Plaag was glad his kitten was having fun, but sadly, it came at the expense of being forced to hide out while the two played their games. "You really need to work on your co-op skills." Peter, Adrien's closest male friend, said as the two flicked their controllers.

"And you need to work on your skills period. You've done nothing but button mash for the past five rounds." Adrien shot back with a smirk.

"Button mashing IS a skill, thank you very much."

"Your cramping thumbs say otherwise."

"Small price to pay for an assured victory."

"Alright, I won't tell you about the hidden trap you're about to step on then."

"K.O."

"... Low blow, but well played." Peter gave a dramatic bow. The boy brought out a lively energy that was otherwise absent in the boy's room, or this entire house in general. For a house that was mostly white, aka, all the colors of the rainbow, it felt rather lifeless and dull. "I concede your victory, sir champion Agreste."

"Don't fret, Duke Parker of Queens. One day you will master the art of the quick thumb and master the field of virtual battle." Adrien snickered as the two burst into laughter. "Ahh man, can't remember the last time I laughed that hard."

"I can. When we painted that billboard of your dad's face and drew a mustache and goatee." The boy also inspired a certain level of chaotic freedom in his holder, so the more exposure Adrian had to that, the better.

Plagg grinned to himself from the sock drawer, munching on some cheese. "This is nice."

"Could do without the smell myself."

"Oh you're just saying that because-" The Kwami paused as he realized he was no longer alone.

He turned to the unphased look of Annasi, who was simply watching while munching on a coffee bean. "So how does it feel being rich for once?"

Plaag wasn't sure how to respond. Annasi in the realm of Kwami's was controversial to say the least. He was less of an influence on his holders as it was the other way around most of the time, which did make the chaotic cat respect the spider. Their shared sense of apathy for most norms and standards also helped. He was also the only guy who didn't really hold the death of dinos against Plagg either, so that was another plus.

But on the other hand… Tikki, more than half the time, couldn't stand Annasi's guts, and between him and his sugar cube, he'd pick his sugar cube. Not to mention that even for a Kwami of destruction, Annasi was far too casual with how many bad holders he's gotten. "…Since when do you fly around Paris?" Plaag asked after a minute of silence.

"Since my holder lived in Paris." They responded. "I felt like that was kind of obvious given Spider-Man's showing."

"Well yeah, but, you just came out of nowhere." He countered. "How close is your holder?"

"In this room." They answered without a hint of hesitation.

"What!?" Plaag accidentally shrieked.

"Did you hear something?" Peter asked.

"Probably just my father getting frustrated over one of his designs. He's been yelling a lot more in the air lately." Adrian thankfully gave a believable enough excuse.

"Way to keep it subtle buddy." Annasi muttered.

"You just revealed your holder's identity… and now you know mine." Master Fu was not going to like this.

"So? We're incapable of saying their names to anyone else. It's just-" Bubbles. "-No biggie. Not like your cat saw me flying around the air."

"Still, there's some rules.."

"Oh please, you Chinese zodiac guys need to lighten up on these rules." Annasi chucked a coffee bean into his mouth. "Also, when have you in particular ever listened to a rule someone else had?"

"I like inspiring my holder's to break the rules, and my current Kitten could really use it, so I'd rather not lose this one too soon." Plaag explained.

"Yeah, from what mine told me, your holder's dad is like some super villain or something."

"Meh, half right." He admitted. "He'd give the Order of Guardians a run for their money."

"And like that I hate him already." Annasi smirked. "Feel like cataclysming the house?"

"Not while my kitten is in collateral range." Plagg said. "And I suppose you wouldn't happen to attract his underwear for a mythic wedgie?"

"I'd rather not pull Asgard out of orbit again." Yeah, that was a weird weekend. On the plus side, Hela was fun to hang out with. "So I haven't seen you since the war. Your holder get out alright?"

"As alright as one can get fighting the red skull head on." He sighed. "Bucky was able to redirect the rocket before falling over. We got separated when the ring floated through the ice. It was only due to Tikki's holder that we were found." Damn kid. He was too eager to please Captain America.

"It really says a lot when I of all people say those men were nutjobs." Annasi deadpanned. "Plus they messed up Jessica bad … if the holder wants to be evil, let it be their choice, don't force a side on them."

"Seeing you emotional side is a very rare sight." Plaag snickered.

"I'm not without Emotion. I'm just stable."

"Is that what you tell pollen every time you two meet up?"

"I don't get why you all always bring up Pollen and my emotions." They said with genuine confusion. "If anything I like you and despise Sass and Fluff. Messing up my brain like nothing else."

"Eh, to each his own." Annasi was not a complicated Kwami, but he was one of the densest. "Still, it's weird that my holder and your holder were friends and both got miraculous."

