Alright so let's address some things before the chapter starts.

First of all. No secret identities. Those always annoyed me more then they entertained me, and Marvel's not really known for their characters having secret identities either.

Sure there are time periods in which Thor and Iron man had secret identities, but those were just phases. The only well known Marvel superhero to have a secret identity(Depending on who you consider well known) is Spiderman, and in the MCU he doesn't even have one anymore. Not to mention one of the most famous scenes in Iron Man's history, is him throwing away the notion of a secret identity.

Speaking of the MCU, I will be taking inspiration from both the MCU and the comics. But there will be a lot of stuff that comes from neither of them, because this is still the MHA verse, and there will be a lot of MHA things.

Anyway, onto the chapter.

Izuku sat, nervously waiting in the police interrogation room. His armor was of course confiscated and he was in cuffs, waiting for someone(namely his lawyer) to come in.

He wasn't scared of legal action. He knew he was more than rich enough to get out of any serious consequences, something he had very mixed feelings about.

No, what terrified him, was what his wife was going to do to him.

Ochaco is going to kill me. Izuku dreaded. Well, at least I have time to figure out what I'm going to say. Whatever it is probably isn't going to get me out of trouble but maybe I can-

The door opened, and instead of a lawyer, the person who walked in was none other than Ochaco herself. With a lawyer and a bodyguard behind her and a blank, unreadable expression on her face that was somehow scarier than what he expected.

She's already here! Izuku screamed in his head, trying and failing not to show his fear on his face.

"H-Hey, dear." To his credit, Izuku only stuttered once saying that. "I-"

"Shush." Ochaco urged him. "We'll talk later."

Izuku wisely decided to shut his mouth.

The police chief walked in. "Mrs this is a police interrogation room you can't just walk in, your husband-"

"Has committed no crime." Ochaco interrupted him before turning to the lawyer. "Bengoshi, Tell him."

"Vigilantism is legally defined as the act of an individual using their quirk to cause harm to a criminal or villain without said individual having ownership of some form of hero license." The lawyer explained. "As Izuku Midoriya is quirkless, he is incapable of committing the crime he is accused of. The version of vigilantism your thinking of has been outdated for the last few decades and has no legal power behind it as of now."

Both the police chief's and Izuku's eyes widened after hearing that.

I...never thought about that. I guess that's one advantage of being quirkless. Somehow that felt wrong to think in Izuku's mind.

"So he can just run around committing vigilantism because of some legal loophole! That can't be right." The chief said, going through all the legal knowledge in his head to try and find a rebuttal.

"As I said, he's incapable of committing vigilantism. Unless All for One or Tomura Shigaraki were to come back to life and give him a quirk, he can't be charged with vigilantism. Period." Bengoshi pushed up his glasses. "He can go around stopping villains and criminals in an armored suit, but that's all completely legal."

"But trust me, I have a strong feeling that's going to stop after today," Ochaco added in a tone that made Izuku turn pale.

The police chief looked at Izuku, and then at Ochaco and the lawyer. After a few moments of thinking, he sighed. "Well, I suppose I'll go start the process for his release-"

"Oh no, we're taking him now," Ochaco said.

"Mrs there is a process that we have to-" The poor, poor, dogman didn't get to finish before Ochaco cut him off.

"I don't think you understand the situation you're in." She said in a very serious tone. "Are you aware of how bad quirk discrimination looks to the public?"

"Quirk discrimination." The police chief growled, seeing exactly where this was going. "Mrs it was an obvious mistake, anyone would think-"

"I'm not in the mood to play today, so I'm just going to get to the point." Ochaco looked at the chief like he was a minor nuisance. Something that was annoying her more than anything else. "We are some of the richest and most powerful people in Japan, in charge of helping the legal system. And mean the heroes, you know, the important people. The ones who let you babysit the villains they catch before they escort them to jail. If we say that you arrested my husband because he was quirkless, how do you think that's going to go for you, and your men?"

"Isn't that a bit mu-" Izuku tried to protest but Ochaco gave him a look and shut him down instantly.

