Earth's Mightiest Hero.

POV: Wasp (Janet van Dyne).

As I fall out of the portal, I force myself to resist screaming; no need to tell everyone where I am right away. That’s when I notice I’m falling from really high up above a town or city, hard to tell. Deciding to take the faster route, I let myself drop further, doing my best to keep control while I observe where I am.

As I’m getting close to the various roofs, I decide that enough is enough. I transform, and continue going down, flying in my small form this time, while I look around, and take the time to listen. After some time, I recognized the local language as Japanese, which is a surprise; why would she send us to Japan?

Something else I notice is all the oddities with a majority of the people I see. It’s sometimes little things like strange hair or eye color, or even the odd skin color, but then there are the more extreme oddities, like star shaped growths coming out of one’s head, or pincers for hands.

Deciding that something was off, I fly closer to the ground, where I begin to hear a struggle in a nearby alleyway. Making my way inside as silently as my wings can go, I find a somewhat plump woman being intimidated by some thug. He has what looks like pencils floating above his hand, and I watch as one shoots just past the woman, and embeds itself in the wall, making the woman yelp in fear.

He threatens something in Japanese, but I’m rusty as it’s been a while since I last visited with Hank. Either way, I can see what’s going on, so I zoom in between them, my form changing to its regular size.

“Look ‘ere, buster, you better get your ass in gear before I hand it to ya!” I declare, my hands lighting up with my stinger energy. The man just takes in how I look and laughs, as usual for me.

“An English firefly, huh? What’s an English bitch like yourself doing getting in the middle of stuff like this then, hmm? Shouldn’t you be sucking up to Star and Slut or whatever her name is? What’re ya gonna do, shine on me? Whatever, I’ll take you out so I can take this housewife’s cash,” he brags in broken and slurred English, before firing a volley of pencils at me. This usually wouldn’t pose any problems for me, but the lady was still behind her. Thinking quickly, I shrunk down and pounced at the incoming projectiles. Despite how fast they are going, it was no trouble redirecting the first one with a swift tap to its side. This will be easy then! Deciding to style on him a bit, I land on another one and start running along it, before jumping to the next, which makes it change the direction. Then the next, and the next, and before he even realizes it, I’m right under his nose. Literally.

This leaves me right up to the man, at which point I shoot his eyes with my stinger blasts, stunning him, before sizing up to land a clean uppercut to his chin, knocking him down.

Once I’m sure the ruffian won’t stand up again anytime soon, I quickly turn around to face the shaky woman. My plan paid off, as all the pencils thrown at me were either embedded a safe distance away from where she was standing, or lying harmlessly on the ground by the wall. “Are you okay, Ma’am?” I ask the woman in the best Japanese I can muster. She shakily nods, and apart from shock I can’t see any injuries, so it looks like she can move fine. Waving for her to follow me, I step out of the alleyway, and I can hear her follow me. We stick close together as we go further into open public space, and continue like this for a good bit, before stopping, where she begins panting. She’s not exactly in shape at the moment, for sure shaken up from the encounter, and it’s not like she’s an experienced hero like I am.

“T-Thank you,” she says in English after catching her breath, clutching onto her shopping bag.

“No problem! Helping others and beating in jerk’s faces is what I’m all about!” I say cheerfully, choosing to ignore the fact that I’m usually the distraction for the actual bruisers to come in swinging.

“Y-Yeah, I can see that. Who are you?” She asks curiously.

“I’m Wasp! Or Janet, whichever you prefer.” I tell her with a shrug; I was never one for secret identities anyway.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Midoriya Inko… Wait no, that’s not how you say it in English. It would be Inko Midoriya, right? My English is a bit rusty, my son would be better at this…” She mutters a bit, looking a bit embarrassed.

“It’s alright, my Japanese is more rusty than your English at this point anyway.” I dismiss, hoping to put her at ease.

“Right… Anyway, are you going to report that Villain?” she asks, as if it’s a common occurrence here, which… eh, who was she to talk.

I pull out my Avengers card to do just that, and only then I notice that where my image should be is just static, which is concerning on so many levels. I pocket it back, leaving that problem for the later Janet, that poor sap.