"Eh, Madame Webb would say something like 'the threads of life and destiny weave certain special souls together'. I just like to call it a fancy coincidence."

"You do realize I'm the literal embodiment of bad luck right?" He asked.

"Destruction, not luck. Pretty sure luck belongs to someone else." Annasi rolled his eyes.

"Well thanks for stopping by Peter. I needed something fun before my photo shoot at the park." Adrian spoke up.

"No problem, happy to help." The boy smiled. "Hey, maybe I could invite some friends there. Like Marinette, Alya, Nino."

"Sure, sounds like a blast." Adrian nodded. "I'll make sure you and Alya have time alone."

"What? Why are you saying it like that?" Peter shook his head.

"Well, she drags you along whenever super hero stuff comes up and you never object to it, so I figured you two.." Adrian went on with smirk.

"Adrien, I learned something very important in New York." Peter said. "If a crazy red head doesn't give you an option, you don't argue."

"Surprised you got a holder so … not crazy for once." Plaag noted. "Like, he seems like a stable and helpful person."

"I know. And the strangest thing is M-dub didn't even really pick this one. It was all chance." Annasi chewed on another bean.

"… Starting to see why most of them turn evil." Plagg noted. What a strange day.

Aurore grinned with excitement. This was it. Years of dedication and practice leading up to a show stopping finale of a victory. Hours and hours of acting classes, couches, and back breaking labor studying meteorology was finally going to pay off. Today…today was the day she would finally become a Weather Girl! Sure it was for a small channel, but every little bit counted.

And she was certain of her chances. Kids seemed to like her well enough and she had the cuter outfits; even carrying around an umbrella at all times to complete the look for her image.

"We're down to our two finalists folks." Alec told the camera. "Aurore Beaureal and Mirelle Caquet. Two girls with flair, style, and an all around personality that shines as bright as the sun!"

Hardly. Mirelle looked like your everyday partisan with such bland clothes, not even wearing bright primary colors to make her appearance pop out more. Alec was likely just playing it up so it looked like they were on equal footing to add tension. All Mirelle had going for her was being nice, and being nice didn't take you far in the world.

"And the votes are being sent in now!" Just a few more seconds. A few more seconds and she would advance into stardom!"And the winner is … none other than …" Her! "Mirelle!" … What!?

"I … I won?" Her enemy asked.

"And by a landslide too!" Alex shouted. "Like wow! It's almost like Aurore never stood a chance

"How… How is that possible!? I demand a recount!" She shouted at the indignity.

"Hey, don't be a sore loser just because half a million people didn't want to see you on the silver screen. Just be happy you had the chance to try." That jerk Alec smirked at her cheekily. "I mean, if you count eighty two percent of the votes to eighteen a chance."

"Hey …" Mirelle tried to say something, probably condescending words to step down on her. Aurore was having none of it. She stormed away down the hall, making her way to the elevator.

"They cheated me…I have the brains, the looks, the determination and hard work, and they cheated me!" She banged her hand against the door. "It was rigged..it had to be! There's no way she got chosen over me! That bastard Alec just wanted a ratings trap!"

But what could she do about it? It wasn't like she could sue. She was a high schooler with only one chance at being famous and that bastard took it away from her! It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair..!

Suddenly she felt something shit, as if her very soul was opening up. "Stormy Weather, I am Hawkmoth.."

"Who?" That threw her for a loop.

"..The villain that attack Paris-"

"No, I know that, just, why did you say Stormy Weather like it's someone you're talking too?"

"... That's going to be the name you'll use when I give you power to control the skies like an almighty weather girl."

"But why do you give the name out before you tell me what the power is? Shouldn't it be the other way around?" It just seemed needlessly complicated.

"I kinda wanted to finish the whole speech first before being criticized, do you mind?"

"Fine. Not like I can do anything else." She groaned.

"That's where you're wrong. I can give you the power to become a real weather girl. The winds and sky will be at your beck and call for any need you desire. Everyone will be looking to you for the upcoming storm. All I ask for in return is the miraculous of Ladybug and Chat Noir."

Oh … oh this was incredible! "Very well Hawkmoth … I do have one question."

"What is it?"

"What the heck is a miraculous?"

"... This is gonna be a LOOONG long game battle." He sighed. "The earrings and a ring, alright?"

"Gotcha. But what about that Spider guy that shows up with them?"

"He's less important, but the source of his powers come from the chain rings on his left hand. Take it if you want to deal with one less pest getting in your way."

"Will do." Stormy Weather smirked as the storm filled her veins, winds swirling around her. "I predict a cold front, with an one hundred percent chance of frostbite!"

Fwooooosh

With a mighty gush of wind, the doors were violently crumbled opens as the hallways began covering with ice, breaking apart the walls. "Alec! Come out so I can freeze your brain into a popsicle!"

