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The scene then cut to the present. The squad was walking along the beach, sand crunching under their boots, until the sudden echo of an explosion shook the air—remnants of the chaotic fight from the first team. Bloodsport instantly snapped to attention, pulling out a piece of metal that shifted and unfolded in his hands, transforming into a sleek weapon.
Several of the students leaned forward in surprise, their eyes widening.
"Some kind of quirk?" Medaria muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else. He tilted his head, trying to puzzle it out.
"I don't know," Melissa responded softly, squinting at the screen. "It looks more like technology to me…"
Melissa's hand shot up politely. "Excuse me, Mr. Seven," she asked, her voice carrying a note of genuine curiosity, "what year does this time period take place in?"
Seven paused, his gaze flicking toward her. "It's around the time where quirks started appearing for the first time."
The room buzzed with whispers.
"Wait—does that mean…?" Kaminari leaned forward, startled.
"No," Seven cut in firmly, "this isn't the start of superpowers for them. It happened much earlier. How long ago… you'll find out later. Just focus back on the movie."
And they did.
Onscreen, Bloodsport asked about the situation, his voice tense. The calm voice over comms reassured him that it was an extraction mission. Bloodsport gave a sharp nod, then motioned for his team to move through the woods to reach their destination.
Peacemaker raised an eyebrow. "Is there a blockade?"
"There is," Bloodsport confirmed.
"Then how do we get in? Especially with King Shark with us?" Peacemaker pressed.
"That's true," Battle Fist muttered from his seat, half to himself. "What's his mutant quirk? King would stand out, making the squad easy to spot."
"That's only assuming Blackguard told the new government about Team Two," Phantom Thief countered. He crossed his arms, thinking aloud. "And even if he did, it's not a guarantee that he knows the members of the second team."
"I don't think they know about the fact there's two teams," Medaria interrupted, shaking his head.
Onscreen, Bloodsport's startled reaction to the distant explosions proved the point. Waller even had to explain it was a distraction, making it clear that he wasn't aware of the other squad at all.
Ida adjusted her glasses, speaking with cool logic. "That makes it safe to assume the two teams don't know about each other."
Those listening nearby nodded along, finding her reasoning sound.
"Wait—if they don't know about each other," Kaminari blurted suddenly, "then why did Peacemaker worry about King Shark?" His question left several of the students frowning in confusion.
"Actually, it's very simple," Gang Orca's deep voice rumbled from the side.
Everyone turned as he straightened, arms crossed. "Heroes with mutant-type quirks are easily recognizable to the average person. Depending on how drastic your mutation is, the more you stand out. And if you are famous enough then That applies even outside your own country."
He tapped a finger against his arm. "Once, I visited a friend in London. A citizen—someone who didn't even know my name or what country I came from—still recognized me instantly just from my appearance." He gave a small, almost sheepish cough. "Sorry. I got a little carried away."
Some of his fellow heroes chuckled.
"But what I was trying to say," Gang Orca continued, "is that the same applies to villains. Peacemaker must be concerned because King Shark might be famous enough for people outside of his country to recognize him."
The explanation clicked, and the students nodded along, understanding the situation more clearly now. Their gazes shifted back toward the screen.
Among them, Spinner had overheard the conversation. A tight knot of concern twisted in his stomach. His disguise when going out in public wasn't very good, and the thought that people could spot him instantly—without needing a name or reputation—gnawed at him.
Before he could dwell on it further, complaints rose in the room. The screen had frozen, halting the movie. Spinner stiffened, guilt prickling across his face. He immediately knew it was his fault for not paying attention the screen freezes if not everyone is paying attention he quickly pay detention back not letting his teammates know it was him who was paying attention
Back on the screen, the squad trudged into the woods, weapons low but eyes alert. Bloodsport's voice broke the silence.
"I don't know."
Peacemaker immediately jabbed back, puffing his chest out. "You're the leader, right? Aren't you supposed to know what to do?"
