As morning came, and I got some sleep as well as a change of clothes in the form of a S.H.I.E.L.D. jumpsuit that was dark blue to separate me from the criminals in grey, I had the chance to call my mom. Apparently, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had gone to our apartment already and explained the situation to her. It didn't stop her worrying, causing the agents to stay overnight as she hadn't gotten any sleep at all and wouldn't settle down. When she picked up, which wasn't even a second after the phone began to ring, she was sobbing. I had to calm her down and just reassure her that I was being treated very well on the futuristic flying carrier ship.

It didn't last too long, however, as I was scheduled to begin training in learning how to use the power of Thor in the morning. I left for the dining hall to have a meal, since I also hadn't eaten since Tony Stark, the invincible Iron Man, picked me up from the marketplace. As I walked towards the cafeteria, my stomach was practically screaming at me to focus on it's needs.

I went to grab my tray in the cafeteria first. I got my hand on one side of one of many trays distributed to workers and guests alike, placing the other side on the flat top of Mjolnir to help me keep it up. I walked towards the counter, looking over the food they had. Of course, a lot of it was food I didn't exactly recognize, being Japanese. The lady with blonde and graying hair behind the glass noticed the difficulty I was having. She walked over, a smile on her face.

"Hello, sweety! You look like you're having trouble finding something."

My eyes widened, a smile forming on my face, "Oh, you speak Japanese, too?!"

She raised an eyebrow, "Hon, that's English we're speaking. Does that mean you're Japanese, then?"

I frowned, English? I'm not speaking English, I'm definitely speaking Japanese.

I shrugged it off, returning her smile, "Um, yeah, I'm from Japan." I gazed over the options, giving a small chuckle under my breath, "I don't exactly know what breakfast foods are good."

She nodded, placing a hand on her chin and looking over the options with him, "Well, tell you what," She turned around, flipping something in a pan with a spatula, then picked it back up just to place it on a plate. She turned her hand around, "You like eggs and sausage, dear?" I nodded and she turned back around, cracking an egg and a sausage and putting them on the plate. She put her hand over the egg and sausage for a couple seconds, making the space between the two glow a slight orange. She turned back around and placed a small plastic cup of something next to the plate on the top of the glass shield separating me and the food.

"This is usually a safe bet for breakfast in America. Some flapjacks and the other essentials!" She pointed to the small cup, "Plus some maple syrup if you like that sort of thing."

I put the hammer in the middle of the tray, making sure it was balanced, before grabbing the other plate and placing it, along with the syrup, on the tray. The eggs and sausage she placed on the tray were fully cooked!

So her quirk is creating a field of condensed, controlled heat, so she could cook all the food at once, probably even the inside of the eggs and sausage! I noted in my head, So cool!

I looked back, a smile still on my face, "U-um, thank you!"

"Pish posh!" She smiled, waving her hand in front of her face. "I'm just doing my job, dear. From the looks of it, you're gonna have a pretty important job yourself soon enough."

My perked up, raising an eyebrow, "M-me? I'm not all that special, really."

She frowned, crossing her arms, "That's not what that hammer seems to think." She sighed, "But, perhaps you should ask one of the other Supers about that, they would have a better idea about that sort of thing anyways."

"My thoughts exactly!" I turned around, meeting the mature voice of a blonde man with a purple combat vest and a black undershirt. Over one shoulder was a bow, and strapped to his back by a harness was a selection of arrows. He smiled down at me before turning to the woman, "I'll have the usual, Edithe."

She reached under the counter, picking up a plate and placing it on top of the glass, "Biscuits and gravy with eggs, over easy, already ready for you, Barton."

He grabbed the plate, and turned back to me before cocking his head, "I'll tell you as much as I'm allowed, kid."

We sat at a booth at the edge of the room, him using his utensils to start putting a dent into the meal in front of him. I placed the hammer on the table so I could focus on the food. As soon as he got the first bite scoffed down, he began talking.