"Aaaahhh! She went nuts!" The man shouted in fear.

She froze over the exit. "And don't think you're in the clear either Mirelle, you're just as guilty as he is, riggingthis show!"

"Rigging? A-Aurora, I don't-Indont know how I won either! I just thought I got lucky!" The lying hack shouted in fear as she should.

"Liars! I worked for years! There's no way you can get into it on the first try! You riggers!" She screamed as lightning struck the ceiling.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Alec shouted next to that bitch Mirelle. "The voting was fair!" His phone began to ring.

"Go on, pick it up, make it your last phone call!" Stormy shouted, thunder echoing from her voice.

The man nervously answered. "He-hello."

"Alec, this is Bob. That plan to rig the votes worked out great! We made a dramatic show, got to get away with only needing to mass produce one type of branding, and we get to drag some naive and unsure girl into a contract we can rig! Good job man!"

"…..Wrong number..?" Alec nervously tried to shrug.

"… Mirelle." She sweetly smiled. "You're free to walk away." She pointed her umbrella to the nearest exit. "Turns out there's only one person in this studio I need to turn into bloody sleet."

"Mirelle, come on, you're a sweet girl. You wouldn't leave an innocent man behind, right?" Alec pleaded.

"As innocent as duping a 'naive and unsure' girl like myself?" Mirelle asked. "… Goodbye!" She ran.

"Huh, she seems like a nice girl. Maybe we can talk over tea when I'm done." Stormy weather smiled. "Now where was I…oh yeah…become one with the snow once I grind your body into fine powder!"

"Can't I just write you a check and call it a day!?"

"Oh, your day is going to be short…very, very short!" And hers was going to be very cathartic.

"Balloon, balloon!" Manon giggled as she was carried by Marinette. It was always fun hanging out with her. She just had to look adorable and she got anything she wanted. Now they were hanging out in the park, just like Manon wanted.

"In a minute Manon, just… give me a second to… take in the Scenery." Marineette spoke weirdly as her face turned red.

"But you've just been looking at that boy ever since we got here." Manon pointed to the blonde guy in front of the cameras.

"Eat the spaghetti, enjoy the spaghetti! Show your love for the spaghetti!" Some weirdo shouted as he took pictures of the blond guy. "Gah, you're not enjoying it right!"

"Gee, I wonder why?" Marinette's friend, a brown haired kid with glasses and a funny accent rolled his eyes with a snort. "It can't possibly be because of the shouting man yelling at him for the past hour."

"Hey, some photographers take a lifetime to get the perfect shot." Marinette's other friends, a red headed girl with glasses laughed. "So Marinette, are you gonna go talk to him or are you gonna stand around all day?"

"I, what, what are you on about?" Marinette asked.

"It doesn't take a genius to see the blush." The red head said. "You're completely falling for mister cute super model, aren't you?"

"Whaaaaaaa!? No! No! Not at all!" Marinette did some really funny twitching with her arms as she looked like she was about to fall over. "I'm not crushing on Adrian! Tell her Peter!"

"Not sure shouting that within ear range of said boy is the right call no matter the case." The funny accent boy laughed. "Although … maybe it's time to pull wingman status."

"Oooh, are you gonna fly?" She asked.

"Nope, but Marinette might." The boy grinned. "Hey photographer dude, maybe a partner might help the shoot! Someone to bring out Adrien's friendly side, like a cute girl!" He called out, wrapping his arm around Marinette.

"Peter, what are you doing!?" Marinette whipser shouted.

"Giving you a chance to make a bigger connection. Only way to do that is to spend time with him alone." He seemed fun.

"Smooth." The girl with red hair grinned.

"Yes … you're absolutely right!" The man shouted. "A cute girl would be perfect! You, red head, how would you like to be in the shoot!?"

"Well that backfired spectacularly." The teen grumbled.

"Maybe not." The red head giggled. "Oh shoot, sorry, I can't. I'm babysitting this little rascal and I can't let her out of my sight." She took Manon by the hand. "But Marinette's schedule is completely free." They nudged her babysitter forward. "She's pretty and very photogenic. The camera just loves her!"

"Not you too..!" Marinette shout-whispered through her teeth.

"But Marinette is babysitting me." Manon said in confusion.

"Say Alya's the best and I'll give you ice cream." She smiled.

"Alya's the best!" When free ice cream was offered, you could never say no to anything.

"And you call me smooth." The boy chuckled.

"Alright then, you better hurry up then!" The man smiled. "We don't know how long we'll have this perfect sunny day with the weather girl role up for grabs."

"Alright, we'll be on our merry way. See you after you're famous, Marinette." The American waved off as they headed in the opposite direction. "Huh, who knew the wingman role would be so fun? It's like shipping in real life, but with less lewdity."