The Chief grit his teeth. There was one famous rule about dealing with Midoriya Industries. Don't fuck with Ochaco Midoriya. Many people have been ruined financially(and sometimes physically) because they messed with either the company, her money, or her husband.

"Fine." The chief was a stickler for rules, but he also didn't want his men to lose their jobs for something like this. "I'll get the paperwork and act like he got released after the fact and not before."

Ochaco gave him a polite, but entirely empty smile. "Thank you. I'm normally much kinder than this, but I'm in a terrible mood today."

With that Ochaco walked into the interrogation room.

Rather than asking him to get up, Ochaco simply tapped his head, making him float up before grabbing him and dragging him by his shirt.

I'm so screwed. Izuku gulped.

The police chief was about to tell her not to use her quirk here, but his men were giving him a look telling him he shouldn't even bother.

The chief sighed. He hated rich people.

Ochaco, the lawyer, and the bodyguard walked out of the station without any issue, fortunately, the press hadn't arrived yet as no one had managed to leak that Izuku was being released right now.

"Thank you for your work Bengoshi, you are dismissed," Ochaco told the lawyer who bowed as he split off from the group.

Ochaco walked up to the limo that was waiting for them, opened the door, and lightly pushed Izuku inside.

Once she got inside herself, she gently let Izuku down on the seat before releasing her quirk and returning Izuku's gravity to him.

The bodyguard jumped in the driver's seat. "I'm assuming you want some privacy for your talk boss?"

"No, we'll be having that talk at home," Ochaco said.

A car ride full of tension and silence. Of boy. How fun.

Later at Midoriya's manor.

Izuku was almost shaking as he sat on his bed.

Ochaco had been strangely, eerily calm this entire time, and once they got home she didn't start yelling at him or scolding him, she just told him to take a shower, and after he got out, she took one as well.

Somehow her lack of reaction to this situation was more alarming than her being angry about it.

Speaking of which, Ochaco walked out of the shower wearing only her towel, with a sweet, at ease smile that would be welcome in any other situation but this one.

"I feel so much better now." Ochaco walked over to their tea machine and started making tea.

More unnerving silence filled the room, and Izuku waited for her to start scolding him at any moment.

Eri was being tended to by their second most capable bodyguard, Mienai Teki, and was far enough that she wouldn't hear any yelling. Meaning Ochaco could be as loud as she wanted.

After a few minutes of nothing, Ochaco finished making the tea and carried the two cups of tea over to the bed, using her quirk to make it easier on herself.

"You look like you need this," Ochaco said, giving him the gentle smile he loved so much while pushing the floating tea to him.

"T-thanks." Izuku gave a shaky nervous smile in return.

It was a relaxing environment. Drinking calming tea with his wife on the edge of the bed, the only sound coming from the gentle wind outside rustling the trees and the only light coming from the moon and the stars outside their window.

On any other night, it would have made Izuku feel at ease.

But tonight it made him feel confused and paranoid, although the tea did help take the edge off the latter feeling.

He'd seen his wife use various physiological tactics on their competitors and other enemies, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out her angle here.

He could only sit and wait for her to finally talk.

Fortunately, that didn't take much longer to happen.

"I'm not angry," Ochaco said, finally addressing the elephant in the room.

"W-what?" This only confused Izuku even more. "Your-your not?"

"Ok, that's a lie I'm furious," Ochaco answered in a very upset tone, making Izuku flinch. "But not at you. I'm mad at myself."

"At yourself?" Izuku was so, so lost.

"Yes, at myself. Because I should have seen this coming." Ochaco said, seemingly scolding herself. "You just got back after being held captive for almost a year! And you had to break yourself out! Of course, you would do something this crazy! I should have gotten you to a therapist, the minute you came back!"

Izuku didn't know how to feel. One one hand she thought he was crazy. Something he didn't like one bit, and he didn't like the idea of seeing a therapist either. He should be strong enough that he didn't need one.

But one the other hand, Ochaco was blaming herself about something that was definitely not her fault. And that made him want to say that everything was his fault and that she was right and he needed to go to therapy.

In the end, he said nothing, and let Ochaco continue.