"So, you're Thor, but I'm absolutely positive no one has told you what that means yet."

I nodded, picking up my own utensil and trying to figure out how to go about eating the 'flapjack' as Edithe called it. "N-no one honestly has told me anything, but it's clear that it's a very big deal."

"Oh, it's a real big deal." He pressed a part of the table that was made out of a kind of glass, pressing a few of the options before turning to me, "You drink milk with your food? Or do you drink coffee?"

"U-um, water is fine."

He pressed another button, then a second button, then a third before the screen shut off. He continued, "See, Thor is one of the warheads of the Avengers. If you match up to the previous Thor, you'll probably be put on the galactic level of defense just like he was."

"G-galactic?!" I leaned forward, beginning to sweat, "You m-mean I'm going to be going to space?"

The man put an open palm forward, "Ah, you won't be doing that right away, of course! Probably not even soon." He cut a part of his eggs with his fork, helping me learn how I'm supposed to eat my own food, before putting it in his mouth and continuing, "We have to build you up to that since you haven't been fighting Frost Giants and World Serpents since you were young." He swallowed before continuing, "You'll start in the same place the other young heroes in training are."

My eyes widened, "Wait, there are more people like me?"

"Yup," as he said that, a robot hovered over to us with two cups made of metal. It placed them in front of us, water in front of me and water in front of him. "You met Spidey, right? He's actually got a kid with similar spider powers who's learning how to use them still. Then there's a girl that can make her hands kinda big, it's better than it sounds. I think there's another kid, but he's involved with the Nova Corps, which is kind of outside of Avengers jurisdiction so I wouldn't expect to see him really."

"So, I'm going to be training with them?"

"Maybe, only for a little bit of time, though. That is, until you can prove that you're a cut above them. Which should be easy once you get a handle on the strength business."

I nodded, reaching for the cup. "So, how strong was Thor? I still don't really know what that's supposed to mean."

"Well, you'd probably be able to destroy whole planets if y-."

The cup in my hands folded as I reeled back, "P-p-planets?! How i-is that even possible?!" I looked down, finally noticing the water that spilled all over my jumpsuit and the cup, made out of quite a thick metal.

"Oh, watch it, kid!" He immediately pulled out napkins from the dispenser on the table, sliding them over to me so I could dry myself up.

"B-but, I wasn't even holding the hammer."

He nodded, "Yeah, Mjolnir doesn't exactly work like that."

"You know how it works? But even Nick Fury didn't know how it worked, and he's the boss here, isn't he?"

He shrugged, "Yeah, Fury is a bit of a liar when it comes to these things. It isn't because of you or anything, he's just cautious." The purple-vested man pointed to me with his fork, "That hammer gives you the power at the first point of contact. After that, until you become unworthy of the power, you will have the strength, speed and durability of Thor." He sighed before leaning back and stabbing another piece of food, "The hammer just amplifies it is all."

I turned my head to the hammer, trying to wrap my head around why something would ever need to be so strong. Even All Might, as strong as he is, probably couldn't destroy a planet. But Mjolnir, Thor, he had the power to do just that and his power was necessary to fight something extraterrestrial? No heroes in Japan ever went off-planet to fight villains. This was normal for the American heroes, it seemed. The levels of power seemed so unbalanced!

The man stopped his eating to continue the conversation, "Don't worry though, with the right mentor you'll be able to master that in no time. Who is mentoring you, by the way?"

"Um, Peter said he was."

The man frowned, "Peter… What was his last name?"

"P-Parker, I think." I frowned, lowering in my seat, "W-Why? He seemed really nice, and even Japan knows about the villains he fights."

He tilted his body so it laid against the back of the booth, sighing, "No, it's not about his abilities. It's just…" He moved forward, forcing a smile, "Don't worry about it, kid. I'm sure you're in good hands if Fury allowed that."

With his meal finished, the blonde stood, nodding to me, "My hero name is Hawkeye, but you can call me Clint."