Bloodsport shot him a glare, his voice sharp with venom. "Eat a bag of dicks."
Without missing a beat, Peacemaker grinned and declared, "If this whole beach were covered in dicks, and someone told me I had to eat every single one of them for liberty? I'd say, 'no problem.'"
The absurd confidence in his tone hung in the air. In the audience, several students blinked in confusion, while a few others looked downright disgusted. Ashido gagged a little under her breath, while Jirou gave him a deadpan stare as if trying to process whether he was serious or just insane.
"You know," Kirishima muttered, raising a hand hesitantly, "that actually brings me to something I've been wondering. Why's he called Peacemaker?"
That question made the entire class fall quiet. They hadn't considered it before, but Kirishima had a point.
Bakugo scowled, arms crossed. "He just said he'd eat a beach full of dicks for liberty. That's not exactly normal. Sounds more like something a freaky villain would say."
No one seemed to have an answer, so naturally, their eyes turned toward Seventh.
Seven tapped his chin, weighing his words. "It's not too bad if I give you the surface answer. At least, part of it." He leaned forward slightly, holding everyone's attention. "It's very simple. He'd do anything for peace."
He made a gun gesture with his fingers, pretending to pull the trigger. The motion landed like a gunshot itself, making the meaning crystal clear.
The realization sent a ripple of unease through the room. Some of the students stiffened, anger flashing in their eyes. Others shifted uncomfortably, unnerved by the idea of someone so casually equating murder with peace.
All Might's face hardened, his usual warmth gone. His fists clenched ever so slightly. The villains in the audience, however, turned cold—glaring daggers at Peacemaker. They had assumed he was one of them, someone But this? This was different. This was killing in the name of "peace," and it made them despise him more.
The only exception was Stain. His eyes, which had drifted in boredom until now, snapped toward Peacemaker with sharp focus. He leaned forward, intrigued. To Peacemaker the first person with at least somewhat of heroic intentions in this film that showed up but because he kills people, he was obviously not a true hero but again he's the closest thing to a hero while he saw in this film so he prefers to pay attention to him but that wasn't a full reason for some reason. He felt some sort of connection towards peacemaker but he doesn't know what it is yet.
Back on the screen, Ratcatcher tilted her head in confusion. "Why would there even be a beach full of dicks?"
Peacemaker shrugged. "I don't know what madmen think."
Bloodsport stopped walking, his tone dripping with contempt. "You use 'liberty' as an excuse to do whatever the hell you want." He turned and walked off, clearly finished with the conversation.
But Peacemaker's voice followed, loud and cutting. "At least I don't kill people for money!"
That line struck the audience harder than anything else. A hush fell across the students as they pieced it together. That was the truth—Bloodsport wasn't just a soldier or mercenary. He was an assassin.
Some of the younger students gasped, their eyes wide. For many of them, assassins were just figures from movies, news headlines, or horror stories whispered in hushed tones. Now they were watching one, live, on screen.
The pro heroes reacted differently. Aizawa's expression didn't change much, but his narrowed eyes showed recognition. As an underground hero, he had crossed paths with assassins before—people who thrived in the shadows as much as he did.
Endeavor, however, looked more serious than usual. He had the highest number of solved cases in Japan, not just because of relentless patrols, but because he involved himself in every type of crime—bodyguarding, organized crime, contract killers. He had fought assassins before, and he knew how dangerous they were.
All Might, too, understood the weight of what they had just learned. His record was built on hope and inspiration, but even he had faced killers who lived in the dark corners of society.
Hawks, on the other hand, leaned back with a faint smirk. He hadn't dealt with assassins the same way as the others—because more often than not, he was the assassin.
Back on the screen, before Peacemaker and Bloodsport could escalate into a fight, Ratcatcher turned the attention elsewhere. She pointed out the strange condition on Polka-Dot Man's face. His skin was covered in glowing, multicolored lumps, each pulsing faintly in the dim light. The squad shifted uncomfortably, and in the theater, the audience mirrored that same unease.