"Hey, don't say that in front of the kid. You'll give her the wrong idea." Alya laughed. "But yeah, super fun. Think we should do this for the whole class?"

"I'll wait until I understand the dynamics better. All I know for sure now are Ivan and Myleen are cute, Max might be into machines, Chloe deserves flames, Nino and you are fun people, and Marinette likes my oblivious friend." The boy said. "I have no idea why I get along so well with red heads. Maybe it's the fiery passion."

"Once the spark is lit, there's no turning us down." Alya smirked as they headed to the carosal. "Like my passion for documenting all the heroes in Paris! I've started my own blog and it's already gotten two thousand followers in the first day. I just gotta keep the film coming and I can get to ten thousand by the end of the month."

"They definitely need the publicity. Between you and me I think the new guys don't care that much about their image." The boy said. "What do you think about the heroes … little girl who's name I never got?"

"Heheh, heroes are great! I liked it when Chat noir got knocked around by rock people, that was funny."

"It is pretty funny watching people get knocked around." The boy nodded. "Let's just hope the next attack it's the villains getting knocked around and not the heroes."

"I dunno." Alya said. "It's been a while since Stoneheart. Maybe we won't get another villain." She said.

Rumble

"You totally jinxed it."

"I know. I was hoping to catch it on camera before the news could." Alya smiled widely as the wind blew hard and the air got colder. "Alright new super villain, do your worst!"

"That's not really something you should try to support!"

"Mirelle ballons!?" Shouted some purple flying lady. "With no Aurore balloons at all!? You were in on the rigging too, weren't you!?"

"But Mirelle is so much better!" Manon shouted at the purple flying lady. "She's way more nice and pretty!"

The weird flying lady glared as she pointed her umbrella at her. "Oh I'm going to enjoy this."

"Peter, we need to … Peter!?" Alya looked around, the boy having completely disappeared.

"Whoa, is your friend a magician?!" Manon asked as the purple lady started sparking.

"If he is, he's gonna have to start explaining his tricks!" Alya screamed. "Get down Manon!" The red head covered her.

ZAP

Manon saw lightning hit … where they were just at. "Do I need to put a restraining order on you, Red head? I find you way too close to crime scenes far too often." Spoke someone holding onto both of them.

"Spider-man!" Alya shouted as they swung through the air.

"Weeeee! I'm like a monkey!" Manon cheered.

"No little rascal. Like a spider. We're much more graceful and fun. Just don't try petting one anytime soon." The funny sounding red guy smiled at her.

"Oh if it isn't one of the heroes!" The lightning lady shouted. "Give me your miraculous!"

"Oh, I take it you're one of Hawkmoth's fangirls? It's weird, but it happens with supervillains now and then. Tell me, does he like long walks on the beachfront?" The man asked as he began swinging them away from the woman.

"Give me your miraculous and I'll give you his home address!" The purple lady shot a giant ice ball at them.

"Oh that is tempting, but I'll have to discuss it with my associates once they're on the scene. You know how team dynamics roll and everything!" He joked as he pulled on the chains, now running along the wall. "If I throw you and the girl into a window, can I trust you to stay inside and avoid the raging thunderstorm hazard?"

"I already got most of the fight on camera, so I can take a moment to put Manon somewhere safe." Alya nodded as they landed on a balcony. "You wouldn't have happened to see my friend Peter, did you? He's also American."

"I saw him run away earlier, New Yorkers have that kind of instinct when it comes to city wide chaos, wouldn't blame em." He responded. "You can thank me by taking photos of my good side. Way too many crazy fans focus on my abs and butt."

"Hah! You said butt." She giggled.

"Yes I did kiddo. Now, how about we play a game." The mask man said with a funny tone. "I promise you a nice and sticky lollipop if you let the nice lady here take you far far away from the danger. That sound nice?"

"Okay Mister Spider-man!"

"Please, my friends call me Spidey." He rubbed her head, before jumping off. "Hey lady!" The cool hero shouted as he started to swing away from them. "How come the rain doesn't taste as salty as you are at being cheated?!"

"Wha-!?" The lady got cut off as a foot was driven into her face.

"You did say that the contest was rigged right? Don't worry, I'm a very good listener!"

"You want salty weather Spider? Well then, Stormy weather predicts your about to be washed out!" A heaping pile of water came crashing down from the sky as Spidey was thrown into the ground, and washed into a bunch of cars.

"Welp …" They coughed up some water. "I know what's going in the blooper montage this month …"

"Come on Manon, we need to go." Alya lifted her up and began running.

"Aww, but the fight is really funny!" Heroes getting knocked around before saving the day was great. "We haven't even seen him beat her yet!"