I perked up, "Oh, um, my name is Izuku Midoriya!"

Hawkeye nodded towards him, "Pleasure to meet you, Izuku."

I was left to my meal, which was now starting to get cold. I took a bite of the flapjacks, which were great despite that! As Clint left the room, people came into the room in droves. It was almost like they were giving us our privacy to talk before barging in! I focused on finishing my meal before heading to the training grounds.

When I got there, I was blown away from the room. It was big enough to be a hangar for a jet or two! It was spacious, and had so many mechanical doors lining the floor, the walls, the ceiling, and even some of the corners! The farthest wall contained a very large door, which was open and had a visible, bright blue force field along the edges, keeping the air pressure in the ship intact from the outside air pressure. In the middle of the room was the director, Nick Fury.

He was talking with another hero, one I recognized from Japan! His hero theme was the Wild West. The hero Snipe!

On top of his dreadlocks was a cowboy hat with an embedded 'S' in a sheet of metal. Below that was a gas mask that made him look similar to a horse. Over his shoulders was a red cloak, which hid a white and black combat vest. Below that was a brown belt with a personalized gun holstered in a sheath designed to compliment the weapon. His pants were black closer to the crotch, but cut off into a yellow, baggy color that was tucked loosely into a pair of grey, metal boots. Over his arms were black sleeves that cut off to show his shoulders and upper bicep. Over that was a tan pair of gloves.

I had stars in my eyes as I sprinted over to him, a grin washing over my face. I couldn't contain my excitement, "Oh my gosh, you're SNIPE! The gunslinging hero of Western Japan!" I pumped a fist, unable to contain myself, "This is so cool!"

He nodded, "Indeed, I am. It's a pleasure to meet you, Midoriya."

"HE SAID MY NAME! HE KNOWS MY NAME!"

Nick Fury raised an eyebrow to the cloaked hero, then turned back to me, "Kid, please, get a grip before you start drooling on my floor."

Snipe raised a hand towards the spy, "It's quite alright, Fury. I'm used to this sort of thing."

"Whatever," He raised a hand, checking a watch on what looked like a wrist pad, "At least the kid is here on time. Spider-Man should have been here by now."

I was still focused on Snipe, "Why are you here in America? Shouldn't you be teaching at U.A. right now?"

The hero nodded, "Usually, I would be. However, Japanese government wanted a representative hero to observe and discuss how to go about this situation on their behalf." Snipe cocked his head, "I was the candidate that was chosen."

I was still in awe, taking in every word that he spoke through the gas mask. But through that awe was also surprise. U.A. is going to be observing me? Does that mean I'm going to be able to go to U.A. Hero Academy now? I looked down at Mjolnir, the shining metal. I guess I have something like a quirk now, after all. A powerful one at that.

I looked back up at Nick, "So, we're just waiting for Pe-?"

"Out of respect for the Web Head, we're going to use his hero name, kid. He likes to keep the people that knows his identity need-to-know." He turned to the open hangar, crossing his arms, "And Spider-Man is late, it seems."

A few seconds later, something like a smack sounded in the direction of the hangar. A few seconds after that, a thud hit the hull.

"Finally." Fury muttered, impatiently and obviously frustrated.

Another couple of seconds passed and a man in a red and blue spandex costume was swinging around towards the opening of the hangar. Close to the end of the swing, he kicked off and released the web, launching himself inside the training grounds and towards the three of us. He landed a decent thirty feet away from us, rolling as he hit the ground and hopping on his feet as his roll completed.

"Sorry I'm late guys, the dry cleaners misplaced my costume and then a guy with a rhino mutation robbed a bank, and I had to explain to him why stealing is wrong." He shrugged, "Bu-u-u-t, he was Russian, so I don't think the lesson stuck."

By now, Fury was pressing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "I don't want to hear your excuses, I just want you here on time."

Spider-Man scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, uh, sorry about that." He perked up, pointing to Snipe, "So, who's the creepy looking rootin' tootin' dude?"

