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MHA: Bat to the Future: The Other Midoriya
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L was sitting in his office, his knees tucked to his chest on the chair as always, a small cup of tea balancing precariously on the desk beside him. Jessica sat a few feet away, hunched over her laptop. She typed rapidly, her brow furrowed as she combed through social media profiles and phone logs. The faint hum of her laptop was the only sound filling the room.
Jessica glanced up briefly. "This guy must be loaded to hire two detectives for this. Usually, people just make a burner Facenote account and dig themselves."
L didn't look up from the files spread out on his desk. "People are more predictable when they're emotionally involved. The average person will jump to conclusions after five minutes of searching."
Jessica smirked and leaned back, swiveling slightly in her chair. "And you think hiring us makes him better than average?"
L's gaze shifted to her, his thumb brushing his bottom lip as if in thought. "No. But he's aware of his own limits. That puts him marginally above average."
Jessica snorted and turned back to her screen. "Yeah, well, so far, his wife's social media isn't exactly screaming 'cheater.' She hasn't posted anything shady. No suspicious tags or out-of-town photos with random guys. The most exciting thing here is her weekly book club."
L reached for a file and flipped it open, scanning the contents quickly. "That's because people who are cheating don't advertise it on Instaroll."
"Not always true," Jessica countered. "Some idiots leave a trail so obvious, it's like they want to get caught."
"Maybe," L said absently. "But not this one. She's careful. Her patterns are too clean."
Jessica raised an eyebrow. "You got all that from a pattern?"
L suddenly stood, his movement urgent. "Stop searching."
Jessica's hands froze over the keyboard as she looked up. "What's wrong?"
He began pacing the room, his bare feet nearly silent on the floor. "Something doesn't add up. Why would someone hire two detectives—one of whom charges as much as I do—for a case this mundane? It's a suspected affair. People don't pay these rates unless the stakes are far higher than they're claiming."
Jessica leaned back, crossing her arms. "That was what I said."
L stopped mid-step, turning toward her. "He's specific. The questions he asked during the initial consultation were too pointed. He knew exactly how to frame the investigation, but his wife's behavior is too clean, too careful. She's not acting like someone with something to hide. She's acting like someone hiding because she knows someone is watching her."
Jessica raised an eyebrow, tilting her head. "That's… a stretch, even for you."
"It's not a stretch." L walked over to her laptop, leaned down, and pointed to the wife's profile on the screen. "Look at this again. The posts, the photos, the tags—they're all generic. There's no personal connection, no spontaneity. Every post is curated, as though it's meant to be seen by someone specific."
Jessica frowned, squinting at the screen. "Okay, but doesn't that just make her extra careful? Some people are obsessed with keeping up appearances."
"Too careful," L corrected. "No deviations, no gaps. Even perfection has patterns, but this one doesn't feel natural. Look closer."
Jessica hesitated, then zoomed in on one of the recent posts. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard before she muttered, "Wait a second..."
L's gaze remained fixed on the screen. "What?"
Jessica leaned forward, scrutinizing the profile. "The timestamps on these posts... they're all consistent. Too consistent. Same times every week, same types of posts. It's almost like they're automated."
L nodded. "Exactly. This profile isn't real—it's a front. A fabrication."
Jessica stared at him, then the screen, then back at him. "You're saying the wife doesn't even run her own account?"
"She might not even know it exists," L said, straightening. "Or, if she does, it's not for personal use. This account was built to be observed. It's bait."
Jessica leaned back, her tone skeptical but intrigued. "Bait for what?"
"That's what we're going to find out." L pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Sofia.
The call connected, Sofia's voice sharp on the other end. "This better be good, L. I'm in the middle of debugging a system Nero's been hounding me about all morning."
"I need you to trace an account," L said without preamble. "It's a social media profile tied to the case we're working on."
Sofia groaned. "You know I hate getting dragged into your detective jobs. What's the account?"
L rattled off the username, pacing again as he waited for her response.
There was a pause, the sound of rapid typing on the other end. "Alright, give me a second... Huh. This is weird. The account's metadata is scrambled. Most of it's rerouted through proxies, and it's pulling location pings from all over the place. This isn't your average fake account. Someone put effort into hiding its origins."
Jessica raised an eyebrow. "Effort? How much effort?"
