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"Do you see it yet?" Izuku asked as he walked up with two cans of soda, smiling at Ochako as she looked through the telescope. It was the first time they had watched a meteor shower. And to make more the merrier, Denki and Kyoka decided to meet up with them for the evening.
"The meteors should be coming within any minute according to the news," Ochako said, giggling as Izuku kissed her behind the ear. "Let's just hope the skewers don't go cold before we see them."
"There they are!" Kyoka called out, pointing up at the night sky as Denki closed the grill and wiped his hands on his apron which said: "Kiss the Cook” before taking it off and sitting in a lawn chair. The four of them looked up with bright eyes and wide smiles as they watched streaks of light race across the sky. Kyoka sat down on Denki's lap, the two of them sharing a foldable lawn chair. Denki took a blanket and draped it around his and Kyoka's shoulders.
"Izuku, look," Ochako exclaimed while looking through a telescope, Izuku jogged to her as she moved aside and gave him a look.
"Beautiful," Izuku said as a meteor broke off from the cluster and flew directly over burning through the atmosphere. The glow illuminated the sky before dimming over the horizon.
"Yes, it is," Ochako replied, resting her head on his shoulder as they watched the stars fall.
Pursuit. Light. Burning. Crashing. And then there was the cold. Pulled down by numb saltwater, he awoke. Hundreds of feet below the surface, staring up at a crescent moon that shone through the ocean depths. It all came back to him. There was a mission, lives were at stake, and their target was escaping through some device that allowed travel. Not just through the multiverse, but multiverses. A place, a time beyond that which he has endeavored. And the villain got away.
Rotating himself, he shot for the surface, breaching into a night sky. And there he took his first breath. He was on Earth, but not his own. One very different, far different from any universe he had traveled to. He had to find them, had to find others, other heroes, maybe they could help. Flying faster, further, higher into the atmosphere. He found the sun, closed his eyes, and basked. It sounded the same, but different. Voices. Laughing, shouting, crying, singing, and conversing.
And then he heard it, miles off the coast of the Atlantic, an explosion. A building's foundations rumbled, windows shattered, and the voices. So many voices. Crying and praying in need. He looked down and shot forth, the sound barrier cracking and booming as he flew forward. Those people needed help. They needed hope. They need Superman.