MHA: UltraMan

Days Prior

Dragons soared high above the open ocean, their wings beating in perfect synchrony as they glided effortlessly through the sky. With swift, calculated dives, they plunged into the waves, emerging moments later with fish thrashing in their talons, water cascading off their glistening scales. The ocean seemed to part for them, a hunting ground claimed by their presence.

But then, a deep rumbling groan split the stillness of the night. The ocean churned violently as a massive ship plowed through the waves, its steel hull slicing through the water with ruthless efficiency. The dragons flinched, their wings snapping open in alarm. Fish wriggled free from their grasp, disappearing into the roiling depths. With sharp, irritated screeches, they wheeled away, retreating into the shadows of the night.

Inside the Helicarrier

Maria Hill stood at the forefront, her face unreadable as she addressed the two figures before her.

"You're both headed to Mexico," she said, handing over a data pad displaying the mission details.

Agent Bradford took the pad without hesitation, giving a sharp nod. "Yes, ma'am," he responded, snapping a crisp salute.

Jackson shifted uncomfortably, his brow furrowing. "Wait! I'm not built for this kind of mission," he protested. "I'm not an undercover guy—I'm the muscle."

Maria didn't flinch, her tone calm but firm. "Relax. All you have to do is wait for the target to show up. You two just need to blend in. We can't have him suspecting we have agents on the ground."

Jackson hesitated, still unsure. "Why me?"

Maria's eyes locked onto his with unwavering certainty. "The target is a Level S."

Bradford and Jackson exchanged a look, the gravity of the situation settling in. Bradford let out a low whistle. "Shit… Are you sure you want me on the ground for this?"

Maria nodded without hesitation. "Your ability to use Haki will be crucial."

Bradford rubbed a hand through his hair, letting out a slow exhale. "Thanks, but I'm nowhere near Uta's level."

Maria's gaze hardened. "Ah, yes. Uta Todoroki." She paused for a moment, then continued. "Still, you're needed. And you won't be alone—S.H.I.E.L.D. will be backing you every step of the way."

At the mention of Uta's name, Jackson's posture stiffened, his shoulders squared as a new determination flickered in his eyes.

"Are we really ready for a mission like this?" Jackson asked, doubt creeping into his voice.

Maria's gaze was resolute. "Don't doubt yourself, Jackson. There won't be any civilians—so go all out."

Back to the Present

Jackson grabbed his suitcase and unzipped it with a swift motion. Inside, neatly folded, lay his red and silver Ultraman suit. The sleek, form-fitting material gleamed under the light, with metallic silver accents tracing the contours of the bodysuit, highlighting the reinforced plating on the chest and shoulders. He exhaled, running a hand over the smooth fabric. "Man… can't believe I'm actually going to fight in this," he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

With practiced efficiency, he slipped into the suit, feeling the snug but flexible material mold to his body. The final touch was the oddly shaped helmet—its streamlined design featured large, glowing eyes and a fin-like crest.

Jackson turned and looked at his friend, now fully suited up. His friend wore a tight-fitting black and orange tactical suit, designed for stealth and agility. The suit stretched smoothly across his frame, with subtle armor plating at the chest and forearms. Fingerless black gloves allowed for precision movement, and his matte black mask concealed everything but his eyes—two red glowing lenses that flickered with intensity.

"Damn, bro, you look like a ninja—just missing the sword," Jackson teased.

His friend gave a small, tight nod. "I'll manage without it." He moved past Jackson, sliding open the glass door with a soft hiss, stepping into the warm, humid night air. The vibrant moonlit sky stretched overhead.

"Ultraman, any time now," Bradford called out, his voice cutting through the night air.

"Of course," Ultraman responded, swiftly moving to his side. He lifted his friend in a bridal carry, and together, they soared into the night sky, cutting through the air with effortless speed.

Elsewhere, Near Cancun

A large cargo ship sat anchored off an enclosed island, its numerous containers barely visible against the dark night sky. The silhouette of the vessel was just distinguishable in the distance.

A man in a flamboyant pink feathered coat, sunglasses perched on his face, and a wide grin stretched across his features descended effortlessly onto the island. His blonde hair fluttered in the breeze as he landed, exuding an air of power that matched his extravagant appearance.

