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...okay I was just trying to use the hype to hide the fact the chapter was a day late, it's not much of a Halloween chapter at all, sue me. Family plans got in the way of my writing. Hope you enjoy regardless!

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"This means someone is talking."

'This means someone is thinking to themselves.'

This means it's a flashback.

*This means it's a sound effect!*

{This means I'm speaking in a different language!}

Angel in a Gilded Cage

The Kamino ward of Yokohama city. A metropolis known for its busy commerce center and its nonstop nightlife. Being part of the Kanagawa prefecture, it was several hours away from the valley the Yūei training camp resided and a few less from the hospital that the students were brought to after the incident. One wouldn't immediately guess it was the location of the League of Villain's hideout, due to how impossible it would be to travel such a distance in so little time without being spotted by the alerted authorities.

Then again, most people didn't have a warping quirk.

The streets were filled with crowds of party goers. Young men and women jumping from club to club looking for their next thrill shared the space with groups of office workers and salary men, slamming back alcohol while complaining about their jobs and employers. In their youthful excitement and drunken stupors, every one of them passed by a dark alleyway without giving it a second glance. If one were to walk down it, they might have discovered a dingy bar locked behind a beaten up, metal door. Counterproductive to such a place of business, the neon sign over the entrance barely functioned, just enough power flowing through it to light up one or two characters in the establishment's former name, forgotten after it was purchased by the current owners.

Behind closed doors, the League of Villains milled about the building, relaxing and enjoying the media storm their actions had created. The more excitable members were hanging out on the barstools, chatting loudly amongst themselves.

"Man, I still can't get over how crazy things got in that forest! Did you guys see me?! I was so brave!" A man in a black and white bodysuit and mask crowed before hunching over and squeaking in a different, shameful voice; "I almost wet my pants."

"Aww, don't be sad Twice buddy!" Toga Himiko cooed, leaning over and giving the older man a pat on the head. "It happens to all of us. I always make a mess when I have fun on dates and stuff."

He looked up at her and sniffed. "Y-You sure?" He asked, followed by him sneering with condescension. "So what if I do?!"

A large hand clapped supportively on his other shoulder. Sitting on Twice's left was a tall, broad shouldered individual with long auburn hair, dressed in a light red short sleeve shirt and white tee, blue jeans and a pair of dark shades.

"Don't worry about it. You did your job perfectly and that's all that matters." Magne told him, their metal beam wrapped in cloth resting against the bar next to her.

Twice scoffed. "Well of course I did! I'm awesome!" Then he wilted again. "I'm sorry I smell…"

"So what? At least you don't stink of cigar smoke like that robot guy!" Toga giggled, jabbing a thumb to the back of the room. "Probably handsomer too! He looks like he headbutted a car!"

The trio continued to laugh, unaware or just not caring that Wilhelm was sitting at the booth silently, staring at them with his mechanical eye. This was why he didn't like working with others, always preferring to be a one man army. You never have to worry about the incompetence of others if you never have to deal with them. Normally when someone was talking shit about him, he'd simply end the conversation with a metal fist to the teeth. That option was becoming more and more tempting, especially with how impatient he was getting with now action for the last two days, the Shigaraki brat ordering them to lay low.

Instead, he growled and tapped his finger against the table. He wasn't used to this subterfuge bullshit. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't kill any of the League and blow his cover. As strong as he was, he didn't know if he could take everything they had at their disposal.

Especially those "Nomu" things. Gross.

Though that annoying school girl did have a point. He had suffered more damage than he anticipated chasing his primary objective. None of it was lasting or hindering of course, just some tearing of his epidermis. But due to the fact that it was on his face, it would attract attention, none of which he wanted moving forward with the plan. Especially since he hadn't had the chance to repair Wolf yet, his lethality cut down by about a quarter.

Standing up, he left the confines of his booth. The three villains briefly glanced at him due to the sound of his heavy boots hitting the floor.

"Going to the can. Need to fix myself up a bit." He grunted. It was less of an explanation and more setting up an alibi. He didn't want any suspicion.

They seemed unfazed and turned back to their conversation, thinking little of it. Stepping out into the hall, he passed a few doors until he reached the cramped, but clean restroom.

Wilhelm closed the door behind him and locked it before standing in front of the mirror. His marred visage starred back at him, the right half of the artificial skin being burned away by the horned girl's acid two nights prior, revealing the chrome skull underneath, the red light from his eye reflecting off the glass.

