AN: Welcome to Brother in Arms, a fic that came to my mind while I was playing a rather unusual mobile game called Armory and Machine. It's a simple game that actually can get ridiculously addicting, but the concept was something I found to be almost perfect. Basically speaking, a part of this story will be based off of the concept of the game. First and foremost, there will be pairings between some of the more obvious couples and then some personal twist for one or two. This is a completely new idea on my part and I'm not exactly sure if my current plan will remain the way it is.

This should feature a slightly less timid and shy Izuku as well as a new character added into the plot with his own issues and conflicts.

This is the Prologue chapter but I will not mark it as just "Prologue". Every chapter will be named after a character with great importance to the section. I'm sure that I might run into some problems with this, but we will have to see. The next chapter will be named either All Might or Ochaco Uraraka

While I have put Humor as the first tag, I would like to point out that this first chapter will not include very much humor in it.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1 (Tadeo)

"Cold," the man in the brown leather trench coat muttered. The streets of New York were darkened by the grey storming winds and the rain that lashed against his fedora that shielded the top of his head. The man merely stood next to the light post as cars slowly drove by in fear of losing control in such heavy downfall. Not many people were out walking the streets at this time. Everyone was either indoors or would rather travel by car. It more so had to do with the weather then the time though. New York was a busy place, day or night.

The man watched the traffic struggle to move before him in patience. The green and red glow of the stoplights created a sort of ray in the heavy downpour. Slowly, he snaked his way through the mess of cars to the other side where he found a peculiar alleyway which he had caught his attention.

There was not much light here except for those from the car headlights and light posts that crept into the alleyway, but there was enough to clearly make out two lone figures struggling against each other.

"Let me go!" cried the young girl who had her hair bunched up in the man's fist. The man, a rather tall figure seemed like an everyday normal thug. He had a leather jacket wrapped around his torso and ripped jeans hanging loosely to his waists. The girl appeared to be a rather average victim to crime. She was a small girl, blonde hair and a short skirt. Why she was wearing that in the rain, the world could guess. The man shoved her against the wall and struck her in the stomach. Immediately, she gasped and doubled over onto the ground. The man in the trench coat watched bile spill out of her mouth into the wet concrete.

"Oi," he called to the thug. The man looked up from the girl he was attacking and to the man who had joined the fray. Getting a good look at his face in the light, he noticed the giant jagged scar down the side of the thug's face. "It's raining harder than it does up in Seattle. What are you two doing out at this time?"

"Tch, who the hell are you?" the man growled. His hand left the girl's head and slowly slid a small pebble out of his pocket which the interceptor eyed carefully. A grin cracked across his marred face, revealing yellow tinted teeth. "Oh, what does it matter? No witnesses."

In a split second, the pebble became a flash of light in the air and the man in the trench coat let out a soft gasp. A second later and he crumpled into the concrete. The twitching soon ended and he was still. The girl screamed but it was drowned out by the crack of thunder and roaring rain once more.

Quirks, the ultimate game changer in the world.

It all began in the town of Qing Qing China. One day, they announced the birth of a "Luminescent" baby. Then the paranormal was declared everywhere. Time passed… and they could not explain the cause of these phenomena. Very quickly, the paranormal became the normal.

… and dreams became reality.

Current society is composed of supermen, and about 80% of the world population has a unique physical constitutions. Disorder swirled around the world. It is under these circumstances that the profession that everyone has dreamed of came under the spotlight.

As the number of these "paranormal" phenomenons grows up, the number of crimes exploded like a wildfire. When governments were bound by hand and foot by laws that restricted radical revisions of any reaction, courageous people went into action. Very quickly, under the leadership of the public opinion, the Hero, after acquiring specific civil rights, saw their professional activities officially recognized.

The heroes rose to the spotlight, the villains rose as the enemy.

The man in the trench coat was no hero. As he slowly rose from the ground, he remembered quite simply what he was so tired of in life. The thug scowled and drew another pebble. The girl paled as she felt a wave of fear wash over her. Not for the man in the trench coat. The thug with the Quirk to fling small objects at high speed should've been smarter.

"To answer your question, good sir," the man muttered, while grabbing his fedora which lay on its side on the ground.. The thug flicked his wrist and the pebble rocketed into the man's forehead. He stumbled back, the fedora once again flying out of his hands. The man although did not fall. He slowly brought a hand to his forehead and rubbed the area where the projectile had impacted. There was no wound, no blood, not even a scratch. "I am dubbed Omega."

