unless of course the lovely lady would like to part with you and help me here.”

Lucifer’s smile returned and he looked to his companion. “Mazikeen, if you may show the nonbeliever just how beautiful you are.” And so she did, walking closer to the charlatan who smirked thinking he cracked the jackpot of a lifetime. His price became a broken world. Mazikeen Morningstar removed her mask and showed the man a face only the Devil can love. Marred with exposed muscles, bone and brain tissue was Mazikeen’s entire left face side and she was perfect that way. Large bat wings grew from her back and the world began to burn. Burn with white fire both holy to look at and hellish to the touch. Buildings explodes with glass shard turning into demons and stone into abominations left behind from what the Almighty was too lazy to full eradicate so now they serve the Queen of Hell.

They all surrounded her, their Queen of the Infernal Realm. Mazikeen Morningstar, a dark sun swallowing all light with her Lilim Soul.

And right beside her the pretender finally realized who he had disrespected. Brighter than maybe even Yahweh in his excellence and Belloc in her love. Not even shaped physically, so bright was the Sun of Morning. The poor bastard never stood a chance.

He fell back with an ear piercing shriek. “THE DEVIL! HE IS THE DEVIL! AND SHE IS HIS WITCH!!! THIS ISN’T A PERFORMANCE!!! SAVE YOURSELVES!!!” And he ran, the little piggy ran with his money all but forgotten as his patrons forsook him in their own fear.

And the crowd? They cheered for the free cash. Not comprehending the sudden and unprompted reaction when the woman gave him a sneak peak of her undoubtedly unmatched beauty.

Oh, how they envied her.

Oh, how they envied her husband.

Oh, how they envied the Morningstars.

-

Side Notes: surprised there's no FanFic tag. Also no AI was used. I'd rather drink bleach than use it for any of my stuff.

*YAWN!!!*

Another day another reason to enjoy every chance to enjoy the new Life I was give. I stand up from bed and stretch my arms, breathing in the sweet air of...well New York air isn't known for its purity but I'm not complaining. Every breath is a miracle after all. One I can always thank her for.

"Good morning, my love."

But my enjoyable morning was interrupted by her absence.

"Cyan?" I ask, each breath picking up with panic. Where's Cyan? Where's my wife?! I touch my body from head to toe, not feeling her moving just barely underneath my skin. Panic and Anxiety morph into hysteria. I think I'm gonna die again.

But would it be so bad? A life without Cyan is no better than a nightmare-

^("Yes.")

I flinch as I hear the voice and flinch again as my apartment wall gets broken through by the apartment's previous owner.

"You're late on your rent, Helena," Morbius smiles as he prepares to lunge at me. "I hope you're ready to actually commit to dying this time!"

What? But Michael would never intentionally harm me. This can't be real!

^("It isn't!")

Again I hear that whispering voice and this time a purple light shines behind me.

Before I could turn to see its Origin Cyan jumps in front of me to block Morbius' attack. Cyan, my beautiful Cyan. "TAKE HIS HAND!" she screams for me and I turn to where she came from. A man too old and frail to be in this situation illuminates the world in purple light. One eye missing under bandages, the other strangely glowing but hidden behind his long grey hair. He reaches out and I, trusting Cyan more than anything, reach back.

-

I startle out of my chair, nearly falling into my my computer monitor. But my face got saved by purple beautiful tendrils, covering my entire body and breathing with me. Cyan.

"CYAN!" I scream with love and hug myself, hug my suit, my wife. I can feel her love, elation and relief. We cry in one not caring for the world around us. A world which...strangely doesn't stop us for once.

I open my eyes to recognize ourselves standing in the middle of the Daily Bugle head bureau. The only reason another wave of fear didn't hit me is because I'm with Cyan but also because...

"You wonder why everyone but us is asleep?" the same man as before in my dream asks, poking Peter in the face with his stick he probably picked up from outside and uses as a cane. The purple light from before didn't give it away for me at the time but my savior was... "A homeless man?"

Both his hands seemed badly scarred yet expertly bandaged and holding onto that stick cane about his size, his missing eye is hidden by a medical eyepatch and his other one hidden by the locks of his long hair which is kept in check by a used cap. He lacks any footwear but seems to try and make up for it with the tattered red jacket over his blue and white shirt. "I prefer Hermit," he chuckles and turns to me. "I am...well was...but kinda still am..." he coughs in his fist. "Strange."