"I can't be mad at you for this Izuku. I mean, I can, but that's not fair to you." Ochaco decided. "But, you are going to a therapist. Luckily I've been looking around for one for years so it shouldn't take me too long to book an appointment."

"Shouldn't I have a say in this." Izuku finally spoke up.

"You did. Then you used our money to make high tech battle armor, and then decided to become a vigilante!" Ochaco snapped in a decisively less calm voice.

A small part of Izuku wanted to point out that it legally wasn't vigilantism, but this wasn't a courtroom. That fact had no power here.

"You need help Izuku!" Ochaco gave him a pleading look, throwing her tea aside and letting it float, before grabbing his shoulders and making him look at her face. "You've always needed help! People hurt you! Life hurt you! And, and...and I can't help you by myself!"

More silence followed that statement. Tears swimming in Ochaco's eyes, making Izuku cry along with her.

"I...I've been selfish." Ochaco tearfully admitted. "I knew that you should have gotten help. But you wouldn't let anyone but me in. And, and I liked being the center of your world...I thought I could help you by myself. But I'm not a phycologist!"

Izuku looked on in sadness as Ochaco cried. He hated it. He knew that she had been wanting him to see a therapist for a while. Like, almost as long as they've known each other. But she rarely pushed the matter. But if this is how much it's been bothering her…

"I keep telling you you're not weak! You're not weak for needing help! You're not weak for being quirkless! You're not weak for not being a pro hero!" Ochaco shouted. "When are you gonna get it through your stupid, genius brain!"

"Ochaco…" Izuku kept thinking over her words. Now more than ever.

The two of them were silent for a while. Ochaco eventually managed to calm herself and dry her tears.

"Ok," Izuku said. "I'll do it. I...I didn't know I was causing you so much pain. I'm sorry."

"Your darn right, you're sorry!" Ochaco sniffed. "I love you, you idiot. Do you know how much it hurts to know you're not ok!? It hurts Tamaki too. And Mirio. They just don't know how to ask you about it."

"Well, I can't keep hurting you. I'd never forgive myself." Izuku said. "I'll go to therapy...but."

Ochaco raised an eyebrow. "But?"

"But I need to keep being Iron Man," Izuku said. His tone was resolute, and his expression was strong. All trace of the fear and hesitation was seemingly gone.

"Absolutely not!" Was Ochaco's immediate answer. "Izuku you could die!"

"Yes, but...that's what I always wanted to do anyway." Izuku's eyes widened as he realized what he just said. "Risk my life for others! That's what I meant! I didn't mean I wanted to die!"

"Izuku." Ochaco rubbed her temples in irritation.

"I just need to get back my stolen tech and I-" Izuku was cut off.

"No. No, it's not about the tech." Ochaco glared at him and poked his chest in an accusatory fashion. "You know what this is about. You want to be a pro hero. You've always wanted to be one and when you couldn't, it crushed you, and you never let it go. You carried it all the way with you up till now, every day you watched the pros do their work and it kills you! It kills you because you want to be right there with them! Well, you can't! You're not a pro hero! Your Izuku Midoriya! One of the richest men in the fucking world! Married with a beautiful, precious daughter! And the man who makes the gear the fucking pros use to save people! Your Eri's hero! You're my hero! Why can't that be enough!?"

Ochaco stopped for a moment to catch her breath.

"I...we were both at our lowest we met." Ochaco calmed slightly. "We both wanted to be heroes. But we never got to because of some rotten luck. Then we met. I was in the business course, you were in the support course. And I saw how amazing you were at creating support gear, and how not amazing you were with people. So we decided to work together. You'd make the product and I would do all the business stuff. We made money. We fell in love. We created the most powerful support company out there. I got over not being a hero. I wanted to make money to support my parents and to help some people on the way. Thanks to you, I got to do both those things! Why can't you just move on?"

Izuku paused for a few moments.

He got up and up and looked out the window.

"Maybe," Izuku said. "Maybe I could move on. You're right about a lot of what you said. But you're wrong about one thing. It is the tech. Maybe I could move on, maybe if I just went to therapy like you've been telling me, I could get over my problems and live this wonderful life that I know I have without any regrets. But they're using my gear. The things I made to help people. To save people. They're using it to hurt people. To steal from people. To kill people. And I can't just sit back and let that happen. It's not enough to just make those discs and try to weed out the people stealing them. I have to stop them myself."