"Heh?!" the villain roared. He yanked a fist full of pebbles out of his pocket, many falling out between his crusty fingers and onto the ground in his carelessness. The girl pushed herself up against the wall, desperately trying to inch her way further from them both. Her fear was not without good reason.

"I am your ending." The girl screamed. A hundred pebbles exploded into the air like a bomb, and the man in the trench coat destroyed his enemy…

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Izuku Midoriya was still young when he met a strange new friend. It had happened in one of the most unusual ways and he wouldn't fully comprehend how peculiar such a coincidence was until much later in his years.

Before getting into that, one most also understand Izuku himself. He was a rather small boy with, in a way, exotic green hair. Unlike many of the others in the world who all possessed a Quirk, Izuku stood out among the rest. He had no Quirk, no power, no right be what he so desired. He wanted to be a Hero. He yearned to help others and save lives. He thirsted for adventure and to defeat villains.

He was unfortunately confirmed to be a part of the increasingly rarer Quirkless population. He hated it so much. He hated it, yet he also still had hope that somehow in some miraculous way he would be able to become a Hero. The doctor told him he had no power. His mother cried and told him she was sorry over and over again. Katsuki Bakugou laughed to his face and struck him hard for it. Still he would never turn away from them. They could not change his mind.

His mother, Inko Midoriya, was a kind woman who also just so happened to be a fourth generation of the Quirk users that was able to attract small objects towards her. Not very powerful but still extraordinary and supernatural nonetheless. She felt her son's distress after learning he was Quirkless and decided that getting away from the city to visit an old family cabin would be a nice idea. She drove him down south when the weather began to act sporadically.

"We're almost at the cabin," she growled in frustration while the snow continued to layer the roads. She hoped to get to the cabin before the snowfall blocked off the roadway. Fortunately for her, she was already close by the time the snowing had started. Continuing through the forest, Izuku watched the trees silently from the backseat. His green hair was its usual curly feature. He had a heavy jacket over his body and plain jeans over his legs. His eyes were the same shade of green as his hairs and the freckles on his cheeks complimented his childishly large eyes.

His eye caught something and he frowned. He could've sworn there was a person there in the woods. Who would possibly be out here and during a snow storm no less? Young Izuku snorted to himself at the hypocrisy and returned his attention back to the front of the car. There was no way anyone would be out here.

A small log cabin came into view soon enough. The snow had already piled onto the roof to the point it was slowly spilling over the edges. There was a small overhang with just enough clear space for them to slowly pull up into. By the time the car had been shut off, the snow was already piling up against the car door.

"Hurry, Izuku!" his mother cried as they both stumbled around the corner of the cabin house to the front of the building where a door was waiting for them. They managed to heave the door open by the metal handle so they could quickly hide away inside. The door slid shut and they were finally safe away inside.

It was a rather quaint cabin. There were two bunk beds and even a small couch near the oak table that rested in the corner. An old TV with a pair of antennas protruding from the top lied on top of a small wooden cabinet. Izuku Midoriya shook the snow off his boots on the rug below his feat before pulling them off and resting them into a small corner. It was cold inside but much better than outside.

"Isn't it summer?" he heard his mother mumble to herself while flocking over to the kitchen. He watched her begin to rummage through a small drawer for some of the long term storage food she had stored there the last time she had visited. "Oh, darn!"

They'd left their luggage inside the car. Judging by the snow already piling halfway up the windows, they wouldn't be able to retrieve them anytime soon. Izuku wasn't in any rush though. He just felt like he needed some rest and sleep. What better place to do so then a small lodge out in the woods. There were no Villains or Heroes battling out here. There was no loud traffic or crazy explosion making boys out here to kick his ass. This indeed was a great place to relax for a bit, even if the snow storm outside was a bit worrying.

Not paying much other attention to his dear mother, he found himself on the mattress of the bottom bunk for the closest bunk bed. Finally finding that he was able to relax, Izuku closed his eyes and listened to the quiet environment compared to the city life.