The spy gestured toward Snipe, "This is a Japanese hero here to make sure we aren't mistreating our guest here." He gestured toward me.

Peter nodded, reaching a hand out for the foreign hero, "Howdy, partner! I'm Spider-Man, I'm kind of like the Sheriff of Manhattan."

"Nice to meet you, Spider-Man." The cloaked hero replied.

"O-kay, he doesn't know Either either."

I frowned, stepping forward, "U-um, you guys just spoke Japanese, I thought."

Peter's lenses shifted to resemble an eyebrow rising, "Uh, Izuku, you hearing right? He clearly spoke Japanese."

Nick spoke up, "That's one of the many powers of Mjolnir, it was titled 'All Speak' by Thor when he identified his basic abilities becoming an Avenger." The spy beckoned toward me again, "Any language he hears, he can understand and any language he speaks to, others can understand." He crossed his arms again, "Now can we get to business already?"

"Wait, if that was a power the hammer had, why did I need to wear that earpiece last night?" The red and blue hero asked, crossing his own arms.

"It was a quick way to convince you to talk to him." He glared at Peter, "Now let's get on with this already!"

Peter nodded, throwing his hands in the air, "Alright, let's get started." Peter nodded towards Nick, "So, where do we start?"

Nick started walking towards a door on the opposite side I came in from, the Japanese hero following behind him, "Snipe and I are going to the observation room. You and the kid are gonna test his basic stuff. His strength, summoning the hammer, throwing the hammer, the usual stuff Thor does."

"What about lightning?"

Nick opened the door, which revealed an elevator. Once inside, he turned, giving Peter a cold stare, "He summons lightning in this room, you're paying for the repairs." The doors closed.

Peter gulped, turning to me and putting his palms together before bowing, "Please, for the mercy of Odin, don't use any lightning!" He sighed, "I'm barely paying for my electricity as it is."

As the two approached the glass overseeing me and the American hero, Nick spoke over an intercom, "Alright, I'm gonna bring up a test dummy made of vibranium. Hit it hard, kid, but not too hard."

As he finished the order, a door opened on the floor in the direction of the hangar door fifty feet from where I stood. What came up was less of a dummy and more of a small slab of metal. It made sense though, considering vibranium was one of the rarest elements on Earth plus the only source of it being in Wakanda.

I brought the hammer to my chest, gripping it with both hands. I was looking around, trying to figure out how to approach this.

Do I just walk up to it and slam the hammer on it? Do I run at it then hit it?

I turned to Peter, "U-um, how exactly am I supposed to… hit it?"

He shrugged, "I dunno, however you feel comfortable with I guess."

I frowned, lowering my head, "R-right, that makes sense, I suppose."

I turned back to the slab of metal. I took a deep breath before taking a step forward. Then another. I kept that up until, eventually, I was in front of the metal. I hugged the hammer tight against my chest with both hands, then swallowed the dust in my mouth.

I turned back to Peter, who give me two thumbs up.

I turned back to the metal, which shined through the dark grey of said metal.

I took Mjolnir, raising it high above my head, looking down, I closed my eyes, thinking back to what Hawkeye said before.

"You'd probably be able to destroy whole planets…"

"I'll just hold back when I hit it, hold back a lot." I muttered under my breath.

I pushed down, working with gravity only a little. As I threw down the hammer, I opened my eyes, making sure I hit the intended target. It closed in on the metal. Then…

The hammer hit, barely doing anything to the metal. I exhaled, my legs shaking like crazy! I turned back, forcing a smile through my strained face.

"I-I-I hit i-it!"

"Kid!" Nick yelled over the speakers, "Hit the damn rock, we're burning daylight!"

"RIGHT, SORRY!"

I turned back, swallowing my mouth, which I didn't think could be as dry as it was. I put the hammer above my head again, looking down at the target again. I inhaled, then swung down, deciding to put all my weight into the strike. I realized as soon as it struck how bad that decision was.