"I'm sure you'll see the whole fight later. Now we got to go and make sure you're alive enough for Marinette to not kill me."

Marinette was so glad Spider-Man was able to get Alya and Manon out of danger. And she was glad the akuma was an excuse to run from the photoshoot so she could stop hyperventilating. "Marinette, get a hold of yourself!" Tikki grabbed her by the face.

"I know Tikki, but between another villain attack and being three Centimeters apart from Adrian, I'm not sure how much stress my heart can take at once!" She screamed. "But I'm good now … I'm good … Tikki, Spots On!"

The little red Kwami was sucked up into her earrings as she felt the power return to her once more in a flash. It was a little easier to get used to this time, it definitely felt a little more natural. Given that this was going to be her life in the long run, that was probably to be expected.

She ran along the rooftops, finding Chat leaping by next to her. "Hey there Bugaboo, looks like this time we're both late to the party." He said with a grin.

"I had a little trouble finding my invitation, hopefully we won't let this become a regular routine." One thing she did learn about wearing the mask was to play off the banter. It showed off more confidence if she responded without fear. "Do you think Spider-Man's managing without us?"

"So why pigtails?! Is that just a terrible fashion statement or is Hawkmoth a terrible hairdresser!?" A familiar voice shouted, followed by the sounds of thunder. "That anger did not answer my question, it could have come from either of the voices in your head!"

"He's still quipping, so that means he's still alive." Chat smirked. "Let's lend him a helping paw since he only has half the limbs of a real spider."

"The universe had to handicap his ego somehow." She nodded as she jumped off, sending her Yoyo into the villain while looking them over. "Look, it's a natural reaction to want to squash spiders, I know I feel what your feeling quite a bit right now, but there is such a thing as overkill."

"Aww, so I did make an impression. I'm honored." They responded without a hint of offense. "Hello partners. Don't mind me, I was softening her up for you."

"Oh really? Because the spider-sized holes in the walls say it was the other way around." Chat pointed.

"Well it's not like I'm going to punch someone brainwashed … or blonde. I have a bit of a weakness." He admitted.

"Don't try flirting with me now, no matter how great I think red looks." Chat smirked.

"I had to be teamed up with two boys that think they're funny." Ladybug grumbled. A DEFINITE downside to this hero gig.

"Would you stop ignoring me and hand over your miraculous already!?" The lady screamed as purple bolts of lightning rained from the sky. "Because Stormy Weather is starting to get impatient!"

"I think Stormy Weather should stop referring to herself in the third person!" Spider-man lifted a car door to block the strike that was aimed at him."You already have voices in your head, do you need to give the doctors more reasons to lock you up?"

"SHUT UP!" With that, car sized hail began falling from the sky.

"Aw, that's no reason to rain on our parade, we're just concerned samaritans trying to help." Chat Noir twirled his bo staff around rapidly and broke one of the icey stones in half. "So let us help before the X-men call and sue you for ripping off Storm."

"Oh that lady WISHES she was as good as me!" The villain screamed as the wind began picking up.

"Did you manage to locate the Akuma?" She asked, using her tool to latch herself to a street lamp.

"Well her pockets aren't deep enough for paper, and she always waves around the umbrella before she does something, so three guesses where it is." Spidey smirked.

"Her pigtails?" Chat asked.

"Unless we want her getting even more mad at us for causing split ends, I'm going to take a chance and say the umbrella is the safest bet." Ladybug noted. "We need to get her off the streets and into a more isolated spot."

"She's one of those weather girls in that voting competition. I saw her react violently to Mirelle merchandise." Spidey noted. "It'll be easy to draw her back to the news station where she was humiliated."

"But she already caused destruction there, what's left to draw her back to?" Chat asked.

"Our lovely voices of course." The vigilante grinned as he began scaling the walls despite the wind. "Yo, Stormy! Mind making it rain a little more!? I don't think the old man hit his head and went to bed already!"

"Come on Spidey, spare a cat a dry set a paws. I'm feline under the weather with this wind." Chat smirked.

"Hey, I'm the one risking being washed down the spout here. Cats get the honor of shaking off their wet fur don't they?"

"Nah, we just lick ourselves clean. It's quite the hairy situation for us. Guess you spider's are only use to sticky one's though." Someone….end her misery right now!

"STOP IGNORING ME!" With a scream, Stormy froze over the buildings and roads.

"No traction, no traction, no sticky!" Spidey shouted as he was sent flying in the wind. "Okay, here's one for the books…..YOUR DRESS IS AN OVERRATED WASHCLOTH!"

The wind instantly died down … as the area became eerily silent. "... I think you broke the cloud's back." Chat whispered, moving back just a bit.

"...So I'll meet you guys at the news station while I'm running for my life?" Spidey asked.

