"Do you think there's any possibility of getting too many carbs?" Alya asked, taking a bite out of another pastry. "Cause I feel like I at least gained five pounds since knowing you…then again, if you keep making Macaroons this good it might be worth it." Slowly, Marinette's bedroom was starting to become her go to hang out spot. "So, anything major happening on your front girl?"

"Nothing much, just helping Mylene's dad with a commission for a new hat. He's gotten a role in MIME: The musical."

"... Isn't that a bit contradictory?" Alya asked.

"Apparently they're miming out the entire orchestra, so it's bound to be somewhat entertaining to see how they could pull it off." Marinette shrugged. "It can't be any worse then that time they made a musical on Captain America's life."

"I actually found that in pretty good taste." The girl shrugged. Weird for there to be rapping, and she was pretty sure neither Hawkeye or Black widow were a part of the original avengers, but entertaining enough. "So, I got this new clip of Ladybug, wanna see it?" She asked.

"Don't you have like a dozen videos of her?"

"Yeah, but this time it's different. It's her and Chat Noir in some kind of freak friday situation." Alya eagerly showed it off. "Red leather, and a black suit with green spots, so weird, but kind of really cool too, like one of those variant covers that they make for comic books."

"Where did you get this?" Marinette asked with surprise.

"Oh, my mom was baking a casserole, but when she opened the oven a train came out instead. I saw them run across the rooftops as I was rolling through the streets." Alya grinned. "Sure I had to avoid literal raining Dogs and fried chicken spontaneously combusting in the air, but I say it was all worth it."

"Alya… seriously, we need to put you into an intervention or something." Marinette shook her head in disappointment.

"I'll concede the moment Peter stops drinking coffee…. so NEVER!" She grinned. "Anyway, this is one of a kind footage I can never, ever replace. Priceless to the entire hero community." She said. "It's gonna be awesome when I post it on the ladyblog. Just think of the views! The only thing that could make it possible better is getting footage of their fight with that new Supervillain, Mr. Negative I think it was."

"Wh-what?" Marinette's eyes widened weirdly as she stumbled over her chair. "You-you know about Mr. Negative?"

"That black and white guy who ragdolled Spider-Man near FEAST?" Alya asked. "I only heard rumors about him, since everything was so weird with all the monuments flying around in the sky and the sun constantly breaking in half next to the broken moon, but yeah, people know about him. Thing is… he's not an akuma by Hawkmoth, which means there's a brand new branch of Bad guy coming to Paris… and I can't wait to get it all on camera!"

"Heh, you… may want to tone down the excitement." Marinette chuckled weakly. "You see…well…guess it's better to show you." Her friend led her downstairs into her parent's bakery. "Peter… eh… he hasn't taken the news about Feast that well…"

"You think you know a guy, you think you know him so well, but nooope, they turn out to be a lying jerk." The boy grumbled in a daze, taking a large drink out of a bottle.

"... Marinette … is he …" Alya asked in concern.

"Drunk off of Chocolate Milk." She explained in a whisper. "We told him we ran out of coffee two hours ago so we wouldn't use the whole supply on him."

"I mean the Mayor's a jerk and he's in power. Is everyone in power super evil? Can no one be trusted to be in charge or they'll be a suuuper villain? That's bad, they're all jerks." He said, taking another swing. "Apparently with Great Power comes the great likelihood of being evil ….ugh…. since when did it become night out?"

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon." Alya poked his head.

"Is it…" He looked outside. "I think the sugar's getting to my brain…..flying bacon's roaming the sky.."

"How is he not having a heart attack?" Alya had to ask.

"New York adrenaline?" Marinette suggested, before sighing. "Peter, not that I'm not unsympathetic…but I'm worried. You've been here all morning, and the only reason why you haven't been kicked out yet is because you've ordered nearly everything off the menu."

"I feel so happy for my business, but so concerned for his health." Marinette's dad nodded.

"What's to worry about? I'm fine, FEAST is fine, and Martin Li is fine while escaping as a supervillain, apparently being perfectly okay with murdering people, because good men are eevil deep down."

"...I'm sorry, psudo-drunk american say what now?"

"Take a picture of Mr Negative and turn it negative." The boy said. "That's how you learn the crazy man's fake mask and secret identity."

"Wait really? Cool!" Marinette shoved an elbow into her chest for that. "I mean…. that's terrible.."

"No, don't kill your enthusiasm for my sake, someone deserves to be happy for all the lives he's ruined." Peter's head slumped on the table. "What's the point in helping people if you're just going to hurt just as many, if not more? Is the pursuit of being a good person just fruitless?"