"Let's just say it's not your usual basement-dwelling troll," Sofia replied over the line. "This is professional-level obfuscation. Whoever made this account wanted it to look normal but stay untraceable."
L's head tilted slightly, his thumb pressed to his lip in thought. "Define 'professional.' Is it a third-party system, or does it appear custom-built?"
"Custom," Sofia answered. "The metadata is a complete mess. Every location ping is rerouted through at least three proxies, and the timestamps are randomized just enough to avoid suspicion. I'd say someone with government-level resources set this up. This isn't amateur work."
Jessica frowned, leaning back in her chair. "Wait, why would someone go through all that trouble for an account to spy on a wife who might be cheating? That's overkill, even for a control freak."
"It's not about the wife," L said quietly, still pacing as his mind connected the threads. "This entire case is a misdirection."
Jessica leaned forward, confused. "What do you mean, 'misdirection'? Are you saying the husband lied?"
"Not lied. Framed it deliberately to pull us into something bigger," L said, stopping abruptly. He gestured to the laptop screen. "Think about it. Hiring two private detectives—one of whom has rates high enough to deter casual inquiries—isn't logical for a domestic issue. Add Rain's findings, and it's clear this account was never personal. It was constructed for surveillance, not expression."
"So the husband's what—a cover?" Jessica asked, her brow furrowed.
"Yes," L confirmed. "This isn't about a wife or cheating. The wife is bait. Whoever hired us wanted to see what we would find, not because they suspect her of infidelity, but because they're observing something much larger."
Jessica glanced at Sofia's name flashing on the call. "Hey, Rain. Can you dig into the husband? Any connection to companies, organizations—something that stands out?"
Sofia sighed audibly. "Do I have a choice?"
"No," Jessica and L said in unison.
Sofia muttered under her breath but complied, her rapid typing audible over the line. "Alright, give me a second. Let's see who this guy really is... Oh, you're going to love this. The husband is linked to a consultancy firm with contracts tied to government agencies. Low-profile but very well-connected."
L's eyes narrowed. "Let me guess—SHIELD?"
"Bingo," Sofia said. "This guy's firm is on SHIELD's payroll. Not directly, of course—it's filtered through a few shell companies, but it's there if you know where to look."
Jessica leaned back in her chair. "Great. So we're chasing a fake cheating scandal cooked up by SHIELD. That explains why the account's so well-hidden, but it doesn't explain why they dragged us into it."
L's voice remained calm, almost indifferent. "Because they needed investigators outside their organization. SHIELD operates with layers of compartmentalization. If they're looking into something sensitive, they can't risk internal leaks."
"Hold on," Sofia cut in. "If they're using you two as pawns, what's the endgame? Are you supposed to stumble onto something for them?"
"Exactly," L said, sitting back down and tucking his knees to his chest once again. "They set this up to look like a straightforward infidelity case, assuming we'd follow the thread and expose whatever they couldn't investigate themselves. The wife isn't the target. Someone connected to her is."
Jessica crossed her arms. "So SHIELD couldn't figure it out on their own, and now we're supposed to do their dirty work?"
"Precisely," L said. "They're testing us. Watching how we move, what conclusions we draw. If we succeed, they gain what they need without implicating themselves. If we fail, it costs them nothing."
Sofia groaned. "This sounds like Fury's style—always pulling strings, always playing chess while the rest of us are stuck with checkers."
Jessica raised a hand. "Wait. If this is Fury's game, does that mean the wife might be connected to something bigger? Could she be working with someone SHIELD considers a threat?"
"Possibly," L said, his tone as detached as ever. "But there's another scenario that's more likely."
Jessica gestured for him to elaborate. "And that is?"
"The wife is being used as cover, just like us. Someone in her orbit is the real target—someone SHIELD suspects but can't directly investigate. Our job isn't to find evidence of infidelity. It's to follow the breadcrumbs Fury left behind and uncover what he already suspects."
Jessica leaned forward, propping her elbows on the desk. "So what do we do? Keep playing along?"
L shook his head. "No. Playing along is playing into their hands. I'll confront Fury directly. Notify the boss. This involves him now."
He hung up without waiting for a response, then immediately dialed another number. The call connected after two rings.
The line clicked after a single ring. "Erwin," L began without preamble, "do you have Fury's location?"