"Unless you feel like becoming a spider shish kebab, go right ahead." Ladybug waved her hands, feeling the slightest bit satisfied.

Rumble

"I WILL DINE ON FRIED SPIDER!"

Adrien looked over the news station, covered with tons of frost. "So, are we having a enclosed encounter or a rooftop rumble?" He questioned his partner.

"COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!"

"Can't I run across this building like a Spider instead!?"

"Rooftop rumble." The ever beautiful Ladybug noted as they ran inside. "We'll catch Stormy Weather off guard going through the front as she's focused on Spidey."

"Alrighty, if the fine lady will take my hand then?" He asked with a grin.

"Is this really the time for you to try and ask me out on a date?" She glared.

"Actually it's because the power's shot, I can see in the dark, and you're five seconds from running into a wall." But hey, if there was time, win win.

"I am not-!"

SMACK

"...not…opposed to you asisting me to the top." His lady shook off the momentary shock.

"See, we're already agreeing with each other. It's a step by step process." Chat Noir took the ladies hand and led her through the stairs.

"Easy there Kitty. I think we'd have to be friends first before I even consider the notion of dating you."

"... Are we not friends?" He asked with genuine surprise. From his experience with Peter and Chloe, friends were just people who helped each other and made you happy.

"Well, I'd want to be, god knows that it would make fighting crime easier, but we just met Chat, and it wasn't under the most ideal circumstances either." The lady told him.

"What can be more Ideal than saving Paris?"

"Almost after dooming it over a simple mistake." Ladybug countered.

"That's like blaming people for getting akumatized, it happens." Chat assured her. "... I think, given this is our second one." He shook his head. "You did good M'lady. We wouldn't even stand a chance against Hawkmoth if you weren't here fighting alongside us."

"Thanks Chaton." She smiled. "It's just…being a superhero was the LAST thing on my mind before it came crashing into my life. I'm still learning the ropes to all of it, and not to mention we all wear masks."

"Well … what about a patrol?" He asked. "Looking around the city for an Akuma while talking with each other. Get to know … who we are?"

"I'd be up for patrol, but… we can't reveal who we are to each other." The girl said with a stern expression. "I don't know all the rules of Akumazation, but on the chance that one of us CAN get infected, we'd only make Hawkmoth's job easier if we knew who each other was."

"Come on, do I look like the kind of guy to take off the costume on the first meet up?" He smirked.

"...Do you want me to answer that seriously?"

"Fair…" Chat felt that was a line to not cross…not for the moment at least. He could wait until Hawkmoth was defeated to reveal his identity, and Hawkmoth WOULD be defeated. "So what's the plan for Stormy anyway? She has the skies to her advantage."

"That's where I'm hoping the brightly colored target she's trying to fry and my lucky charm come in handy." Chat thought that the rooftop conversation was just two people trying to break the ice…but she seemed to legitimately be irritated at Spider-man for whatever reason.

"... He did pretty good with those civilians." Chat said as they approached the top floor. Adrien wasn't the kind of guy to judge people, especially someone that was genuinely helping. And when he saw Spider-man not only save Alya and that kid from freezing, but just talking to her and making her laugh…maybe the web head had a small point. "Maybe cut the guy a little slack for when he's actually being helpful."

"I did say I'd give him the benefit of the doubt." She admitted. "He just … feels like … I don't know how to describe it. He rubs me the wrong way." She clenched her hands, the one holding onto his felt quite lovely if he was being honest.

"I do think he's trying to help, but I'll keep that in mind." He smirked. "You and I are partners first and foremost. I'll have your back."

"Thanks … and I'll try trusting him more." She smiled. How can someone smile like that at him and NOT be his friend? She just needed time to realize it.

They reached the rooftop … where the third member of their little team landed, letting out a groan. "Guys … need a plan …" Spidey said while panting. "Otherwise I'm gonna have to start dipping into Chat's nine lives reserve."

"Sorry Spidey, felines only." He chuckled, helping the spider up. "So where's our not so sunny forecast?"

"SPIDER-MAAAAAAN! YOU CAAAN'T ESSACAAAPE MEEEE!" Lighting began shooting down at all corners of the building as rapid winds began surrounding them. "I'LLL CHAAASE YOOOU TOOO THE EENDS OF THE EAAAARRRTH!"

"Right there with an eighty percent chance of doom." He continued.

"Not on my watch. Lucky Charm!" His lady threw her YoYo into the air as magic began to swirl … until …

"... You have the almighty power of creation … and you decided to make a towel?" Spidey asked.

"I told you I don't control it! I have to figure out HOW to use it in order to defeat her." She began looking around, particularly looking at an air vent and the billboard on the side. "I got a plan. Chat Noir, you cataclysm the base of the billboard, Spidey, you keep her attention off me."

