Should have found yourself a corner and lost it quietly if you wanted time.

[ Nobody's come back at him the way that Juno does. They're patient, they're understanding, they're neutral. He's none of these things, this warheaded youth with his own brand of nuclear fission prickling along his skin's surface. Juno snaps back, and a light comes into Bakugo's eyes - contentment, vicious and spiteful as it is. He's even got an inch on the lady, and if he tips his head back just so, he can look down on him with ease. ]

I don't know about you, but I made no such deal. It was a pretty decent set-up: throw the illusion of an impossible threat at you, and then present you with the ideal resolution. There's no devil, just slimy scum that think they can pull one over on me, and that I'll just quietly go along with it. [ He talks big, but there's something in the back of his mind. Something that tastes like sour limes and feels like unrecognized guilt. ]

Lady, you have no idea what I can accomplish in ten seconds.