My marvel academia (~a marvel x bnha fanfic~)

*insert tragic backstory*

The man holding the camera grabbed Tony's shoulder. "Who are you?"

"Me? Tony Stark, handsome entrepreneur, richest and biggest philanthropist since the gilded age, and a superhero. Or a real menace, according to the Daily Bugle."

"Yes. But as a superhero, who are you?"

Until this point, Tony Stark had simply used his normal name whenever he did any superhero work. But where he was going, 'normal' wouldn't fit. Tony stared at his Iron Man suits move people towards the hospitals.

"I'm...the Iron Giant." The man shook his head.

"I was actually thinking something like 'Iron Man,' like the same name of your suits?" Tony Stark paused, thinking the name over.

"Are seriously one-upping me? After what I did? Are we doing a d*ck contest now?"

"Wha-no-"

"Because if you are, it's working. That's a good one" He rubbed his beard, unaware it was still beneath his mask. "You know, that name is really good. I'll have to buy it off you."

"R-real-"

"In court of course. You named a product. My product. I'm legally obliged to sue you. Soo, Sunday works for you right? Ok? Ok." Iron Man and the other suits blasted off into the sky, leaving a crowd of astonished bystanders to witness the rise of the strongest superhero in the world.

"He's the coolest ever!" Peter yelled, "And once I get my superpower, I'll be just like him!"

"That's right," Uncle Ben hoisted Peter onto his back. "You won't just be like Iron man, you'll be better than him! I just know it!

"Your nephew won't have a quirk." The doctor sighed.

Peter's heart skipped a beat.

"What?" Aunt May gasped. Beside her, Uncle Ben stared at the ground silently.

"It's the hard truth. You see, since quirks began to appear, scientist have studied the relationship between a quirk and the body. One strong correlation is the number of joints in a person's foot. A person with a quirk would have one joint." The doctor pointed at an x-ray of Peter's foot. "Your nephew has two."

"Furthermore, we've done blood tests: there is no sign of a meta-gene, mutant-gene, or any kind of abnormal characteristic. Your son is perfectly normal...relatively."

"Just so we are clear, could you describe the quirk the boy's parents had? And yours too."

"Well," Aunt May began, "His father had a second set of eyelids that acted like x-ray vision, and his mother could heat her hands to cook food without using an oven." She sighed, "oh her homemade lasagna."

"Other than that, my quirk lets me shoot water out of my hands. And, Ben doesn't...you know."

"Doesn't have a quirk," he muttered. "That's why he's got no powers, isn't it?"

The doctor nodded, "Usually, if a child had parents with quirks, the offspring would have a combination of the quirks, or an entirely new quirk. Peter should've had some uncanny ability appear by now."

"Unfortunately, recent data suggests the possibility that if a child has siblings that, unlike them, have no quirks, the original child's offspring may also be born without a quirk. It's the same principle as brown-eyed parents having blue-eyed children; a trait in a person which doesn't affect the initial individual, but can be passed on and affect their offspring. Your....disability, is evidence of such a trait."

"Of course, you can't blame yourself. Science is a fickle thing, and we can't change the past. You could be optimistic and say that the 'data is inadequate,' but the fact of the matter is that Peter will likely never have any sort of superpower. Even with the numerous power-giving accidents that can occur, people are getting smarter. By the time he's 6, Gamma bombs will no longer be thing. And please, if he ever asks, don't set him up for some Canadian secret experiment. His body is, frankly, too weak to handle any such procedures.

Uncle Ben slowly nodded his head. "Understood. Thank you, Dr. Octavius, you were a real help."

Doctor Octavius returned a warm smile, "anything for an old friend."

As Uncle Ben and Aunt May left the room, Peter turned to look at the X-ray on the wall. Wondering how something so small could make such a big impact on him.

"Peter!" Uncle Ben called out. He had been sleeping with May until he heard a loud CRASH from the computer room. Uncle Ben ran into the room, slamming the door aside.

Peter stared at the computer; blue lights flickering over his tear-filled face.

"Everyone stay calm! Help has arrived!" the computer said. Slowly, Peter turned to face Uncle Ben.

"I...I can still be like Iron Man, wight?" Peter cried.

Uncle Ben ran over and hugged Peter. "Peter, Peter," he whispered into his ear, "You're a smart boy with a lot of talent."

"But, no quirk."

"Yes." Uncle Ben was silent. "But...it's my fault. For making you believe in heroes. For filling your heads with daring heroics. For not seeing the signs earlier. For...for making you believe in a dream I could only have every time I slept. Peter...I'm...I'm" suddenly, Uncle Ben hugged Peter; crying. "I'm so sorry Peter!"

Silently, the two of them cried their sorrows away. Several minutes later, Aunt May came in and she, too, began crying alongside Ben.

But Uncle Ben, present-day Peter thought as he looked back on that moment, you never answered my question.

That's not what I needed you to say. I wanted you to say that it didn't matter that I didn't have a quirk. I could still become a superhero...

One as great and amazing as Iron Man.

Aaaaaaaaand done
Here's a long chapter so you don't get bored during quarantine ;3
Stay safe my dudes