He moved before they did. A quick upward turn of his left arm leaving powerful explosions flying everywhere, scattering the clutter of villains in front of him.
Burly threw himself to the side while the two-woman ducked out of the way, using some sort of wrist shield to block majority of the damage.
Not leaving them enough room to gather themselves back together, Bakugou quickly advanced on his closest victim.
Lanky of course so him coming and kicked at him. Electricity dancing across her entire body. Ducking low as to avoid the electrical charged leg aimed for his face, Katsuki swung his own leg out sideways, kicking the woman's feet from right under her. And not waiting a single moment for her to gather her balance, he smashed his fist downward and right into her shocked face.
The woman hit the ground with a sickening crack of her skull. Bouncing once then twice before her body twitched and stilled.
Not dwelling on the small moment of victory, Bakugou scoffed scornfully and blasted off from the ground, barely missing the giant hammer aimed at his back.
Cursing under his breath, he tried to propel himself mid motion in the air, his aim being to land behind burly and try and catch the idiot with an explosion fueled spin, but his body decided yet again to betray him, and all Bakugou managed to accomplish in the throats of pain, was to land awkwardly against the wall and watch both standing villains corner him where he stood.
Fuck.
Bouncing lightly in place he prepared himself for the onslaught of attacks coming his way, and sadly he wasn't disappointed. Burly being quick for his size was the first one to throw himself at him, Bakugou twisted his legs around, and flung himself out of the way. Kicking out at the same time and catching Psycho-mouse on the side.
She moaned in pain and he slipped past her downed guard to get behind her and slam a fist full of pent-up fury right between her shoulder blades. Gasping, the tiny woman stumbled uneasily before the shock knocked her down to her knees.
Feeling smug, he tried not to let that sense of satisfaction distract him as once again Burly managed to disappear and reappear too close for comfort.
At this point there was no doubt in Katsuki's mind that the silver-heard man could turn invisible or at least hide his presence somehow. Which made the giant of a creep even more dangerous. Skipping back a couple of steps to yet again put some distance between him and the requiring villain in front of him, Bakugou simultaneously made sure to send off a couple of explosions in the direction of the man. Hoping at least one of them would hit him square in the face.
Unfortunately, all his flimsy attacks missed the man. Bursting against the wall instead and resulting in debris flying everywhere in a cloud of dust, making it even harder for Bakugou to keep track of the man that was already tricky to keep an eye on. Coughing away the dust, the blonde gritted his teeth as the pain he'd been feeling like a dull echo in the back of his mind broke through his composure.
God, he wanted to throw up.
Legs shaking under him, Bakugou bit back a groan of pain. 'Focus,' he told himself, as his lips drew back into a snarl. 'Focus damn it!"
The fatigue most have set in more than he was aware of, because for a split second he lost track of the nurse, and he paid dearly for that lapse in judgment.
Suddenly a fist connected to the back of his elbow.
He didn't even have time to fully register the crunching sound his arm made before he was pulled back by the hair and with a strength befitting of Deku sent flying through the air. Suspended there for a breath of a moment, Bakugou didn't even have a time to think of lessening the damage of the impact, before he was cutting through the clutter of hospital chairs by the corner and slamming into them, back first with a painful thud.
He screamed.
The crushed bones feeling like mush where his elbows used to be. And Bakugou didn't think he'd ever felt such agonizing, burning chasm of utter physical suffering in his life.
Laying there on the ground, he found himself staring lifelessly at the cracked ceiling.
Mouth still open in a silent after image of his throat wrenching wail. He didn't know how long he'd cried out, how long he'd been overpowered by his own pathetic pain, but by the time he gathered his senses under him, Bakugou found himself face up on the cold hard floor. Fallen chairs uncomfortably digging into his back.
Blinking sluggishly, he tried to take in a deep breath. When that didn't work, he tried to pull himself back on his feet. Lifted his shaking right arm to support his weight so he could rise from the ground.
He couldn't.
His body refused to move.
Fuck.
Laughter filtered in through all the fog clouding his mind, and he could distinctly hear Burly unmasked glee as the creepy man laughed his fucking head of at his predicament.
Maybe this had been a bad idea? Maybe everything he'd ever done resulting in villains laughing at him should have served as a fucking warning. Bakugou should have just remained in that stupid car and just listened to Aizawa-sensei. This was his fucking fault. He once again got himself caught up in shit he couldn't handle.
Head leaning against the cold metal of a broken chair, he swallowed down the iron taste in his mouth. Blinking away the warm sticky blood seeping sluggishly from what he was sure was a cut above his eyebrow, he desperately, once again attempted to push himself back on his feet. Ignoring the sickening burn coursing through his entire body in waves. Still-
The attempt was futile, and from the increased chuckles surrounding him, it must have looked pathetic too.
He sighed. A corner of his mouth lifting up humourlessly while his eyes welled up in frustration.
Aizawa-sensei was gonna kill him. Hell, Bakugou might even let him if these villains didn't steal the honor first.
