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The spider-race-car-thing revved its engines, and in the distance the manic cry of one mousy principal practically laughed up a storm as he left skid marks the size of Peter on the concrete.

Peter and Sero reacted faster than the others, bringing up web-shooters and elbows respectively.

"Wait!"

Peter turned, just in time to see Uraraka touch both herself, Shoji, and Kirishima on the shoulder.

"You're a genius!" Peter called, throwing out a line of webbing. "Hitch a ride!"

He felt Kirishima get on his back, followed by Uraraka. They were as light as a feather. "Sorry if I choke you with my arms!" The brunette said as she hung onto the redhead, pressing her chest against his back.

"Uhhh, d-don't worry about it!" Kirishima balked, sounding flustered himself. "Alright, up up and away Ace!"

"I can't fly dude."

"Not with that unmanly attitude!"

"We'll catch up!" Shoji yelled, launching off in a mighty leap to the top of a building as Sero threw out his tape and took off. Ashido simply legged it by using her acid to skate along the street.

And when Peter pulled on his webline, he launched forward feeling like he was only carrying himself. In the corner of his vision, he saw kirishima smiling like a madman at the sensation of swinging.

Letting his instincts guide him, Peter swung forwards, taking to the skies above the city streets. Below him, the race car with long legs and wheels and the maniacal laughter of the mousy principal continued to echo out. He was driving like a madman, running into the sides of buildings, barreling through glass and concrete like they were nothing! Peter cut a line and twisted to avoid a shard of glass, making both his passengers scream for completely different reasons. Just behind him, Sero threw out another line, utilizing his quirk's natural retraction of its tape to almost keep pace with Peter.

"I've heard about mad mice but this is ridiculous!" Peter screamed.

"Sucks to be him though," Sero says, switching from one line to the next, "With all these buildings, he'll have to start jumping on roofs to get away from us!"

From the window of the great car, Principal Nezu smiled.

Wait, was he holding a cup of coffee?!

"On the buildings? WHAT A WONDERFUL IDEA YOU HEROES HAVE GIVEN ME! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!"

Then Peter heard a gear shift, and then all four wheels of the crazy spider car burst out, revealing two long spider-like legs. Spikes and claws came out of the tires, and with a mighty leap, the car latched onto the side of a building!

"Oh come on, how is that even fair!?" Sero screamed.

One claw dug in deeper than the others, ripping out a piece of concrete the size of Peter. It threw it straight at him!

"Oh geez!" Peter screamed.

"Oh rock!" Uraraka screamed.

Instinct forced Peter to throw out a line towards the nearest building. He pulled back, bringing him feet crashing against the wall, and the rock missing. Before anyone could so much as breathe, Peter quickly whipped out another line of webbing.

But this one he latched to the rock.

Momentum nearly made him fly in the opposite direction, but his natural adhesion and brute strength kept him planted on the building. The webbing went taut, almost to the point of snapping before losing what kinetic energy it had left. Potential took over there as Peter pulled on the line just enough to turn the rock from a projectile into a hammer. It fell in a downward arc, and Peter pulled as hard as he could, giving it all the power he was able to muster before losing it at the spider tank.

The attack crashed right against the side of the metal monstrosity, making it lose its grip on the building. It fell maybe ten feet, catching itself with those weird legs and scurrying along like there was no problem at all! He could even hear Nezu yell out in surprise. Peter rolled his eyes, and pulled himself to the closest building. Sticking his legs to the side, he ran as fast as he could, keeping the weird thing in sight.

"Geez, it's not even slowing down after that hit! What is that thing made out of!?" Sero asked.

"Your tuition!" Nezu called back, laughing maniacally.

The spider vehicle turned another corner, Peter and Sero right on its tail, and Peter's eyes bulged out of their sockets at the sight in front of him.

This new street, unlike all the others, was filled with people. Ectoplasm clones lined the sidewalks, and a few of them sat in cars as they faked going through their day to day lives.

"Oh look at that, distractions!" Nezu declared.

Without a second thought the spider drone picked up one of the cars and threw it behind him.

"We got the cars!" Peter screamed, throwing out a webline to the ground and letting both of his passengers jump off.

Peter stood fast, sticking himself to the concrete just under a car. Several thousand pounds crashed into him, his fingers bending the metal of the hood when he caught them. As soon as he got a grip on the vehicle, Peter spun, letting the momentum send the car driving down the street instead of going to a complete stop against him.

Another came towards them, and Kirishima jumped into action. His entire body hardened in a flash of sound like sheathing steel. Again, the car crumpled, but Kirishima stood strong. Inside the car, the ecto-clone hit an airbag and shook its head, but it was undamaged. Uraraka was on the ground. "Get out of the street everyone!" She called out, waving her arm as the Ecto-clones seemed to follow her cue and fled towards the buildings.

The sound of alarms caught his attention, and two more cars took to the sky. Peter sprinted forwards, throwing out a dozen shots of webbing between two buildings. His wrists shot out like a machine gun, and two cars landed safely on a web that slowed their descent just enough to make them land safely. In the cars, several Ectoplasm clones nodded their thanks.

"Steer clear! This is a hero situation!" Sero screamed.

And in the corner of his eye, Peter caught the taped classmate rushing through over the sidewalks, pulling civilians out of the way when the car's path of destruction got a bit too close.

But it wasn't enough.

Principal Nezu went straight for the jugular, grasping hold of one of the clones with his massive car claw thing.

"Ace!" Kirishima screamed, running towards him, "Give me a boost!"

The redhead reached out his hand, and Peter summoned what little sports skill he had to throw him like a baseball. Weightless and harder than diamond, Kirishima spun like a top straight towards the bot!

"Release!" Uraraka shouted, bringing her hands together, and giving every pound of weight back to the hardened quirk user.

"Red Riot Driiiiiill!" He roared, his voice distorting as he flew away.

The red riot smashed into the joint of the spider limb, and hardened strength ripped through metal like it was made of wet cardboard. Peter had just enough sense to throw out a web to cushion the civilians' fall before his brain caught up with him. kirishima slammed a hand into the ground, carving a gouge of concrete out of the street in order to slow his attack. He smiled at the now surrounded villain, and smashed his hands together.

"Alright you lump of lead, not very manly of you to attack civilians!"

"Dude, that was awesome!" Peter called, waving.

"I know right!?" Kirishima grinned, only for his attention to snap back to the spider tank.

Around the spider car, the ecto-clones did the sensible thing and moved out of the way, or kept their cars at a distance where they couldn't be attacked by the 'villain'.

Poking his head out of the window, Nezu threw his head back and gasped.

"Oh no! Is this the end of my villainous rampage!? Oh, whatever will I do with my well-earned vacation money to Hawaii~!?"

He smiled again, ear to ear as the Mouse Bear showed off very very bear-like fangs, and Peter felt that chill go down his spine once more.

"Of course not, for I have this thing called a backup plan!"

Backup plan?

"What are you-"

A rattling in his bones made Peter cut himself off. He jumped to the side as fast as he could, twisting in the air. A crack, a spark, and one of his web-shooters exploded. He pulled it off his wrist, throwing it before the leaking fluid could cover him.

It landed on the floor, covering part of the street in the white substance.

The spider car revved its engines, its three legs making it pull ahead as it began to limp-gallop away.

"Hey, get back here!" Sero screamed, throwing out a line of tape and taking after him.

"Sero wait!" Peter called, arm reached out.

Another tingle, but this time Peter didn't have to move. He just watched as Sero's tape was cut off, his momentum sending him head-first into the side of a building. Kirishima jumped after him, his strength giving him just enough edge to land on the side and catch his friend before the other boy could hit.