Yet somewhere deeper in the forest, a rather tall man in a pitch black trench coat stumbled with a loud gasp. He'd seen the car and bee lined away from it. His right hand at his bloodied side and a small grenade in his other, he limped through the already half a foot high snow layer. Red gore seeped through his hand that clutched his side. Every heart beat made a pulsating gush of blood spurt out. Already he was leaving a trail of red in his travel. His fedora was jagged and ripped, his trench coat riddled with tears and stains of blood from times of other conflicts. His hands were marred in scars and burn marks. Wrapped around his leg was another article of red blotched clothing which he had likely stolen to staunch a different wound. This man was a survivor if anything else.

Stumbling over the snow once more, he caught himself on a nearby tree and found himself doubled over and heaving for more oxygen. He had not slept in days. He had not eaten much except for a few plants he had snatched from the environment along his travels. Whether or not they were poisonous he did not care much for.

The car that had passed by was lucky to not have stopped for him. Likely they hadn't even noticed him in the first place. If they had, they would've died horribly. The man in the trench coat although would not be so lucky.

His sixth sense tugged at the back of his mind as it had for the past hour or so. He had chosen to suppress it for the time being as it just kept flaring in his mind. What he needed to do was stop the bleeding. Whether or not what he was about to do was smart, he wasn't sure. He hadn't exactly gone through Hero training or any military courses.

Still he grabbed a tight mound of snow into his hands and in a quick motion, shoveled it into the large gaping hole in his side. He let out a muffled cry at the icy cold being literally in contact with his body. The snow and dirt stuffed inside the wound was already soaking in his fluids but at least it wasn't spurting out. You could come back from an infection. You couldn't come back from death by shock.

Pushing himself off the tree, he doubled his speed to the best of his abilities.

"What?" he breathed when he saw the last thing he could've expected. He approached a small figure on the ground and found himself staring at a boy face down in the snow. His lower half was buried in the snow already but his head and torso still remained exposed. There was a large gash in the back of his head, like he'd been dropped onto his back and collided with a rock. There was a slight cave in which bubbled in blood near the bottom of his neck.

It wasn't the same child that he had seen in the car, thank god. He would've never forgiven himself if he and his mother were to fall victim to what he was going through. Had this boy been caught in the fray? Was this another bystander harmed in his secret conflict?

The kid had blood oozing out nearly as bad as the man himself did. The boy would die if he didn't receive medical attention.

Turning to what he knew was doom behind him and then to the boy below, the man contemplated his choices. He could help the boy, but it would cost him something very dear. It would be the only way though. If he chose not to, the boy would die but it may buy the man more time to stay alive. Hell, he might even survive.

Except that he couldn't. He wasn't a Hero, but he sure as hell would've loved to be. Fate just hadn't planned for him to be one. As a kid, like every other, he always admired the Heroes of society. What pubescent teenage boy wouldn't? It looked like an awesome job. It was admirable, honorable, courageous, and... good. You were the good guys as a Hero. As the man was now? He wasn't even sure anymore. What he was certain of although...

His ideals would not allow him to let this strange boy die.

Slowly, he dropped to his knees before the unconscious and bleeding out child. How he got there in the first place, he did not know and likely never would. He just knew what had to be done. Maybe it was a twist of fate or a divine power telling him he had one last use in his life of suffering. He would not let this child perish. He pulled his damaged fedora off to reveal his soft brown hair and aged features on the creases of his forehead while slowly sliding it under the child's arms.

"So long, ol' friend," he muttered to his hat fondly. He brushed his finger against the hat before bring both hands together and rubbing them for warmth. It was freezing and the ice in his wound was already melting away. Once he knew he was ready, he placed one hand on the child's back and another on head where the blood was leaking out. "I charge thee with the responsibility of death and the responsibility of life."

The wind seemed to pick up around them while the snowflakes swirled around them lightly.

"I charge thou as my successor and hereby dub thee the next Delta," he wheezed out. The man finished quickly then began to shovel snow over the boy's form in hopes of hiding him from his enemies. His hands ran over the snow mound to naturalize it just a bit more before getting up and running deeper into the forest, leaving the boy and his hat hidden underneath a pile of snow.

In his left hand still was the single grenade which he had held onto for the last day, never letting go. Blood had long since dried onto it and his fingers ached. He wasn't sure whether or not he could even let go of it anymore.

The wind died down soon after and the boy remained underneath the snow. There was at least an hour of peace and tranquility. A wild rabbit visited maybe but nothing else. It was around this time that a small explosion could be heard in the distance followed by the soft pops and screams.