"Okay, now you're just talking nonsense." Marinette poked him in the head. "If that was the case, then that would automatically justify Chloe and anything she's ever done. Do you REALLY want to live in that kind of world?"

"... Don't we already live in a world where her dad can do whatever he wants?" Jeeze, this thing hit him hard. "I mean … how could he just … do all that … he never even cared in the end, did he?"

"Hey, we don't know that." Marinette said, sitting down next to the boy. "Most of Hawkmoth's victims are just people going through a bad time. Sure, Mr. Li may not be an Akuma, but we don't know the full story with him."

"..Does that just mean we wipe away the fact he's killed?"

"No, but that also means it's just as important to figure out why he's the way he is." Alya jumped on board the conversation. "Maybe you can't forgive him, but if he's done this much to help people, starting a feast and all that, then it can't be completely black and white."

Peter stopped at that one, looking down. "He was … a good man. Always there for everyone. He helped aunt May after Ben left." He admitted. "Nothing romantic, I could tell that much, he just … genuinely cared about people." Tears started to fall. "So why … why would he go out there and …"

"Hey, it's okay, just let it out." Marinette wrapped her arms around the boy, patting him on the back as they hugged. "Trust me when I say I've spent a lot of time wondering why Chloe's so bitter and angry at me all the time, but that kind of thinking never leads anywhere good. You become more distrustful and worried about everything and it breaks you down. Don't go down that road Peter. We're still here and we got your back."

"I'm sorry … it just … I trusted him … me and May trusted him and … and he spat on it …"

"Hey, why don't we head outside for a while, just get some air." Alya pushed the boy off the seat….and proceeded to fall over.

"...Legs fell asleep…been sitting here for over five hours."

"Six actually." Marinette's dad put in.

"Come on big guy." She picked him up. "Oh, Marinette, grab my phone from upstairs, would you?"

"No problem." She saluted as she walked away.

"You… sure… you want her… working with your… phone?" Peter asked as he stumbled to get up. "She is…pretty clumsy."

"It's fine. I have everything backed up into the cloud. She couldn't mess it up even if she lost the thing in a sewer drain." She got him to his feet. "Luckily you still have a boney nerd body, so you're pretty easy to pick up."

"Thank you, I try my best to never eat healthy." He grumbled, shaking his head off. "Just for once, I'll pray that we have a perfectly normal day."

Fred Harpele did his best to run, taking as much air as he could. He couldn't believe the meet up changed, and so last minute too. But things like this happened, what mattered was being there before it was too late. He spent far too much time and far too many false promises to miss his big shot. Years of 'professional' miming was FINALLY going to pay off!

It was only due to the love and support he had from his darling daughter Myelene that he even had the will to keep going at his dream for this long. He…well, to put it nicely…he was … a bit of a procrastinator. Nothing too serious, but Fred would rather spend his time watching cartoons with family than he would in rehearsal.

It was this latest warning that kicked him in the but. If Fred didn't arrive on time, he was going to be replaced with Chris! No way was that going to happen, not with his one big shot on the line. So nice of the man to give him the heads up on the location change. Strange that the musical would be taking place at the Louve of all places, but it was a MIME show, so maybe they were taking some liberties in what they could use as a stage.

Fred continued to run, eventually arriving at … nothing … strange, he could have sworn this was the place. Pulling out his phone, he called Sarah, waiting for the phone to pick up. "Fred, where are you right now?" Her familiar voice asked.

"Sarah, I'm at the Louve, where are you?"

"The Louve-why the heck would we have the show at the louve?! You promised me you would have your head in the game today, Fred!" His boss shouted at him with familiar anger he's gotten used to.

"But-but I did, I made sure, I double checked and-" This wasn't making any sense, why was this happening to him right now!?

"Do you know how hard it is to work with someone you know is going to disappoint you? I do, because I have to do nearly…every…single…day…with people like you who refuse to get their act straight!"

"But I swear, I asked-"

"No! No more excuses Fred! Your part is going to Chris! If you still want to be a stage hand, call back in a week, when you've thought about your career!" She hung up … no … why was …

"All those years … all that effort …" He looked at his hat… the hat his daughter got her friend to make for him because she believed in him more than anybody, the hat that had a picture of said daughter in it… and now everything was ruined… because of CHRIS!

"He tricked me…. he tricked me so he could take the part for himself!" It was the thing that made the most sense, she said the role was going to him, he called about a meet up both he and Sarah were unaware of. That slimy, double crossing, no good-was that a butterfly?

