The Fear of Uncertainty

Bakugo woke up in what he knew as a small room. He sat up quickly, regretting the action as soon as he had done so. Unlike most kidnappings, he was in a fairly nice room, sitting in a raised bed with fluffy white blankets. He was hooked up to an IV, the dripping of the bag the only sound in the white room. A single ceiling light shone above him, the stark white light emitting from it briefly blinding him upon waking up. The room smelled sterile, as if a procedure had just been done. After confirming the only way in and out of the room was through a single door to his left, he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and ripped the IV out of his arm, wincing at the small action.

No matter the case, he had to find Uraraka and make sure she was alright. She must have been, if she ended up in the same facility as him...wherever that was.

Uraraka had been awake, and very silent. She too was in a room similar to Bakugo's, the only exception was a small cart prepared with a plastic bin with blankets at the bottom next to her bed. The sight of the cart creeped her out a little, and she got out of bed quickly, taking notice there was an IV prepped but not placed in her arm. She looked down at her body quickly, noticing she was still in her work clothes, and the feeling of uncertainty grew to an immeasurable amount.

Heading to the lone door in her room, she briefly wondered if anything had been done at all, or if she had been simply transported to her room. The idea that she couldn't tell made her extremely uncomfortable, and she closed her hand around the doorknob slowly, not really sure she wanted to or should exit the room. What if her enemy was right behind the door? Or what if she was locked in? What if there was no way out? The questions were endless, and they gnawed at her mind violently.

By instinct, she reached up to her ear, calling out softly.

"Keigo...?" Her voice trembled. She remembered she didn't get a chance to get her new ear piece, because she was snatched from her apartment before she could hardly enter. Uraraka cursed to herself, then gripped the doorknob harder. Her knuckles turned white from the force, and she had to calm herself down before attempting turn it.

As soon as she moved her wrist in the slightest, she heard what sounded like a loud bang, and jumped from the door and back into her bed. She waited for a very long time for footsteps, even going so far as to float herself up to the ceiling for good measure.

When Uraraka was sure no sick psycho-mass-murdering-villain was going to enter her room, she floated back down and slowly opened her room door. She peered down the long, dark hallway, taking into account the walls and floor were concrete or some type of stone, and that wherever she was had to be underground, because it was relatively cool without any ventilation systems present. Giving herself a quick pep-talk and a quick tummy rub, she floated herself back up to the ceiling, which was pretty high for an underground facility, and crawled along the ceiling to remain out of sight. Uraraka was grateful she had managed some type of stealth-mode with her quirk, because the sight of multiple doors with large numbers taped to the outside made her already weak stomach churn even more.

There were no windows on any of the doors, and they were all shut, and tight too, which made her wonder where that loud bang had come from earlier. She wasn't exactly trying to run into trouble seconds after leaving her room, so she headed to her right instead of her left, where the sound had come from.

That proved to be a challenging idea however, because a surge of white coats came running directly towards her, unaware of their escaped victim clinging to the ceiling for dear life. 6-7 white coats scurried underneath her and dashed into a room down the hall on the left from hers, but one stayed, getting the sense that she had to be somewhere nearby. Uraraka feared crawling further along the ceiling, because she wasn't sure if she would be heard, but she was also unsure of how long she could continue to keep herself floating on the ceiling. She watched the man in the lab coat look around slowly below her, and her heart rate increased more and more, because it was clear he wasn't going to move.

Uraraka had to remind herself to calm down, and that it was going to be fine.

But it's not, she told herself. She had no idea what this guy's quirk was, she had no idea where she was or what was going on, and she had no idea how she was going to get out or find Bakugo.

It then clicked in her brain that she shouldn't have escaped. She wasn't supposed to be looking for Bakugo, and she was supposed to find out what kind of testing was going on in this lab.

She wasn't supposed to know anything, and that the level of uncertainty that kept surpassing itself with every minute was supposed to be happening. She was here to gather info, not fight it.

Unfortunately, she realized that too late, because the man under her finally looked up and with a quickness, he shot out a rope from a device on his arm, snagging one of her wrists. Uraraka tried to grab the thin rope around her arm, but an intense numbing sensation ran through her entire body and her fingertips glowed pink for a second. Her stunned mind couldn't comprehend that her quirk had been released involuntarily, and she closed her eyes as her body shut down and fell to the ground.

