The Stark Cypher

Chapter 1

{ Original and all cred goes to Sunnylover Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34320298/chapters/85393648#workskin
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The stark cipher. Anyone who knew anything about ciphers could tell you about it. It is one of the most well-known ciphers because it has simply never been solved. "Written by Tony stark one of the best engineers in all of history he's easily on the same level as Einstein and newton. But once he died a document was released to the public, at the top written in English was a letter from Tony, it read.

"Should I die make this document open to the public. In this document lay detailed instructions on how all of my tech works, and how one could go upon recreating it, it also has the pieces of information necessary to access my multimillion-dollar fortune. but there's a catch it written in cipher. One that I created, should you decipher it, all the information and money is yours to do whatever you like with. I wish you luck. -Tony Stark".

To say the public went crazy would be an understatement. Tony Stark had left this cipher for the world, as his final piece of legacy.

Soon after his death, other engineers did try to reverse-engineer Tonys work, most failed. But what they did learn was enough for most governments to offer big prize money for whoever should decipher the document, in addition to the fortune they would already receive.

Now hundreds of years later and the cipher is still yet to be solved. Most people have stopped trying leaving only a few hopefuls, trying for the large cash prize."
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The teacher droned on and the class was getting jittery, It was a warm afternoon and the class had no air conditioning. All the students would much rather be outside enjoying the warm breeze than stuck inside listening to their teacher go on about what was practically an old unsolved word puzzle. All except one, of course, who sat in the back row of the class in the seat right next to the window.
Midoriya was diligently taking notes in her book. But soon enough the bell rang, and everyone packs up quickly in a rush to get out into the fresh air.

All except midoriya she was taking her sweet, sweet time not wanting to be caught outside the class or on her way home it would be best to take her time. But sadly things never seem to go as planned.

A loud crash could be heard as bakugo slammed his parm down onto midoriya's desk as he let off a small explosion in his other hand "And where do you think you're going Deku" Bakugo asked.

"I'm just going home" Midoriya responded, she was shrinking in on herself and mentally preparing herself for the beating that's was about to come.

"Figured you wouldn't have any friends to hang out with." Sneers Bakuhoe.

Just then one of Bakugo's lackeys grabbed Midoriyas bag, "how about we see what the losers got in here" flipping the bag upside down, and out tumbled a notebook Titled hero analysis for the future along with a few spare pencils and pens and a scrunched up ball of paper.

"What's this shitty Deku, a diary" he taunted as Bakugo pick up the notebook, midoriya grabbed the notebook missing again, as Bakugo moved his hand back and flipping open the book and began to read.

"Flame hero: Endeavour, name enji todoroki, quirk Hell flame, allow the user to make and manipulate intense flames at will," Midriya tried to snatch the book back, but missed. "Strengths, speed, strength and fire-resistance"

"Ha! What a loser cant have your own quirk so up obsess over others," said one of the lackeys.
"what a stalker," said the other.

"You creeper why do you even write these it's not like a useless quirkless like you will ever be a hero" yelled Bakugo

"Well if I work really hard-" she tries to fend for herself but ultimately fails.

"You will NEVER be a hero" he screamed again he turned and threw the notebook out the window in one clean motion.

Midoriya stepped and reached for the notebook missing by only a few millimeters she watched as the notebook fell into the fish pond down below. She turned around frustrated, only to see the door closing and the class empty.

She grabbed her dropped pens and pencils and stuffed them into her bag which had been discarded on a neighbouring desk. Exiting the class she headed down the stairs and out the school doors around the corner to the fish pond reaching in she grabbed the notebook and walked home.