Authors Note: So we continue on. I own nothing.

Next Assignment

Izumi woke up with a warm blanket draped over her. So she wasn't with her father. Last time she'd woken up like this she'd been on a cold metal table with an IV in her arm. She didn't often use her third power, it took too much out of her. Her father had forced it on her five years ago as he lay dying on a table, his face destroyed by All Might. He had forced it on her and ordered her to heal him. He hadn't even given her time to adjust to the new power and it had nearly killed her. Dabi was the only reason she'd survived then. She knew who was caring for her now. She turned over in bed and groaned. An overly warm hand reached out and pushed her hair back slightly.

"Stop moving dumbass." She blinked a few times before his scared face came into focus.

"How long was I out?" Dabi shook his head at her, lifting a plastic cup and its straw to her lips. The water felt wonderful.

"You were barely conscious when that Nomu landed you on the roof. I had to call Warp for the evac. Stop talking and go back to sleep." Izumi frowned. Last time Warp had taken orders from anyone but her she'd been threatened with loosing the quirk that gave her the name they used. Izumi pushed back the blankets.

"Where is she?" Dabi caught her as she tried to get out of the bed, her legs not willing to hold her. Izumi shook her head. "Dabi where is she?" His face went in and out of focus, though if it was fatigue or the tears building in her eyes she couldn't tell. Dabi had to scoop her off her feet to get her to stop trying to get away. "Where!" It was less of a question than a demand as she tried to struggle, tears bubbling out of her eyes.

"She got a call from Him yesterday. I haven't seen her since. You've been out for nearly three days. He's angry." Dabi didn't need to tell her that. Of course her father was angry. She had failed to bring the hero killer into the fold, though that had hardly been her fault. He had seemed willing to at least speak to her civilly. If Shigiraki had just kept his nose out of it maybe she could have managed it. But more than that she'd gotten caught, used a quirk he saw as his on a hero student. She'd had to be bailed out by a Nomu of all things. She sobbed into Dabi's shoulder. He held her as she shook. This, this was why he wanted a shot at the boss before he died. He wanted to make that bastard pay for torturing his own child, physically and emotionally. She howled in agony against his coat and he held on a little tighter.

It took Iida and Todoroki a few days to corner Bakugou. They had some help from Uraraka who set up a date night with herself and Asui, Kaminari and Sero, and Kirishima and Mina. That left Bakugou undefended by his 'squad' and let them corner him in the library.

"We need to talk." Todoroki sat down in front of him. Bakugou made to stand but Iida stepped up next to him.

"We just want to talk. Please." Bakugou still looked unwilling to speak but Iida persisted. "It's about the girl from the USJ attack." Bakugou stiffened but there was a light in his bright red eyes that hadn't been there before. It was a hungry light, as if they held all the answers he'd been looking for.

"Talk." That was all he said but he'd set his bag back down and both of his hands were on the table, he wasn't about to get up in the middle of the story. Iida sat down and the two of them began telling Bakugou what really happened with Stain. The official story went that Endevor had defeated the hero killer and the Nomu had escaped with an unconscious bystander. The heroes didn't want anyone making a bigger connection between Stain and League of Villains than people were already making. Bakugou sat stock still in front of them as he listened. When they had finished he slammed a fist into the table.

"Fuck!" It was a soft hiss. Iida and Todoroki shot a look at each other.

"So you do know her." Bakugou looked at them for a moment before he nodded.

"I did." He looked around them for anyone else who could be listening. There was no one there. "You can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you. All Might is the only one who knows. Her name is Izumi Midoriya. We were close when we were kids, practically inseparable. But then her mom died and her father took her away. She never said goodbye. And now I know why. Her father was always a piece of shit, he left them after Izu-chan got her quirk. He only showed up after Auntie Inko died." Bakugou paused. "I think he's the real guy behind the league. If what she said in that alley is true, its gotta be her father making her do this."

"So how do we help her?" Bakugou blinked at Todoroki. Iida nodded.

"Todoroki is right. We need a plan. I wont stand by. This girl is far too good at heart to be trapped where she is now. She saved my life, I'd like to return the favor if I can." Bakugou grinned.

