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Story 7 : Polarity (MCU AU) : Chapter 2
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.

December 1, 2011

Manhattan, New York

–Samuel Jones–


"Yeah, Ma, I got the wine. I'll head out in, five, tops.'

"...."

"Love you too, Ma. See you at dinner." He smiled and hung up, the phone sliding off his face as he continued playing Forza Horizon on his brand new PS6, on a brand new OLED he had delivered just yesterday.

So far, it had been over a week of non stop playing and he had to say, Sony really outdid itself this time. The price they demanded was steep for a product like this, where they usually ate a loss on the hardware and recouped most of the cost on game sales but this time, they really did go all out.

Top of the line Chips. More than enough RAM and Storage, user serviceable obviously, that was a huge plus sign. More than enough display outputs and it was chonky enough that the fan noise didn't really bother him as much as it did on the PS5, owing to its huge size, allowing for better and natural heat dissipation.

As he played the game, he reached out with his powers, and checked the state of his room. So, he had a neat system in place, just so he could remain aware of everything that goes in his apartment.

He had little metal weights, of varying sizes and weights on the blinds, all the cabinets as well as the fridge door, all the other doors had metal handles, and the locks were metal as well, so that he could keep track of stuff.

Seeing that the windows were closed, he was about to open the fridge and get himself Orange Juice but paused, his entire form stilling for a split second before he resumed gaming as if nothing had happened.

In the building, right in front of him, in an apartment roughly on the same level as his own, and facing the window where his back was, was a shit ton of metal, and not just any metal, metal that was actively using electricity.

Now, he had not practiced his powers like that, so he could not sense the precise amount of electricity flowing through that metal or what that metal was doing, eventually, he would be able to intercept radio signals as well if he lived long enough to practice his powers to that level, but he could tell that it was suspicious that they had a giant telescope shaped thing pointed straight at his apartment, along with many other smaller ones.

His eyes widened as he sensed the same nipple piercing as the delivery girl from before who had a Gun?! Strapped to where her waist should be, with a phone against her where her ear should be.

He was unable to sense squishy humans but he could definitely sense metallic stuff and something like that was in recent memory. After all, she did appear in some of his dreams and it had only been a week since he got the PS6 and since then, he had really let himself go in terms of training his powers.

If he had known that he was being surveilled, well, he might not have used his powers so flagrantly only for his convenience.

His smile strained as he looked for any hidden cameras, microphones, or anything that looked out of place, in his apartment or near the exterior of his apartment and found nothing. Still, that didn't mean anything.

His breathing quickened a bit as he thought of the consequences this could lead to, his mind conjuring up disastrous scenarios of him being on the run, his parents detained against their will, him being on a dissection table, him being forced to serve his nation in the most chilling of ways.

All of it ran in his mind and then….he breathed out. He calmly finished his game, shut it down properly, ran himself a hot shower, got ready and after making sure that everything was switched off in his apartment, he locked his apartment and went down to the basement parking.

As soon as the elevator opened up, he cursed internally and went back up, noting the scrambling of movement in that surveillance room as he backpedalled. He had forgotten the Wine but this made it clear that he was under surveillance, that they probably had the entire building hacked.

Sighing internally, he got the Wine, triple checked the stove, and left the building, driving in his brand new Toyota. Yup, he was rich but not filthy rich and his main motive was to leave this country and settle in some other one where Uncle Sam won't be watching over him all the time so that he could live and practice his abilities in peace.

His mind ran a mile a minute as he seethed, watching pieces of metal barge into his apartment, with guns and more metallic equipment, both small and large that they began embedding into the walls of his home, not that he owned that place but still. This confirmed it, they found out.

The only question was how?

He had kept this secret for over 5 years now, ever since he activated those powers in his high school, forever changing his life. He had been extra cautious at first, never doing anything in his line of sight, never doing things at the same place or at the same time, never becoming predictable.

Never did anything that might attract attention and it was very easy too since he could actually influence ships and metal in every single thing, so all he did during the beginning was try to lift heavier and heavier cars as his powers progressed.