"Yeah, it sure is..." I reply, a bit on edge but Cyan calms me.

"No! I-" the man laughs again and shakes his hand. "Just call me Doctor Odin, kid."

I nod. Because what else could I hope to do in this situation.

"As for your friends and collegues... Well, do you believe in the Supernatural, Miss Hendrickson?"

"How do you know-"

"Your wife told me," he points the cane at me. At Cyan. "She was the only sapient being up until now which showed signs of wakefulness. Had it not been for her worry over you and her own slow decline into the world of Nightmares, I couldn't have noticed or helped you."

The literal tug at my heart gently confirmed his words.

"I must say, love between a Mortal and a Creation of the Celestial Slayer is an unusual one. You might prove even more helpful than initially anticipated. Sorry, I'm digressing, it's been becoming more a problem these days. Yes, days because it is day outside, dear Miss Hendrickson. Every mortal Soul in this plane is currently asleep despite it being day and all because of Supernatural occurrences by one mad lad amongst them named Nightmare." He smiles and I'm pressed between finding it grandfatherly and just creepy. Though despite clearly not having had a proper shower or ceiling over his head for some time I had to admit the hermit had some good dental care. "So I ask you again, do you believe in the Supernatural, Miss Hendrickson?"

Cyan retrieves back under my skin, this is an answer I'd rather give face to face. "If I did I'd only blame my life's tragedies on legends and myths." Something in this Doctor Odin's smile dimmed. He looked ashamed almost. "But if believing just for today means helping my friends, you better explain to me who we gotta tell off, Doc."

Doctor Odin's smile returned and a shining Symbol appeared behind him, it almost looked like a bendy hash sign mixed with...were those norse runes?

As if in the blink of an eye no longer did we stand in the Daily Bugle, surrounded by snoring reporters, secretaries, photographers and editors but...

"Why are we here?" I ask as I see the old villa. My old home. "Why are we in Denmark?"

Doctor Odin seems unsure, as if he didn't intend to throw me to my fears of coming to an empty home. The villa's even more rundown than I feared, the color of the building and surroundings monochrome and life nowhere to be found. "We're not in Denmark, Miss Hendrickson," he assures us. "It seems my teleportation spell has brought us straight into your Nightmare Room."

"HOW PRECISE YOU ARE, BORRSON!" We turn and are met with the most hideous green freak I've ever laid eyes upon. "AND YOU, HENDRICKSONDOTTIR! WELCOME TO YOUR ETERNAL PRISON! AMONGST THE MANY NEW SOULS WHICH WILL FUEL MY POWER!!!" Looking at it just feels wrong, pale and gaunt was its appearance, hair a frenzy and clothes looking like they were a fourth skin layer.

"Nightmare," Doctor Odin smirks and steps between us and the Demon. "You're far away from Chton's protecting embrace.

"THAT ANCIENT NUTCASE NO LONGER SERVES ME USE! I HAVE WHAT I DESIRE! SOULS OF THE HAUNTED!!!" the monster gloats.

"But it's not enough, is it?" Doctor Odin asks. "You only have all mortal souls. The War for Asgard still rages on between Loki and Thor, the Ghost Riders are still hunting for the Lilim and Demons unlawfully polluting the mortal earth with their presence and the Curse hasn't even penetrated into Limbo or Hell. You need something stronger than yourself to finish your dirty work." Runes begin to glow from underneath Doctor Odin's torn clothes.

Seeing it as our cue Cyan emerges from underneath my skin again. My shoes, pants and shirt disappear and my blonde hair turns black. Pale skin gets replaced by shiny purple slime and blue tired eyes by red specks. It seems our transformation set something off in the monster. "A BEAST OF THE CELESTIAL SLAYER?! I DIDN'T THINK I MADE YOU THIS DESPERATE, BORRSON!"

"Nothing over some perfect safety measures. Take her soul fully and you threaten him awaking in turn and we don't want that, now do we?" Doctor Odin smiles before whispering to me. "Hold out while I stop his schemes."

With the realization that I'm just the distraction fresh in my mind Doctor Odin vanishes and the monster bellows attacking me. I expected everything but the thing attacked not physically but with memories.

-

8:46pm. Tuesday.

I woke up to an empty ceiling, feeling lighter but in a good way. The lights were dimmed, the blinds closed. Mum and dad weren’t there. The hospital was quiet. Too quiet.

I felt sick again. But…different. Could you feel sick differently? What was this hole in my heart?