Kathoom!

"…and with my dying breath, I pass on what I have to you."

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Izuku cracked an eye open at the sound of his mother calling him for dinner. Yearning for more sleep, he shut his eyes once more in hopes that maybe she would leave him to his peaceful slumber. He was of course wrong. His mother's voice broke into his dreams once more and he let out a soft groan. The small boy forced himself up from the small bunk and licked his dry lips. Examining the room, he rubbed the curst out from his eyelids and saw his mother had already set the table with a small meal ready for them. The only light illuminating the cabin came from the rays of soft white glow flowing from the windows.

Quickly, he pulled a chair out and joined his mother at the table. She smiled warmly to him as he began to eat silently.

"How are you feeling?" she asked in hopes to get him to open up.

"Fine."

"Izuku…"

"I'm fine… or I will be anyways," he replied once more. His mother sat silently, watching her son continue to torture himself before hearing a soft rustle. The sound of Inko Midoriya's spoon dropping onto her plate could be heard. Glancing up, they both looked around the house.

"Rat's must've taken shelter. Oh, what if they've gone for the food?!" his mother sighed before getting up to examine the pantry and cabinets. Izuku watched her disappear behind the small counter and listened to the rustling of cans and pots. "Izuku, please help your mother search the house for rats."

He smiled weakly and got up to help his beloved mother. Helping… like All Might helping civilians?

That was who he aspired to be just like, of course. He remembered seeing him make his first debut and then re-watching the clip over and over again as many times as he could. Out from the collapsing building, the tall and ridiculously muscular man with two spikes of hair extending up from behind his head trudged out over the bus with at least a dozen downed civilians on his back. All this while he laughed and smiled away. All Might soon became the Number 1 hero, a symbol of invincibility and the unstoppable power of the Heroes.

Thump!

Izuku glanced at the door in surprise. Something rather large had knocked against the door, and it sounded like it wanted some shelter. Was it an animal? Could it be a bear that had smelt their food? So much for a peaceful get away from the city.

"Izuku stay there and do not move!" he heard his mother hissed, though he could see her trembling. He did not though. Disobeying his mother, he moved quickly to the window closest to the door and peered out to the front of the door despite the shakiness around his legs. "Izuku!"

At first glance, he could not make out anything next to the door. Nothing was there standing in front of the door. Izuku stood there for another dozen seconds longer before he saw something move just at the edge of his view from the window frame. Pressed up against the door frame, something fell back into the snow.

"Open the door!" he exclaimed loudly. His mother, not understanding why he would want to do such a thing even with snow still falling out there, called out his name once more. "There's a person out there!"

As he said this, his hand pulled the door open and the snow slightly spilled in. Ignoring the snow and the cold that instantly attacked him, Izuku forced his way outside to where the small figure, likely around his own height, lay still. His mother came out and gasped at the sight.

"W-why is someone l-" Izuku stuttered in shock when the realization of the situation hit him. How long had this person been outside in the freezing storm? Was he starving? Was he injured? Was he, god forbid, dead?

"Help me get the poor thing inside now!" Ms. Midoriya demanded, shaking him out of his stupor. Stepping out into the cold, they both grabbed the figure and dragged him into the cabin where they then struggled to close the door shut. They had to shovel the snow that continued to slowly spill in to get the door finally shut, but even then the room was not chilly and there was a lot of snow melting on the wooden floor.

As for the figure, they could now clearly make out his features. He was a boy, just like Midoriya. He had light brown hair, smooth skin, and slim face. He didn't look starved or anything of the sorts, but he did appear worn down. He must've been wandering the storm for hours. Tightly gripped in his right hand was an obviously battered light brown fedora. The kid didn't look like he'd treated his hat very well with all the cuts and smudges on it.

"Izuku, get the first aid! In the second cabinet!" his mother cried frantically. Izuku finally noticed the red mess at the back of his head mixed in with red tinted black dirt and snow that matted every part of his body.

Nearly tripping over the boys legs whose head was now resting in his mother's lap while she examined the wound, he rushed into the small kitchen where he began to fumble through the cabinet for the white box with a red ex marked on its front.

"I got it!" Izuku called before stumbling back over to his mother and the strange boy. His mother although did not grab the first aid. Instead, she ran her finger across the gross black and red mush that covered the back of his neck. Slowly, she rubbed the dirt off and uncovered his skin.