Erwin's tone was even. "You're not planning to barge in, are you?"
"Not barge," L replied. "Confront. There's a difference."
Erwin paused, and the faint hum of background noise indicated he was moving. "He's in his office at HQ. Why?"
"Because this case isn't about infidelity or even the wife," L said. "It's SHIELD, orchestrating a ruse to investigate suspected HYDRA agents while keeping their own hands clean. Fury is playing us, and I need to make that clear to him."
"You're sure?" Erwin asked.
L stared at the phone screen. "Yes. Your boss is playing with me. It's not complicated. Fury's using us as tools in his investigation. The fake cheating case is a smokescreen for something much larger—tracking suspected HYDRA agents. He knows SHIELD's internal security is compromised, so he outsourced the risk to us."
Jessica looked up sharply. "Fury's dangling us like bait? That son of a—"
"Not bait," L corrected. "Pieces on a board. We were hired to make just enough noise to shake loose the information SHIELD needs. Fury gets what he wants, and we're left thinking we cracked some mystery."
Jessica scoffed, spinning her chair to face L fully. "That's a pretty roundabout way of doing things. If he's so concerned about HYDRA, why not handle it himself?"
L's thumb brushed his bottom lip briefly, a gesture Jessica recognized as his thinking habit. "Because he's not certain who he can trust. If the husband is linked to SHIELD, as Rain confirmed, then Fury suspects HYDRA infiltration runs deeper than anyone realized. Using us keeps his operatives in the dark and prevents leaks."
He picked up his phone again and tapped into a secondary call line. The signal clicked, and Nero answered almost immediately.
"Heard the news," Nero said.
"We've been pulled into SHIELD's mess," L said, his voice even. "This investigation isn't about infidelity. It's Fury testing how far HYDRA's reach extends within his own ranks. We're digging for his answers."
Nero didn't sound surprised. "And? You're not seriously thinking of letting him yank your leash, are you?"
"Of course not," L replied. "But his bait has value. If Fury's desperate enough to pull this stunt, it means HYDRA's deeper than he thought. That information benefits us as much as it does him."
Jessica raised an eyebrow, mouthing "us?" but stayed quiet.
Nero hummed thoughtfully on the other end. "Alright. Play it out. Keep digging, but don't let Fury walk away with all the cards. Make sure SHIELD owes us when this is over."
"Understood," L said before ending the call.
L switched back to Erwin. "Set up a call, please."
Erwin didn't argue. "Give me five minutes. I'll ping you when it's ready."
L ended the call and turned to Jessica, who was still seated in the corner, arms crossed. "Are you coming, or would you rather sit this one out?"
Jessica let out a humorless laugh. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."
Five minutes later, Erwin's message came through: "Line open. He's expecting you."
Jessica glanced over L's shoulder at the phone. "Expecting us? That's not ominous at all."
L dialed the number Erwin provided and waited. The line clicked, and Fury's voice came through, firm and unyielding. "You've got two minutes. Talk."
"Director Fury," L said, "I believe you owe me an explanation."
Fury didn't miss a beat. "I don't owe you a damn thing, Lawliet. But I'm curious—what gave me away?"
"You trust me to investigate HYDRA, yet you don't expect me to figure out your little ruse? Also, keep in mind, Director, I'm not on your payroll. Now give me a good reason to continue with this investigation, and I'm not talking about a fee upgrade—though we'll be adjusting that too," L said, his tone flat but cutting.
Fury's voice on the other end of the line didn't waver. "This isn't about money, Lawliet. You're already in it, whether you like it or not. If you're as sharp as you think, you know why."
Jessica raised an eyebrow from her chair, motioning for L to put the call on speaker. L obliged, setting the phone down on the desk between them.
"Why don't you spell it out for me, Director?" L said.
"You're useful," Fury replied, his words deliberate. "Because you're not tied to SHIELD's hierarchy, not compromised by bureaucracy. HYDRA's in deeper than anyone thought, and I need people who can work without second-guessing orders or leaking intel."
"Then why didn't you come to me directly? Why go roundabout?"
Fury didn't hesitate. "Because plausible deniability matters, Lawliet. You're not on SHIELD's radar—or HYDRA's—and that makes you useful. If you were officially involved, it would raise questions neither of us wants to answer."