As soon as the two made contact, a shockwave hit me with what felt like a truck! I opened my eyes, seeing the podium the vibranium sat on was intact, but everything surrounding the podium immediately became cratered. Metal crunched, twisted and was crushed through. I found myself being sent into the air, ears ringing so loudly, I could only just manage to hear Nick yelling something over the intercom again, though I didn't know what it was he was yelling. The walls of the training room were hit by the shockwave, becoming equally as crunched, twisted and crushed!

As I reached the apex of my launch, I felt something smack my back, then tug at me. Soon, I found myself in a red and blue pair of arms. It didn't take long for me and the hero to land on the ground. He set me against a wall, allowing me to get my bearings again. By the time I was able to focus again, and the ringing stopped, Nick Fury and Snipe were standing in front of me, Spider-Man attached to the wall beside me and a little way upwards.

Nick knelt, snapping his fingers in front of my face, "Hey, kid, you good?"

I nodded.

"You hit that thing as hard as you could?"

I nodded.

"You realize how stupid that was?"

I nodded.

He sighed, standing back up and putting his hands on his hips and turning to Snipe, "Well, he ain't as strong as Thor."

"You're saying the previous owner of Mjolnir was stronger than that?" Snipe bellowed.

Nick nodded, "We did this before with the God of Thunder. Let's just say when Thor himself hit it, we had to order a new training room."

Spider-Man slapped his thighs, leaning forward, "I feel like I'm being left out here." He looked down to me, then back to Fury, "How do we get him to the point that he can hit something and not atomize it?"

Fury lowered his head, looking me dead in the eyes. He took a deep breath, then nodded, "I'll make a few calls, get in contact with a god, maybe Odin himself."

"OH!" The man on the wall raised his hand.

"You know someone?"

"Well, kinda." Peter raised both hands like a he was mimicking a balance beam with his hands, "I know a guy who knows a guy. The Heroes for Hire are in New York right now, and Iron Fist knows his way around the mystical just a little bit."

Fury nodded, turning around and heading for the door, "Just get him someone that can tank a few hits."

I looked back at Spider-Man, who gave me two thumbs up again. I smiled nervously, turning my head down at the hammer, which remained unscratched by the impact it just created.

Two Days Later

I was in the main hangar now, being led by Spider-Man and a man in a green leotard. I met him the day before, and he was a really nice and calm guy. His name was Iron Fist, or his hero name was at least. He didn't tell me his secret identity, and I didn't press him for it.

He did, however, share his story. He's quirkless, like me. The difference was that his parents did have quirks, which made them pretty famous. When he was a kid, he was with his family on a business trip when their plane was blown up by what was identified as a bomb quirk. The culprit was never caught, but Iron Fist found himself in a temple which is hidden in mountains where he was trained by monks as a master martial artist. He eventually was tasked into killing a dragon, something I never even thought existed and had a seriously hard time wrapping his head around. In killing the dragon, he earned the power of the Iron Fist, becoming the ultimate weapon!

Currently, we were back over Japan, where Iron Fist explained he made contact with someone that could help me gain some control over my powers. At the same time, I could continue my education in Junior High, as I missed plenty of school already and was only kept from failing behind because S.H.I.E.L.D. demanded the school supply me with the material.

We got to the stairs leading inside the jet. The two heroes let me step inside first, allowing me the opportunity to pick my seat. But that was only after I was done awing at the advanced, clean technology that covered the inside. I took a seat in the small bay of the jet, placing Mjolnir in my lap. The other two heroes piled in, Spider-Man opting to take his place on the ceiling and Iron Fist taking the first seat closest to the side door we came in from.

We sat where we were in silence for a minute before I turned to the heroes, "Do either of you know how to fly this jet?"

Iron Fist looked at me through the white eyepieces on his yellow bandanna on his face before shaking his head, "Um, no. Not this plane, anyhow."

Spider-Man looked at me, "I don't even have a driver's license."

Iron Fist and I stared at him in silence for a second. The blonde across from me was the one to speak up, "You don't?"

