Divine Intervention

1. From the Heavens

Getting squashed by a giant bird was not how Eraserhead wanted to spend his Friday night.

He wanted to get home and finish grading papers and drink a beer before going to bed. Instead, he was out on patrol hiding out on the balcony of an old warehouse by the docks. The air smelled like salty ocean water and the night air was starting to get chilly. He'd sneaked in through a broken window and watched as some sort of deal happened below him.

He'd been following the trace of a pair of criminals whose portal quirks came in handy when delivering illegal objects from one location to another. He'd tracked down one of the said criminals to that exact location where he suspected a delivery was about to occur. Silently he watched as they began to bicker, something had gone wrong.

"The cargo should have been here by now!" said one of the goonies sitting around a poker table polishing his very deadly looking knife. "The Boss ain't gonna be happy about this."

"Any moment now, I guarantee it!" Said the man Eraser had been following, his voice quivered as another of the men at the poker table rose and grabbed him by the collar. The Portal-man activated his quirk, making a large hole appear a few feet above the ground before them. They all waited in awe for something to drop out of it, but nothing did. The portal began to warp before it disappeared in a quick flash.

"Were paying you good money for this we expect you to deliver!" the Goonie threatened again.

Portal-man tried again but no portal appeared, his eyes going wide. Eraserhead narrowed his eyes as he watched carefully. He hadn't activated his quirk, something else was happening. Suddenly a high-pitched scream rang above him before giant white feathers surrounded his field of vision and a heavy body brought him to the ground with a grunt.

***

Falling through a portal was not how you wanted to spend your Friday morning.

There you were stepping out into your street on your way to work when in one missed step you found yourself falling as a dark hole opened up under your feet. You used your light-speed to try to avoid it by flapping your giant white wings but as soon as your foot had crossed the inky field inside the portal the rest of you was immediately swallowed by the darkness.

What the fuck is happening? you thought panicked. As a pro-hero, you'd made a fair share of enemies hero and villain alike, but this was something new. Your danger instincts kicked in activating your quirk and before you knew it you pungled a few feet down and landed on something soft, or more like someone. Your scream of surprise had merged with that someone's grunt of pain as you landed on them, wings first.

Quickly you got to your feet, battle instincts kicking in, and surveyed where exactly you had landed; which happened to be an old ill-lit warehouse. The air smelled vaguely like fish and the sky outside the cracked window behind you was dark as night. You stood on the balcony overlooking crates and a small area with a table where suspicious figures, sporting assorted weapons stood looking up in your direction, their faces filled with confusion and awe.

"Over there!" One of the suspicious figures pointed as the rest ran to the stairs leading to the balcony.

"Shit!" cursed the deep gruff voice of the man you'd landed on. Long dark unruly hair, yellow goggles over tired eyes, dressed all on black except for the aforementioned goggles and the white capture weapon that hung around his neck. Eraserhead.

Your mouth hung open for a split second when you realized who he was. But there was no time to let yourself get distracted by the hero you'd admired since your shared school days. There were more pressing matters at the moment, like the small-time goons running making their way up the stairs.