Chit Chat

Bakugo looked at Uraraka for a while when the door was closed, leaving them in the quiet, still, and creepy 'hospital room'. Seeing how he reacted when he first saw her made Uraraka a bit uneasy, and she looked around nervously from her wheelchair as the silence intensified. The shock of seeing Bakugo in such a state of disarray still hadn't worn off, and judging by how he looked, they must have been gone longer than the single night they originally assumed. Clearing her throat gently seemed like a gun went off to Bakugo, and he scrambled over to her side frantically.

"Any idea where we are...?" Uraraka asked. "Or how long we've been gone?"

"Are you okay?"

The silence that ensued after was thick. It was heavy, it was deafening, it was...painful.

"Yes, I am." Uraraka replied, knowing that a delayed answer would be like torture to the man beside her. It was a bit weird, considering that they were on the brink of patching things up before they were kidnapped. Uraraka kind of disregarded it as she slept, figuring that this life-or-death situation would just resolve the issue on its own, but of course, life didn't work like that. Bakugo didn't work like that.

"We need to talk." He said bluntly, not wanting to stress her out with his concern. He was wildly upset she had been hurt, but more so upset this only happened because he felt as if he wasn't focused enough to keep her safe, instead carrying on some petty grudge he could have dropped two weeks ago. But again, this was life, and it was the principle of the matter in his mind.

"Can we kind of figure out what's going on here..?" She said timidly. It didn't take a genius to know what he was referring to, but she just didn't think now was the time, or even if they should. Chances were, they were being heavily monitored.

"I need to say this." He insisted, looking up at her from his place on the floor.

"I really don't think-"

"Ochako, please."

The Doctor switched off the cameras and mics in Bakugo's room, simply turning away from her large system of screens and other equipment. She had heard enough from that moment on, and while it would've killed her to know what was going on, she took the risk of staying out of it.

While she deemed it necessary to know everything about her 'patients', something had to be real in the midst of these tests and trials, and if her two most interesting subjects weren't on good terms, she couldn't force them to be okay.

The Doctor figured she could give them a break, seeing as neither hero had a steady concept of time, and it was nearly impossible to tell what time of day it was or even the day itself. She had been monitoring them for so long, keeping them under constant sedation, that it actually didn't occur to either Bakugo or Uraraka that they had been missing for 2 weeks, their most vital genetic information stolen and constantly looked at. In fact, the Doctor could confidently say another week of research and some eventual testing, and she'd have everything she needed for the perfect soldier.

But, before she could process and create a forced genetic mutation made from Bakugo and Uraraka, she supposed she could give them some downtime, a little food, and at least the idea of comfort and privacy before forcing them to confront a shared evil product between them.

She was evil, not a monster for heaven's sake.

"Are you sure?" Uraraka asked. Bakugo was busy searching for any and everything that could be camera, heeding to Uraraka's one request of scouring the room for any bugs/monitors.

"They're here, but they've all been turned off." He assured her, a wave of nerves crashing over him when he looked at her uncertain, wavering eyes.

"I'm sure you know more about these things than I do anyway..." She said looking down, more-so to calm herself. She hadn't been on too many missions were she was being watched, so she hadn't really brushed up on her recon skills in a few months. "So um...what is it?"

Bakugo didn't really know what to say anymore when she looked up at him again, maintaining eye contact this time. She looked scared of course, but there was a softness to her face that he hadn't seen in a while, really since high school. He saw the Ochako Uraraka from UA, a petite little girl that hadn't yet been exposed to the cruelties of the world they lived in. He saw the bubbly, innocent, and bright little teen from all those years ago, who chased her ambitions in full drive, wanting to prove anyone who doubted her dead wrong.

Except, something about this little girl looked wrong, horribly, terribly, severely wrong. Her face was soft, but it was tired. It didn't glow like it normally did when she hurled petty insults at him in the office, and it wasn't so full of life, but instead dragged down by worry. Her voice was quiet and monotone, like she had been stripped of the bells that twinkled everytime she laughed, the kind of laugh he often heard passing by her loud conversations with Mina. She looked dead inside, like a little girl that had been ripped of all promises in life.

Bakugo supposed those were the cons of the job, but he was sure she had been in many situations where her life was at stake, where everything she knew was a lie. For her to be so lifeless this early on in the mission meant that there was something he wasn't quite picking up on yet. It angered him a bit, feeling as if she had a bit more insight on the extent of their situation, but he also felt bad knowing that she came into this situation less than herself because of him.