"You okay there?" kirishima asked.

"Yeah, what's going on?" Sero asked, "And why's Parker's web all over the street?"

Kirishima blinked once, right before his head jerked forward. Something slammed into the back of his skull, sending both him and Sero into the street. Peter launched himself forwards, sliding on the ground and just barely managing to turn himself into a cushion to stop their landing.

"Ow," Kirishima said, "Wha…. What hit me?"

He tried to get up, but as if the ground was covered in ice, his hand slipped, making him fall face-first into the ground.

"Oh jeez… Iiiiiii don't feel so… hot." He began to slur.

Peter didn't answer, he just threw the three of them behind a building as fast as he could. Behind him, he saw that Mezo and Uraraka had the same idea, swinging into an open window of a local building. He saw Ashido slide in using her acid, using some parked cars as cover.

"What happened!?" Ashido exclaimed as Peter looked at the red-haired boy, his eyes rolling everywhere.

"Iiiii dunnoooo… whoaaaaa… so many Ashidoooooos" Kirishima said.

"Well, if I had to guess, I'd say we're getting our asses kicked… or getting shot. One or the other. Maybe both… No, both sound good."

(X)

From the monitoring room, Aizawa watched everything go down from a dozen monitors, every one of them giving him a different view of the situation along with ears to listen in. So far, the students had done reasonably well. They wasted no time sending the faster members of the team forward in order to make sure that the villain couldn't escape, while providing ways for the other, slower members to keep up. Ashido and Shoji being the two to stay behind was a good call. So long as Shoji directed her, Ashido could be far behind and still rejoin the group, as well as help to usher civilians away as she made her way towards the rest of them.

Even in the spirit of the exercise, she feigned a phone call with her hand. While all students weren't allowed to bring their phones, if out in the Hero Field, calling for backup was integral and crucial. She may be a social ditzy butterfly, but she paid attention to the prior exam.

Only Shoji held the rear and used his Quirk to keep track of Nezu's movements or of anyone else, but even from his position, his senses would be useful.

Now however, they could see the change in the test.

Assume that someone's a hero. If these were well-known villains, that meant they had experience fighting said hero, and that implied they know exactly how to put them into a position where they held all the cards. Above him, a monitor drone showed Snipe as he loaded another round into his sniper rifle.

Or as Nezu described him during the briefing, the single biggest counter this entire school had against those like Parker and Sero.

The two of them had some of the highest mobility quirks in their grade, demonstrated very clearly during their time in the Sports Festival. Only Bakugo, Iida, or Yaoyorozu, and as of late, Midoriya, would be able to keep up. But what happened when all of that mobility only put someone into a villain's line of sight?

Such a development called for altered tactics, and from what he could see, the group gathered together in a recreation of a cafe, huddling together and taking account of Kirishima's injury and their predicament. Now, with the situation changed, and a hero 'hit', the next part of the test would begin.

"Let's see what you can do." Aizawa murmured.

(X)

What is with bad guys and using guns?

Like, sure, everyone here had superpowers, providing enough of a reason to pack a little heat from time to time, but still!

Right now, Peter was doing his best to sit still while Sero finished up tapping off the street from the safety of the cafe. Several lines of tape stretched from the inside of the cafe to the building across the street. Uraraka took a few deep breaths, doing her best to stop the negative side effects of her quirk as she recovered while Shoji took point next to the one of the exits, using his Tentacle ears and eyes to keep watch. Ashido gently put a dampened cloth on the back of Kirishima's head. The redhead boxer laid on his side, groggily rubbing his eyes.

"How is he?" Peter asked.

The pink girl gave him a smile, "He's fine, it's not the first hit he's taken in his life."

"But this one hurts a lot more…" Kirishima uttered, his words coming out distorted, like his body thought that he was in a tunnel. "It's making everything all shaky."

He tried to reach behind his head to the spot in question, but the motion was lethargic and lazy. Ashido sighed and slapped his hand away.

"Don't move, I don't know what hit you."

"A specialty bullet from Snipe most likely," Shoji said, one of his eyes twitching in the wind just outside the exit, "There's someone stationed near the top of the central skyscraper. I can't make out too many details, but there's a window open in every direction on that floor, and they've got something sticking out of the edge."

"What is it?" Kirishima asked, his voice quieter.

"A gun," Ashido said, "What else would Professor Snipe have?"

Even with whatever was going on with Kirishima, he had enough strength to go as red as his hair.

Cause she had a point. Snipe was a gunslinger, a good one from what Peter had heard. Apparently, he could hit pretty much anything so long as he had line of sight. Shoji's tentacle ears twitched.

"And from what I can tell, Principal Nezu has left his car," Shoji continued, "I think he's climbing up to something, but what it is I can't tell."

"Wait, if he left the car, doesn't that mean that he left the money?" Sero asked, his tone indicating a quirked eye.

"Yeah, but that's not what we've got to worry about right now," Shoji replied, his masked face turning towards the helmeted tape-user.

"What are you talking about? We were chasing a villain to get the money," Sero said, "he left the money, so we're good!"

"Weren't we also supposed to capture the villains?" Uraraka pointed out, emphasizing the 's'. "You know, plural?"

"Remember what Aizawa said," The taller muscular multi-armed boy said. "The six of us are famous heroes. And villains robbed a bank and went hog-wild in the city. They know our powers well thanks to our celebrity status, and will be doing everything they can to escape and take us down."

"Man, you have a good memory." Ashido mused.

"Don't forget." Peter said as he turned towards Shoji. "Aizawa said that two was running from us. So Nezu probably had help in the Tank."

"You think it's a surprise like that Amajiki guy from the First Exam or Ectoplasm?" Ashido scoffed. "Great. More unknowns."

"At least we know to expect something extra," Peter shrugged, to which Shoji nodded.

"In general, we were supposed to capture and arrest at least two of them, leave no one behind, and save any bystanders along the way," the multi-armed boy added.

"And now we're down one guy, with the super genius in one corner and a sniper in the other," Peter finished.

"Ha'm hot hown," Kirishima said, pushing himself off the ground, only for his legs to buckle under him, leaving him no choice but to fall into Ashido.

"Take it easy. You did your best."

"Tch. Lucky bastard," Sero muttered, only to get slapped upside the head by Uraraka. "D'oh!"

"Moving on, we're stuck between a mouse and a sniper rifle," Peter said, stepping forward, "Which is easily the weirdest situation I've been in and that's saying something."

He walked over to the cafe, taking out a pen and a notepad from behind the counter. Quickly as he could, he drew a crude map of the area before handing it to Shoji.

"Can you give an estimate on where Nezu is?"

The four-armed boy nodded, quickly taking the notepad and pen. In seconds, a far more detailed map of the surrounding area was on display on the small piece of paper.

"Nice drawing," Peter said.

"It comes with the territory," Shoji said.

He reached down, one of his hands pointing at a structure about a block away.

"This is where Nezu is climbing up," his finger moved to the center of the map, "And Snipe is located near the top floor of this one."

"How high up?" Sero asked.

"Fifteen stories," Shoji answered, "Give or take."

Slowly, those that could move came together in a little circle around the small piece of paper.

"So…" Peter started, "What are we looking at?"

Sero scratched his head, and Uraraka frowned.

"Well, Principal Nezu is supposed to be like, really really smart." Uraraka said. "He's like, the smartest creature in the world or something."

"And Snipe has a perfect position considering his powerset," Shoji said. "The fact that he's not using his Quirk, Homing, to utterly dominate and send Homing Tranquilizers into all of us is telling. He's holding back for the purpose of this exam."

