Izukus point of view:
They were still stunned, but as my words finally sank in, their expressions slowly shifted. Realization crept into their eyes as they began to understand what I was asking—and what it meant.
Renjiro stepped forward, his face pale but his posture straight. "Izuku, I understand you want to help. Truly, I do. And what you just did to that villain was... impressive, to say the least." He glanced toward the corner where Yamamoto remained webbed and unconscious. "But there are twenty-nine villains left out there. Ironhide and his commanders are not street thugs, they're career criminals with years of experience. The heroes and authorities have been trying to catch them for years."
Sayuri moved to stand beside her husband, her arm still protectively around Momo's shoulders. "They could seriously hurt you, Izuku. They could kill you." Her voice trembled slightly but held firm. "Please—let the heroes handle this. They most likely already know about the situation here. Help is coming we just need to sit still and wait."
Kenji nodded gravely, his scholarly composure returning slowly. "The logical course of action is to secure this room, wait for professional intervention, and ensure no further casualties occur. Engaging superior forces without backup or proper equipment is statistically—"
"Statistically fatal," Hanako finished softly, her gentle face etched with concern. "We don't want to lose you, Izuku."
Momo pulled away from her mother slightly, her dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made me pause for a minute. "Izuku-kun, please. I don't want you to get hurt because of me."
Saiko said nothing, but her gaze was fixed on me with an expression I couldn't quite read. Worry, yes. But something else too—like she was calculating something and didn't like the results she found.
I let out a small chuckle. Not cruel, just... tired of this particular truth of this world.
"You know what's wrong with this world?" I asked quietly. "We wait. Something bad happens, and we wait for heroes to save us. We don't step in ourselves because 'the heroes will take care of it.' And while we wait, people die." I met each of their eyes in turn. "I'm not going to let that happen. Not today and definitely not with any you."
Renjiro opened his mouth to protest, but I pressed on not even giving him a chance to talk.
"I don't plan to die. I don't plan to let them take any of you. And I'm certainly not going to let them hurt Momo because I sat in a room waiting for someone else to handle it." I shook my head slowly. "I'll deal with this myself. And frankly? I know I can handle it."
The silence that followed was heavy.
Sayuri's eyes glistened. "Izuku—"
"I don't like this," Momo said suddenly, her voice small but clear. "I don't want you to fight them."
"Neither do I," Saiko added quietly, her grip on her father's sleeve tightening.
Renjiro and Kenji exchanged a glance. Hanako pressed her lips together, worry evident in every line of her face. Even Alfred, seemed to radiate his disapproval.
I chuckled again, softer this time. "Neither do I, honestly. But we don't have a lot of choices right now."
They were quiet for a long moment. I could see them searching for arguments, for some way to change my mind. But something in my expression—or perhaps the simple, stubborn truth of my words—seemed to reach them. One by one, their shoulders dropped. Not in defeat, but in reluctant acceptance.
Renjiro finally nodded, his jaw tight. "You're going regardless of what we say, aren't you?"
"Yup."
That sent them in another long pause. Then he sighed heavily. "Then we will help you however we can."
I smiled—a real smile, not the cold one from earlier. "Thank you. That's all I'm asking."
I turned to Jarvis, who had remained silent throughout the exchange, his mechanical form perfectly still. "Jarvis. Open project file: Captain Rogers. Password: I can do this all day."
"Yes, sir."
The hologram shifted, new data flooding the display. The first thing to materialize was a suit design—sleek, functional, with the classic star-and-stripes motif I'd adapted from my memories of the original Captain America. But I paid it no mind for now, I swiped my hand through the air to move the suit aside.
The next image formed behind it.
A shield.
It was Perfectly circular. Smooth silver, its surface broken only by clean concentric rings. At the center sat a single star inside a blue field, surrounded by alternating bands of red and white. On the back, a harness system was mounted: a forearm strap, a hand grip near the rim, and magnetic clips designed for quick switching between arm and back.
I gestured toward it. "This is my shield and my main method of defense. The metal is something I designed and created myself—I call it V1. It's only a prototype, the first step toward something better, but it's lighter than steel and tough enough to handle most strength-enhancement quirks." I looked at the Yaoyorozus. "It should be enough to keep me alive out there. So... can you guys make it?"
