The entire USJ was silent as All Might marched through the front gate. Even the attacking villains stopped and stared in awe and terror at the Symbol of Peace. But something was different about All Might this time.
He wasn't smiling.
All Might was cursing himself on the way here, and hadn't stopped since he reached the USJ. I can't believe all this went down while I was resting, he thought angrily. He had not been able to raise Aizawa or Thirteen on their phones and had grown worried. The Principal had encouraged him to rest, and not to worry, but All Might couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Gathering enough strength as he could muster, he made his way to the USJ, running into a frantic and frightened Iida along the way.
I hate to think of how frightened these children must be, he thought shamefully, looking down at the heavily damaged Thirteen as he passed. And how hard my colleagues had to fight in order to protect them. The only thing I can do now is to reassure them that everything is going to be ok. That is my duty as the Symbol of Peace. He reached up to his tie and tore it from his neck, casting the shreds aside. He was going to make sure these villains paid for their transgression.
Shigaraki and Nomu seemed to have lost complete interest in Izuku and his friends. Nomu had released Izuku, and Asui had pulled him to safety. "After all this waiting," said Shigaraki. "The heroic piece of trash shows up."
"Holy crap, it's All Might!" Said one of the Villains.
"I've never seen him in person before," said another. "I didn't expect him to be so huge!"
"This is no time to talk, you idiots," shouted a steel-armed villain. "If we're quick we can kill -"
In the blink of an eye, the villains were incapacitated. All Might still moved at blinding speed, even with his injury. Izuku knew he must be pushing himself past his limit, but did a great job at hiding it. He made his way towards Shigaraki and Nomu, looking towards the barely conscious Aizawa.
"Took you long enough," said Aizawa.
"I'm sorry," said All Might. "I should have been here." In another flash, Izuku found himself being carried away from the villains. All Might had carried all of them, including the injured Aizawa, away to safety. "Everybody back to the entrance," he said. "And take Aizawa with you. He doesn't have much time." Mineta and Asui obeyed at once, running towards the entrance, supporting Aizawa as they went. Izuku, however, stayed put. This was the second time that All Might had saved him from certain death.
"All Might," Izuku began. But he was interrupted. Shigaraki seemed to be in the middle of a conniption fit. He had his hand covering his face, the force of All Might's speed knocking his mask off. "No, no, no!" He said angrily. "It wasn't supposed to go this way." He knelt down and picked up the severed hand that dropped from his face. "He's still fast, father. Somehow he managed to hit me." He placed his mask back on and sighed.
"Of course a government hero relies on violence," he said. "I wasn't prepared. I couldn't even see him when he moved. But he's not as fast as I thought he would be. Not as fast as he used to be. I guess its true after all." A perverse smile broke out across Shigaraki's face beneath his mask. "All Might really is getting weaker."
Izuku swallowed. His fear was confirmed. They somehow knew that All Might was losing his power, and were planning on using that to their advantage with Nomu, who was undoubtedly at it's physical prime. "All Might," he said. "You can't fight him! I threw enough explosives at the brain villain to destroy a building, and it didn't even phase him at all. He's too strong -"
"Young Midoriya," Said All Might, holding up a hand, his trademark smile returning. "I got this." Without another word, he charged towards Shigaraki. " Carolina. . ."
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Powerless - A My Hero Academia/ DC Crossover
FanfictionIzuku Midoriya has always wanted to be a hero. But the death of his childhood friend at the hands of a villain, and his idol denouncing his dream, his faith in himself and this hero society has been shaken to its core. But one man still sees his pot...