There was no wound… or at least none that they could see. Looking at the fedora hat, Izuku finally noticed the dried stains of blood that rimmed the small headwear. Instantly, he began to wonder what this could mean. Was this boy running from a villain? Had he been caught in a Hero-Villain fight...? Was he a villain?

He shook his head to banish the thought. The boy was obviously hurt. Maybe not from a wound but maybe he had gotten hypothermia or frostbite from the cold. Whatever it was, he and his mother were not cut out to administer proper medical attention if it was required. They needed to get him to a proper medical facility.

"Mom, his fingers!" Izuku gawked at the discoloration. Frostbite, it had to be. He needed help and he needed it now before her lost his digits. "Can you drive him to a hospital?"

"The car will never make it through the snow. Give me your phone Izuku!" A moment later, his phone was in his mother's hands as she dialed the Hero Hotline. A car could never make it through the snow, but a Hero could fly right through it or teleport right in.

"Hero Hotline, what's your emergency?" a female operator said cheerfully on the other end.

"Hello?! I've got I think around an eight to ten year old boy who I think has been wandering around a snow storm for a while. He looks like he has frostbite beginning to form on his fingers and he's not conscious!"

"We're locating your phone call right now. Please stand by while we have a Hero drop by!"

"Thank you," Ms. Midoriya said softly before putting the phone back on the ground. Slowly, she began to stroke the hair on the still form of the boy in her lap much like Izuku remembered her doing to himself when he was unnerved or upset. "Poor thing… you're going to be all right, you hear?"

The shivering body didn't respond to her peaceful comforting, even as a Hero arrived.

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"What's your name, lad?" Officer Eito asked the still bed-ridden boy. They had chosen to call him Delta until they could figure out his name. The main reason why mostly had to do with the fedora he refused to part with. Etched on the bag with black pen was the clear word "Delta". A search of any organizations that may have any connection to the term Delta or maybe even a Hero/Villain with that name brought up nothing but an old American company called Delta Airlines.

No one had reported that their child was missing yet, but they didn't expect anyone so early to. They'd found him so deep into the woods that no one should even be living out there. If his parents even wanted him, they would come reporting him sooner or later after finally getting out of the woodlands. Many of those who worked with the child had doubts they would though. His frostbite had been dealt with fast enough with the help of a few medical Quirk users. Ms. Midoriya had even pointed out that he had considerable amount of blood and dirt around the back of his head near neck.

There was no wound, which at first led to the medical examiners believing he had a Quirk with regeneration related abilities. A quick look at his foot proved otherwise. Apparently, the bones in your foot could show whether or not you would manifest a Quirk. Like Izuku Midoriya, he had two joints in his small toe.

He was Quirkless…

The boy did not like to talk, but it mostly wasn't that he refused to cooperate. It was more that he just seemed so lost. They had several people try to explain the situation to him already. He never grew angry, violent, or scared. He was just… lost in his own thought. They would not let Izuku or his mother visit him for a while, but they did inform him that they did get him to say something. That much was progress at least.

One of the nurses had asked him for his name which he had promptly replied after a few seconds of silence.

"Do I have one?"

The boy, to Izuku's horror, had lost his memory to the point he could no recollect anything of his life. He knew basic facts of how the world worked in a way, but nothing too advanced or personal. Would he regain his memories at some point? Would he ever be the same? No one could be sure. Not even those with Quirks that specialized in the brain had anything useful enough to fix it. The brain truly was a complicated and unmapped territory.

It was then at this point that they allowed Izuku and Ms. Midoriya to visit him.

The boy looked at them curiously, like a deer might to a nearby pedestrian. Ms. Midoriya stood by his side with a bright smile on her face while Izuku Midoriya waited by the doorway awkwardly. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say to an amnesiac. Ms. Midoriya, already experienced in being a mother, flawlessly got along with the boy. The room had snow white walls, almost mocking all of them about the cold the boy had emerged from in the first place. The floor was the average tile floor you would expect in such high quality medical facility. His bed wasn't the usual bed of course. It had numerous buttons and mechanisms which were meant to optimize the comfort of the patient with ease should they so require it.