"While still acting like a god-tier sniper dude," Sero finished.

"And we're down the one guy that's most likely to ignore someone shooting at them," Peter pointed out, looking down at his friend.

In Ashido's lap, Kirishima was still, the only movement being the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

"He's out," the pinkette said.

"Ah crap," Sero said with a grimace, "Now what are we going to do to get him out of here?"

"Not get shot?" Uraraka offered.

Sero shot her a deadpan stare.

"Ya think?"

A massive hand stretched between the two instantly.

"Arguing won't help us," Shoji stressed.

"But how are we supposed to get around Snipe?" Ashido asked, "He could just shoot us the second that we leave cover. Are we just supposed to jump between buildings and hope that we can get to Snipe in time?"

Shoji shook his head, "No, Nezu is a genius. The more time we give him to set anything up, the bigger our problems will be."

Yeah, with him being so smart, he could probably outthink everything that the group could come up with. A scary thought, considering what a normal guy thinking critically was capable of when given enough time.

A shock spiked through Peter's spine, and his head snapped to the exit. Shoji's ears twitched, and his normal eyes widened. A second later, the ground shook and all of the students tensed as a cloud of dust came down the street.

What the hell just happened?

"A building just went down," Shoji said, answering Peter's unsaid question.

Four sets of jaws dropped to the floor.

"What?!" Ashido gasped.

"A building!?" Sero screamed. The multi-armed boy's tentacle twitched as the ears flexed.

"And with it a decent chunk of cover," Shoji said. "Judging by the distance and the rail beams coming down… has to be the construction site, so no civilians there."

Peter had to shake his head, wracking his brain as he looked at the situation.

"They're not running away," He said quietly, looking at the others. "This was never a robbery, or an escape/villain chase. These are villains actively drawing us into a trap."

He saw Uraraka blanch, the sudden realization hitting them all.

Shoji shook his head. "Doesn't matter. It doesn't change the situation. Their capture is still the goal. Civilian safekeeping is still our priority. All they've done is move up the time table. So let's focus."

Peter nodded, "Do you guys think you can get to Nezu if Snipe isn't pinning you down?"

Ashido and Shoji's eyes widened slightly at the implication.

"Will you be able to keep Snipe distracted by yourself?" the multi-armed boy asked.

"I'm a quipping loudmouth in bright red and blue spandex," Peter said.

If Peter was being critical, his answer didn't really answer the question, but the masked boy seemed to accept it as one with a nod. Uraraka didn't really look convinced, nor did Ashido, but Sero gave him a cocky grin and a thumbs-up.

Which was probably the best endorsement that Peter was going to get.

"We'll go out as soon as you start distracting Snipe-sensei," Uraraka said as she took a deep breath to calm her nerves or get ready, Peter didn't know.

He himself then patted his cheeks, getting his game face on, "Yeah, stay behind the buildings, and if you're desperate, maybe take to the sewers or something?"

"Eww," Ashido blanched.

Even Sero grimaced.

"Dude, our suits will smell for a week."

Peter shrugged, and Peter took the chance to run out the opposite end of the cafe waving his arms about.

"Hey McCree! What time is it?" He yelled in English.

His answer came in the form of a tingle down his spine, and that was all the warning he got before he had to jump to the side, landing feet-first on the side of a building. He felt the Spider Sense flare again as he started sprinting up, where a moment before the spot he was in took a bullet to the wall.

Peter flipped up onto the roof, and landed as his HUD flared to life. A line drew itself across the buildings, giving him a route towards the monolith before him.

So all he had to do was run along rooftops for five blocks, dodge sniper fire and hopefully keep Snipe distracted long enough for everyone to make a move.

His head jerked to the side, and he heard something whiz passed his ear. He jumped up, avoiding another shot that smashed against the ground under him.

(X)

The boy in Blue and Red passed through some Ecto-Clones and parents as Todoroki Fuyumi gawked at the boy's speed. He was fast!

"Stay clear!" he yelled, landing on a lamppost, firing another web shot and slinging off as the lamp was soon destroyed by another bullet.

"Sure is a quick one, isn't he?" The violet-haired woman beside her said. Jirou-san, if Fuyumi remembered when they made small talk as they got into position.

"Sure is…" Fuyumi mused.

"Do your best kids!" Jirou yelled, waving. Fuyumi turned, and then smiled as she cupped her hands and yelled too.

"You can do it!"

(X)

The angle was perfect, the speed was exactly where it needed to be, and the structural integrity of the building collapsed exactly how Nezu predicted it would. A few hundred tons of steel, glass, and concrete fell in on one another, toppling to the side to begin what could only be described as the world's most expensive set of dominos.

"And down they go!" Nezu called, throwing his paws into the air.

"I think you're enjoying this a bit too much, sir," Ectoplasm said through their comms.

"Oh hush you," Nezu waved off, "I think with all the paperwork that I've had to do in the last few weeks, I deserve a little free time!"

"Be that as it may, it's… disturbing," Ectoplasm admitted.

"Then I'm playing the part of a villain perfectly!"

"If you say so boss man," Snipe said, throwing his two cents in.

There was the vague sound of exertion on his line, most likely due to the recoil of his rifle.

"Are all of them trying to get close to you, Snipe?" Nezu asked.

"Nope," Snipe said, pausing to take another shot, "Just Parker, everyone else left their little hidey hole a while ago. My guess is they're headin' your way."

Given the timing, they wouldn't have been able to clear more than a few blocks. Nezu let his mind run wild with the calculations.

"Well, it wouldn't be good if I didn't make their journey a little more interesting."

He pulled another lever, and the ball swung again. Once again, everything went according to plan.

Now, to wait three minutes and forty seven point one seconds.

(X)

"Jeez! The principal just demo'ed an entire building?!" Kaminari yelled as he and the rest of his class stood in the Observation Room seeing the Second Exam unfurl before them.

"I wonder who rebuilds it? I mean, the Battle Center is used by the other students too, right?" Hagakure asked.

"Yeah, contractors or robots…" Kaminari put a hand to his chin. "Hey Recovery Girl." He said, looking at the nurse as she sat at her station, looking at the monitors. "Got an answer for this?"

"Contractors," The little old woman replied, "And sometimes the Support Course. Power Loader says that teaching a little engineering and architecture is good for them."

Izuku would have been looking around, but he was so engrossed in this exam… Peter was dodging the bullets with his quirk, running just as fast as he had in the Sports Festival, maybe even faster.

"Take note of his footwork… learn to anticipate your enemy's every move…" Izuku muttered to himself as Peter used his hand to springboard himself off a satellite dish.

"Why is Parker leaving everyone behind though? I mean, we know Ectoplasm, the real one, is there as a villain. And whoever is the surprise Villain is too." Jirou spoke out.

"I see it differently." Tokoyami spoke out, and Izuku turned as the bird-headed boy had his usual hard glare up at the screen. "They huddled together prior to this for a plan. Clearly, it's part of a strategy, if I had to guess, a distraction for the others."

"Yeah but like, wouldn't it be better to attack en masse? Not like Snipe can take them all out if they go in at different angles." Kaminari said as he pointed at the screen.

"Not while they're trying to get Kirishima out," Yaoyoruzu said.

On screen, the group handed off the downed hero to a group of Ecto Clones that were dressed up as paramedics. The second the door closed they headed out, presumably towards Nezu.

"Come on guys… Hey look!" Sato yelled. "Peter grabbed hold of a-"

"Whoa, there he goes for the sewer grate! Wait, is that machine gun fire!?" Hagakure squealed as Izuku's eyes widened. Snipe had tossed the sniper rifle for a machine gun! Or rather, an assault rifle spewing…

"Paintballs?" Yaoyorozu finished for her. She would know.

