~Amy's POV~

I woke up early Saturday morning, much earlier than the sun. In a daze I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled to my wardrobe to change. Sleepily, I made my way to the door. Dad agreed to take me with him to train with Midoriya so I could train too. I decided I wanted to be a hero too, thanks to Midoriya's passion.

Dad was already awake and fully functioning as I stepped into the kitchen trying to stifle a yawn. I wanted him to know I was serious about this and I was going to try my hardest. Trying my best to wake myself up and sound coherent, I forced myself to smile, "I'm ready." My voice came out much groggier than I had intended and I mentally kicked myself.

Dad turned around and choked on a laugh before smiling at me as if I'd done something endearing, "Princess, you're still in your pajamas."

What? I looked down and sure enough I was in pajamas. It was so hard for me to function this early that I had changed into different pajamas. Groaning, I turned around and stumbled back to my room to change into real clothes.

When I returned to the kitchen Dad laughed, "Amy, honey, those are just different pajamas. Maybe your subconscious is telling you to stay in bed."

I glanced downward, "not again!"

Dad chuckled and steered me back to my room, "Maybe you should stay home and rest."

"No, I can't." My voice came out whinier than I'd expected, it was too early. "I have to try my best." I protested.

Dad smiled and went to my wardrobe. He returned a moment later with a pair of sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt that were sure to drown me and hide my body. I was too tried to protest and went to my attached bathroom to change. As I stepped out of the bathroom I got tripped up by the baggy sweatpants and nearly collided into one of my bookcases.

A strong arm caught me around the middle and righted me before any injury could befall me. "I don't think this is going to be very good to train in." I frowned as he set me on my feet and made sure I was alright.

Dad gently pat me atop the head, "it's alright, your wrist is still healing. You're not supposed to be overdoing it so I just want you to practice with your quirk today." He smiled.

It felt like I was getting the kiddie training regimen. I nodded my understanding though it was lacking enthusiasm. Perhaps he was just going to have a difficult time being tough on me, but how was I going to improve if I had to do everything with training wheels? Deciding I wouldn't let it get to me or make any judgements until after my cast came off and I could go back to doing things as normal, I followed him out the door. The doctors did tell him I shouldn't be doing a lot of physical stuff until my wrist was healed so I'd give him the benefit of the doubt that he wasn't just being overprotective.

We arrived at a beach that looked more like a landfill than a beach. There was garbage and discarded appliances everywhere. It was awful. How could anyone let a beach fall into such a state of filth? As we arrived, I spotted Izuku already stretching and warming up. He looked up and I was swept into his bright green gaze. His freckle specked cheeks reddened as he spotted me.

"A-Amy." He stammered adorably, "G-good Morning."

Dad looked between the pair of us with a groan before realizing he hadn't been greeted, "what am I, chopped liver?"

Izuku looked beside me and jumped, "ah! Oh! Hey All Might. Good morning." He smiled nervously as he reached up to scratch the back of his head while babbling incoherently. Dad didn't seem too thrilled about being an afterthought.

"Good morning, Izuku." I greeted him with a shy smile.

"Good morning." He said with a dreamy smile.

"You already said that." Dad grumbled with a shake of his head.

"Oh!" Izuku exclaimed and scrambled to his pale blue duffel bag. He shuffled around for a minute before retrieving a reusable bag with a bookstore logo on it. "I got you something."

"Young Midoriya, I'm not exactly a bookworm." Dad frowned upon noticing the logo on the bag.

Izuku blushed, "...it's for Amy..."

"What?" I squeaked as I felt my face begin to burn. "M-me?"

Izuku nodded and approached me. Once he got within a meter I looked curiously at dad. He tensed but didn't stop him. I nervously accepted the bag unsure if I should open it or not until I realized they were both watching me expectantly. I opened the bag and felt my heart skip a beat; it was a new copy of the book I'd dropped in the alley the other day.

"That's the one you lost, right?" Izuku asked worried he'd gotten the wrong one.

"Y-yeah." Tears welled in my eyes as I was moved by the gift. "Th-thank you, Izuku. You didn't have to go through all the trouble."

Dad cleared his throat as I made a move to hug Izuku and I shyly took a step away from him. We went right to training after that. Izuku stayed near the middle closest to the parking lot we'd arrived at, he was moving things by hand to dumpsters. Dad told me to practice with my quirk to move things from the waters edge and the far ends of the beach closer to the middle so Izuku could get to them quicker. Things went smoothly for a few hours, till the sun came up. I was on the far end of the beach close to the rocky bluffs when I activated my quirk to pick up a busted dishwasher.