The nurse had made sure to warn them that he had not said anything since stated he was unable to recognize he possessed a name. Quite ironically "Delta", as we were told they called him, did speak. He didn't sing like a bird, but just made an off comment here and there with an occasional question. Izuku still didn't feel comfortable enough to talk to him.

"How long have I been in this hospital?" he then asked after slowly catching up on how Inko and Izuku had been. Izuku's mother cringed a looked away.

"At least four days now," she replied softly. No one had reported a missing persons report yet. Most of the staff knew by now that no one would. A lot of parents these days abandoned their children when they didn't want them. With Delta being Quirkless, it wasn't that much of a surprise either. "How are you feeling?"

Delta looked up at her for a moment before retuning his gaze to his hands clasped together in his lap atop the hospital blanket.

"I am… confused," he mumbled. "Do you suppose they will keep me here much longer?"

Everyone could tell the real meaning behind the message. What happened to him after they released him from the hospital? He had nowhere to go, no family that had claimed him and likely no other family that would take him in just because he was Quirkless. They were more likely to take in the numerous other orphans up for adoption with a nice little Quirk. His mother scowled and she thought to herself before suddenly getting up with determination and force behind her expression.

"I'll be right back," she told Izuku and Delta as she marched out of the hospital room. They both listened quietly until they heard her and one of the Officers put in charge of Delta begin to converse.

"Do you… really not remember anything? Nothing at all?" Izuku breathed. The boy gave a weary expression before shaking his head. Bringing one of his hands to the back of his head, he began to narrow his eyes, like he was trying to force the memories back.

"Fuzzy… it's all just there but I can't get to it," he finally said without much care. Izuku bit his lower lip and imagined himself forgetting his mother. He imaged what life would be like if everything he loved was dashed away so quickly and he was reduced to someone who, because they had no recollection, didn't really seem to care much for his memories. Delta saw Izuku's dark expression and asked "Are you okay?"

Was he okay?

Was he okay?

"You've lost your memories! How can you say that! I'm fine, but you're not! Maybe if we'd just taken another road to the cabin or opened the door sooner, you'd still be able to remember!" Izuku cried. Delta tilted his head to the side in what appeared to be silent amusement. Izuku, for the life of him, still could not understand.

"I don't know why, but a part of me thinks that I don't want to remember…"

Izuku choked when he saw his right hand once more when it came into the light of the nearby lamp. It looked like he'd shoved his hand in a furnace. The burn scars were horrible and hard to look at. Such a gruesome sight on a young body. Had… his parents done that? Had he been abused? If they'd just left him out there to die like that, maybe they really had burnt his hand. Maybe it was better that he didn't remember.

Ms. Midoriya came in once more with a new man in a grey suit and red tie attached to his neck. The man had a slim and smooth face with a jagged nose. His hair was slicked back with gel and his dress shoes clacked on the hard ground as he followed in after the smaller woman. He smiled brightly to Delta as he plopped down on a nearby chair and leaned forwards closer to him.

"My name is Mr. McCoy. I was called here personally by Ms. Midoriya on a personal favor a few hours ago. I hear you are currently in need of a place to stay?" he asked. Delta thought through the statement slowly before nodding. Mr. McCoy gave one last glance at Izuku's mother before going into detail on why he was there. "Ms. Midoriya has offered to in a way… to adopt you for an indefinite amount of time until your legal guardians can be located. My current position in the court system gives me rights to affirm this and give her the rights to house you as one of her own children."

Izuku could not believe it. Ms. Midoriya was practically ready to explode in excitement. Delta was blank faced and silent in the face of the offer he had received.

"What about my…" Delta stopped and frowned as if forgetting instantly what he was saying. Mr. McCoy opened his mouth to say something but halted himself when he remembered Delta's current condition. "That… would be nice. Yes, I would like to live with Ms. Midoriya and her son.

"If there are any questions you want to ask, please do so now. If you have one at a later date, just give me a call," Mr. McCoy stated before turning to Izuku's mother who was smiling brightly and Izuku who was still gawking in shock. "Ms. Midoriya, I understand your husband has not been seen in a while, and therefore marks you as a single parent? While we may be friends, I am bound by law to make sure that you can provide a livable environment for him. There will be an agent of mine who will stop by for the next few months to check up on you at the end of the second week. Am I understood?"

"Yes! Thank you Mr. McCoy," she exclaimed. The lawyer nodded his head and made his way out into the hall.

