A\N: Inspired by the song 'Everything You Do' by M2M. I think it purr-fectly explains Marinette's feelings.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the following characters.

Being a superhero isn't an easy job. You've got to fight villains, save your loved ones and try not to cause to much havoc when you're in battle. But it gets slightly harder when you have to manage as being a normal teen with a not-so-normal life.

The way Marinette Dupain-Cheng does it is simply marvelous.

Or rather miraculous.

As much as she loves being Ladybug and having Chat Noir at her side, she sometimes wishes for a normal day. A day when there would be no akuma rummaging through Paris, when Hawkmoth decided to go on hibernation— did moths even hibernate?— when she would relax and gossip with her best friend.

Luckily, she thinks that today was that day. There was nothing strange happening and for once, Chloé hasn't bothered her yet.

So yes, today seems like a good day.

"Girl, did you see this yo-yo I made?!" Ayla smirks proudly, holding out a familiar red and black polka dotted yo-yo.

Marinette smiles, taking the object from her. "Wow, Ayla. Did you really make this?" She touches the yo-yo's string, amused to feel that it's strong.

Not as strong her magical one but strong.

"Yeah!" Ayla answers, "Me and Nino are gonna cosplay as Ladybug and Chat Noir."

A smile curls the ends of Marinette's lips and she's about to respond when Nino's voice interrupts her. "Cool, isn't it, Marinette?" He asked excitedly.

The bluenette turns towards him but her heart leaps on seeing that Adrien is standing right beside him. The blonde's gaze meets hers, and he offers a friendly smile.

Marinette swears her heart just fluttered.

"Y-yeah, Nino. It's r-really cool." She stammers, trapping her tongue between her teeth as she tries to gather herself.

"I know, right?!" Nino grins, looking over at Adrien. "I even made Chat Noir's staff!"

Adrien eyes the staff in Nino's dark hands with interest, green eyes twinkling as the staff elongates a few inches when Nino pushes a small button.

"I think you can fool the real Chat Noir with this staff, Nino." Adrien pats his best friend's back.

And all of a sudden, the doors are thrown open, startling everyone as a group of masked men come barging in. They have guns in their hands, all clothed in black.

"Alright," One of them yells, "Hand off Chloé Bourgeois to us and no one gets hurt!"

The word kidnappers comes to Marinette's mind.

Everyone's gazes settles on Chloé, the blonde letting out a dramatic shriek as she presses her back against the lockers, pure horror on her face.

A kidnapper advances towards Chloé who's still busy in screaming death threats.

Now as much as Marinette dislikes Chloé, she still doesn't want her to get kidnapped. Yes, Chloe is a bully, a narcissistic, rude, mean and arrogant but Marinette still can't see her in pain.

Sometimes it sucks being the good guy.

A yo-yo whips forward, string lassoing around the kidnapper's leg and suddenly he's thrown into the side wall.

That friendly shine in Marinette's eyes is gone, instead it's replaced by a glitter of bravery and seriousness. Ayla finds her jaw hitting the floor as Marinette whirls the yo-yo she had made with such expertise, that for a moment everyone mistakes her as Ladybug.

"Wrong move, kid!" Another kidnapper hisses, ready to pull the trigger.

Adrien swiftly snatches the staff from Nino, moving with spectacular speed and slams the staff's end into the man's stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

He steps beside Marinette, twirling the staff between his fingers as both of them send murderous glare towards the kidnappers.

The next minutes are absolutely wild, the school watching in awe as Marinette and Adrien start beating the kidnappers, both of them so agile and strong as if they have been doing this for a living.

No one asks or says anything as the kidnappers are all beaten and bruised, lying out cold on the tiled floor.

Marinette tugs a strand of blue hair behind her ear, Adrien wiping a drop of sweat off his brow. The two turn towards each other, faces lit up with victorious smirks. They curl their right hands into tight fists and then surprise everyone by sharing a fist bump.

"Pound it!"

And then suddenly, it hits them like a brick.

The two stare at each other with pure shock, Adrien's emerald eyes as wide as marbles and Marinette's heart promising to burst out of her chest because of the events that had just occurred.

Well, wasn't this a surprise?