As the broken dishwasher shifted, I heard a strange hissing sound from beneath it. What was that? Dad had Izuku running sprints on the beach to take a break from all the heavy lifting. He jogged in my direction as I lifted the dishwasher out of the ground. My heart stuttered in my chest before freezing in pure terror as several snakes came spilling from the hole where the dishwasher had been. It had been covering a snake nest.

A blood curdling scream escaped me and I turned to run as the snakes slithered toward me hissing angrily. Panicked, my quirk went berserk and things started to fly into the air at random.

"Amy!" Izuku and Dad yelled as they both rushed toward me.

Izuku was closest and let out a red-faced nervous yelp as I dove into his arms with tears in my eyes. "A-ah! W-what happened?!" He stammered as I trembled uncontrollably. He let out another yelp though it sounded more terrified than panicked.

"Amy!" Dad appeared next to us in a split second, "Ah! Princess, calm down." His voice sounded like it was getting further away.

"Ah! All Might! You're flying!"

"No. I'm. Not. You. Idiot." Dad sounded like he was strenuously flailing his arms.

I chanced a glance upward and saw him trying to swim through the air but failing miserably as he was caught in my quirk. Out of the corner of my eye I saw two snakes floating in the air next to me and hurriedly threw my arms over my head with a squeal of terror and cowered.

"Amy. Honey, it's okay. Everyone is calm. You're calm. Young Midoriya is calm. The snakes are calm...well okay they're terrified but I bet they'll be calm when you put us all down. Dad is calmly heading toward the sun." Dad's voice kept drifting further away which only made me panic more.

"Ah! All Might!" Izuku panicked before dropping into the sand next to me. Why wasn't he flying away too? He clasped my hands in his pulling them away from my face. "You're amazing, Amy." He beamed.

"Huh?" His words startled me enough I was able to drop my hold on everything. There was a series of thuds behind me and I realized I must have accidentally picked up a lot more items. In the distance we heard a splash as Dad dropped into the ocean. The snakes slithered away as fast as possible once they were back on land.

"That was amazing." Izuku had stars in his eyes, "I had no idea you had such a strong quirk." He grinned before babbling like a loon, "ah! N-not that I thought you had a w-weak quirk or anything, I just didn't realize it was so great! Ah! No, not that I didn't think you were great befor-." He was rambling again.

I couldn't help but giggle at his bright red face and incessant babble. "Thanks, Izuku."

Dad sloshed to the shore a few moments later and breathed a sigh of relief as he realized I had calmed down. "Hey, no touching." He groaned as he realized Izuku was still holding my hands.

"Ah! Sorry!" Izuku shot away from me with a panicked yelp before turning and running away to continue his sprints.

I watched him run away and looked to all the stuff I'd moved during my mini melt down. There was a lot of old appliances that looked really heavy. That would explain why I was starting to feel a little light headed.

"I'm sorry." I bowed my head apologetically; I hadn't meant to interrupt Izuku's training or send dad for a swim.

I felt a warm hand fall atop my head and smiled as he ruffled my hair affectionately, "it's okay, Princess." I chanced a glance upward and noticed his ever-present smile begin to falter, "are you alright?"

I nodded, but my legs felt somewhat like jell-o so I wasn't sure I'd be able to stand and opted to stay sitting in the sand.

Dad knelt in the sand beside me looking thoughtful, "I have a question, about your quirk."

I gave him my full attention.

"When your mom and I were partners, I noticed she always moved her hands when she used her quirk. I noticed you don't do that, would it help?"

I blanched a little. "It gets stronger...and it scares me..."

"Huh? It scares you, why?" Dad asked worried.

I bit my lip and activated my quirk before taking a deep breath and waving my hand at the discarded appliances in front of me. Several refrigeration units crunched as if they'd been gripped by strong invisible giant hands, there was a screeching sound as the metal began to bend and cave inward, being crushed by an invisible source. Everything went flying as I tried to move them gently. It was as if those same invisible giant hands had just smacked all the heavy metal appliances that had just been crunched and sent them flying across the beach landing on the opposite side among the refuse.

When I looked up at dad his eyes were wide. He caught me looking at him and smiled, "don't worry, honey, we'll just practice." His smile was reassuring but his eyes held worry, like mom's did when she first saw. That was why I didn't use my hands, it freaked mom out and now it had freaked dad out. It was too dangerous. It was too strong and unpredictable and whenever I tried to fix things I'd just over correct and cause more problems. It was too unstable to work with. My quirk was too unstable in any capacity but at least just using my mind I had a better handle on it.

I nodded my head meekly and shakily got to my feet. After practicing for hours, having a panic and then using my quirk at full power, I was unsteady. Noticing I was shaky on my feet, dad swept me into his arms.

"Maybe it's time for a break." Dad suggested.

Video- "I Scare Myself" By Beth Crowley