“I think he’ll probably be found anyway, we weren’t exactly quiet leaving that alleyway. What do you say, we get you home? Gotta make sure no more mean men come after you!” I say, handwaving any and all concerns. After a moment, she nods hesitantly before beginning to lead the way. As we go down the road, I’m keeping track of all the interesting people around me, all culminating in one real thought; ‘Hulk would probably like it here.’

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Following the woman home, she turns to me with a thankful smile.

“Thank you for escorting me home. I hope it wasn’t much trouble, she says with a bow, and I just wave my hand dismissively.

“Not at all, it was a pleasant walk after all.” I admit, though I’m still worried about Hulk. ‘I didn’t hear any explosions or any news about him, so he’s not nearby at least. Still, I should go looking for him soon’

“Well, it’s not money, but the least I can do is offer you something to eat,” she offers, and who am I to turn down a housewife’s hospitality.

“Sure, I could use something to eat. I’ve had a big day,” I agree, remembering all the woodcutting we did earlier.

Following her inside the apartment, I find that it’s very cozy. A good amount of pictures of the woman, both now and when she was younger, along with those of a small green haired boy, who I’m guessing is her son.

She heads into the kitchen, while I take a seat at the table. Then I hear little feet running into the hall.

“Mom!” I hear in Japanese. “You took longer than normal, do you have my new notebook?” A small boy asks while heading into the kitchen. 

“Yes dear, but let mommy make some food for the nice lady first, alright?” She asks while continuing to cook. That’s when the boy notices me, still in costume, and his eyes light up.

“What’s your name? Your costume looks so cool! What kind of Hero are you? What’s your Quirk- ah, sorry, that’s a rude question…” Are all the questions that I barely manage to catch before his speaking speeds up.

“Whoa, kid, slow down! I’m no speedster, I can’t keep up with you there. And my Japanese is far too rusty for me to try. I barely caught the first few there,” I tell him, gently grabbing his shoulders.

“Oh! Sorry about that…” he says, beginning to quietly mutter in English.

“Right, so, run those by me again slower this time, so I can actually answer you,” I suggest, pulling out the chair beside me for him to sit in.

“Alright, What’s your name, Miss?” he asks first, pulling out an old notebook from somewhere.

“I’m Janet van Dyne, or Wasp. I’m from America,” I tell him, and his eyes seem to shine as he writes it down.

“Your costume looks sooo cool! Where did you get it?” he asks next, and I think he’s sketching it on the other page now.

“I made it myself, actually, and I’d say it’s pretty good. I have more designs in mind, I just need to get my hands on the materials,” I tell him honestly, which he writes down before continuing his sketch.

“What kind of Hero are you? What’s your Quirk, if you don’t mind me asking?” he asks, looking so damn curious about it all.

“I’m the kind who fights jerks that want to disturb innocent people or misuse the power they have,” I tell him with a smile. “Although, I’m not sure what a Quirk is…” I mutter quietly.

“Oh! I thought it was the English word for, um… your power, I guess?” he says, looking unsure.

“In that case, this!” I exclaim and demonstrate, shrinking down and hovering over the table, making his eyes light back up.

“Cool! How long can you stay like that?” he asks, writing stuff down rapidly while watching me.

“Forever! I can also shoot lasers from my hands, stingers I call ‘em. I can also grow REALLY big. Although that really tires me out, so I don’t do it very often,” I explain to him, with him rapidly writing it down. ‘Huh, who knew having a fanboy could feel so great.’

“Does your mass shrink with you when you go small, or does it stay the same?” he asks next, surprisingly insightful for a kid.

“It shrinks with me. I go smaller, I’m lighter. I go bigger, I’m heavier, as much as I don’t like to admit it. No woman likes admitting they got heavier after all,” I joke, but he writes it down too.

“I would like to mention though that even when I’m smaller, I’m still as strong as when I’m regular-sized, it’s just condensed to a smaller area. I can carry a full-grown human while flying, but I’ll struggle,” I tell him, and his eyes widen as he adds that too.

“That’s so cool!” he praises while adding more details down. This is when his mother brings out a bowl of salad as well as a bowl of ramen.

“This is the best I could do on short notice, but I hope you enjoy your meal,” she says in English with a smile.

“I’m sure it will be great,” I reply, and begin enjoying the delicious food.

“So, what were you talking about with my boy?” She asks while sitting down next to her son.