'First things first.'

Unbuckling the top clasp on his jacket, he exposed his shoulder. The skin above the left side of his collarbone parted and from within his body, a small antenna lifted out until it was above his head. The dish unfolded and let out a soft beep.

A status window opened in front of his eyes.

/TRANSMITTER ONLINE… ESTABLISHING CONNECTION TO HYPERION NETWORK… CONNECTION SUCCESSFUL… ENTERING CREDENTIALS… CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED… AWAITING MESSAGE…/

Without a twitch, his thoughts were converted into text.

/TEXT: ASSET RETRIEVED. LEAGUE UNAWARE. POLICE + HEROES ACTIVELY SEARCHING. AWAITING EXTRACTION FOR SITE GAMMA-12. END OF TRANSMISSION. /SEND MESSAGE TO HJ69? YES OR NO?/

He confirmed and an hourglass flipped itself over a couple times.

/TRANSMISSION RECEIVED… SEVERING CONNECTION…/

Wilhelm blinked and the text box closed. The antenna beeped again, folded itself up and retracted into his shoulder and was concealed by his skin in seconds.

Now with that out of the way, it was time for repairs like he said.

He slipped a hand into a pouch and pulled out one of his storage spheres. A miracle of science concocted between the underpaid employees of Hyperion's R&D division and himself, it contained and deployed complex machines within an orb the size of an apple.

'Figures Top Hat can do that too.' Wilhelm grumbled, pressing the single button and holding it out. A flash of light and hovering over his palm was his support drone Saint. Unlike Wolf, this machine had no weapons. It was of a similar shape, about a third smaller and painted a much more passive white with blue stripes along with a decal of eyes plastered on the front plate.

Saint's singular blue eye flickered and regarded its master. "Hey there Alpha! What can I do for you?" It asked in its light artificial voice.

"I need a patch job."

"Sheesh, no kidding." The drone remarked dryly, floating up in front of his face to get a closer look. "If you were half as much of a badass as you make yourself out to be, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"I don't recall coding you any sass, lousy rustbucket."

"A bad craftsman blames his tools. Lucky for you, my repair routine is flawless. Hold still and I'll get to work."

Wilhelm did so, leaning forward onto the sink basin while facing the mirror. His creation flew up to his side and a small nozzle extended from under its eye. It hissed and began to spray thin lines of replacement polymer onto the exposed area, knitting the fake skin tissue along the edges together. It kept going up and down, around and around, laying down small patches from where the previous layer had been burned away. It was a methodical, time consuming process, though he counted his blessings that didn't take nearly as long as 3D printing used to. Rather than a full day, the job was done within tens of minutes and before he knew it, his cheek, jawbone and nose had been restored.

Saint retracted the nozzle and flew up to Wilhelm's eye socket. A small compartment opened on the top of its head and a tiny arm brandished a replacement contact lens. The arm extended and his red mechanical eye was briefly clouded as the cap was set overtop and screwed in place.

"And there we go. Operation complete!" Saint cheered, floating back to let Wilhelm inspect himself in the mirror. He blinked his eye, his false pupil expanding to let his real visual lens see through. Running a hand over his cheek, he pulled at the fake skin, testing how it stretched and squashed together.

"Good shit." He muttered and held his hand out.

"Of course it is. I'm a professional. Now give them hell!" Saint said, before its eye flickered off followed by its body folding in on itself and in another flash it was nothing but a sphere.

Pocketing the drone, the cyborg turned and opened the door.

He was met with the grisly face of the League's pyrokinetic, Dabi if Wilhelm remembered correctly. The young man looked up at him, an amused sneer stretched across his lips, the corners of his mouth stretching in a grotesque manner thanks to the staples going up the side of his cheekbones.

"Hey. You were in there a while. Having problems bearing down, old man?" He asked, making Wilhelm scowl.

"Fuck off you little shit." He growled, pushing past him and starting to walk down the hall.

"Now come on, is that any way to treat someone showing a little concern for his fellow villain?" The pyro continued. "If you didn't have a good reason for being in there, Shigaraki-sama might think you were up to something."

Wilhelm paused and looked back, eye narrowed in suspicion. "You threatening me boy?"