After that, he moved on to trucks, then bigger trucks, then finally to buildings. He could exert force over entire buildings now. He had a high level of precision with his powers, so he knew exactly what sort of force he was exerting out of his total capacity.

And he had been able to make a small building, nothing crazy, about four stories, shudder with only a tenth of his full power. That was…scary, at the time but it had been over a year since he tried that and had come to terms with his powers now. He had been hoping to quietly ride out the rest of the contractually obligated period and then fuck off to some chill country to live out the rest of his days in peace, but apparently, that was too much to ask for.

His hands gripped the steering wheel roughly as he saw them take apart his computer, his Gaming Computer, and implant something in the motherboard.

He closed his eyes and moved his focus away from his apartment, lest he do something he might regret later on.

Instead, he thought of what he could do, with all his powers. Going public was not an option, there were tons of lead damaged brain holders in the country who would call him satan or devil spawn and call for his death, something that the government would no doubt support. Not to kill him but to make him disappear from society, giving them the perfect chance to exploit him.

No, that was out of the question.

Threatening the government was out of the question as well, since he still had his family and despite his confidence, he didn't really have any confidence of winning against Uncle Sam. So, that was out as well.

That left making a deal with the spooks, whichever three letter agency it was that had figured out that he had powers.

Obviously, they did not know the full extent of his powers, or else they would not have set up surveillance right in front of his building. From that, he could infer a few things,

1. They did not know the full range of his powers.

2. They don't know his full strength, or else guns wouldn't have made them feel safe.

He breathed out, as the signal turned green. Okay, this much was enough for now. He needed to stay calm, breathe, and be ready to defend himself. Also, research ways to get out of the city, unfortunately, he had no trips planned anytime soon so suddenly leaving would also set alarm bells in the minds of the government people.

He sighed as he turned, entering the gated community that his parents lived in. It had been one stressful hour of driving.

This close, he could finally use his sensory powers and focus on his parent's house. He sighed in relief as he found everything where it should be, with his father's pacemaker moving about the house.

He pulled over the driveway, which alerted his parents as his father rushed to get the door. Getting the Wine, he went up to the door as his dad all but stumbled out of it.

"Heeey, Champ!" His father hugged him, as did his mother.

"Hey, Dad..Mom," he smiled at them as he handed the bottle of Wine to Mom and headed to the living room.

"How's it going, son? When are you going to invite us to your upstate Manhattan apartment?"

"Yeah, honey, you know if you are living with someone, we wouldn't mind it, right Sam?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, we don't care if you are living in sin, as long as you are happy."

He sighed, "Dad, the reason I haven't invited you guys is because I am always busy and no, there is no girl."

"But whyy?" His mother whined as she leaned on the sofa.

"Come on, son, is there a problem there, you know?" His father asked him, raising his eyebrows.

"Ewww! No!" He shot up as he ran up to his room, "That's so weird, Dad. Call me when dinner's done."

God, just 10 minutes in and he was reminded of why he moved out into a very expensive apartment despite having a perfectly nice house out into the Suburbs, with his own room and office.

Jumping into his bed, he pushed his powers, to get a sense of the city and hmmed at the changes, minute ones, as the metal concentration moved around the city.

Something to note about his powers because while his powers could sense metal in a very large radius, and even electricity to a certain extent, he could not focus in on something. Processing that much data, all at once, was impossible for him as he was now.

He could just make out broad strokes of information, like Iron Man's Arc Reactor which produced its own special electricity, and the fact that a man sized hunk of metal was flying through the sky, which was pretty noticeable, but sifting through that much information at once was a job for a supercomputer, not his decidedly human brain.

He needed to know, to remember stuff consciously or subconsciously to actually focus in on stuff. So, he couldn't, like, make out a car of some model unless he had been in that car, seen that car or overall interacted with that car with his powers.

And even then, it faded away.

So, from this far away, he could still sense the nipple ring of the agent, simply because it was a very memorable fact, something that his mind and powers remembered. Along with the shock of knowing that his secret was finally found by that woman, he didn't think it was possible for him to ever forget that nipple ring.