"No, I don't! I usually just use webs to get from place to place." More silence came from the ultimate weapon, "I live in New York for crying out loud! Why would I need to have a car when swinging is so much faster anyways?"

"Um, I'm sure plenty of other heroes in America don't have driver's licenses too!" I chimed in.

The man in the green shook his head, "He should still have a license."

"What about Japan?" He pointed towards me, "I'm sure people in Japan don't have driver's licenses!"

I scratched the back of my head, "Actually, using your quirk is illegal unless you're a pro hero apprehending a criminal."

Iron Fist nodded, gesturing towards me with a hand while looking at Spider-Man, "See, you need a license."

Spider-Man didn't respond, he just crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks under his mask while his lenses shifted into a frown.

After a few seconds, another man walked aboard the ship. He didn't even look fazed at the three of them, instead he just crawled into the pilot's chair and fired up the engines. He flipped a few switched above him, prompting the exit to close and the seatbelt sign to chime on. Iron Fist and I both buckled in while Spider-Man stuck on the ceiling. The man turned around, checking the passengers.

He eyed Spider-Man, who responded with, "Don't worry, Johnny-Boy, I'm green right here."

The pilot sighed, and I could swear he muttered, "Damn supers, making my job difficult." Under his breath.

The jet began to rise slightly, moving slowly over the runway. Once it was in position over the runway, facing the open hangar door, the jets began to fire up. Within five seconds the jet went from 0 to rocket ship speeds. It was more than enough time for the jet to soar out of the hangar. It gained enough distance from the helicarrier to be able to tilt, changing the direction of the jet towards our destination. It tilted downwards, allowing me to get a narrow view of my home country through the pilot's windshield. I guess Iron Fist saw that, because he reached above and pressed a button, which activated a hologram that showed us the view through the windshield. It was a large mountain range, filled with the usual trees one should expect from them if they lived in Japan. Although, I still couldn't tell which part of Japan it was. All I could tell was that it was really far away from any sign of civilization, which meant no one was actually going to get hurt from my practice.

It took about ten minutes for us to get close to the earth, but once we were there, Iron Fist turned the hologram off. A miniature hangar door began to release from the roof of the jet, letting the light of the morning seep in along with the smell of fresh air.

I didn't resist the smile that crept over my face as the seatbelts released and I could smell fresh air again, even if there was also burning jet fuel along with it. I stood, Iron Fist and Spider-Man taking my example. When the ship finally hit the ground and the back door was all the way open, I was already walking out, eager to get back on the ground and to feel free again!

Iron Fist stood beside me in the grass, taking a deep breath himself and smiling calmly, "It's soothing, is it not? The serenity of nature."

I nodded, "I've never craved the smell of trees so much in my life."

"We are one with nature, after all." Iron Fist added, putting his fist against the palm gently, and closing his eyes, "It's as much a necessity as food and water, to meet the natural world freely."

"Yeah."

"Hey, you bunch of tree huggers!" Spider-Man jumped over us, landing and spinning around on the ball of his left foot, "I don't mean to interrupt your reconnection with the trees, but it could be a hell of a mess if you forgot the hammer in the jet."

I looked down, realizing I had forgotten the hammer. My eyes began to shine, however, as I jerked my hands up, "Wait, this is PERFECT!"

"Uh, what's perfect?" The vigilante crossed his arms.

"Watch this!" I turned around, reaching my right hand toward the hammer, which sat on the seat next to the one I sat in. With my hand outstretched, I closed my eyes and imagined Mjolnir in my hand. Then I whispered, "Mjolnir, to me." Suddenly, I felt something impact with my hand and I clasped over a leather handle with my fingers.

I opened my eyes and excitedly turned around to meet the gaze of the heroes, "See! I can summon it now!" In my hands, Mjolnir sat, responding to my calling with ease.