Renjiro stepped closer, studying the hologram in silence. His eyes traced the shield's outline, then the strap placement, then the layered construction. After a few seconds, he gave a small, confident nod.
"Yes. It can be done."
Some of the tension left my chest.
He turned toward his wife and daughter. "My quirk—Schematic Imprint— allows me to transfer the schematics of anything I analyze directly into another person's mind. Permanently. If I study this design, I can pass every detail to Sayuri." He looked at his wife. "Once you have it darling, you can use the Material Molding aspect of your quirk to shape the materials." Then he turned to Momo. "And you can create the V1 metal itself, as long as Izuku gives you its molecular structure."
Sayuri nodded immediately. "So Momo produces the raw material. You give me the schematics. I form the shield." She paused. "And the straps?"
Renjiro glanced back at the hologram. "Simple parts. Momo can create them separately—the harness, the grip, the clips. You can attach everything during the molding process." He considered it for a moment. "Ten minutes. Maybe less."
I grinned. "Ten minutes is perfect. Gives me time to plan."
Momo stepped forward, the fear from earlier replaced with concentration. "Izuku-kun, I'll need the molecular structure of V1. The exact atomic layout." She glanced at Jarvis. "Jarvis-san could project a hologram, right? I think it would be easier to memorize that way."
I chuckled. "He could." My smile turned slightly mischievous. "But where's the fun in that?"
They all looked at me, confused.
I let it hang for a moment, then turned to Momo. "Where's the gift I gave you tonight? I know you brought it."
Her expression shifted from confusion to realization and lastly into panic. "I—I don't know! Everything happened so fast and I—"
"Sweetheart." Sayuri's voice was gentle. She walked to a crate near the wall and picked up a wrapped package. "You dropped it when we moved in here. I kept it safe."
She handed it to Momo. I nodded toward it. "Seems like the right time to open it."
Momo carefully peeled away the wrapping and lifted the lid.
Inside, resting in foam, was a sleek black tablet. Thin, seamless, with no visible buttons or ports. Just a sheet of dark glass.
Momo stared. Everyone else did too.
"It's... a tablet?" she said, sounding more puzzled than disappointed.
"Not just any tablet," I said, stepping closer. "That's a Stark Industries prototype. Its processor is faster than most supercomputers. The memory is packed with a library I spent years building—chemical formulas, molecular structures, engineering schematics. And it runs a program that can simulate molecular assembly in real time." I paused. "Think of it as a genius accelerator. You'll be able to learn in minutes what used to take months."
Momo's eyes widened. Sayuri gasped. Renjiro's jaw slackened. Even Kenji leaned forward.
"Show me the molecular structure of V1," I told the tablet.
The camera lens glowed—and a hologram sprang into existence above the screen. A crisp 3D model rotated slowly: one central atom with four surrounding atoms bonded in a compact pyramid.
I felt my eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
I stared at it. Then at the tablet. Then at Jarvis.
"Why," I said slowly, "does this tablet have holographic capabilities? I don't remember adding that to it."
Silence.
I rubbed my forehead. "I really need to cut back on coffee. I'm starting to install holograms into my creations without noticing."
For a moment, no one reacted.
Then Saiko snorted. Momo began giggling. Sayuri covered her mouth as her shoulders shook. Renjiro and Kenji chuckled. Hanako joined in. Even Alfred's mustache twitched.
I waited for the laughter to fade, then looked at Momo. "Well? Do you like my gift?"
Momo let out the loudest squeal I have heard in both my lifetimes.
The sound was so high and bright that several adults winced. She threw her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. "I love it! Thank you, Izuku! With this, I can learn so much more about my quirk!"
I awkwardly patted her back. "You're welcome."
She pulled away, still beaming, and looked at the hologram. "So this is the V1's structure?"
"It's a Simple alloy," I said. "One central atom, four surrounding atoms in a pyramid. The symmetry spreads stress evenly. That's why it's strong and light at the same time."
