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Despite all her preparation for this moment, Alex Danvers arrived in Japan wide-eyed and more than a little overwhelmed. She had been planning this move for years—ever since her mother died. She’d taken Japanese courses, studied culture and maps, and of course read everything she could about U.A. High School. It was the whole reason she was here. Both her parents were heroes after all, and Uncle Peter worked as a support specialist.
Subconsciously readjusting the medical bracelets on either wrist and hoisting her carry-on over her shoulder, Alex held her head high and marched through the airport to the cabbie that was waiting for her outside. She couldn’t help but stare out the windows as they drove to their destination. Off in the distance, a bright streak flew across the sky. She wondered which hero it was. She’d been studying up on them too to know just who she might come across in this new country. She bit her lip in nervous anticipation, hoping she wouldn’t come off as one of those annoying American tourists. If all went according to plan, this would become her new home for the foreseeable future.
She could do this. It was in her blood.
With that determination, she stepped out onto the street after the cabbie dropped her off—and was almost immediately lost. Was this her apartment complex? But…that road sign didn’t look right. Was it this way? Panic began to settle in as she stood on the busy street with her carry-on and big luggage case rolling along behind her. Maybe there was someone she could ask for directions? God, she didn’t have a clue what she was doing. She didn’t know anyone here and everything was unfamiliar. She had studied but felt so completely unprepared. What was she doing? Sweat broke out across her forehead as she glanced this way and that.
“Are you okay?”
She jumped and turned to face a short, stout woman with green hair and a kind face.
“I…I think I’m lost,” Alex said. “I’m looking for—oh, hold on. I’m sorry.”
She dug out a wrinkled piece of paper from her pocket with the exact address of her apartment. Wait, should she be showing a stranger her new home address? But the woman waited patiently with her hands clasped together. There surely couldn’t be anything sinister about this woman.
Alex held out the piece of paper to show the kind stranger when it drifted right out of her hands. Before she could lunge for it, the woman made a few gestures like tugging on the edge of a tablecloth and the piece of paper floated right into her hand. Huh. Interesting quirk. Is it telekinesis? Or something more specific?
“You’re looking for this address?” the woman asked. Alex nodded. “Oh, this is near where I live. Why don’t we walk there together?”
“Thank you, yes. Thank you.”
She smiled and began to lead the way down the street. “I take it you just moved here?” She gestured to the bags Alex was toting.
“Literally today. I’m Alex Danvers by the way.”
“Inko Midoriya. You seem awfully young to be traveling by yourself. About the same age as my son.”
“Oh, well … I’m here for hero training. Once I get into high school, that is. I wanted to get an early start here to acclimate. My uncle stayed back in the States. He works in hero support.”
Was she blabbering? She felt like she was blabbering.
“Oh! A young aspiring hero. That’s wonderful, dear.”
They walked together trading small talk until they reached a series of apartment complexes bordered by a brick wall. The cabbie had left Alex just a couple blocks shy of where she needed to go. Mrs. Midoriya pointed out which complex she needed to go to and even pointed out where she lived in case Alex needed any help. The two parted ways—with heaps of gratitude from Alex—and the young hero finally located her apartment. After a quick once over with the landlord, she began to settle in to her new home.
It wasn’t very big but it was clean and comfortable. Alex spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking and grabbed a few essentials from the local market. It wasn’t until she put up a poster of All Might on one wall and another of American hero Marvel, that Alex felt she could call this new place home.
She stood facing the poster of Marvel with hands planted on her hips, fingers digging into her skin. Marvel flew across the image with light shooting out behind her to boost her up and away. Her quirk allowed her to harness and manipulate solar energy. Her red and blue outfit with gold accents was very American. Her blonde hair fanned out behind her with a bit of a wave to it, just like Alex’s. They shared the same pointed chin and athletic physique built for endurance and combat. They even shared the same quirk. Although they shared many physical similarities, most people didn’t realize Alex was Marvel’s daughter, but that was intentional. To a villain, Alex could always been seen as a tool to leverage her mother. Marvel had stood as the States’ own sort of Symbol of Peace. She was a powerhouse and guiding light.
That threat was moot now, in her mother’s case anyway. A shard of ice burned in her chest at the thought. It had been years since her mother died but the pain of the loss continued to haunt her, and always would.
But that’s why it was even more important that people didn’t know who her father was. Even he didn’t know who Alex was—another secret meant to protect them both. A secret kept so well that her father had no idea he had a daughter. But that was the point.
No could know she was the daughter of the greatest hero the world had ever seen—All Might.