"So keep doing what I've been doing?" Spidey asked.

"Not my fault shes keen on a career as a bug zapper." His lady smiled cheekily.

"Fair point." He nodded, jumping in the air. "So, now that you destroyed the contest, what's next on your agenda!? Cheat as a weather girl controlling the weather? That just proves you don't have any skill!"

"Oh yeah!? Here's a prediction that everyone can see coming! Spider-man fried from the inside out with a ice spike in his head!"

"Can I ask for a side of pepper?" Alright, his Lady might have had a point about the guy asking for it.

Chat Noir ran to the billboard. "Cataclysm!" He felt the familiar cool energy envelop his hand as he ran, scratching the object his lady asked him to destroy.

The metal instantly began to rust and corrode, until it fell apart into dust and crumbled away into nothingness, forcing it to fall forward, right on top of Stormy Weather, who was more focused on trying to fry Spidey than her surroundings.

"AHHHH!" The weather witch shrieked as she blasted a hole for her to pass through and avoid getting crushed, landing on the roof and crushing most of the ventilation system….aside from a now exposed fan pointing upwards AT stormy weather.

"Perfect timing Kitty!" Ladybug opened up the towel over her head and jumped….using the towel as a parasail and floating right towards Stormy weather.

"...I want to call bs but given that our powers are magic, I'm not sure how much room I have to talk." Spider-man muttered. "I mean thinking about it, the wetsuit should have exploded from internal and external pressure alone." He chained up the girl's leg, giving another distraction as his lady got in close.

"No fair! You all rigged it!"

"No, we just learned the rules of the game and beat you at it!" Ladybug flew right into Stormy weather and grabbed the Umbrella. "Chat, hot potato!" She threw it at him.

"More like a cold potato, but who am I to judge?" He smirked as he broke the object over his leg, letting the purple butterfly fly out.

"It's time to De-Evilize!" Ladybug shouted, throwing her Yo-Yo with graceful accuracy as she perfectly captured the akuma. "Bye bye butterfly." She gently smiled, waving as a pristine white creature flew out. She then tossed up the towel. "Miraculous Ladybug!"

In an instant, the ladybugs came and swarmed the place, fixing up the streets, the buildings, the roof, and even clearing up the skies, even bringing Stormy weather back to normal. "Wow….that's just so…" Adrian couldn't help but marvel at the sight… not just the magic… but at this girl… this smart…confident…. beautiful girl.

"Miraculous?" Spidey nudged him in the elbow with a smirk.

"I thought that was your title?" It did fit though.

"Like I said, we're team miraculous. Can't just all go to me." The web head shrugged.

The akumatized victim, Aurore, stood up with a groan. She looked around in horror. "I'm sorry … I got so mad and-"

"Hey, it's cool." Instantly, Spider-Man leaned down and patted her head. "I saw it with the last victim. It's not your fault, the Akuma just drives you crazy. Keep on focusing and I'm sure you'll get up there. That weather magic you showed was pretty sensational and upbeat."

"… Really?" She asked.

"Yeah, I might have said some things, but I'm just a jokester in a fight." He pulled her up. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll knock 'em dead in a fair fight … one that doesn't involve lightning hopefully." He pulled out the chain. "We can tell your story to my personal part of the web if you want."

"Oh, oh if you want to.." The girl blushed.

"Hey, it's the least I can do for a girl I both insulted and tried to chain up." He laughed.

"Oh brother." Ladybug rolled her eyes.

"You know, for a spider, you have remarkably good people skills." Chat snickered. "Here I thought you'd try to bite our heads."

"Thought about it, then realized I didn't want to cough up hairballs."

"Oh look at that, timer, we're leaving!" The lady shouted, jumping off the roof.

"Don't worry, one of our jokes will stick with ya!" While Ladybug was out of reach, Spidey was nice to be around with. It was almost like hopping around Paris with Peter. "But you should leave, timer and all that."

"Sure …" Chat paused. "Why didn't you use your power?"

"Don't want to abuse it too much. I don't have much control over how much force goes into it, and the last thing I want is to give a brainwashed victim a concussion."

"… That checks." If Ladybug saw this side of Spidey, she'd probably be more trusting. Eh, guess it was his job to be the mediator for the moment until that day comes.

Alya sighed in relief as she made her way into Marinette's room. "Today was so hectic …" Shipping, dealing with a kid, surviving a super villain. Crazy stuff.

"You're telling me. I thought it was just gonna be more rock people. Now we have to worry about anything from stormy witches to clone armies." Marinette collapsed on her bed. "Thanks for watching over Manon…everything just got so crazy and I got lost in all the commotion."

