MHA: UltraMan

The rumble of the helicarrier's engines echoed through Jackson's room, the vibrations stirring him from a restless sleep. His eyes were heavy with fatigue, but he forced himself up, stumbling to the window. Outside, the helicarrier steadily ascended into the skies, the clouds parting around its massive form.

Jackson took a deep breath and activated his quirk, a surge of energy flooding his body. Unlike most people, he didn't need coffee—his quirk provided all the boost he needed. Feeling instantly refreshed, he moved through his morning routine. A long, hot shower eased his muscles, and he slipped into his black spandex suit. It fit snugly, hugging his body and allowing for easy movement—perfect for the day ahead.

As he stepped out of his quarters, he found Maria Hill leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed.

"Good, you're awake," she noted, her sharp eyes studying him. "Follow me."

Jackson didn't hesitate, falling into step behind her as they navigated the winding corridors of the helicarrier.

"This is your first official day," Maria began, her voice in a business tone. "As you know, S.H.I.E.L.D. has agents stationed all over the world, handling everything from intelligence gathering to undercover operations. In your case, it's all about stopping the bad guys." She gave him a sidelong glance, her expression unreadable. "Not every hero gets clearance to operate internationally. Most are stuck operating in their countries . But as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, you have the freedom to operate anywhere the United Nations has jurisdiction in. That's why you joined, right?"

""Yeah, that's right," Jackson confirmed, his voice steady.

Maria nodded. "Good. Then let's get you set up."

They stopped at the threshold, and Jackson's breath caught in his throat. The room hummed with energy, screens flickering with streams of data that bathed the walls in a cool blue glow. Machinery lined every inch of space, wires coiling along the floor like serpents, feeding into consoles buzzing with activity.

At the center of it all, a circular platform gleamed under the piercing lights above. Its metallic surface was polished to perfection, reflecting the maze of technology around it. Blue lines of light traced its edges, pulsing steadily, almost like a heartbeat. It looked alive, waiting—anticipating.

"Step on the platform," Maria instructed, her eyes fixed on him.

Jackson hesitated, his heart thudding in his chest. He took a deep breath and moved forward, each step echoing off the metal walls. The platform was cold beneath his feet, its surface impossibly smooth. The moment he settled into place, the floor shifted. A low hum filled the air as the platform sank, the ground swallowing him slowly.

The room rose around him as he descended into a chamber below. Metal rings unfolded from the walls, their surfaces shimmering with blue energy as they rotated, scanning him from head to toe. He stood still, arms at his sides, trying to control the shiver of anticipation running down his spine.

Suddenly, compartments opened around him, and robotic arms shot out, their movements precise and calculated. They encircled him, weaving through the air with mechanical grace. One by one, pieces of exoskeleton slid into place along his limbs, cold metal hugging his body. Each piece clicked in with a solid snap, forming a framework that felt both strong and impossibly light.

Then came the plating—panels of deep crimson and gleaming silver slid over the exoskeleton, locking into position with a hiss. The armor molded to his form, flexible yet firm, every piece fitting together like a complex puzzle. Thin lines of blue light coursed through the suit, crackling with energy as the armor came to life.

A final arm descended, holding his helmet. It hovered for a moment, as if sizing him up, before lowering onto his head. Darkness engulfed him, his own breathing echoing inside the metal shell. Then, the HUD blazed to life, digital displays flashing before his eyes, calibrating, analyzing. His vision adjusted, the room reappearing through the helmet's enhanced optics.

Jackson flexed his fingers, and the suit responded instantly, his movements fluid and natural. Power hummed through every joint, strength radiating from his core. He felt unstoppable.

The platform began to rise, carrying him back to the main floor. As light poured in around him, he caught his reflection on a mirrored panel. Crimson and silver armor gleamed under the lights, lines of blue energy pulsing through the design. The boy who had walked in was gone. In his place stood something more—something powerful.

Maria's voice snapped him back to reality. "Suit looks good on you, kid."

Before Jackson could respond, a new voice cut in, firmand commanding. "Friday, initiate a full-body scan."

He turned to see a woman with blonde hair tied back in a sleek ponytail, glasses resting on her nose. She moved with purpose, her eyes fixed on the translucent device in her hand, screens of data reflecting off the glass.

"Affirmative, Mrs. Parker," Friday's voice chimed, the AI's tone smooth and efficient.

Suddenly, his HUD shifted, projecting a holographic display of his own body, every detail exposed. Jackson's shoulders tensed, a flicker of insecurity tightening his chest.

"Full body scan complete," Friday announced.

"Thank you, Friday," Mrs. Parker replied, a smile touching her lips despite speaking to an AI.

"Just doing my job, Mrs. Parker," Friday responded smoothly.

"Uh, who are you, and why are you scanning my body?" Jackson asked, his eyes narrowing.

The woman looked up, her glasses catching the light as she smiled. "I'm Gwen Parker, your assigned scientist. I'm here to make sure your gadgets—and you—stay in top condition." She tapped on her transparent device, data flickering across the screen. 

"Are you getting enough sleep?" Gwen asked, glancing at the data on her device.

Caught off guard, Jackson hesitated. He hadn't been able to sleep properly for the past week—not with everything going on. 

"No, but it's okay. My quirk helps me stay—"

She cut him off, her tone firm but not unkind. "Sorry, but I'm going to need to speak to your doctor. You're running at 66 percent capacity right now. I'll get him to assign you sleeping pills."

Jackson winced. He hadn't realized it was that bad.

Maria Hill stepped in, her tone serious. "Jackson, right now, you're the only S-Class agent in SHIELD. Every nation is looking at you to be the next Captain Marvel. Your mother was, and still is, one of the most powerful heroes—though most of her work was off-world. The United Nations is counting on you to be the one to step into those big shoes and carry the legacy forward."

"Yeah, but there are already so many great heroes, like All Might, for example," Jackson said, a hint of frustration in his voice. "I don't get why they're putting so much pressure on me."

Maria nodded, understanding. "It's understandable. But All Might is in Japan, and there are other nations that don't have a symbol of peace. They're looking for someone to fill that void, and they see that potential in you."

Gwen watched the scene unfold, her expression softening. "Listen, don't worry too much about what others think. You need to get proper rest and take care of yourself first."

Jackson nodded, his fingers still twitching with the lingering energy from the suit as Gwen continued her tests. The steady hum of activity around him, the Shield agents moving with purpose, barely registered in his mind. He was lost in his thoughts, his exhaustion creeping in from all angles.

After a while, Gwen handed him the small bottle of sleeping pills. "Take these, and rest properly," she said, her voice soft but firm. Her words seemed to echo in his mind as he turned to leave.

The platform hummed as he stood on it again, the heavy metal of his suit sliding away, piece by piece. The cold air brushed against his skin as the armor parted, leaving him vulnerable and raw. He could feel the weight of the day, the pressure settling like a heavy fog over him.

He walked back to his quarters in silence, the corridors blurring around him. The door clicked shut behind him, and he finally allowed himself to drop onto the bed, his body sinking into the soft mattress.

The world around him faded, and within moments, sleep claimed him—quiet, deep, and unyielding.