"Ah! This is so stupid!" He screamed into his pillow, just waiting to eat dinner and then think of ways he could get out of this problem, this giant problem that might just lead to his death or incarceration.

Pretty morbid to think about.







WC - 2001

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Chapter 1 - [An S-tier character in a B-tier anime] New
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–Ken–

He was humming a jolly tune, reading the latest edition of the Adventures of Might Guy, depicting a totally not All Might looking character getting isekai'd in a fantasy universe overrun by Dinosaurs, with no humans in sight, only to then stumble upon entire bunker cities built underground, with most of them living in precarious conditions with the notion that even thinking of escaping the safe bunker was the height of stupidity.

He supposed that even with literal superpowers ranging from blowing up buildings, manipulating space and time to an extent, to just having colorful hair or nails, and all the scientific advancements that came with them, Japan was still known to the world as the homeworld of the isekai genre, having become a global phenomenon in the past decade or so, becoming the primary exporter of All Might themed Anime, something the world absolutely loves consuming.

He stepped to the side, overtaking a mutant quirk holder who was twice his size, without breaking his stride or losing his focus. The manga was decent, he supposed, and there were bits that were very entertaining but in the end, it was just one of the hundreds of manga, comics, anime that popped out of the woodworks when All Might rose to the scene.

They were, in essence, just glorified fanfiction, with the authors this time being full grown adults instead of teenagers and earning money from the books, barely trying to distinguish their main characters from the current No..1 Hero in the world.

Although, his public appearances were dwindling by the day, with his activity decreasing as well. He wondered why.

He shook his head at the errant thought. He knew why. After all, he knew what had happened five years ago, how All Might had the biggest fight of his career and barely won, at a huge cost. Most of his stomach gone, his body severely injured to the point that only his quirk and its vast stockpile of energy was keeping the dude going.

Now, even that was gone, presuming that the leaked footage of the UA entrance exam was legit, and that was indeed a green haired midget blowing up the robot the size of a large skyscraper with a single punch.

Shaking his head, he stepped to the side, dodging a kid who was heading towards him, likely to trip into him, all without looking or even really focusing on it. It was autopilot these days, his reflexes, and how his body moved based on the output he got from his enhanced senses without him having to consciously order it.

Something he tried to keep to a minimum because it just made him appear more suspicious as, on paper, his quirk was named self improvement, a Quirk that continuously improved the appearance of the user and made sure they remained in decently good shape, making sure that most biological processes worked as best as they could.

A quirk that made him look quite literally superhuman, something he wholeheartedly abused to become a very good and more importantly, very rich model. His face was in many places, not in most places, but in many places, as he advertised everything and anything that came to him, hence the comic being used to keep his face out of the public's eyes.

Sure, he was not Uwabami, the literal snake woman raking in millions regularly as she also did Hero Work on the side. Sure, she used the excuse of donating it all to charity to ensure she did not run afoul of Commercial Quirk restrictions but then it was also an open secret that the charity, while legitimately helpful, also bankrolled every single facet of her life, ranging from her car to her staff to her expensive shopping.

He knew from his time on the internet that as long as she remained useful as a hero, donated to the right political parties and causes, and did not lose her appeal to the public, both as a model and hero, she could go on using money from her modeling to do as she pleased. Ofcourse, it did not hurt that she legitimately donated a lot of money, did philanthropic work personally as well, and was all around a well Media trained personality.

The only reason he was salty was because she continued to steal projects from every other person in the industry and also because she was a very persistent woman, and would stop only at his threat of calling the police whenever they met, as she wanted him working in her modelling agency, another thing she ran as a charity, as technically, the agency did not have a fee and donated all the profits, just with ridiculously high barriers of entry with Uwabami acting as the final say in every single admission.

As for his quirk, the one thing that he loved and hated in equal measure, was called self improvement in the Quirk Registry but that was only partially correct. A more accurate name for the Quirk would be Improvement, period.

Improvement of what? Well, anything living actually. As was expected, he had improved himself at first, using his quirk's energy to slowly and surely mould his body into not just an ideal shape and look but also build. His muscles, his senses, his reflexes, everything had been carefully improved over the years, using some of the energy his quirk generated seemingly everyday. The energy could be stockpiled as well, with his mind having an instinctive understanding of how much energy was stockpiled at any point of time and how much energy would be required to fulfill his goal.