On screen, the American pulled up the sewer grate, using it as a shield to guard against the fire while he ran for another set of cover.

"What is he going to do?" Jirou asked as Snipe peppered it with a barrage of paintball fire. Normally paintballs weren't too threatening, but considering how Peter had that kind of spatial awareness or something, and that Snipe had a nonlethal bullet capable of incapacitating Kirishima, Peter wasn't taking any chances.

Peter's head was on a swivel, until the firing stopped. Peter aimed his hand at a manhole lid and fired a quick stream of webbing. He jumped and twirled the lid like a discus with his web, much like how he did with the debris earlier. Peter flung it, causing Snipe to duck and dodge the projectile rather than fire his reloaded assault rifle. After the metal disc punched through the windowsill where he was, Snipe shifted back into position, but Peter was barely a few blocks away now.

"… hey look! Todoroki, is that your dad?"

The dual-quirk user went as still as a statue.

(X)

Endeavor sat on a street bench, flames whipping around his shoulders, barely a block away from where the teachers were having their mock battle with the students. But the Number Two Hero couldn't really be bothered to participate in this waste of his time, his arms crossed as he stewed in silence.

When his daughter told him that they'd be participating in the exams for Shoto, he fully expected to be in SHOTO's exam, not relegated to a civilian role in someone else's little foray. He needed to see what his son could do. How he behaved under pressure and climbed to the top over his peers.

Instead he was here... waiting for-

"E-excuse me, sir!"

His burning eyes swiveled to a round-faced, brown-haired girl in a skintight black and pink costume nervously standing next to him.

"It's ahh... not safe here Endea-err, Mr. Civilian. You really need to leave."

"Consider your points acquired." He scoffed. "Go about your exam, girl."

"I... " She straightened, puffing herself up where she stood. "I can't leave you in the line of fire sir! It's unsafe."

"I'm not going anywhere." He growled, turning away.

The girl hesitated next to him and Endeavor was sure she would turn and leave now.

Then she smacked him.

All five little fingers clapped him right across the cheek, leaving him so stunned for a moment that he didn't even notice when he began floating off the bench.

He did, however, notice when the girl grabbed him by the boot and began running him across the street, away from the fighting, flopping him around like an overgrown helium balloon.

"GWUAH! UNHAND ME!"

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! ITS FOR YOUR SAFETY SIR!"

"CHILD! YOU WILL RELEASE ME THIS INSTANT!"

"YOU'RE A CIVILIAN! I'M SAVING YOU!"

"SO HELP ME I WILL BLACKLIST YOU FROM JOINING ANY HERO AGENCY IN THE COUNTRY IF YOU DO NOT LET GO IMMEDIATELY!"

"I'M SORRYYYYYY~!"

(X)

Quietly, the entire class in the observation room turned, looking towards Todoroki. To their surprise, the dual-haired boy was struggling to choke down his laughter. His face was puckered, sucking in his lips as he did his best not to guffaw on the spot.

If he ever had kids, he would tell them about this day.

With the biggest goddamn smile on his face.

(X)

Minutes later after releasing Endeavor in the cover of a safe building, (one she was fairly sure was going to burn to the ground in a few minutes) Ochako moved to use her quirk on two dumpsters in order to make them light and easy to pull across the alleyway's opening. And more importantly, they would provide cover.

As she touched the second wrought-iron dumpster, Ochako felt her stomach flip-flop. Great.

Shoji took hold of the two dumpsters in two of his arms, the others peeking out to the end of the alley. An ear twitched, and an eye spun around.

"We're clear," Shoji said, "Two blocks ahead."

Sero nodded, taking point with Ashido right behind him. Shoji followed her, and Ochako took up the role of rear guard. Not the best formation they could come up with, but they needed to keep moving, so the two fastest members set the pace with Shoji guiding them.

Every step made Ochako's stomach churn. Somehow she kept it in, an achievement that was hardly impressive considering what everyone else was putting in. Maybe she should've made another thing weightless so Parker could have more protection? Or something even remotely more useful than giving Shoji two weightless beatsticks.

But it was something, which was always better than nothing.

"Think we managed to sneak up on them?" Ashido asked.

One of Shoji's eyes blinked, then widened to their limits.

"Move!" he screamed.

No one stopped to question his words. Instinct and fear pushed them forward faster than any explanation.

And a good thing they did so, because the sound of bending metal and crumbling concrete filled the air. It started slow, a single twitch in the air, then everything started falling down behind them.

Ashido and Sero jumped forward, letting their quirks launch them into the air or slide on the ground. Ochako quickly made herself weightless and latched herself onto Shoji. The multi-armed boy sprinted as fast as he could, almost as fast as Ashido could skate.

The four of them emerged from the alleyway, and nearly froze right then and there.

Because all around them, the buildings fell one atop the other. A ring of buildings, all coming down till they were surrounded by a ring of broken wreckage and in the center of it all, two massive obstacles looked down at them.

One was Nezu, sticking his mousy head out of a crane with a wrecking ball, waving at them with a grin on his face.

The other, was a giant Ectoplasm clone the same size as that wrecking ball crane. It lumbered out from behind the steel structure, looking down at everyone there.

"Ah, there you are," it said.

It raised a massive peg leg that put everyone in its shadow.

Ochako felt a hand grab her shoulder, and suddenly she was thrown clear before Shoji jumped away from the descending appendage. She landed among the wreckage, shaking her head enough to see Ashido and Sero take off in opposite directions. Ashido used what little flat earth remained to skate away, and Sero went full madman and latched onto the Ecto clone's other leg to launch himself.

The giant clone looked almost confused that the student would attach himself to him, slowly turning his head to watch the student land a few meters away. Now, the four of them were in completely different parts of the clearing, and the clone took some time to wonder which it should go after.

All the while, Principal Nezu laughed maniacally.

Shoji took the second of hesitation to smash the twin weightless dumpsters into the clone's body. They tore into the ankle, but the pale substance that made up the clone simply grabbed hold of the dumpsters like it was entirely made of that web stuff that Parker used. Ochako promptly released the dumpsters from her quirk.

Shoji abandoned both of his weapons, eyes narrowing in contemplation.

"Oh come on!" Sero screamed, "What the hell are you made of?"

"DOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" Ectoplasm roared.

A single sweep of the giant's peg leg smashed into the ground, scattering chunks of debris as big as the students. Shoji had to bring all of his arms together to block one that got too close, and Ashido barely managed to get out of the blast range with her acid.

From the smoke cloud, Sero jumped forward, latching onto the crane with his tape. He reeled himself forward, grabbing hold of the service ladder. Another line of tape latched onto the roof of Nezu's control booth.

With a grin, Sero started to reel himself in.

Nezu responded by reaching for a pair of scissors, looking almost comical in his hands. With barely a breath, he cut the tape line and kicked away the ladder. Momentum carried Sero up, only for him to get a paw in his face as Nezu punched him just hard enough to send him tumbling down.

Another string let him stick to the side of the crane, leaving him safe for now.

"I got punched in the face by a friggin' rat!" Sero cursed.

"That's a Bear Mouse to you!" Nezu retorted as the crane turned and Sero yelped as he fired out tape and swung away, the wrecking ball crashing where he once was.

Everyone else was running around, trying not to get stomped or trapped by the giant clone. Ochako looked around, what could she use?

What could she do?

There was nothing but rocks and she couldn't get close enough to anyone to make use of them.

But someone else could.