Izuku turned his head and looked Ochaco in the eyes. "It's not something I want to do. It's something I need to do."

"And what about us?" Ochaco asked, standing up and walking over to him. "If the worst happens, how do I tell Eri that her daddy is dead again?"

Izuku didn't answer for a moment, but he also didn't look away. "I don't know. But I can't stop myself. I wish I could promise you that I wouldn't do this, but I know that would just be a lie. I need to help with this. Or I won't be able to live with myself."

There was another pause, as both of them just looked down.

"I'm sorry I keep hurting you." Izuku started crying again. "If you want to leave I under-"

He was cut off by Ochaco, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her lips around his own. Silencing him with a kiss.

Izuku was shocked, his face reddened and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

It ended quickly, and Ochaco gave a tired giggle. "I love you...do you know why? It's not just because you're smart, or because you're cute as heck, or even because you made me filthy stinking rich. It's because of this."

Ochaco pointed at his heart.

"This stupid, wonderful thing that won't let you not do the right thing. That won't rest until you've either helped someone or died trying. That spontaneously pulls willpower out of nowhere and makes you the most stubborn, unyielding man alive." Ochaco continued. "It's like one minute your the most adorable cinnamon roll, too good for this world. And the next you're an unstoppable force of good. That won't let anything get in his way."

Izuku blushed. "Y-you're exaggerat-"

Ochaco pulled Izuku closer to her. "I promised that I would always be there for you. No matter what stupid idea you had or what rash thing you did. And I'm not going to break that vow. Ever."

Izuku looked at her in befuddlement for a moment, before a big, stupid grin broke out on his face and happy tears streamed down his face. "I'm so greedy. I have the best wife in the world and I still can't be satisfied and just do what she tells me."

"I know. Such a greedy greedy boy." Ochaco teased. "But I'm even greedier."

Ochaco touched Izuku, activating her quirk on him again, before pulling him away to the door that led to the special room.

"Before I let you expose yourself to the rest of the world. I need to remind you who you belong to at the end of the day." Ochaco said seductively, opening the door to the room. "I'm a greedy girl after all."

As Izuku was tossed into the special room, he had a strong feeling there would be no sleeping tonight for either of them.

Two days later.

The press was gathered around a podium, in front of the Midoriya Industries' main building.

On the stage were many men in suits, Chizome, and Ochaco. But those weren't who the press were here to see today.

After a few minutes, Izuku Midoriya stepped up on the podium.

Instantly the press erupted into an orgy of questions, being spat out left and right and all so loud that they drowned each other out, turning it into just a sea of noise.

Izuku went on the microphone and spoke. "Everyone please quiet down. I'll be answering questions after I give a short speech so please hold all questions till the end."

After a few short minutes, the crowd quieted down.

"Thank you," Izuku said.

He took a deep breath. Closing his eyes so he could momentarily forget that a large crowd of people was there. I can do this. Ochaco believes in you.

"A lot has happened to me this year," Izuku said. "Firstly, I was kidnapped by the Yakuza. And while that was an extremely stressful and unpleasant situation for both myself and my loved ones. I'm almost glad it happened."

That comment caused quite a few people to gasp and murmurs broke out among the crowd.

"And that's because of two things." Izuku elaborated. "Firstly, while I was there I was being held with another one of the Yakuza's prisoners. A little girl named Eri. After we escaped, I adopted her as my daughter."

Suddenly the crowd broke out once more, people asking questions, people talk to other people and people just talking to themselves. They were nearly louder than they were at the beginning.

"Please, please quiet down." Izuku urged them once again. "Any questions about Eri can be asked at the end with the rest of them. Eri will not be making a public appearance anytime soon, however."

After quite a while, the crowd simmered down once more.

"The second reason is, because of what they told me." Izuku continued. "Apparently my company's tech has been being sold on the black market. To villains."

Again the crowd started getting louder but surprisingly it didn't last very long.

