Long Time Coming

Raise Hell

Bakugou growled, pulling his gauntlet on and buckling it in place. Turning to face the mirror in his locker he pulled out the small can of waterproof makeup, smudging a wad on the brush and applying it evenly over his eyes till he was satisfied. With a grunt he slipped his mask on, gently pulling back his eyelid and tracing over his water line with a black liquid liner.

He sighed heavily, moving to the other eye and repeating the process, capping the eyeliner, inspecting the edges of his hands for smudges.

"Done?" Kirishima teased, kicking off the lockers as Bakugou stood, slamming his own shut.

"Fuck you." He rolled his eyes. "Masks suck that way bro ."

Kirishima pressed his finger tips to his chest as they strode out, his cloth fluttering around his knees dramatically. "Hey! I gotta do they eyeliner thing too-"

"Your decorative Oni red bullshit ain't the same." The blond growled, snatching the earpiece from Sun Eater's outstretched hand. "You and your theatrical bullshit."

"Thanks." Kirishima smiled to Sun Eater, "Anything we should know?" He moved his hair out of the way, pushing the mic into place.

"We've had some general disturbances. Nothing big." The partner of the agency looked down, poking at his lunch. "The snow is crazy out there. Stay warm."

"Don't tell me what to fuckin' do." Bakugou hissed as Kirishima waved with a 'We will, thanks!'

The snow had fallen heavily the night before, maybe the odd weather from last summer making the winter colder than usual.

"It's so still and quiet." Red Riot whispered, his breath dancing.

"Not when some poor, unsuspecting civilian runs into you and loses an eye on your nipple."

"Oi," Red Riot puffed out his chest, throwing his shoulders back, "civilians are just begging for me to take them into my arms." He raised a brow as his red eyes shifted to his partner, a sly grin splitting his face. "Last civilian you carried actually punched you didn't tHeeee-hey-hey-HEY!"

Ground Zero's hand had shot out, grabbing one of said nipples in question and twisting. Hard.

"Ow, ow. Okay!" Red Riot slapped Ground Zero off, wincing as he rubbed the violently red area. "God damn good thing I don't actually need these. Probably just dislocated it."

"I don't actually think-"

The sound of a sharp scream that abruptly cut off pierced the eerie still of the snowy night. The heroes stood, bodies tense, heads swiveling as the listened and looked for any signs of something out of place. Ground Zero tapped Red Riot's forearm, pointing to a distant storefront. Red Riot nodded. To the untrained eye there would have been nothing amiss, especially at a distance. As heroes they knew that the unusual amount of disturbed snow, the closed sign despite the lights being on in the back of the store, as well as the haphazardly closed blinds were all signals of distress.

"What's our plan?" Red Riot ran forward, Ground Zero at his side.

"Plan?" Ground Zero grinned wicked, "We get the bad guy."

Red Riot frowned, pulling up short and pushing the button on the mic. "We have a corner store disturbance, possible theft and battery."

"Okay. We've alerted the authorities." There was a moment of silence on the line.

Red Riot knew what was coming. He rounded the corner snow spraying as he slid behind a car, bullets peppering the store window, cracking and splintering it before bursting through.