For all those Shouto lovers, I apologize in advance, but the next couple chapters will be action/fight scenes which will get kinda violent. To give an idea, I'd say it's somewhere comparable to Aizawa's fight with the villains at USJ towards the end.
Shouto woke up blindfolded and bound on a hard, metal floor. On his slightly numb cheek, Shouto could feel the vibration in the floor, punctuated by periodic bumps, which signaled to him that he was in a moving vehicle of sorts. Although the chains that tied his arms to his torso were cold, the spot where Kenji's scythe had punctured his lower abdomen was warm with blood, which's crimson color stained the tourniquet over it. Aware of the precarious situation he was in, Shouto kept still and breathed in small whiffs, trying to deceive his captors that he was still unconscious.
"Can't we just get rid of him now?"
"No, if he wakes up and fights back, shoot him in the leg or something. Spinal cord is furthest you can go."
The voices came from a couple meters away. The first part of the conversation Shouto didn't need any explanation on. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, and his entire body felt cold—a telltale sign that he was losing blood fast. The second part, however, Shouto had to decipher. They're not planning on handing me back, so they must be keeping me alive as insurance—in case they're prisoner exchange plan fails. If it does, then they hold a knife up to my throat as leverage, but if it works, the instant they escape with Muscular and Moonfish back is the instant I die. Shouto felt his heartbeat pick up pace upon the realization. However, Shouto took some reassurance in the fact that Setsuna wasn't confident that his plan would succeed. This alone gave Shouto enough of a foothold to cling onto hope of escaping
But how?
Shouto considered freezing the entire truck, but decided against it when he realized that the reaction time to pull a trigger would be faster than the time the ice would take to reach the assaulter. As Shouto continued to brainstorm idea after idea of how to single-handedly escape—and quickly—he found himself coming up empty of realistic plans. Dammit, Shouto, think. You've pulled off the impossible before, like when…when you beat Aizawa-sensei with Momo and when you rescued Bakugo with Midoriya, Iida, and Kirishima. Shouto felt an odd calm come over him at the thought of his comrades, whose ace-in-the-hole operations allowed them to accomplish their goals and escape the clutches of villains. There was no way anyone could pull off such a feat alone, so with that realization, Shouto asked himself, What would Midoriya or Momo do?
Shouto replayed Momo's words at the practical exam over in his mind, "If only for a moment, a gap, a chance will open," and reminded himself of how Izuku waited until the right instant to rescue Katsuki. Right now, they're transporting me to a different location because they're afraid that the pros will find their secret base. At some point, they'll have to move me, and when they do, I'll make a break for it. With this plan in mind, Shouto waited anxiously for them to reach their intended location. Time creeped by slowly, and as the blood from inside Shouto's body trickled out, Shouto couldn't help but wonder if he had enough in him to execute his plan.
"We should be there soon," the driver called, "Get ready."
Shouto heard heavy footsteps approach him followed by the 'click' of a gun. Shouto was lying on his right side, his left side facing upwards. If I freeze the ground, he'll see and shoot me, so the only option is to use my fire, Shouto realized. As the man approached him, Shouto silently, secretly heated the metal chains on his left side—carefully controlling his quirk to avoid setting any part of his body on fire—and prayed that Setsuna's minion would reach for the chains instead of any other part of his body.
"GAH!" the man screamed as he yanked his scorching hand away.
Now! In less than five seconds, Shouto flung his feet towards the man, nailed him in the ribcage, and froze the man solid. He burned off the blindfold to see a gun pointed directly at him—its trigger and the finger resting on it encased in ice. Shouto turned around and scanned his surroundings. He was in a small, cargo truck. Behind him were double doors attached by a latch. Not wasting a moment, Shouto undid the latch with his teeth, took a step back, and rammed into the center—sending the double doors flying open.
Shouto fell towards the floor. As he tumbled on the road, he activated his right side and focused his maximum output—that of Giant Ice Wall—into an area of one square meter. He ignored the ice crystallizing all over his body and with the frostbite it threatened as he silently prayed that his chemistry lessons with Momo served him right. After his tumble came to a halt, Shouto forced himself onto his two shaky legs, struggling to balance himself with the weight of the half frozen chains. Meanwhile, the vehicle was aiming itself towards him, expecting him to run. Instead, Shouto leap directly towards it, bracing himself for the staggering pain that would inevitably result. If cast iron is exposed to a cold enough temperature below freezing, then it becomes ductile, and when it does, then it'll shatter with enough force!
SCREECH!
The driver slammed the break a second before Shouto felt pain sear up his shoulder, reminiscent of when he took a direct hit from Detroit Smash. Shouto landed on the hood of the vehicle and slammed his right foot against the window—freezing the entire vehicle solid and trapping his kidnappers inside. Afterwards, Shouto let himself slide off, landing with a grunt on the pavement. His breaths were short and cold. The lower right area of his abdomen was throbbing. He couldn't feel his right arm or hand, but when he glanced at them, there were no more chains around it.