Ochako immediately touched the biggest, closest thing that she could. A chunk of cement bigger than she was tall was dragged out of the pile. Ochako felt her stomach tie itself in knots, but she ignored it as best as she could.

She stepped out of her cover, and screamed.

"Sero!"

And threw the boulder as hard as she could.

It sailed into the air, making the great giant glance up with more surprise than actual concern. Sero jumped out of cover, his line of tape latching onto the top of the underside of Nezu's compartment.

The other line latched onto the weightless boulder.

He pulled just as Ochako put her fingers together.

"Release!" she screamed.

The giant's eyes widened, right before a fully weighted boulder crashed into its head, aimed by Sero's tape.

But instead of smashing into it, making it stagger, or do anything, it just took the rock without even flinching. It faded into the great mass that made up the clone, and when said clone was finished, that same sickly smile turned on her.

"There you are."

Ochako didn't hesitate, she grabbed hold of rocks as fast as she could. She felt like a kid, flinging stones at a lake, but only this time, every time that she got any of the rocks out, she let go.

But every single one of them was as useless as the first. The giant just took a few extra quaking steps forward before glaring down at the hero.

"Were you trying to plan something? Hero?" he asked, raising his foot.

Ochako beamed up at him. She felt ill, but still managed to remain standing.

"Not really, but they did."

That answer stopped Ectoplasm for an instant, and suddenly the sound of grinding metal rang out. The giant clone turned, eyes widening to the size of satellite dishes as it saw Ashido against the edge of the crane. Her acid covered one leg as much as it could, then a line of tape wrapped around it, as well as four arms.

As one, Shoji and Sero pulled, and a second of the four crane legs was ripped free of its housing.

From the top of the control booth, Nezu blinked.

"Oh dear," he said, "That doesn't sound good."

"It's not supposed to!" Shoji screamed, exertion making him raise his voice as he dashed for the third leg.

The Giant Ectoplasm took a step forward, but Ochako had plenty of time to use his distraction, charging straight at the clone's leg. Some might've called it crazy, and they'd probably be right.

She ran as fast as she could, her heart thundering in her chest. The giant took one step forward, but the other leg was still there.

One more push got Ochako there, and when she pressed her hand against the leg, she felt her world spin. She dropped to the ground, spilling everything she'd eaten within the last day on the floor as she soiled her skintight costume, bile burning her throat.

But she didn't release, not yet. She couldn't see him, but she could hear the surprised gasp coming from the giant. When she didn't hear another foot hit the ground, then did she release.

Suddenly, the sound that covered her was deafening.

She couldn't really see, the dust and the spinning turning the world into a blurry mess. She couldn't really hear anything, the ringing in her ears beyond anything she'd ever heard before.

This probably would be a good time to leave, to get out of the way before everything got out of hand.

Oh wait, she couldn't get her legs under her.

Everything just kept spinning.

Something wrapped around her waist, and Ochako couldn't do a thing to stop it. She blinked away the nausea as best as she could, and she saw something that looked like a wing surrounding her.

Shoji?

"Quite the impressive distraction, I must say."

Principal Nezu?

She shook off the nausea again, and found herself being carried right alongside Principal Nezu while Shoji ran for the line of downed buildings. Sero and Ashido were close by, and behind them, the giant form of Ectoplasm started getting up.

"Ectoplasm is still back there!" Mina shouted.

"You wanna fight a giant?" Sero asked.

"Besides," Shoji started, pulling himself over a downed wall, "We have no way of holding the giant down, Nezu is the only villain that we can apprehend. Right now. I doubt the real Ectoplasm will be so kind as to stay in one place for us to capture."

The mouse next to her chuckled, making Ochako frown.

"What are you laughing about?"

"Absolutely nothing!" the mouse declared.

"Oh come on!" Sero screamed, vaulting over a rock, "Can't you say something!?"

"I invoke my right to remain silent!"

(X)

Oh come on! How many bullets could one man carry!?

Peter had swung between buildings so many times only to have his lines cut so many times that he was starting to think that Snipe had an entire armory up there.

He launched himself to the final building, flicking out a line of web that ended halfway there. His eyes widened as he flailed widely in the air on instinct. His hands and feet caught the side of the building a floor or two above concrete.

One quick flick of his wrist let him hear the sputtering sound of nothing coming from the web-shooter.

"Well… this is a thing," he said, before pivoting on the windowsill as another shot went straight for him.

He didn't waste any time, sprinting up the side of the building as fast as he could.

"What time is it?" He hyped himself up. "Game time, whoo!" He roared to himself as his HUD flashed at the fifteenth floor. He zoomed up, grabbing the edge of the window and transferring all of his momentum into the glass.

He crashed through in a shower of shards, finding Snipe quickly abandoning his sniper rifle and kicking away his paintball assault rifle in favor of dual revolvers, the Gunshot Hero backing up to retreat into a narrow hallway. His trademark custom revolver was still holstered for whatever reason.

"Caught you."

"Caught up to me maybe." The man shrugged carelessly. "Haven't caught me yet."

Peter rushed forward, moving to get in close against the ranged specialist, but Snipe was ready, fully extending the revolver in his right hand and firing a burst of shots.

His senses flared, the tingle bursting behind his eyes as he twisted and contorted his body enough to dodge.

The teacher whistled. "Damn. You are a fast one, ain't ya?"

"What can I say? I'm a Spider of many talents."

"Right you are son," he drawled, still backing away.

Peter stepped forward into the hall. It was narrow enough so the ceiling barely brushed over Snipe's head, and the walls on either side barely gave a foot of room between them when he stood up straight.

Not a lot of room to move or dodge. Snipe, or maybe Principal Nezu had chosen this spot well. Even if they'd have all gotten up here, they never would've been able to swarm him. Was that why he took out Kirishima? His hardening quirk would have made this kind of approach a lot easier to manage, he could just ignore the bullets as he marched in front of the team.

The spider hero looked at Snipe's guns as his HUD zoomed in, Karen making a 3D image of the sidearm. Six bullets in the revolver. He had fired four shots from the right gun, none from the left. That meant he had eight shots left. Slow to reload.

Snipe kept backpedalling, slowly trying to reach the other end of the hall.

Was it to escape? Or to draw him into another kill zone?

Either way, he couldn't let him get there.

With a burst of speed he exploded forward, rushing to close the distance fast.

Snipe fired the last two shots from his right-hand weapon but none from his left. Peter ducked under the first, twisting his shoulder back to avoid the second, and kept moving, hardly breaking his stride.

Finally Snipe moved to bring his left pistol to bear.

A pipe lining the side of the wall exploded with steam, bursting onto Peter's face, the sheer heat making him cry out.

That bullet had ruptured a steam pipe. So that was why he wasn't using it. It had live ammo in the chamber.

He heard heavy footsteps, Snipe turning and running, now all but sprinting down the hall.

Gritting his teeth, Peter rushed through the super-hot steam, the burning pain brushing his left side before he was through, finding Snipe still running away.

The man was fast, fit for a baseline human as his career demanded.

But Peter was faster.

He still had a full third of the way to go to reach the end of the hall before the man realized Peter was going to catch up. He reloaded the right revolver, spinning back around to fire again.

The shots fired, Peter's Spider Sense tingling in response, telling him that the danger was coming for his legs. They were aimed for his feet as they descended, meant to hit his ankles as the feet were about to hit the ground.

He rapidly adjusted his weight, the instant movement breaking his stride. He jumped, moving quickly from floor to ceiling, to wall, back to floor and alternating randomly as Snipe fired, always aiming for the limb as it was about to make contact with a surface, missing by virtue of the Spider Sense, reflexes, and just a hairsbreadth of distance.

