Chapter 2 (Version A)
The first thing Izuku realized was that he was cold and wet. People around him were running and screaming in panic. People? There had been a couple of kids playing further down the street but...
He looked around and saw that he was no longer on his street but somewhere in the middle of a city intersection and the sunlight was wrong, like early afternoon rather than evening.
He took a step forward, hoping to figure out what was happening and almost tripped. He looked down to see that the clothes he was wearing were way too big for him. The only thing he recognized was his journal clasped in his hand, now dripping with water.
"Well, aren't you just the cutest little kid! It almost makes me feel bad."
Izuku looked up to see a woman with pointy ears, water dripping from her mouth as she took a step toward him.
"What… where…how…?"
He made to step back but tripped over the too big pants he was suddenly wearing and fell with a startled cry.
Suddenly, he heard sirens in the distance. Someone had called the police.
The woman reached down and snatched him up. "You've already made a big enough scene. We'd best be gone before they get here." She reached out and snatched him by his wrist. "With the bounty the League put on you, I'll be set for some time."
With that, she dragged him down an alley as he struggled to escape. That was until a second person appeared and stuck him with a spur on the side of his thumb and he suddenly felt his muscles loosening.
Suddenly, it was all he could do to hold tight to his journal as he was carried through a series of alleys and back streets, trying to figure out what was going on and how he'd ended up in the grasp of villains miles away from home.
Izuku listened to the conversation of his captors as they carried him between the alleys, talking about how surprised at how easy a catch this had been. He understood that the barbed man had some paralytic poison quirk.
"Look at him clinging to that book in his hand," the poison guy stated.
As he reached for it, Izuku whimpered.
Izuku was surprised that they were carrying him through the streets in open daylight. They boarded a train and sat in separate locations, the woman carrying him, his hands tucked in his lap with the notebook clasped between them. From the looks he caught through half lidded eyes, he realized how it must look. Someone carrying an exhausted little kid, probably a family member or friend of the family. Wasn't an amber alert going out for him?
Was a quirkless kid worth one?
Izuku kept track of where the train stopped. Funnily enough, he caught glimpses of an alert for an older boy who did look a lot like him on some screens by the second stop. But nothing for him. He wished he could say he was surprised but who had time for some random quirkless boy, honestly?
He hoped the older boy was okay and someone found him soon, too.
Eventually they stepped off the train. He took in as many details as he could as they proceeded to a dingier part of the city.
As he listened, he caught on that the woman had done something by spitting water on him to make him helpless. Odd, he couldn't think of feeling any different when he'd first been grabbed, just being soaking wet and somewhere other than his neighborhood. Before he could piece together what must have happened, they had reached some trashed, closed, condemned hotel where they slipped inside.
Izuku was starting to be able to move his limbs again as he was set down. So, not a permanent or even long paralytic. The man who paralyzed him talked to the woman about going and finding one of the contacts for the "League" to pass him off to.
They discussed hiding him until the people showed that they would actually pay. Then he was gone.
He didn't even bother to paralyze Izuku again. 'That means he doesn't expect this to take long,' the boy realized.
The woman carried him into a room. As she set him down, Izuku quietly curled up into a ball, protecting all his sides as he quietly observed his surroundings: a guestroom closet.
"You make one sound and I'll kill you," the woman stated. He nodded his understanding, although he knew better. Death was probably assured if he sat here and did nothing. He heard the lock click and listened to the woman walk away.
Izuku looked down at his too-large pants, fighting the last effects of the paralytic as he rolled the legs up but gve u that approach, as the cuffs got in his way. Instead, he unrolled them, removed them and looped them around his waist, so that he could tie the legs into a knot to secure his billowing shirt as well as the oversized boxer shorts beneath. It was not pretty, but serviceable.
He had to figure out what was going on. Whatever it was, it was bad news for him.
But first things first.
Izuku didn't know who this "League" was but he was sure that he didn't want to meet them. Especially not in a closed off corner with nowhere to run.
He had to get out of here.
Izuku looked up and saw a shelf in the little light seeping through the cracks of the doorway. He tucked the spine of his journal into his mouth and jumped up to grab it. As he lifted himself up, he thanked his lucky stars that whoever designed this building hadn't been thinking and that the people who'd snatched him up were amatures. There was an actual vent in the closet. Now if he could just slip off the grate somehow, then he could climb in and find a way to sneak out. He reached to his pants pocket and was glad to find his pen, although he didn't know how much it would help.
Izuku set his journal down and took his pen apart, placing the tip into the grooves of the screws to start spinning them out of the rusty grate that they loosely held in place. He wasn't sure how much time had passed as he worked, just that whatever he had was running down. As he spun the last screw, the pen's tube busted, spilling ink all over him. He silently cursed, using Kacchan's new favorite word but he knew it could be worse. He may have had to deal with slippery hands for most of this. Instead, he only had to struggle a few moments more before he was rewarded as the last screw fell off. He removed the grate, careful not to make any noise as he placed it down.
Then he grabbed up his journal and proceeded into the ventilation shaft, hoping he didn't make too much noise as he moved carefully within. He quickly found a section going in the direction opposite the main entryway and followed it.
So, when I wrote this, I assumed that AFO would have left some funds behind for the League of Villains. Seeing as he can afford to fund the creation and containment of all those Nomu, I figured that he could easily leave the LOV with lots of money. I figured Shigaraki wouldn't be above putting prices on the heads of UA students, although he'd offer more if they were brought to him alive so he could kill them himself.
Clearly, I guessed wrong about the funds and I'm not sure if Shigaraki would have done this with them or not.