L leaned back in his chair, one leg pulled to his chest. "So instead of working with me, you built a web of lies and dragged us into it. You realize that makes me less inclined to care about what you want, right?"
Fury sighed audibly through the line. "It's not about trust. It's about results. HYDRA's buried deeper than ever, and I don't have time to play by the rulebook. You have the skills to find what I need without tipping them off."
L's tone didn't shift as he answered. "So we're tools to you. Disposable ones at that."
"Everyone's a tool to someone," Fury replied flatly. "The difference is, I'm telling you the truth now. You're in this whether you like it or not. HYDRA's here, and they're watching. Every move we make, every line of communication—it's compromised. That's why I came to you indirectly."
"I still can't see how this is any of my business," L said, leaning forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk.
Fury's response was immediate. "Because HYDRA's everywhere. If they get the upper hand, it won't just be SHIELD cleaning up the mess. Everyone gets dragged into it, including people like you and the people you care about. You don't want to care, fine, but that won't stop them from making you their problem."
L tilted his head, his thumb brushing his lip again as he responded. "That's a compelling argument, Director. But let's say, hypothetically, that I don't care about your existential threat. Why should I keep entertaining your games?"
Fury's tone didn't waver. "Because you're good at what you do. And because we both know you'll dig into this regardless. You wouldn't leave a puzzle half-solved, even if you hated where it led. It's who you are."
L stared at the phone for a moment, considering. "And what happens when I solve it? You swoop in and take the credit, while I get nothing but the satisfaction of a job well done?"
Fury's tone was clipped. "What do you want?"
L's thumb brushed his bottom lip briefly before he replied. "Fair payment for what's essentially espionage. And clarity—so we're not wasting time chasing shadows."
"You already signed up when you started digging," Fury shot back. "This isn't the kind of situation where you bargain for better terms midway."
L leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk. "Yet here we are, bargaining. The fact you're even having this conversation tells me you're desperate, Director. That means I hold leverage, whether you like it or not."
Jessica glanced at the phone and smirked silently, arms crossed, watching the back-and-forth like it was a tennis match.
Fury let out an audible breath. "Fine. Double your standard rate. No complaints."
"Not good enough," L replied immediately. "If HYDRA's the threat you're claiming, this doesn't end with just one case. You're asking me to wade into a warzone without knowing where the bullets are coming from. I want guarantees—ongoing collaboration, resource access, and no interference in my methods."
"And if I say no?" Fury asked, his voice low and sharp.
"Then I walk," L said plainly. "And you can find some other investigator to deal with your problem. Maybe your operatives in SHIELD will stumble across something useful, if they're lucky."
The line went quiet for a beat, tension simmering between them. Then Fury spoke, his tone grudging but composed. "Fine. Ongoing collaboration. But access to resources is contingent on what you deliver. No free handouts."
"Agreed," L said without hesitation.
"And one more thing," Fury added. "You report directly to me. No middlemen."
Jessica raised an eyebrow, muttering, "Controlling much?"
L ignored her, nodding to himself. "Direct contact works. But if you cross me—try to manipulate or misdirect again—I'll make sure HYDRA isn't the only enemy you have to worry about."
Fury chuckled dryly. "You really know how to make friends, Lawliet."
"I don't need friends, Director," L replied. "Just clarity."
Fury paused. "You'll have the first batch of intel by tomorrow. Don't make me regret this."
"Likewise," L said before ending the call.
Jessica exhaled and leaned back in her chair. "You really know how to piss people off, don't you?"
L turned to her, his expression neutral. "It's not about angering people. It's about control. Fury thinks he's pulling the strings, but he just handed us more leverage than he realizes."
Jessica smirked. "So, what's next, puppet master?"
L glanced at the laptop. "First, we dig deeper into the husband. If Fury's theory about HYDRA infiltration holds, he's not the only piece in play. We find the connections, disrupt their network, and gather enough evidence to make Fury owe us—not the other way around."
Jessica stood, cracking her knuckles. "You really think HYDRA's dumb enough to leave a trail we can follow?"
"They're not dumb," L said, standing as well. "But no system is flawless. The smarter they are, the more they rely on patterns. And patterns can be broken."
Jessica shrugged. "Alright, but I'm going to need more coffee if we're diving into this mess."