He could hear them walking towards him. Katsuki wondered if the Pikachu rip off had regained consciousness yet. If she had joined her comrades in his mocking. He wondered if they were gonna kill him slowly.
'Fucking hell Katsuki', he thought annoyed. 'How much more embarrassing are you trying to get. Snap the fuck out of this!'
Since when had he become such a fucking bitch?
Biting his bottom lip till it bled, he tried to gather back what little semblance of sanity he had left to focus his dulled senses back on his surroundings.
He knew if he didn't end this now, he was going to die. His body couldn't take much more of this, but how?
Blinking again up at the cracked ceiling where he lay, Bakugou found himself focusing more and more on the ugly scars decorating the massive white wall above his head.
...Oh...
When the villains came to a stop just a couple of feet away from him, the blonde's panic died down and he found himself grinning.
This was perfect. The patchy plan forming in his head wasn't foolproof, but damn if it wouldn't be effective.
A forced smile plastered on his face, Bakugou could have chuckled with glee if just the thought of the action didn't make his ribs cry out in protest.
When the villains didn't come any closer, his smile turned even more sinister. How fucking precious. They were still being cautious around him despite his downed form. He would have felt flattered if he wasn't already annoyed.
"Hey Burly," he called out instead. The giant man moved slightly in his peripheral vision.
"Yes pretty boy?" The tiniest bit of uncertainty colored his tone. He must have felt uneasy about the feral look he was sporting.
Bakugou's smile widened even further. "You should be careful about where you stand moron!"
With that, he raised his right arm with all the strength he could muster and sent off the biggest explosion his broken form could handle.
Right at the ceiling.
Deku style.
He almost laughed at the thought. How fucking rich.
The explosion hit, and the ceiling gave away beautifully.
No one had time to react. Their surprised shouts made Katsuki's inside glow with pride.
When it all came crashing down, Bakugou barely managed to roll out of the splash zone. Elbow and side blinding him with pain all the way
Coughing harshly where he lay, Katsuki wondered if caved ceilings were now going be his thing. Shaking his head to expel the bizarre thought, he tried to focus back on the scene.
Dust and debris covered every inch of the previously pristine hall way, and where the villains had once stood was nothing more than a pile of rocks, stones and pile of metal beams.
He'd just buried at least two people alive. Three, if the black woman had managed to join her teammates, and Bakugou didn't know how to really feel about it all.
But there was no time to dwell on his supposed murder victims, because he had a hero to save, and not a lot of fucking time to do it.
'I'll worry about it later,' he thought, as he put his least abused arm under him and pushed himself onto his knees. Making his vision swim all over again. 'I'll think about it later'.
It was a fucking nightmare to get back on his feet, and after he managed that miracle, it was an even worst nightmare to stay standing on them. Leaning against the wall with a heavy, gut heaving sigh, Katsuki let his body rest for approximately forty-five seconds, before he forced his tired eyes back open and started to push himself forward.
He couldn't afford to rest now. He needed to save Best Jeanist.
He couldn't fail.
He wouldn't
Still- taking the elevator was out of the question. The kidnappers already had a head start on him and who knew what they might have done to the elevator mechanics if they've already gotten off.
No.
Instead with a half-baked idea forming in his head, Bakugou slammed the staircase door open, ripped off more of his shirt to tie his elbow together more firmly and planted his feet under him. Sending a quick prayer out for his short-term survival, he picked up a piece of broken wood from the ground, clenched his teeth around the item and blasted off up the staircase.
Navigating and twisting his body around to avoid the sharp turns while simultaneously making his way through all the floors at breakneck speed would have been tricky on his best days but now, in this situation, in his condition-
Fuck
It felt fucking suicidal.
Slamming shoulder first at the corner leading up to the fourth staircase, Bakugou managed only with sheer determination not to close his eyes from the fever inducing pain.
Fuck fuck fuck.
He needed a twenty-four-hour sleep after all this. Preferably not in a grave.
Hitting another wall again after a miscalculated too-sharp of a turn, Bakugou almost lost his balance and was barely able to regain it so he could keep going.
'Not too long now. I just have to fucking hold on.'
Just hold on.
When he finally laid eyes on the rooftop door, vision blurry and teeth almost biting through the wood, Katsuki had just enough time to register its presence and swiftly twist around so his legs faced the glinting metal door and kick it open with a bang.
Tumbling gracelessly onto the roof, he didn't waste time laying around. Pushed himself up onto his feet once again out of sheer stubbornness and determination.
His mind didn't fully grasp the helicopter, the noise, the escape plan being discussed over a communication system. His brain was far too gone for that. Instead his eyes zeroed in on the villains surrounding Best Jeanist hospital bed, and he glared through sweat soaked hair, blood caked eyes and bruised eyelids. He glared with the fury of thousand suns.
Opening his mouth, Bakugou let the wooden piece hit the floor with a soft clack, before he licked his chapped lips and spoke gruffly through force passed the exhaustion. "Give him back you fucking lunatics or I'll fry you alive!"