“Helena…”

“M-micheal…” I haven’t heard my voice this clearly in almost a year. Course, rough but still mi- “Micheal?” His face, the sorrow. It struck like a jab at the sensitive skin.

The hug and tears weren’t expected. His words weren’t either. “I’m so sorry…”

I didn’t understand. But it hurt. Why did it hurt?

Where were mama and papa?

-

“There were no bodies found...”

“…”

“Everyone is in panic. New York is…” Michael sighed. “They say clean up will take until May. Maybe longer. The President ordered a war on- Helena?”

“…”

He understood. It hurt. The loss.

“We should start the secondary treatment.”

“No.”

“Helena…”

“Why should I try to live?!” It hurt to scream. I’d never screamed before. Still I had to stop it. “The only people I kept fighting for are dead!”

-

No.

I don't know if it was Cyan's voice (or something too evil to name). I don't even know what's real anymore. But...the monster's attacks no longer work. My Nightmares and haunting Memories get overtaken by...Cyan.

Our first meeting, both in Warp World and on that Christmas night where I was originally supposed to die. Our first flight. First fight against villains. First Team Up with other Vigilantes.

Cyan. She holds me, protects me.

I love you.

"WHAT ARE YOU?!" the monster asks. Cyan replies in my stead, growing taller than the Nightmare. Sprouting wings and contorting our hero features to something monstrous. How can war cries be so sexy? Because I move in sync with her when she bellows at the monster. Not just Cyan and not just Helena. Passion strikes first, the Nightmare-thing never gets the same opening.

"This is for making us relive those moments!"

*POW!*

"This is for terrorizing our friends!"

*BAM!*

"And this is just because we really hate your ugly mug!"

*THWIP, THWIP...WHAM!!!*

Hit after hit, web after web, we strike back until we webzip and kick it all the way into the old Hendrickson Villa. We didn't follow. I would step foot back home again on my own...when it wouldn't hurt as much anymore.

Now off to find the guy who might really be Odin.

"I wasn't far gone." We turn and there he is. Worse for wear, his medical eyepatch removed and bangs cut aside showing an empty eye socket as well as a glowing golden eye respectively. In his hand he holds a glowing purple gem which he put away und his torn jacket. "I had put the Soul Gem into the Chalice of Souls just as you were fighting ba-"

He never saw the punch coming.

"YOU LEFT US TO FEND FOR OURSELVES!"

"Ow...right. Listen, the challenge of getting your soul without awakening him was too enticing. I'm sorry. But using you helped us. I managed to wake everyone up again," he smiles despite the pain, the same has sign with runes appears behind him. "Ready to go home, Passion?"

We simply nod and in the blink of an eye find ourselves on the top of a random rooftop. New York seemingly again as awake and busy as ever.

We breathe through. "Are you really Odin? Like in the All Father from the Myths my father read to me when I was having trouble sleeping after a surgery?"

He just smiles melancholily, "It's complicated." And vanished.

We sigh...

"Well, back to work." We leap and swing around the city, preparing for the next crazy misadventure.

Gimme Feats, gimme statements, who outsmarted who, who invented what?

If your Sona has artificial webs they’re already pretty smart just for inventing or refining the formula and building the Shooters.

Helena isn’t all that bright. She isn’t dumb but she isn’t what one would call smart enough to be a Superhero. No fancy high IQ or exemplary smarts. She’s more of a social person and can see through the masks people call faces. Now her wife on the other hand has access to the Symbionte Hive Mind so…yeah, bit unfair.

Writing a Fic, need Recommendations.

Passion is from Earth-20506.

I don't even know if there's a reason for the Numeration. I swear there might've been one...

When Mina, Tsu, Bakugo, Todoroki and Kirishima created a separate Group Chat for every hero and classmate and kid they all had worked with a clear lack of Ochako and Izuku in the mix everyone understood the protocol. Why they've been waiting for it for 10 goshdarn years for crying out loud!

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Sweet Unicorn: I'LL BE THE RING BEARER!!!

Waterhose Jr.: I'LL BE THE RING BEARER!!!

Katsuma: I'LL BE THE RING BEARER!!!

Maharo: I'LL BE THE RING BEARER!!!

Samidare: I'LL BE THE RING BEARER!!!

Satsuki: I'LL BE THE RING BEARER!!!

Roro: I'LL BE THE RING BEARER!!!

Lala: I'LL BE THE RING BEARER!!!