"Make it strong," L said, already reaching for his phone again.
Nero's voice came through as soon as L's call connected. "How'd it go?"
L moved to his desk, balancing the phone on his shoulder while sorting through files. "Fury folded. Collaboration's secured, but he's still trying to steer the narrative. He doesn't realize we're steering it for him."
Nero chuckled. "Of course he doesn't. Fury's smart, but he's not you. What's his angle?"
"He's desperate," L said simply. "HYDRA's burrowed deeper than he can trace, and he's out of options. He needs outsiders—people he can burn if things go south. That's where we come in."
L glanced toward the door to make sure Jessica had stepped out to grab her coffee. Satisfied, he leaned back in his chair, "How much should I divulge? Considering the timeline, Erwin must have already solidified his position in HYDRA within SHIELD, right?"
Nero's laugh came through the line, unhurried and amused. "You're right. Erwin's exactly where he needs to be. Which means we can move forward without tipping Fury off to anything unnecessary."
L adjusted his chair slightly, his gaze fixed on the cluttered desk. "What's the plan on my end?"
"Focus on your investigation," Nero said. "Map out all the easy-to-find HYDRA agents—the ones Fury will expect you to identify. Then crosscheck your findings with Erwin's priorities. Add the ones he wants eliminated to the list you're sending Fury."
L hummed softly in acknowledgment. "You want me to hand Fury a poisoned chalice?"
"Not exactly," Nero replied, a faint grin audible in his tone. "Fury thinks he's clever, but we're the ones setting the terms here. By giving him a clean, actionable list, we keep his attention where we want it. Meanwhile, Erwin consolidates power and cleans house on HYDRA's side."
L considered this briefly. "And the agents we mark?"
"Taken care of," Nero said easily. "You and Erwin make sure they won't talk. Not about Erwin. Not about anything important."
A door creaked open as Jessica returned, balancing two cups of coffee. L ended the call without another word, pocketing the phone as she set one cup down beside him.
"Strong enough?" she asked, raising her own cup to take a sip.
He picked up the cup and took a small sip, setting it back down. "Good enough. Let's go."
Jessica raised an eyebrow, one hand still on her laptop. "Where are we heading?"
L grabbed his coat and threw it over his shoulders, his other hand gesturing toward the door. "This isn't Operation Sidechick anymore. It's time to get serious."
Both L and Jessica excelled at investigation, and with the leads they already gathered, it didn't take long for them to identify a potential suspect. Erwin's subtle guidance through SHIELD's back channels provided additional context—a name buried in the husband's consultancy firm's dealings. The trail led them to a mid-level executive named Nathan Drake, a man whose records seemed clean on the surface but had enough anomalies to raise suspicion.
"Mid-level guy in a no-name department," Jessica said as they reviewed the file Erwin had sent. She clicked through the documents on her screen. "So why does Fury care about him?"
"He's not concerned with Nathan," L said, glancing at the sparse report. "He cares about who Nathan's connected to. People like him are pawns. Disposable, but positioned to move information or money unnoticed."
Jessica leaned back in her chair. "So we follow the pawn and see which pieces he touches?"
L didn't respond immediately, his eyes fixed on a particular entry in Nathan's activity logs. "He has a meeting tomorrow. A routine conference call, according to his schedule, but the encryption on the connection is anything but routine."
Jessica smirked. "Think we can crash it?"
"We don't need to," L replied, closing the file. "We just need to be close enough to listen."
The next evening, L and Jessica parked their car half a block away from a nondescript office building where Nathan's meeting was set to take place. The building's bland exterior offered no clues to its purpose, but the security cameras on every corner and the absence of visible branding hinted at something more.
Jessica adjusted her earpiece, glancing at L as he balanced his laptop on his knees in the passenger seat. "You sure this signal's going to hold? These places usually have tech that jams outside interference."
"It will hold," L said without looking up. "Rain rerouted the signal through three relays. Their jammers won't catch it."
Jessica gave a low whistle. "I hope you pay her enough."
"I don't," L said flatly, typing rapidly.
Minutes later, Nathan arrived. He exited a black sedan, briefcase in hand, and entered the building without hesitation. Jessica sat up slightly, watching him disappear through the revolving doors. "There's our guy. Think he knows SHIELD is after them?"