"Mime, I am Hawkmoth. They thought of you as second rate, but I shall grant you the power to bring anything your talent can show to life!"

Yes, this would be his chance, to become a mime like no other! "..." He tried to speak…but got nothing. "..." His mouth refused to open no matter how much he tried.

"Wait, you can't respond?"

"..."

"Strange, this never happened before…. okay, nod once if you want this power, twice if you reject. Despite what people say about me I need at least SOME form of consent to superpower people."

"..." He nodded. With a flash of power, he was transformed, looking around at the world. The Mime pulled out some car keys, pressing them as his new vehicle beeped. He walked onto it and unlocked the door, getting inside as he cranked the engine. The Mime put the gear into drive as he rode on to destroy Chris.

"Hey dingus! Get out of the-hey, is he floating?" The car right in front of him asked. Not wanting to waste anytime, the Mime took out a shotgun, only to fall to the ground. Turns out he could only make one object at a time … meh, he'd figure it out later. He fired at the tires, making the visible vehicle flip over him. "AHHHHHHHHH! MIME'S ARE SCARIER THAN I COULD EVER IMAGINE!"

Alright, that wasn't going to get him anywhere. He mimed a motorcycle. More speed and easier to get through two cars. Just hope he remembered how to drive one. Now how did this go-ahhhhhh! Too fast, too fast, way too fast!

"Look mommy, a scary clown's about to smash into the car!"

Screeeeeeeeeeeeee

The mime smashed to the car, sending him flying into the air. Okay, okay, this wouldn't be hard, he just needed a jet pack! Yeah, that'll work, and he'll be able to do anything from the air-AHHHHHH! He had no idea how to work a jetpack either!

CRAASSSSSSSSSSSSSHH

"... I am both apprehensive, yet excited about how today is going to go." If he could tell the guy to can it, he would.

Alright, looks like he's going to have to start getting used to actually using things instead of just making them up … shouldn't take too long.

Come on Peter, you need to get over this. So what if one of the most prominent people in your life and role model for helping others turned out to be a supervillain with a mental problem, you could get over it. If Adrian could survive having a supervillain for a father, then Peter could get over Mr. Li being Mr. Negative. "You know, I never thought I would live to see that day where looking at the eiffel tower in the distance would be a mundane experience." He tried to get back into his normal bout of humor. If Marinette and Alya were willing to push him out of his funk, the least he could do was attempt like it was working.

"When you live in Paris your entire life, it kind of is." Marinette said. "Although I have a feeling I'd probably blow a gasket visiting the craziness of New York."

"Marinette, you're a sweet girl … but you wouldn't last five minutes." Peter said bluntly.

"Oh, is that a challenge, Mr. Parker?" She shot back with a silly smirk.

"No, just a friendly warning. Alya might survive, if only be the sheer skin of her teeth with her endless stubbornness-"

"I think the word you're looking for is actually determination." The red head chuckled.

"Stubbornness." He and Marinette replied simultaneously.

"My two besties are ganging up against me. What a cruel world. And to think I would've included you two in my acceptance speech for journalist of the year." She sighed dramatically.

"I swear, every redhead I meet is an insane maniac." Peter rolled his eyes.

"How many red heads do you know?" Marinette asked.

"Well, aside from Alix and Nathaniel…though I think he dyes his hair, there was this girl I grew up with called Mary Jane. During a Hulk rampage that made its way into Queens when we were ten, she walked up and handed the man a sandwich instead of running away like a sane person."

"Whoa… I don't know if that girl has iron ovaries or balls… but it's iron something." Alya smirked.

"Yeah, she's pretty cool. Now she's getting into the modeling gig, so I rarely saw her before I left." Peter said. "Between her and Adrien, I wonder if I just have a thing for being friends with model-"

CRASH

… They turned to see a purple man in a suit floating in the air, messing with what sounded like levers, before giving out a silent scoff and walking out onto the ground. "...You know, I honestly thought it would be a lot sooner than I would see a super powered mime. Guess some surprises still exist in the city of love." Peter commented as they saw the pale man walk away.

"Marinette, give me back my phone." Alya said resolutely. "I have a villain to film." Filming was being involved. That was his cue to slip away before he got dragged into being her cameraman-"oh no you don't, not this time!" Alya caught his arm.

"How!?"

"I've developed a sixth sense to detect whenever you're about to run off." She smiled proudly. "Now Marinette, my pho-" The girl was gone. "Dang it! I should've asked for it back earlier."