Momo studied it closely, lips moving as she memorized the pattern. Then she nodded. "I can make this. It's simple enough that I don't need Mama's help for the raw material." She glanced at her mother. "But the shield itself—the shaping, the layers, the strap mounts—that's too complex for me alone. I can produce the V1 in sections and make the strap parts separately. Mama will need to assemble everything using your schematics, Papa."
Sayuri nodded, already stepping closer to her husband. "Then let's begin. Renjiro—the schematics."
Renjiro placed his hands on either side of her head and closed his eyes. For a long moment, nothing happened. Then Sayuri gasped softly, her pupils widening. When he stepped back, she blinked rapidly, but there was certainty in her expression.
"I see it," she whispered. "Every curve. Every angle. How the layers align." She looked at me. "I can do this."
I turned to Momo. "And you? Ready to create your first original material?"
She nodded, still focused on the hologram. "I'll need to convert some lipids, but..." She patted her cheeks. "I've got plenty to work with."
I smiled. "Then I'm counting on you."
They moved to a clear space near the covered piano. Momo positioned the tablet so she could see the molecular structure. Sayuri stood nearby, hands flexing in anticipation. Renjiro observed from the side, ready to help.
I turned away, refocusing on the task at hand.
"Jarvis," I said quietly. "Show me the hostages and Ironhide. Let's see what he's doing while he waits for his goons to find us."
Jarvis's sensor-eyes brightened. The hologram shifted, splitting into multiple camera feeds from the main hall.
The sight wasn't pretty.
The main hall was controlled chaos. Guests forced to their knees. Guns trained lazily but deliberately. Ironhide stood like a statue carved from muscle and arrogance, watching everything with predatory patience.
Thorn stalked in front of him, clearly irritated.
"I don't know why you hired such garbage," she snapped, bone-like spikes briefly protruding from her forearm before retracting. "They can't even search properly. It's embarrassing."
Ironhide didn't rise to it. He just tilted his head slightly.
"Then go do it yourself," he rumbled. "Shouldn't be that hard."
She smirked, rolling her shoulders. "Finally." She turned toward one of the stairwells. "I'll bring them to you."
She moved off alone.
I chuckled.
Everyone in the room looked at me.
"What?" Renjiro asked, tense.
I kept my eyes on the hologram. "He just handed me one of the easier commanders to fight. Delivered her right to me." A cold smile tugged at my lips. "I really should thank the man."
Mom stepped forward immediately. "Izuku... are you sure about this? I don't want you getting hurt."
I turned to her, softening just a bit. "It's fine, Mom. Trust me. I've got this." I smirked faintly. "Besides... Hikaru knows how hard I train. After all, he's the one who trained me."
The silence that followed was nuclear.
Mom entire being froze.
Then Very, very, Slowly.
She turned her head toward Hikaru.
Her eyes narrowed into thin, dangerous slits.
Hikaru stiffened as if he was turned into stone right there and then.
He looked like a man who had just realized he'd stepped on a landmine labeled "Maternal Wrath times 10."
Before she could vaporize him with pure disappointment, I graciously decided to step in and safe his ass.
"That was my idea mom," I said quickly. "I didn't want you to worry to much. You would've shut it down immediately." I gave her a small grin. "And I'm not reckless. I'll have Jarvis stream everything directly to you guys. You'll see where I am, what I'm doing, and how I fight. You guys will get Real-time feed. So you can relax, Ma."
Her glare shifted from lethal to conflicted.
"You're still grounded for not telling me about your training cub," she muttered.
"That's Fair," I replied instantly.
"Sir," Jarvis said smoothly, "the shield is complete."
I turned around to see what they have made.
Sayuri stood holding it carefully.
The V1 surface gleamed clean and silver, smooth concentric rings etched into the metal. It was not painted yet but that didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. The harness system was mounted perfectly: reinforced forearm strap, internal grip near the rim, and the magnetic transfer assembly built into the rear plate.
I stepped forward and took it.
The balance was perfect.
I slid my arm through the strap and wrapped my hand around the grip. It locked into place naturally. I gave it a quick rotation, testing weight distribution.
Then I disengaged the forearm latch and let it fall back—
The magnetic harness caught instantly.