He could affect animals as well, his 9 year old dog and cat jumping around in his backyard and punching holes in his doors with ease were proof of that. He hadn't done much in their cases, just made sure they would live for longer, as he was sure that that particular heartbreak would hurt like a bitch.

He could just put whatever amount he wanted into a living being, but that would just make them explode. It would not work. For any biological improvements, he had to be slow and steady, requiring months, if not years worth of Improvement to see the results, as was evidenced by his current body.

Now, one might ask him, that sounded like a great Quirk! Even if there was a ceiling of some sort, the ability to empower not just himself but others as well was a wonderful Quirk, right?

Well, yeah, but that would only be said by someone who didn't have an in-depth understanding of how his quirk worked.

The reason he hated his quirk was because of its limitations in the limited biokinesis he could do. He knew instinctively that he could not really become as powerful in any one aspect as a proper quirk could make someone whose entire powerset revolved around having a large lung volume, great muscles, enhanced strength, enhanced eyesight and more. He could reach superhuman levels, Well, superhuman when compared to this world but he would never become as strong in any one aspect as a dedicated proper quirk would.

It was an entirely different thing that most quirkless people here were capable of feats that Olympics would not be doing in his previous world.

That alone would not have been a reason for him to hate it. The problem was the other part of his quirk. The energy that was used as fuel to improve anything? It could be stored for later use, and as it turned out, later could mean more than a decade as he had been storing part of his energy for over 12 years now.

He couldn't use that energy for improvement because it was simply not necessary to expend that amount of energy for anything realistic. If he used more, it might result in people exploding. That left him with a stockpile of energy that he could use for only one other purpose.

Boosting Quirks.

A feature of his quirk that he kept hidden zealously, as the price of revealing that to the world was probably death and almost certainly the loss of freedom he was currently enjoying. Either he would be nabbed by any of the gangs, AFO's minions, HSPC, or by any number of foreign organisations that are undoubtedly on the lookout to either snatch high value quirks out of other nations or kill them to deny their enemies that Quirk.

The ability to just dump all the stockpiled energy into a single person, to boost their quirk to untold heights in case of an emergency was practically invaluable, especially if it managed to boost someone who was already at the pinnacle of power on the planet.

Star and Stripe. All Might. All for One. Future Shigaraki. Hell, even Endeavour if the quirk just made him a miniature sun of sorts.

All candidates who would shoot up to reach the pinnacle of the planet, undefeatable if he gave them his accumulated boost. He knew,, instinctively, that he would not be able to modulate the flow of energy though, not without extensive practice and to do that, he would have to empty his currently massive stockpile and start over, which was not a good outcome, especially if wanted to be of any help in the absolutely massive shit storm headed Japan's way in the near future.

Turning on the spot, he dodged the pigeon shit that was about to fall on his shoulder and entered the park and after reaching his usual spot, crouched down and wiggled a bit further into the tree cover before just laying down on the slightly prickly grass and looked at the dense greenery above him, his thoughts turning to the conscious choice he made when he realised what his quirk could do and what time period he was in.

See, no matter how much energy he dedicated to it, he knew he would never be able to become strong enough to defeat even the likes of the Top Ten Heroes who will come out of the current first year Hero Course students, let alone the absolute monsters that will emerge out of the brutal war in the coming years.

Midoriya. Bakugo. Todoroki.

Absolute monsters of heroes, if he took into account the ceiling of his physical body he could foresee using his powers. It was not like he never focused on himself, no, he made sure that he was working on his body, improving something or the other. Sure, he might never have the necessary muscle mass to punch with enough force to shatter the ground, but he could absolutely improve the underlying support structures. Denser and stronger bones, better blood flow, bigger and better lung capacity, improved cardiovascular systems and more.

Individually they might be a middling power boost but together? They absolutely showed up, turning him into something that could meddle with Muscular at his full strength. NOt defeat him in a straight up muscle fight but he could do some absolutely fatal damage even to someone of that level if he wanted to.