“Well, about being a hero. My team is pretty famous overseas, not to brag,” I brag, thinking about what reaction its name will create in him, if any

“Team?” he asks, eyes brilliantly shining once more, and he flips to a new page, which makes me chuckle.

“Yes, you might’ve heard of… AVENGERS!” I ham it up, striking a pose, only for the green-haired boy to look confused.

“Avengers? I don’t remember reading about them, sorry…” darn, that apologetic face! It hurt my heart with how disappointed he seemed in himself, so I quickly waved it off, “No worries, no worries. Like I said, we’re from overseas, so it’s not exactly your home turf. Do you wanna hear about my teammates? That might jostle your memory.”

My suggestion makes him gasp in excitement, wiping his previous sadness away. Mission accomplished! Now, which one to start with…

“Well first is my friend, partner, whatever we are right now,” I begin, deciding to start with Hank, and see Inko’s eyes mist up a bit, so I continue on quickly. “His name is Hank Pym. He wears a mechanical suit that lets him communicate with insects. He, like me, can also shrink and grow, although he takes to the growing better than I do.” I explain, with a bit of jealousy.

“Interesting…” The boy mutters while jotting it down, “I don’t remember anyone like that, but that’s probably because he’s more about intelligence-gathering than big fights, no?”

“Good thinking!” I ruffle up his hair, not mentioning how Hank is usually the most visible of them all while giant.

“Next is one of the strongest of our group, Thor Odinson. Crazy strong, durable, swings around a hammer that no one else can lift, and uses it to fly, or generate lightning. Then there is Steve Rogers, I just call him Cap, and he is what I’d call peak human. Strength, speed, reaction time, durability, endurance, he would top most men even if they tried their hardest to match him,” I continue, and he writes it all down.

“So cool… but I still don’t remember…”

“Oh, they’re a bit camera shy,” I explain, now getting nervous.

“Next is Iron Man, Tony Stark. Playboy, philanthropist, billionaire, genius, and owner of his own company. He is also the builder of a line of armors he uses to save people and stop people stealing his tech. His suit can fly, shoot lasers, missiles, and has an inbuilt AI. He is constantly improving and innovating his suits, so he can fit any situation that comes at him,” I notice the boy's eyes widen as I explain Tony’s feats; maybe he finally recognizes that name? Tony is the most famous out of all of them, so that’s probably it, but I continue on anyhow.

“Then there is Hawkeye, Clint Barton. Best marksman I’ve ever seen, can hit a shot with almost anything in his way, using just about anything, though he prefers a bow and arrow, which sound simple, but trust me, they never are. So many trick arrows I’ve lost count. He’s fun to chat with sometimes as well,” I explain, wondering if I’ll ever get to see them all again.

“Next we have T’Challa, the Black Panther. He comes from a foreign nation, with a unique fighting style that focuses on absorbing the damage he takes and redirecting it back, thanks to his suit, as the metal used in making it contains and releases kinetic energy. He also has throwing daggers made of the same metal he uses for range attacks,” the boy's eyes are shining with curiosity, as well as a bit of confusion now, which I choose to not address and just trudge on.

“Then there is Vision, a robot AI who was a more recent addition. Specially designed to be able to move through matter, though, apart from his robotic body, his only offensive capability is the laser mounted on his forehead,” I explain next, before continuing on, realizing how big the team has gotten.

“We also have another girl on the team, Ms. Marvel, Carol Danvers. She can absorb all kinds of energy to boost her physicality. She can use it to fly, shoot it out in photon blasts, and even cloak herself in it to spend time in space for a bit!” I gush a bit over her, since female members are rare.

“And finally, one of the original members, and who I was hanging out with before I, erm, came here, Hulk. Big, green, and mean to anyone who has messed with him. He has a temper, but he has a good hold on it these days. Insanely strong, and anyone who has tried to prove otherwise has been quickly beaten out by him. How, you ask? The angrier he gets, the stronger he becomes. I’ve seen nothing holding him down for longer than it takes for him to get back up. Not even someone who could hold gravity itself down onto him!” I exclaim, which once more gets me worried about where Hulk could be right now. ‘Is he anywhere near where I am? If so, he’ll probably make a show of himself soon enough.’ 