Dabi's sneer widened as he stepped closer. "Now why would I do that? We're all working to make Stain's vision a reality. Therefore, we all need to be on the lookout for those who are not as… committed as they say." His eyes glittered with amusement, as if alight with his cerulean flames. "What do you say, old man? Are you with us?"

Wilhelm grit his teeth, doing everything in his power to not morph his metal fist and snap this rotten, metal faced brat's neck like a twig. Was Dabi onto him or was he just trying to get under his skin? The pyro was no more trustworthy than himself, rather, he seemed to have a blatant disregard for Shigaraki's authority. He obeyed his orders yes, but always with a sarcastic quip or playing dumb just to get a rise out of their leader.

Wilhelm closed his mouth, counting down in his head. That's probably what this was. Poking at him to try and make him slip up. Either he learned of Wilhelm's true intentions or he just had some fun at his expense, a win win for him.

'I'm not going to give you the satisfaction you little shit!' He thought, leaning forward until their faces were mere inches apart.

"No." He spat.

Dabi raised a brow. "No?"

"No. I'm not with you dumbasses. I work for Shigaraki, not you." He jabbed a finger in Dabi's face. "So unless you can match what he's paying, I don't have to pay a rat's ass about what you think. Got it?"

If Dabi was intimidated by his spiel, he didn't show it. He merely closed his eyes and shrugged. "I guess you're right about that. Just got curious is all."

Wilhelm lowered his hand and straightened. "I was making some repairs to my face. So unless you want me to take a crack at yours, I suggest you beat it."

Dabi chuckled, holding his hands out plactating. "Alright, alright. I get it. Can't fault a guy for wanting to have a little fun." He turned down the opposite end of the hall and took a few steps away, but then stopped and glanced back. "And for the record, I won't be needing whatever plastic surgery crap you're all about. Unlike some people, I don't have anything to hide."

Wilhelm gave no response, just a deepened scowl.

Dabi laughed again and walked away, leaving the fuming cyborg behind. Wilhelm flexed his hand, cracking his knuckles.

'That little twerp. I swear, when I get the chance, I'm taking a chainsaw to that department store he calls a face!' His nostrils flared as he scratched at his chin, deep in thought. 'I'm too fucking pent up. I need to blow off some steam. But how?'

He thought for a moment, then his eyes flicked to the door a little down the hall. The storage closet, currently occupied by the League's captives, including a familiar face.

A cruel grin split his face. 'I've got time. May as well have a little fun!'

Inside the closet, Angel and Bakugo sat, their predicament completely unchanged. If anything, it had worsened. Angel's head hung low, her hair hanging like a curtain over her face. Her arms and legs would be curled into herself if they weren't held in place. She grimaced in discomfort, running her tongue over her dry lips. The entirety of her back, rear and legs were numb from how long she had been sitting.

It had been several hours since she woke up, or at least she guessed it had been. Being held in place with nothing to do had a habit of stretching time like taffy, she would know. Even back "home" she at least had something to keep her distracted if not entertained. Skimming through the internet, reading a good book or her usual fallback, drawing. Here, all she had was talking with her fellow captive, who wasn't the talkative sort at the best of times. That only left her the option to count the number of bricks in the walls, rather than succumb to the encroaching fear of what was going to happen to them.

But much more important than entertainment, there was always food and drink available in her former confines. Every morning the minifridge in her room would be stocked with fresh, packaged meals and bottled beverages. A far cry from the room service she and Bakugo were being subjected to, or lack thereof. No one had come to check on them or give any form of sustenance and at this point, Angel was starting to wonder if they intended to just let them waste away as some form of torture. Her mind drifted off to old spy films, where the protagonist or some lovable ally is subjected to this kind of neglect on purpose, then tempted to betray their cause for a loaf of bread and a glass of water.

She really hoped it wouldn't come to that. Her stomach churned and let out a low rumble as if to accentuate the point.

"Ugh… I'm so hungry." Angel groaned, shifting to try any sort of angle that might alleviate the gnawing hunger. "You think if we call out loud enough, they'll get us something? We're no good to them dead."

Bakugo snorted. "Would you actually eat anything these guys give us? Who knows what messed up shit they'd slip us."

Angel paused for a moment before conceding to his argument. "Yeah, no."

Now that her mind was on food however, she couldn't stop it from fantasizing a plethora of meals, pretty much anything, that she would appreciate right now.