The shield snapped securely against my back with a satisfying, heavy click. Flush. Stable. Ready.
I rolled my shoulders once.
Good.
I pulled it forward again in one fluid motion, catching it by the grip as it swung over my shoulder.
Momo watched with shining eyes. "Does it feel right?"
I smiled at her. "Yeah. It does."
I reached out and gently patted Momo on the head. "It's perfect, Momo. Thank you."
Her eyes widened, and then her whole face lit up. A soft blush spread across her cheeks as she leaned into my hand, tilting her head slightly like she was trying to get more of the pat.
Then I looked up at her parents. "And thank you too, Mr. and Mrs. Yaoyorozu. I appreciate the hard work you put into this."
Renjiro gave a stiff nod in response. "It was necessary."
Sayuri smiled more warmly. "We're glad it will help you stay safe Izuku."
Meanwhile, Momo was still leaning into my hand.
Actually... she was leaning quite a bit. Her eyes had gone half-lidded, and her shoulders relaxed as if she'd completely forgotten where she was at the moment.
Everyone noticed this rather quickly if I'm being honest.
Sayuri's lips curved upward. Hanako covered a small smile with her hand while chuckling to herself. Kenji looked amused at her actions heck even Alfred's expression softened for a brief moment.
Renjiro, however, went very still.
His eyes slowly tracked my hand... then Momo's expression... then back to my hand.
There was a faint twitch in his jaw.
Then, as if summoned by his paternal instinct alone, a small, elegant knife appeared in his hand.
No one saw where it came from.
One second: he had an empty hand.
Next second: he was holding that knife.
I blinked in surprise and slight amusement.
Before he could take even half a step forward, Sayuri moved. She plucked the knife from his grip and smacked him lightly on the wrist with it.
"Behave," she said sweetly.
Renjiro winced and pulled his hand back. "It was just a precaution."
"You do not take 'precautions' against nine-year-olds," she replied, calmly tucking the knife away somewhere in her sleeve.
Behind me, I noticed Saiko.
She was pouting again.
Her Arms were crossed. Her Lower lip was slightly out and her Monocle was gleaming as she stared at the top of Momo's head like it had personally offended her.
Why is she pouting? This is becoming seriously confusing.
I sighed and reached over, patting Saiko on the head as well.
She froze instantly.
Her eyes went wide, and then a deep blush spread across her cheeks. The pout vanished completely, replaced by a stunned, almost dazed expression.
Momo noticed and beamed at her. Saiko looked like she might melt through the floor.
Problem solved... I think.
I stepped back and turned to Hikaru.
"Hikaru. Protect them. Use deadly force if needed. Though I doubt anyone will get close to this room anyway... but just in case."
He chuckled as he stood. His eyes narrowed into slitted shapes, and his claws slid out with a faint metallic shimmer.
"Sure thing, cub," he said. Then he tilted his head. "Though... why did you throw me under the bus like that with Inko-san?"
I smirked. "I just wanted to give you a taste of your future marriage life. Especially if you don't make my mother happy."
Both of them froze at hearing my response.
Inko's face went bright red. Hikaru's ears turned pink.
Mom let out a soft, rumbling purr. "Izuku... you little gremlin," she whispered to herself.
The tension in the room eased, replaced by quiet chuckles.
Good. They needed that.
I opened the door quietly.
"Jarvis," I said, "connect Momo's tablet to the estate cameras. Let them watch everything. That way they won't worry too much."
"Connection established, sir. Live feed active."
I stepped into the corridor and closed the door behind me.
My glasses were still resting on top of my head. I slid them down over my eyes, and the HUD flickered to life. The estate layout overlaid the world around me. Red markers moved through the halls—every villain tracked in real time.
A savage smirk spread across my face.
"Well... time to get to work."
I rolled my neck once.
"Jarvis. Silk. Spread out. Let's take these bastards down."
"Understood, sir."
Silk chirped and skittered along the wall. Jarvis slipped silently into a ceiling vent.
I fired a web at the ceiling.
Thwip.
I yanked myself upward, flipping smoothly until my feet met the overhead surface.
Then I started running, silently and fast enough to cover more ground.
A grin crept across my face.
It's time to have some fun.