"It's about us.." He started, noticing his throat felt rather dry suddenly.

Uraraka didn't really know if she should say something, or if she should let him continue and get it over with, because he just looked so...worn out. He looked like a shell of himself, and she was sure this is how he would've ended up if he never surpassed Deku since high-school. And while she could say his personality was less than ideal back then, he used to be so energetic, so ready-to-go, so confident in himself and his ability win. It was clear he never gave a fuck, couldn't if he had one to give, but now, he was frantic, he was worrisome, and he was controlling. It was upsetting to her, and she wanted nothing more than for him to spark his palms up and demolish this weird place they were in.

But knowing the reason he probably looked so ran-down right now was because of her immaturity, she sighed and extended her unbroken arm, signaling for his hand. She wasn't aware she was shaking until he grabbed her hand and it stilled, but she definitely felt her nerves running high.

"I made a mistake." She said first, catching herself and him off-guard. But she continued, her mouth moving faster than her mind would stop her from doing so. "I know what I did was stupid, and I know I should have never gotten you or Keigo into this mess, it was something really dumb of me that could have cost us a lot more than it already did."

Bakugo looked at her, not really expecting such a formal apology, he always thought this was going to start with Uraraka in a crying mess. He looked at this woman before him, whom he had been envisioning as a little girl, and he acknowledged her level of maturity and personal growth in the amount of time it had been since they last had a real conversation.

"If I knew all of this was going to happen...I would've never made a choice." Uraraka looked away from him when she said this, and for a moment it masked her sincerity for shame. But Bakugo just kept looking at her, waiting for her to finish, because it obvious she had more to say.

"I...I would've never made a choice, because...well, uh, because..I would've just had you."

Now, the crying mess he had anticipated started up, and he did his best to comfort her from the confines of her wheelchair. Now he actually didn't want to apologize, because hers kind of blew his out of the water.

Bakugo knew the matter wasn't who's apology was more sincere than the others, he knew this. But damn did he feel childish about this whole situation. He cleared his throat after letting her cry for a few moments, and stroked the hand he was still holding with his thumb softly.

"I shouldn't have stepped in at all, your business with that damn Hawks wasn't mine to fucking begin with," He told her quietly. He ignored her surprised gasp and took a long deep sigh. "Maybe I should've just let you fuck around with him, or maybe I should've just fixed this my damn self, but shit...Ochako..."

"I just couldn't get you out of my head." Uraraka blurted out. The two adults looked at each for a very long time in complete silence, silently processing the words of the other. It was very clear the feelings were mutual, but going about the process of admitting it after working through their main issue did seem to prove a little bit tougher than either imagined. It wasn't exactly the best circumstance to be lovey-dovey either, given their current conditions, and Bakugo took note of this in Uraraka's tired eyes.

He scooped her up from her wheelchair, ignoring her sleepy protests and grunts of slight pain, and he gently put her into his one bed the room offered, making sure she was comfortable.

"I hate that these fuckers did this to you," He said, looking at her as a whole. Feeling the stress of the day and his wound up emotions relax, his body suddenly felt slow, and his eyes felt heavy. He gently placed himself in the bed beside her, turning on his side to face her and give her as much room as possible for both of her casts. "Is this okay?" He asked her.

Uraraka nodded and sighed, unsuccessfully trying to bring his head to her chest. When he did it himself, she smiled softly to herself in content and closed her eyes.

"Enough chit-chat okay? We've got a lot of bigger problems to handle now."

The Doctor turned on the monitors and mics again after a few hours, content with the recorded image of her subjects sleeping in bed together. She turned to her loyal and ever-present side-kick, SoothSayer, and smiled that same devious little smile.

"Enough of the bullshit. I think we've gathered enough information." She said, a hint of impatience in her voice.

"But, we have another scheduled week of research." The SoothSayer argued.

"Like you haven't seen it all, old man," The Doctor droned out. "I think we're ready to begin the process." She slid a pair of black glasses on her face and snapped, calling in 3 little white-clad assistants to her. "We're good to go, little ones," She cooed out to them. SoothSayer watched in disgust as the white-clad bodies jumped around and murmured incoherently in excitement. He had an idea this woman was sick...but he never imagined this was the lengths she'd go to.

"Turn on the gas, and fill the room," She instructed.

"Those two are going to be insatiable."