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Running away from the fastest pro hero who could fly was not Izuku’s idea of fun. But of course Hawks would literally betray him when all he was trying to do was help him escape from the hero commision. They had him so manipulated and traumatized, he couldn’t even see the horrible things they were doing.
Something Izuku and his two partners in crime had all struggled with in the past. Which meant of course Izuku now had to take down the corrupted hero commision, one of the biggest governments in the world. Something he was just a little too exited to do. The point is, Izuku was sympathetic with Hawks and slightly over eager to meet up. Which lead to his predicament.
Sprinting across the rooftops with two broken ribs(hawks had body slammed him into a brick wall, and he wasn’t wearing any body armor because it was supposed to be a simple conversation not a fight)was unsurprisingly not fun. At least Izuku was the master at dodging, so the feather knives hawks kept yeeting at him never hit their mark. Unfortunately for him, Hawks was smart and tactical thanks to his ‘training’ and instead of aiming for Izuku's body, he started aiming for the ground underneath him.
Izuku was still scrambling to figure out a plan to get himself out of this mess. Seeing the sky start turning pink with the dawn of a new day made him panic more. Not only was he losing his cover of darkness, but sunrise meant that people were going to start coming out. That is a huge disadvantage because they would take one look at #2 hero hawks and assume he was a serial killer or some shit like that. They would actively sabotage his chances of getting away.
Then hawks got a lucky hit in and the loose stone Izuku had been standing on was no longer there, and he toppled forward of the three story building. Izuku tried to tuck and roll, but his freshly broken ribs prevented him, and he smashed his head on the corner of a dumpster.
Fighting unconsciousness he pressed his com and uttered to his accomplices friends “abort mission, code orange, relocate to our randevu point, now.” Before taking the device out his ear and crushing it with his palm and the concrete below. effectively covering his tracks and protecting his family from the toxic commision they were all fighting against.
His issue warned and Hawks nearing him, he let the dark spots in his vision envelope him. This forced the pro nearby to prioritize his health rather than the capture of the rest of the vigilantes scrambling to relocate themselves. “Shit” the winged hero exclaimed before alerting his supervisors of his now unavailability for the rest of the mission. He then rushed forward to stop the heavily bleeding head injury on his enemy. He cringed in sympathy, that was a concussion for sure and he was gonna be in a lot of pain when he woke up.
Across town in a ragged and rundown apartment mostly abandoned, sat a blonde in front of a monitor cursing as he typed frantically, trying to get a visual on what was going on. Not being able to communicate with one of the only people he could trust, was causing his anxiety to tripal.
Suddenly worried about his significant other, Shinsou Hitoshi, he scrambled to check on them. Before he had the chance to though, he heard their voice over the comms. “Kami….location…compromised ….police….on their way…get out!” Before a pained shout and a beep alerting him that the comm had disconnected. Even with all the static interrupting Hitoshi, Denki got the message.
A feeling of cold icey dread filled his gut and quickly he got to work. Deleting all the information stored on the monitors, denki hacked into his own computer digitally covering all his tracks. Just as he was about to initiate his self-destruct sequence, his door burst open. A small army of police and corrupt heroes poured out the broken doorway, trapping him in.
Freeze!” One policeman said, pointing his gun at denki. Standin up, denki turned around putting on his snarky persona to mask his terror. “Hello officers, what brings you to my humble abode today?” Casually throwing his arms to his side, trying to portray confidence.
“Put your hands behind your head, now!” The man said, glaring at the teen.“That’s not very nice mister officer man. Or woman, I don’t judge.”Denki leaned back, putting his hands on the desk behind him.
“Look I don’t want to shoot a kid so just surrender peacefully” he said not budging. Rolling eyes, the vigilante replied with “how about …. Nah” Quickly typing in the last sequence of numbers his desktop was completely wiped. He made sure no evidence remained of any important information. He smiled knowing that no matter what happened, they wouldn’t be getting any inside information from his devices.
His screen started blinking an eerie red, bathing the room in a blood color. With a devilish glint in his eyes, the blonde hacker turned, readying his fists proclaiming “now the fun begins.”
By the end of the day, the three greatest vigilantes of the mufasta area and greatest threats to the hero commission were captured and tortured under the guise of interrogation, and all were non the wiser except for the hero commision and all police/hero securely under their thumbs. That and of course one mouse bear principal, who had hacked the hero commision because of boredom. “Interesting” he proclaimed, bearing his canines in a smile to an empty room.