“Well then, that sounds like quite the diverse team of heroes.” Ms. Midoriya comments, looking quite overwhelmed.

“Yes, they are something alright. Like I said, our team name is ‘The Avengers’ because as our leader has said a few times, ‘If we can’t save the world, we’ll damn well Avenge it’. Even if the villains win, we’ll take them down with us,” I tell her, and notice the young boy writing that down too.

“S-So, a good few of them don’t have Q-Quirks?” Izuku asks, voice wobbly, curious.

“No, a good few don’t. They make up for that with highly trained skill, or by having better tech than the baddies. Tony doesn’t have any power apart from being a genius. And even then, he’s sort of on life support; before building his first Iron Man suit, he was caught in the radius of a shrapnel missile, and some small pieces got lodged near his heart. To keep him alive, he built a small device called an Arc Reactor, and hooked it up to a magnet, but even that is only keeping the shrapnel from reaching his heart. The surgery to get it out is far too dangerous for him to do, so he lives like that, and the Arc Reactor actually powers his suits.” I explain, with Inko covering her mouth in shock at Tony’s injury and what he lives with.

“Wow…” The boy says in shock as well.

So he doesn’t know Tony either… or anyone else… it’s understandable, but it makes my stomach do barrel rolls anyway; something isn’t right.

“Do you mind if I use the internet really quickly? I wanna check on something,” I ask out of the blue, a concern filling me in a way I can’t just ignore.

“Sure, dear, go ahead, and take the salad with you!” Inko says, so I take the bowl with me as I head to the computer room she gestures to.

Sitting down, happy to find it logged in already. Hacking into their family computer to search the internet probably isn’t a good idea. Shaking my head, I focus up and begin searching.

‘Avengers’. ‘Iron Man’. ‘Captain America’. ‘HULK’. NOTHING. I find nothing relevant on what I’m looking for, no matter what keywords I use. Which ends up being… kinda concerning!

“Alright, what do I know? That was definitely one of the Enchantress’s portals I fell through. Although the color was wrong? I’m sure Hulk fell through one as well. Now I’m in a world where it looks like almost everyone has powers. Some people are much more obvious than others. The Avengers don't exist here, unless they did during that period when these ‘Quirks’ began manifesting, which means they would be long dead anyway,” I lay out with a groan, before laying back in the chair, my arm over my eyes.

“I’m alone, currently anyway, saved by what seems to be a single mother of a possibly powerless kid, going by their reactions to Tony and Clint. How do I explain to a pair of civilians that I’m stranded in another world and need sanctuary?” I ask myself, hoping that hanging around people like Hank and Tony and Steve would give me some insight for deduction in situations like these.

“Why don’t you just ask?” Little Izuku’s voice asks from the doorway, causing me to move my head and see him in the doorway watching me.

“Huh? How long have you been watching me?” I ask him, sitting up and turning around as he comes closer.

“Since you ran off with a look of fear on your face. I wanted to see if I could help…” he confesses quietly.

“You heard all of it then. I guess you heard my question too? Do you think I could stay for a bit, till I figure things out?” I ask, hoping his mother will say yes if he agrees.

“I’m sure mom would say yes! You’re a Hero, after all, even if not one from our world. And you need help! Why would she say no?” he asks innocently.

“Because I’m a strange woman who has spoken about things she doesn’t recognize because everything and everyone I mentioned is from another world that neither you or I can prove exists?” I suggest, causing him to pause for a moment before shrugging.

“Unless you're certifiably insane, I’m pretty sure that won’t be a problem. Your look of fear was too real,” he tells me, before walking off to get his mom.

“Guess it’ll be a while before I can be a Hero again, huh?” I wonder aloud, remembering coming across how Heroes are licensed and everything in this world while I was desperately searching.

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POV: Hulk.

When Hulk’s vision comes back, I realize I’m now falling through the sky.

“Argh! When Hulk gets Hulk’s hands on Magic Woman, Hulk will SMASH Magic Woman!” I declare in anger, as I’m falling towards what seems to be a decent sized island.

“I hate falling,” I say with some boredom. Falling like this is boring. As I get closer, Hulk notices what appears to be a building on the island. And Hulk is heading right for it.

“Hulk hopes there is no people in there,” I mutter as I curl up, to hopefully minimize the damage. No need to pay more fees because I caused unnecessary damage to buildings after all. Less money means less food.