With casual confidence, he strolled toward the entrance of a large factory, effortlessly slicing the door in half with a flick of his quirk.

Inside, the workers froze, their eyes wide in fear as they glanced toward the doorway. "Doflamingo, sir," one of the goons stammered, his voice shaking, as others scrambled nervously, still busy with their illicit work.

Doflamingo walked slowly, each step deliberate, his presence oppressive. "Load everything up," he ordered coldly.

The men behind him scrambled to obey, their nerves palpable. But Doflamingo's eyes gleamed with twisted amusement as he extended his strings, slicing through the workers in his path. Their bodies fell in half with a sickening precision, crumpling to the floor in a gruesome display.

"This place has been compromised," Doflamingo said emotionlessly. He turned away, unfazed by the carnage, as the lifeless bodies sprawled on the floor.

Looking up at the distant sky, his grin widened. "Looks like my sources were right," he mused, the satisfaction clear in his eyes.

The Night Sky

The wind howled around Ultraman as he soared through the night sky, his grip firm around his friend. Below, the island loomed closer. In their earpieces, a voice crackled to life.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is en route. Ultraman, it's your time."

Ultraman barely slowed as he descended, the air rushing past them. With a swift motion, he released his friend, his boots hitting the ground with a soft thud as they landed on the island. The wind's roar seemed to fade as tension filled the air.

Ultraman shot straight toward his target, his fist aimed for a powerful punch. But just as he closed the distance, something invisible yanked him off course.

"How cute," Doflamingo sneered, amusement lacing his voice. "They send you to fight me?"

A twisted laugh echoed through the air as Ultraman struggled against the strings ensnaring him, tightening around his body with unyielding force.

Laughter died in Doflamingo's throat as he met Ultraman's unyielding gaze.

"Now, die," he hissed, making a crushing gesture with his hands. The strings constricted with deadly force.

But Ultraman's resolve only hardened. His muscles surged, fibers expanding as he pushed his power to the limit. The strings scraped against his suit, cutting deep enough to draw blood, but not enough to pierce his skin. He gritted his teeth, straining against the relentless pressure.

"Shit," Ultraman cursed, his mind racing for a way out. Then, it hit him. He focused, drawing every ounce of willpower into his core. Slowly, his body began to glow with a faint, pulsing aura—Haki.

The strings trembled as his power surged, and with a roar, Jackson broke free. The restraints snapped under the sheer force of his will.

Seizing the opportunity, Ultraman lunged forward, his fist connecting squarely with Doflamingo's face. The impact was undeniable, sending Doflamingo flying back into the factory wall. He crashed through it, creating a massive hole as he slammed into the interior, the dust settling around him.

Ultraman took a steadying breath, his gaze fixed on Doflamingo, who slowly began removing his pink coat. The veins in his forehead throbbed, his expression darkening.

"So, you know Haki," Doflamingo mused, his voice cold and taunting. "This is going to be very interesting."

Before Doflamingo had a chance to react, Ultraman crossed his arms in front of his chest and released a devastating energy beam. The blast shot forward, slamming into Doflamingo's chest with a force that sent him stumbling backward. The fight raged on, the two adversaries locked in a brutal, escalating confrontation.

On the far side of the island, Bradford moved like a shadow, darting between the containers with deadly efficiency. Each strike was calculated, each movement designed to incapacitate the goons without hesitation. But then, the sharp crack of gunfire shattered the air. The goons had spotted him and opened fire, bullets whizzing past in rapid succession.

In a heartbeat, Bradford unleashed his Haki, his aura flaring with newfound power. His focus sharpened as he pressed forward, effortlessly overwhelming the gunmen. With a wave of his will, their attacks crumbled before him, reduced to nothing more than dust in the wind.

Above them, a swarm of Quinjets descended rapidly, uncloaking from the sky like dark harbingers of destruction. Inside one of the Quinjets, a young figure stood poised, her gaze locked on the chaos unfolding below. A grin crept across her face as she watched the battle intensify. "Looks like he's kept him busy long enough," she murmured, her voice thick with anticipation, her eyes gleaming with a sense of purpose.