"Fuck yeah." The three of them put their heads together and began to plan.

It was nearly a week before Izumi could stand back up on her own. Medusa had made herself scares. Reassigned. It was better than what had happened to Warp. They hadn't heard from her since she'd been called by the Boss. Medusa had been afraid of the same thing happening to her. Izumi didn't blame her. She'd be afraid too. She knew what came next, she'd gotten glimpses of the plan when her father summoned her. A full scale assault on the students of UA. But it wasn't the final endgame. Her father was strong enough to take a new quirk now. And he'd found one he liked. She set down her sandwich.

"Dabi I have a job for you." He glanced up from his own food.

"I need you to go to Shigiraki." Dabi looked like he'd just bitten into a lemon not a potato chip. "He's mounting an assault on UA. I need you to be there. I need you to make sure no one dies. Please." Dabi nodded. "Help him if you must but I need you to do this for me." He nodded again.

"You got it." There was an unspoken agreement between them. Dabi would be looking after all the lives of the students but two in particular took precedence. Shoto Todoroki, and Katsuki Bakugou. She'd told him all about Kacchan when they were younger. He'd used it as a way to keep her sane the first time she'd gotten a new power. She had been eight. He'd held her as she screamed and cried as she warped in and out of his arms, her body desperate to adapt to the teleportation. He'd asked her to tell him everything she remembered about her life before. It had pulled her through then. When she'd gained the healing quirk she hadn't been able to speak for a while after so he talked about his siblings, about his mothers smile.

"And you?" She shook her head and slid her phone across the table. It was a black number, plain burner phone, one of several she owned.

"Got a text." He raised an eyebrow and looked down at the text.

'Tell me when you're healed. I have a job for you.' Nothing about the hero killer. Nothing about the fiasco in Hosu, though that hadn't been her. Nothing about her being called a bystander on national television with a clip of her being carried off by a Nomu being used to question Endeavor's effectiveness. Both of them had gotten a giggle out of that part though.

"He's got a new quirk in mind. He'll want me to keep whatever hero he has in mind alive long enough to be sure it worked." Dabi raised an eyebrow.

"You sure you're up for that?" Izumi shrugged.

"Not like I have a choice." She stood and took her phone back. She stepped over to him. He stood and she wrapped him in a hug. He froze for a second then he hugged her back.

"Izumi what's going on?" She shook her head.

"Thank you for being there for me." He gently put his hand under her chin and tilted her head up.

"Kid this sounds like you're saying goodbye." She took a deep breath.

"You need to be ready. Be ready to make your own move. You'll know when to do it. I don't know if we'll be seeing each other again after this." Dabi shook his head pushing the mask off of Izumi's face. She was pale, her freckles standing out in contrast against the stark white of her face and the pink of the new scar on her cheek. Stain had put that there and Dabi wanted to roast him for it but Izumi didn't harbor any resentment towards the hero killer. She'd found their talk rather informative, at least that's what she said. Something in her eyes had changed though. There was a resolve there that hadn't been as bright before. She pulled away from the hug and stepped over to a small bookshelf. She pulled her mothers knife out of its sheath and checked it over once before slipping the scabbard onto her belt.

"If I fail, don't try. Do what we planned. But don't go after him yourself. I won't have your death on my conscience. Not another one." Her voice shook a bit on that last sentence. He nodded.

"I won't." He was lying, he was sure they both knew that but the words were comforting at least. She stepped to the door her phone still in her hand. Grabbing her coat she swung it on and straightened it once. "And one last favor."

"Anything Izumi. You know you're like a sister to me." She smiled a little sadly as she slipped her mask back into place.

"Look after Kacchan." He nodded as she texted the number on her phone and seconds later dissolved in a familiar foul smelling black goo. He sighed and clenched and unclenched his fist for a moment. Then he nodded. He grabbed a bag and what he needed before he too left the house. He looked back at it as he closed the door for a moment before he formed a ball of fire in one hand and threw it into the still open upper window. In minutes the place was ablaze but he didn't look back as people came screaming into the streets and the howl of fire engines echoed around the street. He had a bar to get to.