To answer a guest, Marinette got into the safe because Juuno desired to reveal himself to her, wish for her to know the truth of his existence. It's the peacock's power to reveal the truth.

Gabriel glares out the window, grimacing. He ignored the green eyes of the little god peering at his back, feeling his frown. "They're coming here, aren't they?" Gabriel asks.

Juuno doesn't answer or confirm.

"...Furious with me, old friend?"

"You'd be a bit pecky too if you were locked up for a near decade," Juuno bites, his crest rose with his restrained frustration. "You didn't even take me back home."

"A precaution."

"You didn't need to keep me locked up as a precaution!"

"An active miraculous draws attention. If it came to it, Pavone Bianco would be the ultimate surprise and defense."

"Pavone Bianco wasn't there for her."

Gabriel stiffens.

"Is that what drove him to spread his wings tonight? That you think Pavone Bianco could secure his safety?"

"...It's hard to steal from a fox. Easier to take."

His alarm beeped, alerting him of the two likely children slipping in.

"You should give him a choice."

Gabriel scoffs. Miraculous aren't known for choices. Their magic and calling are hard to deny. If they weren't, there wouldn't be so many akumas possessions. Turning to the kwami, he beckoned, "Fan out."

Marinette gripped Malin's hand tightly as he guided her along, searching for his father. She could feel the tension roll off the fox, his agitation burning in the air. Nervously, she tightened her grip on his hand, squeezing it.

They were going to get him back.

They were going to get Juuno back.

Malin freezes, ears twitching.

Marinette presses closer to his side, grimacing. Licking her lips, she asks, "Should, should we get the others?"

It was pretty much Malin on his own, Marinette didn't know what she could do against another miraculous hero.

By his pause, she knows he realized the same.

And what he could do was no use against a peacock.

He twitches, grimacing at the hall. He didn't want to leave when they were right here. If he couldn't lie or scare Pavone Bianco, he could surely steal or trick him.

Lying to a peacock was impossible, but there was no mention of tricking and stealing.

"I might have a plan," he bids.

Marinette opened her mouth, and Malin cuts in, "Others would make it messy. You, I need you to be the clever bird that you are."

She raises a brow, but nods.

"I need you to..."

Pavone Bianco prowled down the hall, his sharp blue eyes moving about as he sought for his prey.

Adrien had cut the lights, leaving the manor dark.

Fitting for a fox.

Harder for a peacock.

This would be ideal for his son, if it wasn't the matter that he was facing Pavone Bianco.

Malin may have his speed, his night vision, keener hearing; but Pavone had experience and talons. Talons that grasp that necklace and pluck it off the boy's neck. He could far faster than the boy would be prepared for. He was a peacock, when they struck, it was hard and fast.

He could hit the fox before he even realized he was in range.

He could get that miraculous before Adrien knew what was what.

...What Pavone would do with it he has not decided.

He should probably just return it to the old man.

He had no use for two, and no need to tempt his son with having another lying around, another he'd have to hide. And if there had to be a fox, the old man should have chosen someone else. His son won't be a fox. He won't be related to anything miraculouses anymore.

Pavone would make sure of it.

But he needed to get that miraculous first.

Pavone paused when he heard a soft gasp.

The girl he recognized as Marinette peeked at him from around a corner. Gazing at her a minute, he turned towards her, scaring the girl out of view.

Foolish boy.

What was he thinking bringing her here?

You don't bring civilians to someone dangerous.

...Probably got it from her.

She didn't take no for and answer, always butting in and getting into trouble (and always ruffling up his feathers)...

He wonders if Adrien ever ruffled her's, this Belle Bleue that replaced Pavone Bianco.

Belle Bleue...

She had been quite a surprise to see on the news, the sight of her had sent a spark of fear through his heart, and to find his miraculous gone from his safe... who knew Juuno had the ability to reveal himself to the girl.

It was still a wonder how the girl got in.

...Probably that fool party Adrien's "friend" hosted.

That's when she stole it.

For a little thief, she made a regal peacock.

There was a patter of feet to his right, and looking down, he could see the glow of his son's eyes peering back at the end, before whipping around and disappearing. Narrowing his eyes, Pavone called out, "Enough you two. Adrien, give up your miraculous, stop wasting out time with this."

His son called back, "How about you give it back instead, Angry Bird."

"I don't have the patience for this boy-"

Something small and squishy hit the back of his head.

Pavone caught it easily, peeking down to see a single blueberry resting in his palm.

Juuno's favorite.

Looking up, he caught sight of the stiff Mlle Dupain-Cheng glaring at him, her stance familiar. Pavone doesn't doubt that if she was Belle Bleue, her tail would be flared, lovely and frightening.

But she wasn't Belle Bleue right now.

She was a civilian that could do litt-

"HA HAAA!" he heard Malin cry, saw a blur of movement out of the corner of his eye.

Pavone reacted instinctively. He swiped out, stiffening at the last second, realizing his talons were pointed straight for Malin's ribs. He could heal it. He could heal it. Hecouldhealithecouldhealithecouldheal-

Orange smoke broke under the peacock's talons, leaving the ex-hero blinking wildly.

Pavone gave a start when he felt a shift on his pale chest, and looked down to meet the determined gaze of Mlle Dupain-Cheng. Before he could move, she ripped away from him, taking the miraculous with her, and shattering the existence of Pavone, leaving a stiff Gabriel in his place.

Juuno spun out, green eyes locking onto Marinette. "Oh thank goodness!" he cried, diving down and hugging her cheek.

Gabriel tensed when he felt the light tap of a flute on his collar. "We need to talk, Père," Malin bid.