Peter's heart was pounding, adrenaline pumping, he could feel the blood rushing through his ears more and more as Snipe kept backing away, closer to his escape route.

He reloaded his revolver faster than he had any right to. If he hadn't seen it for himself, he'd have thought some support gear shenanigans were in play like constantly refilled ammo or something. Or a fully automatic revolver.

He shot so damn fast.

But even so, with every jump, every narrow dodge every leap and every reload Peter kept getting closer, kept closing the distance.

Holstering his live ammo revolver Snipe reached behind him, pulling out something that Peter recognized as a flashbang grenade.

His Spider Sense exploded, prompting Peter to shut his eyes tight and clutch at his ears.

Even so the bang was deafening, nearly blinding through the mask, eyelids and all.

But it wasn't. He uncovered his ears and opened his eyes in time to hear Snipe call "Whoa there-"

But he hit the ground with a roll, regaining his feet as Snipe pulled his live ammo weapon again.

Whatever he was gonna do with it didn't matter as Peter grabbed onto the hero's wrists and slammed him into the wall, holding him in place.

"Caught ya!" He goaded.

"Did ya now?"

Snipe twisted the live ammo weapon, until the nozzle was right beside Peter's head.

Then he pulled the trigger.

The bullet missed of course.

But the sound didn't.

The burst of gunfire, the massive BANG going off just an inch away from his thinly veiled ear sent him reeling, white bursting behind his eyelids, pure pain exploding across his skull as he let go in stunned reflex as his hands came up to protect his damaged ear, yelling in pain only to get a knee to the gut and a solid punch to the jaw that nearly knocked him on his ass.

Spider sense tingle, a warning brushing across his spine before he spun, another deafening bang going off in the narrow hall, something whizzing past his head before Peter's leg rose up in a wild, wide roundhouse, cracking solidly against Snipe's forearm.

Peter didn't hear him curse, or see the gun hit the floor but Snipe turned and ran, all but sprinting down the hall now.

Peter straightened up, stumbling and swaying.

He grit his teeth, forcing himself to keep moving. His team was counting on him.

By the time he reached the other end, Peter saw that he was in another overlook of sorts, almost a balcony.

He looked down, finding Snipe rushing down the length of a building on a rappelling line.

The glass of the building shone like a sheen of light across its surface, catching and reflecting the sun. Peter jumped onto the side and began to rush down, all but sprinting to catch the teacher.

"Shoulda known that wouldn't keep ya down long." Snipe groused, pulling his 'live' weapon.

He fired.

The glass just in front of Peter, on a lower level of the building exploded.

He turned on a dime, moving around the shattered glass pane onto another, still running.

Snipe fired again.

Again another glass pane shattered and Peter again diverted his run, still closing the distance.

Two more shots. Two glass panes exploded and Peter ducked into the destroyed windows before ducking right back out.

Snipe had to reload now.

Something significantly harder with one hand on the rappelling choke.

He gave it an effort, but they both realized Peter would catch up before he could.

Peter heard him curse, he was so close his mutterings managed to reach his opponent on the wind. "Damn. This is embarrassing. Well, come on in darlin'!"

Wha-

"Gooooood Afteeeeer~"

"Huh?"

Peter's Spider Sense exploded.

"Noon!" Before he could do more than realize where the attack was coming from, the glass directly under his feet exploded outwards, launching him clear into the city streetline courtesy of a yellow spiral energy blast.

He flew through the air, twisting and angling his body as he fell before catching himself on the side of a building.

He looked up to see Snipe still descending on the line but now there was a blue-haired girl in a skintight blue-green costume with attachments to her arms and legs smiling down from where she'd destroyed the entire floor of glass pane windows, leaving about three stories of glittering glass shards descending onto the street.

"It's so pretty." She gushed. "Oh! Hiya! I'm your friendly suburban Superheroine Nej-I mean, Evil Dastardly Downtown Meany Villain, Nejire-chan! Mwahaha~!" She posed, with double V signs. "At your Serv-Oh! Dis-Service! How's that, sensei?!"

"Focus darlin'."

"Yes sir!" She grinned, turning towards the boy.

She thrust her hand out, and Peter felt his Spider Sense flare.

"Shazbot!" And he dodged, avoiding a massive yellow drill blast that was much faster than the wide spiral wave from before.

"Much better darlin'," Snipe said as he tapped his gauntlet and went to his holster.

Peter could only get to the roof of his building and jump behind a tower to avoid being shot. Great, now he wasn't even on the same building, and he didn't have his web-shooters.

Now what?

Another yellow blast arced towards him, forcing him to leap off the edge of the tower and onto the side of the building itself, rushing across and then up its side to break line of sight.

He twisted the second he got to the lip, rolling across the roof and stopping at the edge of a stairway entrance.

Okay, two opponents, one of them flying, Snipe was still on the rappel line though, he was vulnerable.

He didn't know the limits of Nejire's quirk, and Snipe was giving him enough trouble as it was.

If they tag-teamed him, he was in serious trouble.

Focus on Snipe then, get him before he hit the ground.

He peeked out from behind his cover, only to flinch back as something whizzed by his head.

"Curving bullets, fun."

"They are, aren't they!?" the girl screamed, right before another blast smashed into his cover.

It was barely left standing and wouldn't survive another attack. In front of him, the satellite dish and its housing sat, still intact.

He reached for it, ripping it free with a solid tug that sent the sound of screeching metal into his ears.

He picked up the dish, testing the weight in his hand. He seized the pole meant to keep it upright. A quick twist broke it off, making it more manageable and with a sharp edge. Then, he quickly took off one of his gloves.

"This is gonna be such a pain to fix later," he whispered, and stuck the glove at the end of his improvised 'weapon'.

The other side of the cover blew out with another wave of energy, and Peter chose then to move. He stuck the pole out, his red glove sticking out like a sore thumb. To a close inspection, it wouldn't fool anyone, but as expected, the instant it went out of cover, a bullet snaked out to hit it.

In that instant, Peter took off from the other end of his cover.

Both combatants hid whatever surprise they might've had well. Nejire aimed both of her hands at him, so Peter channeled his inner Captain America and brandished the satellite dish like a shield.

Nejire's yellow energy smashed into him, almost pushing him back before he powered through it, keeping his pace as he rushed headlong towards Snipe.

It gave Peter just enough time to get to the edge of the building and jump for all that he was worth.

Snipe's gun was trained on him. One shot he'd curved, another he'd shot his glove with, leaving four left.

The first bullet fired and Peter brought his shield to bear, the force hitting the edge, knocking Peter into a spin as his spider sense went off behind him, and Peter used the momentum of his spin to toss the impromptu shield towards the glowing Nejire like Cap would. Nejire reeled in surprise, the blast of yellow energy going off but hitting the spinning satellite instead of him, forcing it away.

His spider sense flared again and Peter turned in time to place the satellite mounting pole he'd taken as a weapon between himself and the second bullet, batting it aside as his weapon dented.

The third bullet fired and Peter barely had the midair control to twist his shoulder away and not get hit.

His uncovered hand lashed out and grabbed onto Snipe's rappel line.

They swayed in the air, Peter heard Snipe hiss, his hand slipping on the choke before Peter ran, hand on the line, feet on the building, straight towards the Pro Hero.

Snipe turned the revolver on him, one shot still in the chamber, and Peter swung the sharp end of his makeshift weapon.

Striking Snipe on the fingers of his rappel choke.

The teacher saw stars, eyes widening in pain as he let go in reflex. Peter grabbed him by the scruff of his collar, abandoning his foothold on the building, sending them both falling straight down towards the ground twenty feet beneath them.