"When we get out of here, I'm going to ask Moxxi to make the cheesiest pizza she can." She sighed in content, leaning back in her chair.

Bakugo craned his head, looking at her confused. All the while Angel continued to talk to herself.

"Then I'll ask for some ham, maybe some green onion?"

"What are you on about now?" Bakugo muttered and she glanced back at him.

"I'm just deciding on my first meal once we're safe. A sort of promise to myself, you know? To keep my spirits up and to take my mind off things." She explained, getting a typical scoff in return.

"Sounds stupid."

"Better than staring at the door waiting for something to happen. Do we have anything better to do?"

Angel heard him click his teeth and she could imagine him scowling, making her smile a little. Even in such a dire situation, he can't help wanting to be right.

"And you? What'll you get?" She asked.

He didn't answer, not making any indication that he would.

She shrugged and looked away. 'Guess he isn't in the mood.'

"Mapo tofu."

She stilled and looked back. He turned and met her gaze with an annoyed glare. "You heard me. What, is that really weird to you? That I like spicy food? Huh?!"

Angel laughed and shook her head. "No, no, that's on brand for you."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" He demanded, his loud voice filling the tiny room. It made her wonder if the villains would come and check from all the noise.

"You just seem like the type to really like spicy things. You're always acting all tough and all. It feels like it just fits your character."

Angel tittered when he spat and looked away again. Catching her breath, she sighed, feeling relief at the momentary distraction.

"Seriously thought, as screwed up as it sounds, I'm really glad I have someone with me here. If it was just me, I don't know if I'd be able to keep it together. I… don't like being alone." She admitted, pursing her chapped lips. "Having no one around, not even just BEING there… it can really mess with you." She flashed him another smile. "That's why I'm happy that even now I have someone at my back, even if it's you." She joked.

"Shut up." Bakugo spat at her. She pouted.

"Come on! I was just playing! You don't need to keep up the tough guy routine twenty four seven you know?"

"No seriously, shut up!" He hissed, turning his head as far as he could towards the door and whispered; "Do you hear that?"

Angel paused, straining her ears. Muffled voices echoed through the wooden door. She couldn't quite hear what was being said, but at least one of them sounded angry.

"Someone's there." She mumbled quietly.

"What are they saying?"

"No clue. I can't make anything out."

They sat there holding their breath, trying to glean as much information as they could as the outside conversation continued. After a few moments, the voices stopped and there was silence.

Then they heard it. Heavy footfalls pushing down on the wooden floor. Coming closer. They stopped right outside the door and a wave of white noise crashed against Angel's head, making her shudder.

She knew these sounds. Her body began to shake and drip with cold sweat. Her heart raced and her breath shook.

"What's wrong?" Bakugo asked behind her, his narrowed gaze on the door.

"It's… it's him."

"Him?! Him who?!"

The door knob jiggled and she swallowed.

"The Metalman."

The door clicked and eased open. The light from the hallway washed over the cyborg's form, casting a long shadow over the two teens. Wilhelm stood there, grinning ear to ear as he looked down at Angel.

"Good to see yer up little Bird. Have a nice nap?"

Angel didn't respond, her hope and bravado she mustered earlier falling apart just from the sight of him. She was trapped in a small room with a monster and no way out.

He chuckled, savouring her silence and the terror written all over her face like wine. "Have to say, you've thrown me for a loop here." He said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "I was actually a bit impressed the other night with how much trouble you gave me. Looks like you've been doing some growing at that fancy school of yours."

He walked around and she stiffened when he leaned on the back of the chair, casting a long shadow over her as he blocked the light. "Too bad that it wasn't worth shit, you got caught either way." He stated, sticking a cigar in his mouth and pulling out a lighter.

Angel's cheeks tightened while he tried to spark the end. She hadn't needed a reminder of that particular fact. Coming from him made her doubts laugh at her all the more.

"W-What… do you want?" She asked, her fear making it difficult not to trip over her own tongue.

Wilhelm chuckled again, succeeding in lighting his stogie and pocketing his lighter. "What, you don't think I'm here to check on ya out of the goodness of my heart?"

Angel grit her teeth, the smallest bit of anger cracking her fearful mask. "I doubt that. You, you don't have a heart."