Ofcourse, all of this was without taking the increased thermal resistance, enhanced senses and resistant skin that would have had him strapped onto a dissection table back in his previous world. In this world, though, he was fine, as long as he didn't display too much strength.

Now, coming back to the topic of Quirk Boost, it was a one time thing, not a permanent boost to their Quirk. They can use the energy pool or rather, their quirk will use it and the duration will honestly depend on the individual quirk itself.

Which is why he had never used the boost on anyone. He was waiting for the individual who, in his opinion, could make the best use of a sudden surge of energy, with a quirk that dealt with energy storage and stockpiling as well.

One For—

He paused in his thoughts, a regular occurrence these days, ever since he saw Midoriya punching that robot apart, confirming his thoughts about the timeline here, as he felt his phone ring with that specific alert he'd programmed using a simple reminder.

Snapping up, manga forgotten, he took out the phone and tapped the first notification, watching a news channel report on an attack, with a mountainous range behind her.

"Tonight's shocking development raises serious questions about the safety of our future heroes," the anchor declared, his tone grave and indignant. "Students from the prestigious hero course were attacked by members of the League of Villains, resulting in the kidnapping of first-year student Katsuki Bakugo. Critics are already asking—how could an institution trusted to train the next generation of heroes fail so spectacularly?"

They then went on to sensationalise the news, something he expected from them. Watching it for a minute more, he sighed and closed the app, slumping on the ground as he realised the day had come.

Swiping through his contact list, he contacted his agent, "Hey, it's me. Listen, I need a favour. Cancel any pending appointments. Yes, I have my reasons. Trust me. Also, get me a ticket to Musutafu.

Thanks."
Hanging up, he just laid on the ground for a moment longer, trying to bask in what were probably going to be his last minutes of relaxing, with a healthy bank account and no immediate threat to his life, needing him to always watch his back.

After all, his current body was enough to stop any threats that might come for a slightly wealthy model that looked just too darned good, but not enough to stop the wave of mercenaries that would no doubt converge on his location, as a Quirk Booster, even a temporary one was a game changer, especially if his predictions of just how much he could boost someone turned out to be true or not.

He also knew that there was a chance that All Might, now devoid of his quirk and only running on fumes, could not really take his boost but he just couldn't sit by and do nothing. If not All Might, then Mirko, Endeavour, Best Jeanist, anyone who could hold All For One long enough for All Might to finish the job.

Too bad he never got in touch with a vigilante with the willingness to kill, because of his trust issues and more importantly, on account of being a giant coward who had come to love the calming feeling of self improvement and the sound of bank transfers hitting his bank account with no signs of stopping.

Alas…even his cowardice had some hard limits, it would seem and this was that. If he could help in the fight in Kamino Ward, he felt it his responsibility to do so.



__xx__

In just 4 hours, he was in Mustafu City, slurping boba in a cafe, in a place that was going to become Ground Zero in the first public fight between All Might and All for One.

Kamino Ward.

Gotta Love Japan and its love for robust and efficient public transport. Some things stayed the same in the country, even after going through devastating Quirk Wars that left its major cities in similar destruction levels as the Nuclear Bombs, just without the debilitating nuclear radiation that crippled some of the future generations and destroyed any crop growing ability.

Sighing, he closed the blinds of the hotel he'd booked, along with the scooter he'd rented, staying just on the border of Kamino Ward, ready to get in as soon as he heard something.

Turning on the AC, he just laid on the bed and thought of his purpose here. Sure, by all means, All Might was supposed to defeat the threat known as All For One, here. Not without cost, but yes, All For One in his current avatar was going to meet his end today, but that would not resolve the threat.

As far as he could remember, the real threat in this whole thing was not the self proclaimed Demon Lord, but the Doctor who will work on Shigaraki and then unleash him on a path that would see the return of All For One, in a younger form, ready to conquer everything in sight.

He had no concrete plan on defeating the Doctor himself, but it was his hope that with All For One sufficiently occupied with a boosted All might, he could somehow convince—

He sighed, shutting down that line of thinking, before trying to sleep, only to wake up as he felt it.