"He doesn't," L said. "If he did, he wouldn't have shown up. People like him are confident in the systems that protect them. It's their greatest weakness."
As the clock ticked closer to the meeting time, L's screen lit up with activity. He tapped a few keys, his expression calm but focused. "They've started. The encryption is stronger than I expected."
"Can you crack it?" Jessica asked, her tone curious but not concerned.
"I already did," L said, tilting the laptop slightly so she could see a string of data streaming across the screen. "It's just a matter of filtering out the noise."
The audio feed finally cleared, and voices began filtering through their earpieces. Nathan's voice was the first they recognized, formal but slightly nervous.
"…that dog sniffing around, and now Pierce is missing," Nathan said, his voice sharp through the feed. There was a pause, the sound of shuffled papers faint in the background. "We can't afford another screw-up like this. Director won't tolerate it."
Jessica frowned. "Director? You think they mean Fury?"
"Unlikely," L said. "The tone suggests someone higher within HYDRA's structure. Fury isn't part of their chain of command."
A second voice spoke, lower and calm but with an edge. "Pierce was careless. He overestimated his position and underestimated who was watching. If you're implying that means the rest of us are in danger, maybe you're in the wrong line of work."
Nathan's voice returned, a little tighter now. "SHIELD's been too quiet. That's never a good sign. If they know what we've been moving through this branch, they're waiting for us to make the next mistake."
Another voice, gruff and irritated, chimed in. "And whose fault will that be? You're the one insisting we keep these operations running at full capacity. You know as well as I do SHIELD isn't our only problem anymore."
There was a tense silence. Jessica exchanged a glance with L. "What do they mean by 'not our only problem'?"
"They might be talking about a third party," L said, his tone flat as he jotted down notes.
The gruff voice continued. "The vigilantes. The masked ones. You've seen the reports. They hit one of our depots in Greece last week and cleaned it out. No survivors. No traces. You think they're going to stop there?"
Nathan muttered something under his breath, too faint to hear. The other man snapped, "Speak up."
"I said, those freaks are ghosts," Nathan replied, louder this time. "Every move we make, they're already ten steps ahead. How are we supposed to counter that?"
"You don't," the calm voice interjected, carrying a quiet authority that silenced the others. "You don't waste resources chasing shadows. You refocus on what matters. SHIELD. If the masked ones come, we handle it then, but right now, Fury is the threat. Not them."
The conversation on the feed shifted back to Nathan. "What about the shipment? If SHIELD or—whoever—gets their hands on it, we're done."
"It's already being moved," the calm voice replied. "Different route, different handlers. Even SHIELD won't catch it in time."
Nathan sounded unconvinced. "You're sure?"
"If you're that worried, why don't you personally oversee it?" the gruff voice snapped. "Oh, wait—you're too busy hiding behind your desk."
"Enough," the calm voice cut in. "We're not turning this into a blame game. Focus on your assignments. We regroup once the shipment is secure. Until then, no unnecessary movement. If SHIELD gets so much as a whisper, Director will make Pierce's end look merciful."
The call ended abruptly, leaving a momentary silence in the car. Jessica tapped her fingers against her knee, processing what they'd heard. "So, the shipment's the big deal here. Any idea what they're moving?"
"Not yet," L said, closing his laptop. "But we don't need specifics to know it's important. If this Director's putting pressure on them, it's something critical."
Jessica exhaled slowly. "This just keeps getting better. So, what's the move? Do we let Fury know, or…?"
L shook his head. "No. We act first. If Fury gets involved, he'll bring SHIELD's usual hammer-down approach, and HYDRA will scatter before we learn anything useful. We follow the shipment, identify the players, and keep Fury out of it until we're ready."
"Risky," Jessica said, crossing her arms. "You're betting HYDRA doesn't notice us tailing them."
"I don't bet," L replied, opening a second laptop and pulling up a satellite feed. "Sofia already tapped into their comms. We'll know their route before they do."
Jessica snorted, smirking slightly. "That's comforting. Who is this Rain?"
L glanced briefly at Jessica before starting the car. "A friend."
Jessica scoffed lightly but didn't push further. Instead, she turned her attention to the files open on her tablet, scrolling through the information they had on Nathan Drake and the other names connected to him.
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