Wilhelm choked a little and let out a deep laugh, filling the small room with smoke. "Hahaaa… heh, you're right about that. Was one of the first things I got upgraded when I got the chance! Thanks for that by the way. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten this job and all the "benefits" that came with it."

'Don't remind me.' She thought bitterly.

"Who the fuck are you, asshole?!" Bakugo barked, making Angel jolt and pulling Wilhelm's attention. "Yeah, I'm talking to you shitsack! I'm getting fucking tired of everyone ignoring me!"

'Oh God no.' Angel thought. She was not liking the amused look in the mercenary's eye as he finally seemed to take notice of the other captive.

He took a long drag from his cigar, the end glowing bright orange, then pulled it out to blow a rancid cloud in Bakugo's face. The blonde coughed; "Fucker!" and shook his head to disperse it. "Try that again and I'll bite you!" Bakugo swore.

"Heh, I like you." Wilhelm looked at him with an amused smirk, twirling his cigar around. "This another one of your little friends Birdie? You really know how to pick 'em."

"Don't talk like I'm not here dammit!"

"Anyway," Wilhelm continued, intentionally irritating the blonde while taking another puff."I actually wanted to check up on you. Make sure yer in good condition, enough to fly anyway."

Angel blinked. "F-Fly?"

"Yup." He said, wheezing and breathing out more smoke, making her eyes water. "Private jet courtesy of yours truly is landing at an airstrip just outta the city. Just gotta find an opening and you and I home free." He leaned over, making her shrink back as far as the leather straps would let her. "Take you back home where you'll be niiice and safe. Away from all these League morons." He said, then eased back.

Angel sucked in some breathes of unpolluted air and looked at him questioningly. "So… you and h-him really aren't with the League?"

"Fuckin' course not. This isn't the first time I helped a buncha "revolutionaries" topple those in power, just to wipe them out the next week. These idiots aren't long for this world, but then again, neither is everyone else or at least those who stand in the way for what's coming. Guess the League will win in the end either way." Wilhelm said with a shrug.

Just that little bit of context sent a chill down Angel's spine.

The plan was moving forward, whatever it was. He never told her what it was, always claiming that it wasn't the right time.

She definitely didn't want any part in it.

"Why… why are you telling me this?"

Wilhelm exhaled through his nose, sending two plumes of smoke into her face, making her cough. "Isn't it obvious? Shits gonna hit the fan soon. Don't know what that'll be, but when it happens, I'm grabbing you and we're vanishing. I'm telling you this because I need to get it through yer thick head that this is the only option for you." He pointed at her with his cigar held between his fingers. "Do what I say and don't screw this up for us. Otherwise, I can make things real… unpleasant for you."

Angel swallowed as she stared down the fuming, glowing stick held in front of her nose. More unpleasant than things already were? That's a laugh.

Still, she had no options at the moment other than to wait and hope for a rescue, the problem being she had no idea what the League had in store for her and Bakugo and how close the heroes were. It sounded like Wilhelm was just looking for his opportunity, likely a battle or attack, to abscond away with her and leave the Villains to take the fall.

It was a MO she had seen played out one too many times for her comfort and conscience.

Then there was Bakugo. What would happen to him if she was stolen away and he was left in the hands of the League? Would they take their fury out on him?

She couldn't just leave him behind.

Thus, there was only one way in hell she would cooperate with the mercenary.

"I… I'll go along with your plan…" Angel said slowly. "...but only if you get Bakugo-kun out too."

"WHAT?!" Her classmate exclaimed and yanked on his chains. "Are you fucking kidding me?! Don't go making stupid decisions like that, sacrificing yourself and going with this dickhead! I'm not some damsel that needs saving!"

Wilhelm ignored him, instead keeping his attention on Angel with a raised brow. "So, yer serious?"

Angel swallowed and nodded.

He hummed and scratched his chin. "Interesting… maybe I could…" Then he sneered. "Nahhh! He's not my problem. I guess if you try to pull something, I can just knock you out and blame it on the League, gehahahaha!" He said, throwing his head back laughing.

Angel starred at him in shock, her brow bunching as reality set in. He really was the worst. Playing with her emotions by giving her the slightest glimmer of hope for her sort of friend, just to laugh in her face.

For as long as she knew Wilhelm, he had always toyed with her behind her father's back. From the day they met, he knew how easily he could scare her, often leering at her whenever he was passing by her room. He relished it, the power he held over her.