Eventually, Hulk feels the impact of the building, and I crash into the floor. Climbing out of the crater, Hulk looks around, and sees there are in fact two people in the building. Two men, one is scrawny, while the other is built like Hulk. Or maybe Cap. It looks like they were facing off. Hulk can still feel the energy from the intense fight.

The big man is tall, buff, and has bright blond hair, with two tufts sticking up like a V on his forehead. He has a confused and angry look on his face, but his body is still facing the other man.

The other man is in a suit. He looks calm, but I can see the cold calculation in his eyes. Seen it too many times before to not recognize it. His hands are flexing, though what for, Hulk isn’t sure yet.

“Well, this is certainly a surprise. Called in back up, have you, All Might? Could not face me on your own, even now?” The suited man asks mockingly in Japanese, solidifying Hulk’s belief that he’s an asshole.

“I was about to ask you the same thing. You have been well known to hide behind walls of muscle when push comes to shove,” the other man taunts back, also in Japanese. 

“Hulk not know how he gets here. But Hulk is MAD! Separated from friend Wasp. Attacked and portaled by Magic Woman. So Hulk wants to SMASH!” Hulk roars, before charging the suited man and attacking. The other man is decorated like an American, and his demeanour is more friendly. Hulk will side with him, for now.

“I think not, you brute,” the suited man says, before absorbing Hulk’s blow easily, before grabbing Hulk’s arm. Hulk doesn’t know why he did that, as nothing happens, which seems to confuse the suited man. “What is this?”

“I won’t let you!” The big man roars, before coming in and punching the suited man’s face, sending him flying back away from Hulk and into a wall.

“Are you alright, uhh, Hulk, was it? He didn’t take your power, did he?” The man asks, confusing Hulk briefly, before I shake away the thought.

“Hulk is fine. He is a bad man?” Hulk asks, getting ready as the man climbs out of the wall’s rubble.

“Very bad. And very old. I would prefer to deal with him on my own, but you are here now, and I doubt he’d let you leave easily if you tried. He can’t seem to take your power, so let’s use that. Attack him as much as possible, I know he has a limit to what he can take,” the colorful man suggests, before the suited man seems to launch himself towards us after jumping on air for a moment.

“Always the bruiser, ey, All Might? Too bad you were so weak when your master fought me. Maybe you could have died alongside her!” the jerk man says while flying at us, his hand splitting open into a collection of red and black spikes. Hulk and the big man dodge to the side, and I press off the ground to slam into the suited man, sending him flying into the ceiling.

He just launches himself back down though, and uses his other hand to shoot fire at Hulk. I clap my hands to dissipate the flames, before grabbing his now empty arm when he’s close, and slamming him into the ground.

The big man rushes in and lands multiple solid blows that crack the ground before retreating. Hulk follows his lead, as the suited man releases a shockwave of energy. I think it was maybe soundwaves? Hulk’s ears hurt from it either way.

“Bravo, that actually hurt a little. You are going to have to try harder than that, All Might and beast,” he drawls, clapping mockingly, before sprouting wings that are soon covered in metal, charging back at us.

Hulk and American man charge back to meet him, and start throwing punches from either side, but he bats most of them away with his wings. So, Hulk grabs the right wing at the base and tears the puny wing out, and use the sharp metal to slash him, which throws him away from us.

Hulk throws away the wing, which is now crumbling anyway.

“Come now, All Might, is that really all you have? Your dear Nana put up a far better fight against me, though even she ended up impaled on all sides. She just could not keep her smile up until the end. I wonder if you can?” The man drawls, pondering, and I notice the big man shiver in anger, before charging in. Recognizing this for what it is, Hulk rushes in too.

“ALL FOR ONE!!!” the blond man roars, aiming to throw a punch at his face, but he’s not fast enough, and the suited man’s now muscled. Clawed hand tears deep into his gut, and rips to the side, and would have took more if Hulk didn’t grab the arm in time, and tear it out of its socket, causing the creepy man to roar in pain.

Hulk sees the blond man’s eyes begin to glaze over, but he still takes the chance, and grabs the suited man’s head in both hands, and crushes it like Hulk would a watermelon, then lets the body drop.