Dadzawa: Starting off strong already... How did they do it?

Tsu: Proposed to each other at the same time. Shame Shoji and Jiro couldn't come. We had a bad time seeing it as it was in the middle of the night and so when they both knelt down and exchanged the rings it looked strange.

Deep Dope: Yeah sorry...Momo and Denki kept me busy.

Grape: "Busy".

Deep Dope: YOU WANT SOME FRUIT !PUNCH! TO YOUR BOWL OF GRAPES!?

Dazzling Beauty: Aww a bit strange they decided to do it on a rooftop in the middle of the night. But it's sweet nonetheless.

GEMGD: EXCUSE YOU?! MY MOTHER PROPOSED TO MY FATHER AFTER A BAR FIGHT!!! DEKU'S AND ROUND CHEEKS' MARRIAGE PROPOSALS IS NOTHING!!!

Best Jeanist: That explains...too much...

Doggo: I might need to reopen my therapy hours for some of you...

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star: Oh Lala! I'm getting my calendar cleared for the next few months to await being called forth to be the Best Man AND the Man of Honor!

*Nezu left a note: That doesn't exist*

Nejire-Chan: SAME! I can't wait! I wonder what kind of theme they're going to go with. How should my dress look? Will there be dresses? Can I bring a plus one or plus two?

Alien Queen: WOah! No hold on there fellas! Who told you you'd be the Man and Woman of Honor for the cinnamon rolls?!

Grape: YEAH! I'm gonna be that for the both of them!

*69 people banned Grape from the Group Chat*

YaoMomo: Sero, please go check that Mineta doesn't go and overreact.

Spider-Tape: One Mummified Grape coming right up! Also I'll be Midoriya's Best Man!

GEMGD: OH PLEASE NONE OF YOU EXTRAS CAN BE THE BEST ANYTHING FOR THOSE HOPELESS LOVE BIRDS1111111

Hatsume Industries: Correct! Only I can be that! No one else holds their trust and respect more than me!

Ingenium: Hatsume, you're just making our Support Items...

Hatsume Industries: I know, and?

Ingenium: ... How about you forge them proper wedding rings instead?

Hatsume Industries: GENIUS!!!!! Three Rings coming right up!

*Hatsume Industries went offline*

Kiss the Cook: Great job, Iida. That should take care of her for a while. If everyone's okay with that I will take care of the Cake.

Local Vatican: By the authority given to me I shall seal their love in holy matrimony.

Dragoon: But...they're not Christian...

Lizzy: Shhh... She still doesn't know that...

DJ Mic-y: AND I'LL BE THE MUSIC MEISTER WITH JIRO!!!!

Deep Dope: I actually wanted to be Ochako's Woman of Honor...

Yaomomo: Now hold on my love, I thought Denki and I would be by Ochako's and Izuku's side for this one?

Battery: WOW Hold on now! Don't pull me into your ideal Marriage setting.

Ingenium: I would rather I be Midoriya's Best man, after all I'm the closest to him.

GEMGD: HA1111111 GOOD ONE FOUR EYES1 BUT YOU AIN'T EVEN WORTH BEING ONE OF THE GROOMSMAN!

Icy-Hot: And you are?

GEMGD: OF COURSE I AM1 YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!

*Icy-Hot uploaded file labeled "Bakugo's understanding of 'friendship'"*

GEMGD: ... Fine... You be the Best Man...

*GEMGD went offline*

Ingenium: Thank you Todoroki. Now as I was saying, maybe I should be the Best Man for Midoriya.

Kidzawa: No you can't, I'll be the Best Man!

Dark Duo: Curses upon all of you! Dark Shadow and I will be the Maid of Honor and Best Man respectively!

Poltergeist: LIES! Kuroiro are the superior dark disciples for this position!

Karate Chop: Oh god, it's spreading again...

Phantom Thief No.1: YES! ONLY MEMBERS OF THE FORMER CLASS B CAN BE TAKING UP THIS MOST IMPORTANT POSITION1111

Rock: Well actually I think myself the better option for MidoBro's Best Man.

Steel: Well actually I think myself the better option for MidoBro's Best Man.

Rock: Bro...

Steel: Bro...

Alien Queen: Hey! No way! Kiri and I will be the ones!

Gunhead: YOu can't be! I wanna be the one to stand by Uravity's side as her Man of Honor when she and Midoriya exchange vows!!!

Rody and Pino: Soooo should we or should we not throw our hats into the ring?