"Hey, no problem." Well, it was a little of a problem because the little tyke wouldn't listen half the time, but the girl was still smiling, so it was fine right? "I couldn't get the film for the fight, but what makes it worth it in the end, other than Manon being alright, is the thought of you making progress with Adrien." She smiled.

"What progress? I stammered like a moron and froze up before anything could happen." Marinette covered her face with a pillow.

"And now you know you just need to get comfortable around him." Alya noted. "Meaning we need to give you more exposure."

"MORE!?" The girl freaked out. "You want me to do that again!?"

"Yay, more playtime!" Manon cheered out. How someone could still have so much energy after life and death was beyond anyone's guess … then again she wasn't really one to talk.

"Yes girl, again. If you want this to be more than a crush, then you gotta be proactive and put yourself out there!" Alyas raised a fist in the air. "It's like content creation. There's no reward if you don't have a little risk."

"Yeah, but risk should be highly calculated and stuff." Marinette argued. "Pros and cons and how much you're risking and how bad it could be and-"

"You're spiraling." Alya deadpanned. "Look, Peter told me his birthday was coming up soon. That's the perfect time to do something. You don't have to make it a grand declaration of love. Just make it a meaningful gift from one friend to another. That's how you'll inch your way out of the friendzone."

"A gift … for Adrien …" And now they were trailing off … great.

"I don't suppose you have any idea, do you, you little monkey?" Alya turned to Manon.

"Lollipop!" The girl shouted. "I never got my lollipop from Spidey."

That seemed to knock Marinette out of it. "Manon … he was probably just saying that to calm you down. I don't think he's gonna-"

There was a knock on the window. "Evening ladies, mind letting a slightly drenched Spider in?"

"GAH!" The two teenagers screamed.

"Spidey!" Once again, childhood innocence surpassed teenage confidence and bravado.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON MY ROOF!?" Marinette rightfully shouted.

"We'll I asked 'the web' where to find a redhead girl who hangs around akuma attacks, and they all said to check the Dupain-Cheng bakery." He explained.

"...Smart. Freaky and a little invasive, but smart." Alya admitted.

"Okay, but again…..WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON MY ROOF!?"

"Well I had a promise to keep to the little girl and I'd be remiss if I didn't do something about it."

"You didn't lie!?" Manon asked with sparkly eyes.

"What? And let little old Spidey break a promise?" He asked, pulling out a wrapped up lollipop. "It really does look like the people of Paris need to know the real me."

"Aww, that's really sweet." Alya cooed.

"Haven't we been told to never take candy from strangers?" Marinette asked.

"I bought this downstairs." They deadpanned.

"And he's not a stranger, his my friend Spidey!" Manon shouted. "Can I have it!?"

"...Alight…but Alya…go outside with her…I don't want masked people suddenly thinking my room's a hotspot hang out." Marinette backed away.

"So no discount on baked goods for loyal customers?" The hero pouted.

"Relax Marinette. I'll make sure he doesn't bite." Marinette was a nice girl, but could be so high strung sometimes. Picking up the little tyke, she stepped outside. "You really like living up to the friendly neighborhood title, don't you?"

"It's a brand, I live with it." He admitted, handing the lollipop over to Manon. "Now make sure you don't go causing any trouble for your babysitters or mom. Only good girls get lollipops, so I need you to promise me, alright?"

"I promise." She nodded.

"You're not crossing your fingers are you?"

"…. Noooooo…." The little girl said playfully as she sucked on her candy.

"Kids, can't live with them, can't live without them." Alya rolled her eyes. It was enough dealing with the wonder twins at home.

"True that, the optimism astounds me." The hero nodded. "So, crazy camera chick, I see you're a fan of super heroes. How about I give you a bug's eye view of the action when you need it?" The arachnid hero smirked.

"Wait, you're serious?" Alya blinked in astoundment.

"If it'll keep you from getting close enough to the fights in question. Ladybug and Chat Noir showed me how to take pics and film with this thing, so I can lend some of my non live footage to you too."

"That…that's huge! Yes! Yes of course I'll take it!" She squealed in excitement. "Ah man, my first big source as a reporter, and it's with a SUPERHERO!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just keep it on the downlow, alright." Spider-man hushed her. "I'm doing this because your the type that won't back down, so you get the exclusive. But don't bring anyone else along when you're hunting things down, I'm trying to keep casualties on the down low.

"Alright … I guess I can demote Peter to manning equipment." She muttered. "As soon as I whack his head for not helping me and Manon run."

"Yeah, because people always think rationally during a crisis.." Spidey murmured.

"What was that?" She asked.

"I said how about we start our collaboration now." He picked up his chain and flipped open a screen. So cool! "First story? Two weather girls, bonding over their mutual hatred of the industry." Let the excitement flow!