As the big man begins to drop himself, Hulk catches him, and puts his hand over the bleeding hole.

“Hulk get big man to doctor. Where Hulk go?” I say quickly, as I begin to carry him out of the building, punching a hole through the wall to let us out.

“T…There is a boat. It’s how I got here… Should still be fine, I think. Has a distress button, will get us help quickly. You took a few hits yourself, will you be fine?” he asks, coughing as we approach the boat, Hulk now carrying him fully.

“Hulk will be fine. Hulk has taken worse hits from puny gods,” Hulk says, which makes the man look contemplative, but still more tired. “Don’t sleep. Might not wake up.”

“I know, but I didn’t really expect to walk away from this fight. At best, I expected to take him with me,” he mutters faintly.

“‘If we can’t save the world, we’ll sure as hell avenge it.’ Something like that? A friend once said that. Said it’s why he named our team The Avengers,” I tell him, gotta keep him talking.

“Really? Sounds like a powerful yet bleak moto,” he comments with a weak chuckle.

“It can be. But it gives some of us the courage to do what we need to do. Keeps us strong. No one is stronger than Hulk though,” I boast, as we approach the boat.

“T-The big red button. It’s the distress button. Made it big so it was hard to miss in situations like this,” he says, and Hulk presses on the button, which turns on an alarm. Hulk sets the big man down in a hard chair, one that isn’t comfy, so he won’t want to sleep.

Leaving him for but a moment, Hulk goes to find the health kit. It has to have something to stop the bleeding, better than Hulk’s hand. I find it and open it, finding a lot of material in it, but grab out the extra large gauze. Remembering stuff from Banner’s time as a doctor in hiding, I carefully wrap up the wound. No idea how deep it is, though. Probably damaged his internals real good. Knowing the colorful man for all 5 minutes, Hulk thinks he’s hardy enough to survive.

Twenty minutes later, Hulk hears a helicopter approaching, and when I look outside, I see it beginning to touch down just outside the boat. When it has landed, two men leave it. One who is tall, skinny, and has weird green and yellow hair. He looks like a stiff. The other is a comparably shorter man in an odd yellow and white costume with white hair. They both rush into the boat itself, so Hulk stands out of the way. The small man makes it inside first and sees the colorful man.

“Damn Toshinori. That bastard got you good, didn’t he?” the man snarks with a chuckle. “You got him back for that, yeah?”

“Of course I did. He wasn’t running away this time, we made sure of it,” the big man replies weakly.

“I told you that you should have brought back up with you on the boat,” the skinny man tells him as he comes in.

“And I told you that I’m not risking anyone else losing their quirk to him,” the big man replies.

“I’m impressed you were able to dress your wound like that in your condition though,” the small man comments, and the big man shakes his head.

“It wasn’t me. It was my new acquaintance here, who literally dropped out of the sky,” he says, gesturing to me. So I do the polite thing, and wave to them when they notice me.

“Whoa. He’s a big one, isn’t he?” the small one comments. “He’s giving you a run for your money, that's for sure Toshi.” 

“We’re sure he’s on our side then?” the skinny man asks, sounding skeptical.

“Helped me fight HIM. This hole in my side would have been worse if not for him, so I’d say so,” the big man says, vouching for me.

“Hulk helped out big man. The douchebag was clearly an asshole. And a villain,” Hulk says, getting hesitant nods from them both.

“Alright. Anyway, we gotta get you to the hospital All Might. Although I’m not sure the helicopter can fit you both,” the skinny man says, looking conflicted. So Hulk thinks for a moment, before Hulk notices Banner standing in the corner. He just raises an eyebrow at Hulk, making hulk sigh.

“Would helicopter fit three normal men and big man?” Hulk asks, and gets a nod from small man.

“It would, although I’m not sure how that helps in your case, big guy,” he says, but looks curious.

“Fine, Hulk will do it. But Hulk will be back when we get to hospital,” Hulk tells them, before releasing my hold, letting Banner take the front seat for now.

When I finish shrinking down, I stretch, as it’s been a good while since my last day out. I then notice the looks of bewilderment from the men before me.

“I’ll answer any questions you have later, his injury is far more important right now.” I tell them in fluent Japanese. With their help, we move this ‘All Might’ into the helicopter, and take my seat. With that we take off, and head towards the mainland.