She didn't feel the pain of hitting the concrete floor, but she knew she'd never forget the sickening sound of two large cracks as her body slammed to the ground.

Bakugo figured out as he ran through the halls that the numbers on the door were an indicator of who was in what room, the date of capture gave it away followed by the initials of the occupant inside. His door read '0628 BK', and he searched for the number 0628 on any other door. He grew increasingly frustrated finding that every other two doors with the same couple were beside each other, but Uraraka's door was no where to be seen.

Bakugo knew he didn't have too much time to waste, and because he wasn't exactly built for stealth beyond concealing his already bare footsteps on the concrete ground, he only scanned the area about 5 or 6 doors down on his left and right. The sound of footsteps triggered an adrenaline rush in his body, and he scurried back to his room and shut the door, so full of energy that he slammed it, creating a loud bang.

If he had gone down a few more doors to his right, he would have found her.

But as he hopped back in the bed, he realized that he was supposed to be hooked up to this weird shit, and that his only real job now was to trust that Uraraka was fine as he gathered as much information as possible. He groaned loudly when he shoved his feet back under the white blankets, realizing he had drawn attention to himself by slamming his door shut, and he awaited the growing footsteps to burst in his room and hook him back up all over again.

Though he didn't have too much of an idea of what was going on, he knew asking questions would only increase suspicion, and as much as he convinced himself that he could take anyone that entered that room in the next 30 seconds, he couldn't deny it...

He was scared.

He was unsure.

He was lost.

If anything, he prayed the tracking device that had been implanted in his arm had been fully dissolved by now because if it had been compromised, they might as well kiss the shining sun goodbye. With no way of getting in contact with Uraraka or Keigo, he was alone, and he was clueless. It irked him to the fullest extent, because he wasn't the hero to go into a mission completely blind, he always did weeks of research before jumping into something. He always knew everything, and it never really occurred to him that this mission was the intel, not that he was finding intel about the mission.

Bakugo didn't even have time to process his growing concerns for Uraraka, because his door swung open and 4 people in white coats came rushing in, overlooking and analyzing every inch of his body.

"What did you do?!"

"Where did you go?!"

"You were not to get out of bed!"

"Sedate him!"

Bakugo didn't even bother fighting it, feeling a needle go back in his arm. It was the IV, and although he felt like he wasn't actually injured, whatever they had been injecting into him so far must have been pretty important for what they were doing. He felt another needle go in his arm, and he sat back, staring at the ceiling as whatever coursed through his veins stung and burned its way into his system. He suddenly heard the shouts of two other people from down the hall, and he sat up as fast as his growingly sluggish body would let him.

"Why didn't you detain her in a safer way?!" Bakugo heard first.

"She was floating on the ceiling! How was I supposed to get her down?!" He heard seconds later.

Floating on the...shit...

Bakugo knew that had to be her, no one else could be idiotic enough to crawl on the ceiling in such an unfamiliar place.

"Her arm and leg are definitely broken you piece of sh- Just get her back to her room, stabilize her, and prepare method Delta to deal with her injuries." The first voice Bakugo heard instructed the other. The voice grew louder as the woman entered his room now, and she sighed, her silvery-purple hair becoming a long blur in Bakugo's eyes.

"And this idiot, how did he get out?! I thought I requested this entire hall on lockdown upon their arrival." The woman said, stomping over to Bakugo. She grabbed his face and turned it from left to right, examining him for any signs of change or injury.

"Doctor, I'm so-" The man that had captured Uraraka had now had his own rope turned against him by the woman he called the Doctor, and he slumped to the floor.

"Excuses. These two must be made for each other, trying to escape like stupid little children on the first day," The Doctor complained. She snapped her fingers and more of the lab coats surrounded Bakugo, his hearing and vision fading greatly as faces he couldn't see and voices he couldn't really hear took over the room.

"Up his dosage." She said, grabbing Bakugo's face again. She leaned down to his face, close enough to where he could faintly make out her deep purple eyes, her sick smile spreading across her face slowly. "I've been waiting for these two, we're going to get started early with this couple. Get SoothSayer on the line, we have much to discuss."

Bakugo's eyelids felt like steel as they slowly closed against his will. He felt his breathing slow, and the world around him grew fuzzy and dark as he succumbed to the sedatives.

His last thoughts as he peacefully passed out were of Uraraka, and how he wished he would have just dropped his pride and talked to her before he never could again.