Neutralizing Butler: That's what Miss Anna and I were wondering.

SHIELD: WAIT THEY PROPOSED?! DAMN TIME ZONES!!! I wanna be the Best Woman for Izuku!!!

Mama Cat: Now hold on kittens I believe one of the Heroes in this chat should also have a chance to be the Best Maids and Best Men of Honor for those lovey dovey kittens.

Actual Mama Cat: Ryu, no.

Mama Cat: RYU YES!!!

I AM HERE!: I SHALL BE THE BEST MAN FOR YOUNG MIDORIYA'S WEDDING AND THAT IS FINAL!!!

Blond Bird: You don't have the authority to demand that. Yes, even as former Number 1. I checked! Me on the other hand...

Headshot: So much for not abusing the Power as the new President of the HPSC...

Blond Bird: HOW DO YOU HAVE A PHONE?!

Headshot: Just because I refuse to leave my cell doesn't mean I ever want to be isolated from the world. My cells neighbor even introduced me to some games.

All Hands on Deck: Correct, they have surprisingly great internet speed for LOL! Also I want to be Deku's Best Man!

Clone: HECK YA! OH HELL NO!

Gecko: Has anyone heard from or seen Toga? I thought the news would excite her.

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Meanwhile back in the Midoriya residence Hisashi Midoriya finally got to make his wife calm down and not flood the entire Prefecture, leaving the kids alone while he celebrated with his wife over their son's great achievement.

Ochako checked her phone and was surprised to not see any messages. "You think we should tell them we're getting married?"

Izuku chuckled nervously, "I don't know how they'd react..."

"Horribly," Himiko answered with a smirk of Schadenfreude and showed them Inko's phone. "They're reacting horribly at the moment."

Looking at the chat pretty much half the hero community got invited to the two heroes gasped in shock at the escalation over who should get to be the Maid and Man of Honor.

"We didn't think about that..." Ochako admitted.

"You think we should tell them Himiko is part of this?"

The throuple considered it for a moment then shook their heads.

Some use the canon Cavalry Race, some use Paint Ball or capture the Flag.

What others you think can be used?

This couldn't be happening again...

HOW!!!???

Smoke-Eater maybe, MAYBE made some semblance of sense, he had been very influencial an popular after all.

But Lariat?! WHO THE SHOCK WAS LARIAT?!

Even Kayama "Art and Heroics History Teacher" Nemuri had to dig DEEP when trying to varify Midoriya's sources on his Assay about Past Heroes and the issues of the Early Heroics System.

It started simple, every student got a special topic or theme for their Assays, 20 Pages, credibly sourced with 15 of them at minimum, the bare minimum expected from U.A. Students. Getting a perfect grade was unheard of.

SO HOW DID YAOYOROZU, BAKUGO, TODOROKI AND MIDORIYA ALL GET PASSING GRADES?!

"Okay, Yaoyorozu makes sense. It's Yaoyorozu," Midnight reasoned and sipped her coffee like the insomniac she was becoming.

"And Bakugo is smart behind all that ego and anger issues," Aizawa added. "As is Todoroki behind that stubborn Kuudere act." He ignored the muttered comments from both his longtime friends.

"I mean..." Mic started, having been forced to sit down and listen to his best friends' rants and emotional crises. "He is pretty much THE Hero Nerd."

""That still doesn't explain how he got access to ARCHIVES FROM DISMANTLED HPSC SERVERS FROM A CENTURY AGO!!!!!!"" The black haired duo screamed.

—

"Are they still arguing?", The One For All User of Blackwhip, aka Five, aka Daigoro Banjo, aka Lariet asked.

"Seems so..." the latest User of the legendary Stockpile Quirk responded, more occupied with where to put all these surprise presents of Smoke-Eater Merch he recently got in the Mail.

"Still can't believe they had to search three weeks to confirm my existence and approve of your paper, kid."

"To be fair," Six started, being all giddy with the new old Merch of himself he never thought had gone beyond concept works. "You are literally from the Second Generation of Heroes and unlike me had no lasting influence in the Heroics scene."

Those words were apparently a mistake, as even the ever silent Two/Second muttered, "Oh great, here we go..."

"NOW LISTEN HERE YOU BLUE FART EMITTING BAST-"

Izuku promptly tuned out the following exchange of remarks, almost missing how All Might's Vestige and Nana both brought out the metaphysical Popcorn from seemingly nowhere.