Angel gripped the arms of her chair. Something bubbled up from inside of her, a sliver of heat just managing to burn through the terror ingrained into her from so long ago.

Anger. She grit her teeth.

"Is that so?"

Wilhelm's laughter cut off and he blinked.

"If you won't save my friend…" Angel looked up and glared. "Then I'll do everything I can to make your escape as hard as possible"

Wilhelm's smile fell, confusion all over his face.

"What?"

"You heard me back in that forest Wilhelm. I'm never going back!" She spat at him. "So you can take your little plan and shove it up your-YEAAGH!"

Angel never got to finish that sentence as she felt a flare of pain on her knee followed by a low hiss and the smell of something burning. She cried out as her body thrashed to escape, but she was still chained down.

Wilhelm's expression was dark, his eye glowing red as he rubbed the smoldering stub of his cigar on her skin. He leaned in close, making Angel try to lean as far away as one could, lashed to a chair.

"Nice speech, but yer opinion doesn't matter here." He growled softly, grinding the cigar back and forth and drawing out a pained whine from Angel's mouth. "I deal in facts kid. And here's one for ya. You're coming home with me, whether you like it or not. The only choice you have here is how many more marks you want before we get back. Your call."

Angel whimpered, the scraps of bravery she had cobbled together now scattered. "P-Please! S-Stop!"

"Hmm? What was that?" He asked insincerely, leaning down closer and cupping his ear. "I think I'm having a little glitch in my auditory sensor, can you repeat that?"

"P-P-Please, I-"

But before she could say anything further, a pair of jaws latched onto the side of Wilhelm's head.

"GAH! MOTHERFUCKER, GET OFF!" He roared, his cigar dropping to the floor as he tried to pull away from a snarling Bakugo whose teeth were latched onto his earlobe. Wilhelm pressed his hands against his assailant's face in an effort to push him away, but Bakugo held firm, continuing to growl like an angry dog with a deathgrip on his favourite bone.

Angel watched in shock, completely in disbelief that someone had gotten the upper hand on a man she had considered all but unstoppable. Here was the great and terrible Metalman, struggling to remove a furious teen from his ear.

Steadying himself, Wilhelm raised his fist and slugged Bakugo across the face. There was the sounds of something tearing followed by a pained bellow as they finally separated. He stumbled back, holding the side of his head, black fluid trickling out from between his fingers.

"You..! You little bastard!"

Angel looked at her classmate and her jaw dropped. Despite his cut lip oozing blood and dripping oil, Bakugo had a satisfied smirk as he held Wilhelm's artificial ear between his teeth, sparks jumping from the exposed wires.

"I warned you." He mumbled. "I'm the one you have to worry about." With that, he spat the lump of plastic and wires at the man's feet. "Eat it, bitch!"

Off to the side of the altercation, Angel's awe turned to panic as Wilhelm bared his teeth.

"Guess yer right…" He made a fist and a foot long blade extended from the back of his wrist with a metal rasp. "...lemme fix that!"

"Bring it!"

"NO!" Angel cried.

The door burst open and slammed against the wall. "Wilhelm-san, enough!" A deep voice ordered.

Standing in the doorframe was a familiar face, or at least an approximation of one. It was the warp gate villain from USJ, the only difference being that the purple mist he called a body was more solid and bipedal, billowing within the confines of an immaculately pressed vest, white dress shirt, blue striped tie, pants and boots.

"Stay out of this Cloud-boy! This little shit bit off my ear!" Wilhelm snapped.

"You shouldn't have been in here! You were not to touch our honored guests!" Kurogiri shot back. "Go and join the others in the bar. If not, I will remove you by force!"

Wilhelm grated his teeth, growling at being barred from his retribution. A second later, his wrist blade retracted and he stomped out the room, shooting one last glare over his shoulder at Angel and Bakugo before he turned the corner.

Angel let out a breath. That was close, but now they had this villain to deal with.

Kurogiri shook his head before turning to regard them. He stepped into the room and gave a polite bow.

"Please excuse my compatriot. He is an outside hire and does not represent us as a whole." He apologized in a cordial tone before straightening back up. "Now, if you would allow me to move you? It is time to meet with the League."

He held out his gaseous hand and Angel's vision was enshrouded in swirling mist.