"What the hell is that?" someone whispered, the words slipping out before they could stop themselves.
"Is that some kind of disease unique to this universe?" Midnight muttered, her eyes narrowing.
Nezu adjusted his paws against his chair. "No… I think it's a side effect. Likely tied to his quirk
The other teachers nodded at his reasoning, and the students murmured in agreement. Unlike in DC where powers with side-effects or drawbacks are extremely rare in their world it's extremely common powers without drawbacks are rare in their world.
Back on the screen, Peacemaker tilted his head at Polka-Dot Man. "That's a rash?" he asked, deadpan.
Before anyone could comment further, another explosion rocked the battlefield, the thunderous noise making several students flinch. Harley Quinn burst back into frame, sprinting desperately through gunfire and chaos. Toga bolted upright, her voice cutting through the theater. "She's still alive!"
The outburst startled several people, but Toga didn't care. Her eyes were locked on Harley as if willing her to survive. Harley dived into a crater, the camera following her down into the dirt where Javelin lay bleeding out, riddled with wounds.
Some of the more sensitive students quickly averted their eyes. Uraraka clenched her fists in her lap. Shoji quietly extended an arm to shield Eri's line of sight, even though she was already burying her face against Mirio's side.
On screen, Javelin coughed, forcing his iconic weapon into Harley's arms. And then, with one final breath, he died. Harley stared at the weapon, her confusion turning to anger. She slapped his chest and screamed at him for handing her his javelin without explaining what she was supposed to do with it.
The sheer absurdity of it made a few of the audience members stifle chuckles, though the mood was still heavy. Toga and Twice leaned forward, speaking almost at the same time. "Why did he give her the javelin?"
The rest of the League groaned, slapping their foreheads. "You two really don't get it," Spinner muttered, though none of them bothered to explain. Still, a few of them secretly filed the idea away—if they ever found themselves in a similar situation, maybe there was some value in handing over a weapon to someone they trusted most.
Back on screen, Harley peered out from the crater as soldiers surrounded her. Her frustration boiled over. "He just gave me this javelin, and now he's dead, and I don't even know what I'm supposed to do with it!" she shouted.
This time, more of the students outright laughed, unable to help themselves. The blunt honesty of her words lightened the otherwise brutal moment.
The camera cut again, this time to Rick Flag sprinting through the jungle. Relief washed over some of the watchers. "Rick Flag survived!" a few of the students and even a couple of the pros muttered with surprise.
But the relief didn't last. Within moments, Flag was cornered, surrounded on all sides by armed soldiers. Endeavor swore under his breath, frustration written across his face. "Dammit…" He couldn't hide his anger—Flag was the only person in the squad who had shown consistent leadership and decency. To see him captured felt like a blow.
Stain's glare burned into the screen. He may not have viewed soldiers as heroes, but in his eyes they were still men putting their lives on the line for something bigger than themselves. Watching them crush Flag's resistance twisted his stomach with the same frustration Endeavor felt.
In the theater, Toga sniffled. Spinner and Twice noticed and immediately leaned toward her, trying to offer comfort as her voice cracked. "Harley's captured…!"
Midoriya slumped in his seat, guilt heavy on his expression. "They all died," Uraraka whispered beside him, her voice small and weighted with grief.
Ida pushed up his glasses, his voice trembling as he tried to restore some order. "Not… not technically. Flag and Harley survived. At least…" His voice faltered, betraying his own shaken state.
The room was silent for a long moment after that. Even those who laughed earlier now sat with grim faces. No matter how absurd, chaotic, or comedic the squad's antics had been, the reality of what happened on that beach was undeniable. The first team was gone.
And everyone in the theater felt the weight of that failure.
(From now on, I will be updating once a week in this day exactly but an exchange the chapters would be a lot more longer than usual)