Ding.

A text on his phone. He checked it as his father stood in the doorway of his bedroom, waiting for an answer he wasn't going to get. It was Victor, telling him how Marinette had spent the last two hours telling them about Adrien. Apparently she had an extensive crush on his brother. Including his schedule.

Uh…

"Felix," his father rubbed the bridge of his nose, "we need to talk."

"About what," he asked as he texted Victor back to talk further in the morning, "because I've been reading for the last half an hour and would prefer some descent sleep over having another father to son chat with you."

"You and I both know you weren't in here reading five minutes ago."

"Alright, I'll admit it," he had to keep from smirking, "I often lose myself to the world of the novel. How does that affect your night, father?"

Seeing that he wasn't going to be getting anywhere with his son, Gabriel began to close the door behind him as he entered the dark hallway. "For your sake, and for Adrien's, you will say nothing about what you've seen tonight."

"How passive-aggressive of you, Hawk-"

Slam.

The door cut him off. His father's footsteps returned to the office, where the doors slammed shut as well. Felix put his book down, moved to his bed and flopped onto the blankets, letting out a long moan. It had not been his day today.

"Felix?" Cheep phased through the wall and floated over beside his face. "I waited until I knew your father was gone. Why did he sound so mad? You didn't say anything to get him all riled up again, did you?"

He didn't hear our conversation.

"…My bad," he laid on his back, "I told him that I'm going to marry Lyra and he decided to put on a pouty face."

"You can be silly when you want to." The Quantic nestled up in his feathers on one side of the pillow and quickly fell asleep. Felix was soon to join him, slipping into his pajamas and under the covers. It took him far longer to close his eyes, though, his thoughts racing.

Gabriel Agreste is HawkMoth, and he works for the peacock miraculous holder. Now he knows that I know who he is, and if I tell anyone it could put so many people in danger…I'm an intruder now…this isn't the Quantic Squad's fight…

~THE NEXT MORNING~

Everyone met up at the airport at about eleven, standing by the large windows as the next plane to Athens, Greece readied to take off. "I wish we could have stayed longer," Larisse gave Lyra and Bridgette a big hug, "but Neo's uncle want us home in case of an alien invasion or zombie breakout."

"What?"

"He's a teeny bit paranoid."

"Besides," Stephan pointed at Isra's purse, "we've got to find two more heroes to take the mantle of Chimaira and Gigas before we lose them again. I wonder what Yilmaz and Peri are up to in ancient Greece, anyway?"

"Let's not think too much into the subject," Neo gestured to the plane, "our ride's about to leave."

Marinette bowed. "Thank you for coming and helping us get Adrien – and Chat Noir – back from Damma and the others. It's been a blast working with Mythic like this."

"Thank you," Isra replied with a grin, "next time we come I promise it'll probably not be because of some dangerous precognitive dream I've had."

Sounds legitimate.

Adrien shook Stephan's hand. "Until the next time."

"You got it." He pat Victor and Benjamin on the back before grabbing his luggage and leading the others away, waving the whole way through the tunnel into the plane entrance. Felix and the others watched as the plane took off and into the pearly clouds. "Gee," Bridgette sighed, "I wish we could have had more time to get to know them better. They seem like a really cool group of people."

"Oh, man," Victor smacked his head, "and I forgot to ask what happened at the Acropolis on their first mission! I bet it was an awesome fight we missed."

"The Quantic Squad has cool fights, too."

"Wow! I never would have guessed."

"Meanie," she stuck her tongue out, "so, what's next for us?"

"We could all go on patrol," Marinette offered as she slid closer to Adrien, "it'll be good for Paris to know Ladybug and Chat Noir are together again."

"Together?"

"U-U-Uh, I mean, you know, as p-partners!"

"Oh…"

"…"

Wait, Ben signed to them, I've got a better idea.

"This is not what I think of when I think exciting, Benjamin," Felix complained, "How old are you again?"

Round and round the merry-go-round went as the park began to fill up with pedestrians, parents taking their pets for walks and watching children play by the fountain. Felix and Lyra sat in one of the carriages as Ben and Bridgette shared a horse in front and Marinette and Adrien shared another behind them.

"Oh, yeah," Victor fist-pumped the air as he rode on his own horse, "seventh wheel forever!"

He's enjoys this?

"Cheer up," Lyra poked his cheek, "we get to finally relax after thousands of years of fighting."

"We weren't fighting for that long."

"From ancient Egypt to modern day America. That's a long run for a band of superheroes."

"You're such an intelligent beauty."

"Aw, and I was just about to say the same thing."

Oh, brother. Speaking of which.

He glanced over at Adrien, who was laughing away with Marinette at some joke she'd told him. He assumed his brother hadn't noticed how his arms had wrapped around her waist, or how she was leaning back on him. He wasn't about to spoil their fun, either.

Now they can finally start to act more casually around each other, knowing they're Chat Noir and Ladybug without the masks on. This'll be a good step forward for Adrien, socially and…romantically. Goodness, this is weird. For the longest time I was afraid the only girl he'd ever think of dating was…Chloe?

She stood at the entrance of the park, watching them ride along. Then she ran off without a word.

"…Lyra," he stood, "there's something I have to check on."