Snipe regained his wits fast. His free hand snaked out, trying to grab the choke again before Peter fought him off, Spider Sense still tingling as Nejire plummeted down after them.

They were gaining speed, and Peter knew he barely had any time to make this work as he reached down and grabbed Snipe's gun.

The one with live ammo.

He pulled out the revolver, Snipe still struggling to take hold of the choke before Peter fired a single round into a window and tossed the weapon as the glass shattered just beneath him.

Then Peter grabbed the choke, utilizing his full superhuman strength to tighten his grip.

Their stop is instant, sheer momentum forcing them into a swing, straight into the shattered window. Snipe hit the ground with a gasp, and Peter heard the revolver still in his opponent's hand with the practice bullets cock before he twisted his body out of the way of the last shot as Snipe laid on the ground.

The Spider of U.A. seized the excess rappel line and rushed to tie Snipe up before the man could reload, binding his wrists. Peter brought him in, tugging the villain and giving a knee to his gut, making the man grunt as the air left his body. Peter slammed him to the ground on his back, the line going around his wrists as Peter tightened it up. Suddenly, the bell went off in the distance.

"That's time" Aizawa's voice rings out, echoing all around them. "Exam's over. All students report back to the Entry Gate of the Battle Center."

"What! But I just got here!" Nejire groaned as she floated down to their level. "Phooey!"

Just in time.

Peter stood over the teacher who was more than happy to collapse on the floor, head laying back, hat askew on his head.

He was breathing hard from adrenaline more than exhaustion.

"Did you miss the memo that it was just a test, kid?" Snipe drawled from where he laid.

Peter found it in himself to smile. "Really? I thought it was an audition for the next world war."

Snipe scoffed, and Peter could tell that he had rolled his eyes under the mask. "Mind at least letting go?"

"Oh, sorry." Peter eased his grip on the rappel line, and the man felt his arms go slack to his sides.

"You were like super fast and quick!" Nejire spoke as she hopped into the room, running up with her hands behind her back. "Was that like, a part of your quirk?"

"Uhhh, kind of? My quirk is Spider so…"

"Does that mean under your mask you have wicked sick fangs? Oh! Or lots and lots of beady eyes? Does your white stuff shoot from your actual hands or those doohickeys?" Nejire inquired, smiling as she stepped closer to a wide-eyed Spider-Man.

"I'm uh…" Peter took off his mask, showing off his face as he blushed and grinned awkwardly. "Totally human! Right now gotta go to Aizawa! Don't wanna be late! Bye!"

He ran past the bluenette and began running across the ground, jumping over debris and a collapsed crane.

(X)

Minutes later, all of the students and the examiners stood in front of Aizawa at the Entry Gate. The Underground Hero blinked languidly at them with his hands in his pockets. At least his eyes didn't look ragged.

"Alright, let's get started. Sero."

The tape user straightened, surprised at being the first to get called out. "M-me!?"

"Your performance in this exam was middling." Aizawa shrugged. "Nothing extraordinary, but nothing horrendous. It allows you to pass but there were other ways you could have contributed. You were so focused on simply remaining in your comfort zone you didn't ever try to consider or implement plans of any particular innovation. You limited yourself to using your tape for mobility, restraining targets you knew the tape could restrain and occasionally comboing with Uraraka at her urging."

"B-but like, what else could I have done?"

"As a single example Uraraka's power makes things effectively speaking, weightless. When she touched Ectoplasm's large clone, your tape would have been an excellent measure to increase the effectiveness of that restraint."

"But he'd just rip right through it! He was made of like… jelly!"

"Weight is needed to affect other things. Even if he could have ripped through it, it wouldn't have been quickly, or effectively, it could have easily tired him out. Furthermore using your tape to try and tangle the legs of the spider tank Nezu was first driving in could have gone a long way in slowing it down, and prevented him from reuniting with his comrades." He shrugged. "As I said, you pass, but there is much improvement to be had. I expect you to work on being more creative and innovative in the future, Cellophane."

"Y-Yes sensei." Sero replied, hand rubbing the back of his head. The shaggy-haired man turned towards the taller multi-armed boy.

"Shoji." Aizawa barked.

The four-armed student stepped forward. "Yes Sensei."

"While similar to Sero, you didn't show much innovation in your quirk usage. You did however show an aptitude for critical thinking and strategy. The utility and input you provided for your team in developing a strategy and determining the nature of the test was invaluable. I would like to see more tactical thinking like this from you in the future in terms of combat applications, but besides that, your performance was good. You pass."

He bowed. "Yes Sensei."

"Kirishima."

The red-haired quirk user cringed, looking down as he stepped forward, hand rubbing his arm.

"Your participation in the exam was cut short, no mistake there." Kirishima bit his lip and closed his eyes. "but in the time that you were present, you demonstrated the ability to think on the fly, the willingness to support your teammates and overall teamwork skills. You damaged the enemy's vehicle, and saved a fellow student from potential injury, easily applying your quirk to its maximum benefit. You pass."

The young man looked so relieved that he could have fainted on the spot, even as Ashido whooped beside him.

"Atta boy Kirishima! Woohooo!"

"I… I passed?" Kirishima himself.

"You did it, buddy!" Peter cheered.

Ashido's voice however, brought Aizawa's eye her way. "Ashido." Peter clamped up, and stepped to the side.

The pink-skinned girl stiffened.

"Similar to the first two, you did not perform creatively with your power, but similar to Shoji, what you did use, you used well, and covered some bases your teammates missed, such as pretending to call first responders with your location and what the situation was. On top of that, while your teammates took to the rooftops you remained on ground level, giving warning and caution to the civilians there along with having enough mobility to catch up." He paused, allowing the girl to grin in self-satisfaction at her teammates' slightly confused looks. "You need to improve however when it comes to self-sufficiency. You showed little initiative on your own, relying wholly on following your teammates' cues and plans. There's nothing wrong with being a team player, but there will come times in the future that you will have to work alone. Work on it."

"G-Got it sensei. Thanks." Ashido smiled bashfully, stepping back and sighing. "What a relief…"

Aizawa then turned towards a nervous looking Uraraka. A Medical Robot was by her side as she guzzled down water bottles to rehydrate, and had a wet rag to clean up her dirty hero costume.

"Out of all your classmates, you showed the broadest range to your quirk application, utilizing it for transportation, power enhancement and synergies..." He paused. "Rescues... and disabling villains along with the capture. There isn't much I can say on that front beyond well done, Uraraka."

The girl beamed, with Ashido cheering as Peter clapped her on the shoulder.

"Way to go girlfriend!" Ashido whooped.

"I didn't see much, but damn. You must have been awesome Uraraka! Nice!"

"She was the core reason we passed." Shoji stated. The brunette did nothing but blush, smiling from under all the praise.

"For future improvement, like Ashido, I need to see you take more initiative, and not simply relegate yourself automatically to a support role. Understood?"

She smiled, nodding clearly. "Yes sir!" She pumped her fist out. "I'll show you an improved eye of the tiger next time!"

Aizawa was quiet for a moment. "Duly noted."

Finally, the man turned towards Peter. There was a brief lull of silence.

"Why did you choose to confront Snipe by yourself?"

Peter blinked. "I knew I was one of the fastest, and with Kirishima gone I was the only one that could dodge his bullets for any consistent amount of time. The team needed cover."

"Hmmm." Aizawa's face coverings offered little in the way of reading the man. "Other than providing a distraction for your team, however vital, did you have a general engagement plan? Or were you relying on your quirk to carry you through in close range?"