The beginning of the end.


___xx__


It was chaos personified, he thought to himself, running against the flow of the people fleeing from the place from where freaking air shock waves were emerging.

Heaving, he had never been more thankful for all the changes he had done to his body, as he pushed through the crowd, broke down doors, windows, and jumped over fences, climbed fire entrances and more, just so he could reach the battlefield.

"Come on. Come on," He whispered to himself, barely stabilising himself as he felt yet another cone of air buffet him, the air lashing out at everyone as All Might presumably fought the boogeyman.

As he jumped from three floors up, winced at the mild pain and continued running, he hoped that Shigaraki was still there. This fight could not be won with just AFO gone. Shigaraki had to go as well and as much as the thoughts of this being entirely pointless or him being too late emerged in his mind, he resolved to get this over with.

What was he going to do? Wait and wait, for a more opportune time? If he could just increase All Might's active time for a couple more months, that would be enough for him. Over the years, he had realised that he was not a hero. He was far too cowardly for that to be true.

No, he was at best, a fanboy, a self serving one. Which is why he was running towards what would very well lead to his death, even when he refused to become a hero even if he had the potential to be a decently good one.

He skidded to a halt, his feet coming out of the shoes, the material shredding at the forces he was moving, and turned around a corner, seeing what he thought was his destination.

A wide clearing, full of rubble on either end, broken buildings, AFO with a black mask on his face, flying in the air, taking potshots at All Might who was doing his best to damage the man, while also trying to reach someone who was currently in the middle of an encirclement attempt by the League of Villains.

He immediately ducked down behind a piece of rubble, looking at Bakugo and his explosions that were barely slowing down Shigaraki and his current band of misfits. He put his hand in his pocket, ready to take it out when he saw it. On one end of the circle of rubble that AFO had made, the students of Class 1-A.

He could never miss that mop of colourful hair, hiding behind a wall that had fared a lot better when compared to the other buildings here. He smiled, now his hand firmly holding onto it, as he waited for them to act.

The shockwaves continued, as did Bakugo's explosion, as he felt it, the sudden drop of temperature. Midoriya, Kirishima and Iida burst out of the wall, coasting on a huge spike of ice that formed instantly.

As soon as they did that, he took it out, the one thing that would level the playing field here, so to speak.

A gun.

Aiming it at Bakugo, he smiled as he saw through the scope, the telltale signs of Shigaraki losing it and lunging for the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, before the said god fled through a series of explosions.

Now, he had a choice to make. Either to take out Shigaraki right now, and hope that the others did not notice and kill him before he could boost All Might, or wait it out and potentially lose out on killing Shigaraki once and for all.

Fortunately, the choice was taken out of his hands as he saw Compress blasted into the air, hit the mountain known as Mt.Lady. That left Shigaraki with only two people around him, and those were a lot more manageable, he thought to himself, as he aimed and with pinpoint accuracy, shot Shigaraki two times.

Right in the fucking head.

It was as if the entire city had gone silent. Even Gran Torino, who arrived to take down the remaining alive members of the Villain League, looked straight at him, his eyes wide in shock. Hell, he himself remained standing there, shell shocked at what he had done and how easily he'd done it. The Big, Bad Villain, who was actually just a misunderstood, abused, manipulated kid, was gone. Brains splattered and all.

Shell shocked he might have been, veteran as he saw, Gran Torino recovered quickly and charged straight ahead at him.

Dropping the gun immediately, he raised his hands and tried to explain himself, "W-Wait–Whoa!" He shouted in alarm, as he was snatched off the ground by Gran Torino, just in time to see his current position swallowed up by a black goo of sorts, through which the red spikes came, headed straight to their position.

Thankfully, the tank known as All Might came in and broke them apart, before literally kicking the air and heading straight back to the fight.

Gran Torino set him down on the rooftop and actually tried to knock him out. Thankfully, he was made of sterner stuff and got out of the grip of the surprisingly stronger old man.

"Wait! I can help!" He raised his hands in surrender, ignoring the sounds of fight behind him that had gotten a lot more intense.


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