Iron Fist whistled, crossing his arms and nodded, "Would you look at that, you're a natural, Izuku!" He turned to Peter, pointing a thumb in the air, "Perhaps he'll learn how to work the hammer without us after all. A disciple of self-learning."

Peter nodded, waving his hand, "Yeah, that's great! But if we can get other people involved to make it even faster of a process, that would be ideal." Peter pressed the side of his head, "Hey, Jimbo, you might want to fly back to base. Don't want the plane in pieces on accident, costing a couple tens of millions of dollars for just one of those bad boys and all."

The hanger door began to close and rise from the ground going from a VTOL jet to a normal jet once it got above the tree line. Within twenty seconds, it was practically gone.

I turned back to the colorful heroes, Peter nodding and hitting his left palm with the bottom of his right fist. "Alrighty then, boys. Let's find ourselves a god!"

"Don't bother, mortals!" A booming voice echoed from within the woods. There was a loud thud, then another thud, before something very large was thrown from within the woods! My blood ran cold as I ducked under it. Iron Fist ducked with me while Spider-Man seemed to have jumped over the object as he had landed in his typical stance. I looked back identifying the object thrown.

Is that a tree?! Behind us was, in fact, a tree. It was a large tree, too. From the looks of it, the base of the tree seemed to scale to around thirty feet tall! I turned around, gripping Mjolnir with my right hand.

From the source of the tree stood a man that one word couldn't even describe! He had a golden strap over his chest which sat above a green tunic starting from just the bottom of his torso and stopping halfway down his thighs. He had some form of leather shoes that lined up his legs that was studded along the front strip of leather. In the center of the beltline was a metal buckle of a lion. The most outstanding feature, by far, had to be his muscles. This man had muscles on top of muscles, and had height as his advantage, too! He could give All Might a run for his money!

All Might… Immediately, my mind traced back to his emaciated form, coughing up blood and even being unable to stand.

"I can't agree with 'becoming a hero without power.'"

He told me that days ago, the day I was given the gift of power by a force unknown to me. The day my sacrifice, my life for Kacchan's, my friend, earned me the power of Thor.

Ahead of me, the man stood proud, a smile on his face. I charged forward, yelling as I did so! I was on him in almost an instant, with only enough time for him to begin to open his eyes. I pulled Mjolnir up, managing to slam it against his chest and throw him back into the forest!

Boy, did he go flying! I could hear multiple trees break, split and shatter before earth was dug into. After a second of that. The destruction stopped.

I turned back to the other heroes, smiling, "I-I think I got him!"

Peter palmed his mask. Iron Fist shook his head. Then the shadow rolled over me. I turned back around, and the man stood above me again. I couldn't see his face, due to the sun being directly behind him. But the next thing I knew, he was laughing. It reminded me of All Might, too.

"My word, lad! You have the COURAGE of a WARRIOR!" He patted me on the back, which felt more akin to a punch in my lungs, "Not many people see me and strike back!"

"A-a-a-and j-just who are you?" I could hardly hold back the tears of fear.

"Why, my friend, I am HERCULES! Son of Zeus!" He raised both his arms, flexing his biceps to bring emphasis to his name. He lowered his arms, placing his knuckles on his hips, "You must be Izuku Midoriya, the new partner of Mjolnir, evidently!"

Spider-Man leapt beside me, saluting the large man, "Herc, long time no see! Sorry about our trainee here," He grabbed my shoulders and reeled me back a couple feet, something I was incredibly grateful for. "He's just a tad excited."

"Sorry? I see no reason to apologize!" The man grinned at us, "I threw that projectile at you, did I not?"

"Um…" Spider-Man was obviously trying to find a response but couldn't find one.

Luckily out green and yellow comrade stepped in for his greeting, "Namaste, Hercules." He bowed, fist in palm like before, "I trust you have been well."

"Indeed, Fist of Iron! I had just returned from the underworld fighting the Hydra, whom was protecting guarded and stolen treasures from a village in this fine country." He stepped forward, patting the martial artist on the back too, "It is good to see friends of old, on occasion, especially with news as grand as he!" The muscle-bound demigod nodded towards me. In a panic, I nodded back.