Peter cringed. "Uhhh, bit of both..." He hedged. "I mean. I didn't know what the layout of the building was, I didn't know what weaponry he had up there, so I was kinda playing it by ear."

"And the 'bit of both' that involved a plan?" He pressed, quirking an eyebrow.

"General plan was to get to him first. After that I recognized his two revolvers were six-shooters, so I started counting shots, I realized after a bit that one revolver had false bullets and the other one had live ammo, so I started focusing on the fake bullets more whenever he had it loaded. I noticed he took out Kirishima so he wouldn't have to deal with him in that hallway, so I knew he was gonna fight in that hallway if he could get away with it. So I tried to pressure him hard." The American shrugged. "Like I said, a bit of both. I came up with a general plan as I went along."

"Why not retreat when Nejire arrived and you found yourself outnumbered with no more webbing?"

Peter blinked. That was an option?

"Ahh... well-" Somehow he doubted 'I figured I could take them' would fly with Aizawa. Then he remembered.

"I saw that Snipe was vulnerable on the rappel line." He said.

It wasn't a lie. "If he's there, he can't reload. It's harder to aim, even for him and if I ran and let him get to his next spot it'd be pretty much back to square one, this time with no web-shooters." At that statement Peter turned towards Snipe as he stood with the other two teachers and Nejire. "Those things are hard to fix you know!" He shook his fist.

The cowboy shrugged.

Aizawa eyed him for a long moment, almost searching for the falsehood. Peter turned back towards him, biting his lip under his mask before the man reached into his pocket and pulled out some eyedrops as he began applying them.

"Hmmm. Alright. While I'm not a fan of solo heroics in a team-based exercise, you pulled it off, and captured the villain even when outnumbered and in a disadvantageous situation. On top of that, you kept a sniper and a villain who can rule the skies occupied while the mastermind was captured, and you wound up capturing the sniper." Peter perked up, grinning.

"Second round of class 1-A gets a full passing score." Aizawa said with a monotonous tone.

"Alriiiiight!" Ashido cheered, high-fiving Uraraka and Shoji. "Weren't we awesome or what?"

"I still can't believe I passed but… heh, we did it!" Kirishima exclaimed with glee as he walked up to Peter. "I knew I could count on you guys!" He and Sero exchanged high-fives, as did Peter.

The other teachers stepped forward.

"Uraraka, excellent work making me weightless." Ectoplasm added. "That caught me off guard how you managed to make my clone levitate like that.

"Indeed! When I saw Ectoplasm float like a balloon I couldn't believe my eyes!" Nezu elaborated, as his paw was… shaking.

"Uhhhh, Principal Nezu? You okay?" Sero asked. "Oh! It's because you hit me me didn't ya!" He flexed with an arm. "Knew my helmet was tough enough to take a punch!"

Nezu groaned, biting his lip. "Not really. He's going through a coffee crash." Ectoplasm explained as Snipe knelt down and helped support the white-furred animal-man.

"Easy boss. Let's get you some sleep."

"Ohh… I believe a nap would be nice… but I must see through to the end of our students' exam!" Nezu raised a hand. "Bring me more coffee!"

The Medical Bot beside Uraraka who had finished giving her water and had some stained rags let out an "Affirmative" before it wheeled off.

"Class 1-A, meet down here in five minutes. We are taking the bus to the U.S.J." Aizawa spoke to the camera.

"I'm just glad we all passed." Uraraka spoke, taking a deep breath, looking down at the stains on her costume. "I'm going to need to get this cleaned up though…"

"Yeah," Peter shrugged as he saw the other Class A students come in sight as they walked towards the bus. "Mind sticking to the back?"

(X)

The drive to the U.S.J was a short one as Izuku did his best to calm his racing heart. This was it, his turn. The Final Exam he would be taking part of as he got off the bus with his classmates. While on the way there, he, Yaoyorozu and Iida were talking about potential scenarios they would have to face in a 'Disaster Situation'. Taking note of the prior exams, Iida took up the role of aiming to talk to and utilize any first responders. Yaoyorozu would be handling support, making any items needed for medical relief or rescuing others(she said she had a large breakfast this morning). Jirou and the others would follow their lead.

They walked in first, taking the lead as they followed Aizawa into the facility. Izuku bit his lip. Last time he was here, he was carried out with mangled legs and an arm. And people were scarred in more ways than one…

He shook his head. Focus!

"Disaster Team, remain with me." Aizawa said as they got to the entry level of the wide and expansive U.S.J. "Rest of you, proceed to the observation room behind you."

"Good luck Deku!" Uraraka called out.

"You can do it Midori! Momo-san! Jirou-san!" Peter called out. Yaoyorozu beamed lightly, looking back and waving. As Kaachan stepped up, he turned and gave Deku a stare before going up. Todoroki gave a nod before following.

Todoroki, Kacchan and Peter passed… now it was his turn!

"Mon dieu, look down there!" Aoyama declared as the students stepped forward and looked down.

The entire central plaza of the U.S.J. was covered in buildings, and the Shipwreck Zone had more boats in it than just the one small cruise ship. In addition, there were other buildings, mock ones, based around the Mountain Zone, and buildings stretched all the way to the Rockslide Zone.

"Now then, students." Aizawa spoke out, and Izuku paid attention as his teacher stood with his hands in his pockets. "This is the last Final Exam of the day, so I hope you have been taking notes on what kind of exam to expect. By the title alone and where we are, you as a team will be thrown into a Disaster situation. Now, here is your setting: you are a group of local heroes in this coastal town."

Izuku nodded, completely focused.

"The scenario here is simple," Aizawa continued, "A hurricane is approaching rapidly, people have been unable or unwilling to evacuate. This isn't a disaster that will ebb and decrease in intensity as an Earthquake would. This will continue to escalate. There will be gale force winds that will pick up speed as time goes on, unlike the other scenarios that were limited to fifteen minutes, this team has an hour." The hero nodded. "This is a race against the clock and I promise you will need every second of it. There won't be any villain fights within, but expect your own brand of surprises within this scenario like the robbery and chase teams faced."

The homeroom teacher of 1-A turned his eye behind them.

Thirteen and All Might stepped into view, the helmeted heroine offering a wave with what seemed like a smile beside the ever-grinning Symbol of Peace.

"All Might and Thirteen will be present in this exam, do not ask or expect their help. In an ongoing disaster situation it's unlikely that first responders will be immediately available to answer your questions. Your objective is to save as many lives as possible before the storm becomes too much for you to handle. Believe me, it will get much worse as the exam progresses, don't get comfortable."

He held up three fingers. "This exam is over in one of three ways, the first is that you rescue each and every single person within the disaster area and bring them to the areas designated as safe zones. The second, time runs out. And the third, is if the storm becomes too much for you to handle. If you're overwhelmed by the ongoing disaster, and it becomes clear to me that you're no longer in a position to manage it, I will call this exam and dish out what points you've acquired until that point. Note that failure to manage the disaster, obviously, will not reflect well on you."

"How in the hell are we supposed to stop a hurricane!?" Jirou complained.

"Figure it out." He answered flatly, "You have ten minutes to prepare, after that the exam starts."

Izuku saw as the others moved to head down towards the disaster zone that Aizawa was marching towards the observation deck. He could already hear the others talking, beginning to make plans and discussing potential scenarios.

He moved to join them when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He paused, turning and finding All Might staring down at him. The toothy smile had been replaced by something more subdued.

"Show me." He said, quietly next to his usual boisterous tone. "Show me how far you've come, Young Midoriya."

Izuku looked up, smiling and nodding. "I will!" And he ran down to join his teammates.