I guess it's because I revealed that earlier. Izuku thought.

"The Yakuza wanted me to build gear and weapons for them, directly," Izuku explained. "I had no choice but to comply at first. I waited for the heroes to come save me while biding my time building mediocre gear for the Yakuza and stalling as much as I could. But, the leader of the Yakuza, Overhaul, knew that I was stalling. Waiting for the heroes. And revealed to me that he had the heroes around the area in his pocket."

A few gasps and some outrage broke out in the crowd, but it calmed quickly enough.

"After that, I knew I couldn't wait for, heroes to come save us," Izuku said. "So I made a plan. And I made some armor. And I waited for the right time. The Yakuza started fighting each other and I took the opportunity to escape with Eri."

Some more murmurs came from the crowd before they became silent.

"After I was freed and took some time to recover. I immediately got to work with Ochaco, about stopping the theft of our technology." Izuku said. "For now, no new products will be developed by Midoriya Industries. And the amount of our support gear our company is distributing will be lowered. These changes have already been put into effect and will stay in effect until we can completely put a stop to these thefts."

This caused another loud uproar in the crowd. As people talked about the huge financial impact this would have on the company.

"Yes this will cause a large financial dip from the company, but for my workers, you don't have to worry. The only people getting fired are those who have been found to have aided in or are directly responsible for, the theft and illegal and sale of my technology." Izuku said to reassure his own employees. "All workers who will be lacking work due to the cutting back of product development and distribution will basically be on paid vacation. We are one of the most financially well off companies in the world, we can afford to do this for our workers who've put so much effort into helping us get to this point."

It's true. For most other support companies this would be near corporate suicide. With both the bad press of your tech being used by villains and all the money you would lose both by lowering the number of products you sell and paying a bunch of workers to do literally do nothing, it was just a dumb idea all around.

However with the general good press, they'd always had before this, the fact that they were friends with some of the top heroes around, and the fact that their products were just generally much better than any of their competitors(so much to the point where saying they had competitors at all would be an overstatement.).

"I would like to say, this will only be affecting our support gear branch," Izuku said. "All other branches of Midoriya Industries will be mostly unaffected, however for the sake of security, we are servailing all branches more heavily."

While Midoriya industries primarily made support gear, they had branched out over time. Now producing tech that helped people with troublesome quirks get through life, tech that helped the disabled, and eventually, they just expanded out into all types of technology from things that improved quality of life, to space exploration technology. Although Izuku didn't really develop much for those branches after a while, sticking to main support gear while the other researchers they hired did work on those.

"Now lastly. There is one more thing that I must address." Izuku took a second to ready himself. "Yes. I did indeed get in an armored suit, take down a villain, and then state that I was going to personally hunt down any villains using my technology, and take them down myself. And yes. I am still going to do that."

The crowd exploded, as many people started yelling out comments at him while others yelled out questions.

"I-I will n-now be answering questions," Izuku said. "Please raise your hands and I will call you out."

The press enthusiastically raised their hands.

"You." Izuku pointed out a fish headed(Literally) reporter.

"Are you saying that you're going to be actively committing vigilantism?" The reporter asked. "And how did you get out of vigilantism charges in the first place?"

"Vigilantism is defined as an unlicensed use of a quirk to harm a villain or criminal," Izuku explained. "As I don't have a quirk, I am immune to such charges. Next question."

As per Ochaco's instructions, he had to move quickly from question to question, never allowing one reporter to take control of the conference.

He pointed out another reporter.

"Do you think it's right to exploit a legal loophole for your own benefit and ignore the reason the law was put into place?" The reporter asked.

Izuku winced. "I-I...Everything I am doing is perfectly legal. I have no misgivings about going through with my mission. Next question."

"So you're not a hero, not a vigilante? What exactly do you consider yourself?" A reporter asked.

Izuku thought about that question. It was not one he was anticipating so he was a bit confused about how to answer it.

After a few moments, Izuku spoke.

"I don't think we can really give me an official title. After all, this kind of thing has never been done before. But if you want something to call me." Izuku paused. "I am...Iron Man."

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