"I will begin preparing the paperwork. Please stop by my office tonight so we can divulge the more complex matters."

Izuku turned his head back to the main subject of the matter who now had his head leaned back against the headrest of the bed.

"Family…" Delta said before slowly cracking a goofy grin. "Is my name Delta?"

"I don't think so. Are you fine with it?"

"Delta is just a word they do found on my hat…" Izuku glanced over and found the fedora was no longer being grasped tightly in his hands like a child would strangle their blanket but was not resting on a small table next to a nice vase of flowers. The flowers had been dropped off by the hero who had flown all three of them to the hospital.

"Do you have a name in mind?"

"No… not really," he mumbled back. Ms. Midoriya hummed to herself in thought before looking over to her son. He momentarily felt a tinge of panic when her eyes had a scary glint.

"Izuku! How about you come up with a name?" Izuku heard his mom cheerfully call over to him. He of course, unprepared for being put into the spotlight, stuttered over his words as he tried to make out a sentence. "You're always imagining names for new Heroes, this shouldn't be too hard."

Izuku nodded furiously with an embarrassed blush, but made himself look more like a bobble head. He thought long and hard to himself while Delta and Ms. Midoriya waited patiently. Finally, scrolling through the long list of names in his internal memory, he found one.

"Tadeo!" Izuku spurted out the moment the word came to mind. "Tadeo… gift from god."

"Tadeo… Tadeo sounds nice," his mom mused. Delta stared off in thought before coming to a simple conclusion. Looking up, he glanced at Izuku and nodded.

"Tadeo Midoriya sounds nice."

Oh yeah that's right. This was how Izuku met his new brother.

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"Officer Akio!" Officer Eito called to the man as they stumbled through the snow layered woods. Eito frowned as he remembered that these woods never got snowfall. It must've been one hell of a rare weather pattern to get some during the summer no less. Maybe it was a possible Quirk that caused the change in the weather?

"Yo," Officer Akio said, a puff of what flying from his mouth as he exhaled. They both had heavy grey jackets over their usual uniform and they each carried a large flashlight in their hands as they scoured the forest at the dead of night. Off in the distance, the beams of light coming from the other search parties could be seen. "Pretty sure I saw some footprints further north. Call it in?"

"Yeah sure," Eito said while rubbing his hands together to generate warmth. He grabbed the small device latched to his shoulder and pressed the top button. "Eito and Akio here. We're going to stray a bit North to track some recent prints. Someone want to tighten their search closer to us?"

The device beeped once he released the switch and they waited for a reply.

"Officer Fumihiro. We'll cover your area. Go right ahead," they heard their fellow officer reply. Eito nodded to his partner and they made their way down a sloped drop of snow. The prints were likely at least a day old. Someone was still out here and moving around. Was it possible that they were tracking Tadeo's parents? they followed the tracks near the center region of the forest before they came across and unusual area.

They'd been searching the area for the past hour in hopes that they could come across a possible lead on Tadeo's origins. Most of the search party had guessed that they might find a slave ring. It was uncommon and sickening but not unheard of. If that were the case, they'd likely find a secret facility of sorts that would be housing for kidnapped individuals.

If it wasn't a slave ring, then it was possible that his parents lived out here and he had lost his memory out here during an incident. It was also likely they lived in the city and decided to throw him out into the forest and drive back. Eito had heard of parents doing that to their Quirkless children.

They both hopped over a fallen tree and into a small clearing where there was a large disturbance of the land, like the dirt had been ripped up slightly.

"Agh! That smell!" Akio hissed while brining his collar up to his nose. Eito gagged and turned around to the source of the smell. He nearly dropped his light when he saw what reeked so horribly. Akio followed his gaze and brought his light over the subject of their gaze."Oh…"

"Shit… that's crazy," Eito breathed before turning away from the scene to call it in. "Eito here, we've got something. We're going to need to call in a body. Possibly killed by an animal but…"

"Officer Eito? Come again?"

"You'll have to see it for yourself to understand," the man grunted before turning back to the corpse… or the lower half that was left. "and get a Pro-hero on the team while your at it."

AN: The goal was to leave questions unanswered of course. At some point, or at least they're supposed to be, the unknown should start filling in. See you guys later in the next chapter which will introduce All Might and possibly Ochaco Uraraka.