"So," He knelt down, which only made him half a foot taller than me, "this boy, with a heart of pure fire, is our newest God of Thunder?"

I swallowed hard, looking him in the eyes. He still had a smile, which was comforting in a way, but his size was still quite imposing.

He turned to the other two, which were just barely taller than him, "You say he is not ready to fight the warrior's fight?"

Spider-Man put his hands on his hips, "He doesn't know how to control the power, we're afraid that he's going to kill someone with it on accident."

Hercules hummed, placing a hand on his chin and nodding, "Of course, that would make sense." He rose from his squat, turning towards the forest and gaining some distance from us before turning around and crossing his arms, "For mere mortals, that is."

"Excuse me?" Spider-Man raised a lens.

"It is quite a trivial concern, for gods and demigods like me and now, he." Hercules grabbed a tree from behind him, pulling it down and making a makeshift seat for himself. "If a man intends to kill, the power not used is nil. However, if the foe should be put to rest, with all your power try your best."

"Yeah, we figured that out already." Spider-Man sighed.

Iron Fist nodded, "We will heed your advice, Hercules."

Peter was about to say something, but I quickly interjected, "Excuse me, Hercules, sir."

"PLEASE!" His voice boomed again, prompting my color to practically jump from my skin, "No need to be formal, lad. We are gods, practically equals if we look at our statures alone!"

"R-right," I laughed nervously, scratching the back of my head, "But, you see, I still don't know how much is too much for someone- I mean, a mortal- I don't know how much force to put in for that if I need to."

"Ah!" He slapped his knee, and I could swear that I felt a breeze from it hit my face, "That is a better question, lad!"

"S-so, you'll help?" I asked, gripping the handle tightly.

The man grinned, "I will be forthright, I had intended a trial of courage for you to complete by capturing a giant boar and bringing me its hide." He stood, slamming his fist against his chest, "But if one has the courage to strike Hercules, he has the heart of a true warrior!"

He kicked the tree with the back of his leg, launching it back into the forest with ease. He got into a low stance, bracing his shoulder and the rest of his body.

"You will strike my shoulder with all of thine might first! Once we can discover the apex your strength, we may move on to limiting it!"

"B-but what if I hurt-?"

"HA! We are gods, Midoriya! Our strength lies in our indominable will towards victory." He grinned, "We will start without the hammer first, once we master that, we will include thy mighty weapon!"

I smiled back at the demigod, setting Mjolnir down and taking a few steps back, before getting into a running stance. "Alright, but remember that you asked for it!" I began to charge forward, clenching my fists.

He bellowed in laughter, "We are warriors, we always are the ones asking for it!" He braced himself again, flexing his muscles, "Now, hit me WITH THINE SOUL!"

I leapt into the air, fist reeled back and aimed right for the demigod's shoulder. I looked back to when I was a kid, being told I was quirkless. The constant bullying from Kacchan. My mother, shifting the blame onto herself. All Might himself telling me I couldn't do it.

I grabbed those doubts, placed them in my fist, and screamed out. Then I hit the demigod with my soul.

I wanted to be a hero!

As Hercules was thrown back into the forest, I smiled with my clenched fist.

Now, I have the power to do it, too.

There it is, the story is chugging along! There isn't too much to say about this chapter on my part, so I'll just jump into answering/commenting on a few reviews.

JAKEkenstein: Not a story, but there's your purple Robin Hood lol

Tio.21: Be happy, and don't worry

TheBestLikeNoOneEverWas: I'm not sure if I want to use Thanos specifically, but there might be something along the same power level as Thanos. You'll just have to wait and see if I make it far enough for something like that.

UnlawfulGentleman: I think that the best part about fanfictions with established universes is when the lore is respected and someone can find the right combination of worlds in the right way. I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far, and I hope to be able to keep it going in an awesome and interesting direction.