"Or you should have focused on people around you instead of just me." He pointed out.

"To each his own." Really!? Did she really use that line on him? "Alright, Plan b, we're using your phone, so start filming!" She dragged him along toward the Mime villain.

"Except I left mine on the counter during my sugar crash." He lied. "I'll go grab it."

"It's sticking out of your left pocket." Alya responded without even turning back to him.

"How do you even-?!"

"Journalistic secret." She smirked, running up to the akuma. "Hello there, Mr Mime. Can I get an interview?" The man stared at her, before acting like he was closing a door, locking it as he tossed away the key, before the mime began to walk away. "Wait, I need to-" Alya bumped on the air. "What the …" She felt around. "He locked me in a jail cell!"

"Wow, didn't see that coming." Peter chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll get your video… from a safe distance. You just sit tight." He finally was able to run off. Occasionally villains were helpful for situations like this.

"Wow, villain mime." Annasi noted. "I'm surprised pigeons came before this all things considered, and five times to boot."

"I'm just glad the villainous mime came before the villainous clown. I know enough Batman lore to know that's something the world doesn't need." He shook his head. Okay Parker, you had your time to mope and get over it. Now you had to get back to fighting shape and making jokes that the audience loved."Annasi, Thwip it."

With a flash, he swung out his chain, making his way to the rooftops as he saw Ladybug fighting off some invisible arrows. "Wow, me and you before Chat? That's a new combo." He commented, throwing out his weapon to try and throw the guy off guard.

"I'm hoping it's not a regular occurrence." Ladybug grumbled as her yo-yo bounced off, before he began making a throwing motion." "What's he-"

"Get down!" Spider-Man shoved two the young as he felt a buzzsaw whizz by his head, bits of his hair getting sliced in the process. "Evil mime, invisible constructs.

"How was he evil holding something like that without cutting himself?" She asked, before the man pulled something off of his back, resting two hands and pumping it, before aiming down an invisible scope. "And now he has a shotgun, great."

Bang Bang Bang

The two of them used their shields to block the bullets. Alright, calm down, try to focus. "I think the akuma's in his hat." He noted.

"Probably, but it's too dangerous to get in close." Ladybug said. "He can pull out anything and we can't see it." She noticed a nearby car riding up closely.. "Great, someone's pulling in." She flipped in the air, blocking bullets from hitting a window. "Hey, I'm going to need you to … leave …"

Adrien, who was inside of the limo, and Ladybug, who was blocking shots without looking, stared at each other with such sparkling adoration that Peter briefly wondered if this was how diabetics felt. "He-hello there." Adrien stuttered.

"Oh, hey there heydrian-I mean hey there, Adri3n… I mean, hi, citizen..I mean, I know you're Adrien Agreste and I don't want to come off too casually.."

"Oh no, it's fine, you can-can call Adrian if you want." The boy blushed. "I mean; you've already saved me and Paris a dozen times over, so it's literally the least I could do."

"Oh really? Thanks, I-Ah, thank you for letting me save you-not that I want you to be in danger but it's not-not good to see you." Oh my stars and garters she had a crush on Adrien. Probably the celebrity model thing.

"It's um, good to see you too. I … like your hair. It's very blue." One that Adrien returned one hundred percent because he had a crush on Ladybug.

"Thanks… I… grew it myself." And now they are getting into cheesy lines. He wondered if Ladybug was deliberately doing this for the sake of getting him back for all the times he flirted with Chloe. At least then it was seventy percent facetious.

"Hey Ladybug?" Spidey asked. "I know I'm gonna sound a bit hypocritical, but maybe save the flirting until … AFTER HE STOPS shooting bullets at us!?" The hero shouted.

Adrien blinked. "That doesn't look like he's using a gun."

The two of them turned to see the mime mess with what looked like a briefcase, before pulling out something heavy, hefting it on his shoulder and messing with an invisible scope, aiming at the both of them. "That would be a rocket launcher." Ladybug said in a dead tone. "... DRIVE THE LIMO, LADY!" She screamed at Nathalie.

"For the record, I'm driving because I'm assuring Adrien's safety." Even in life threatening danger, the woman was as cold as ever.

Phewwwww

The sound of the rocket rang in the air as he and Ladybug did their best to locate it. What he wouldn't give to be psychic right about now!

BOOM

"GAAAAH!" He screamed, being hit as he rolled across the ground. Oh, the injuries Mr Negative gave weren't helping at ALL right now. The mime then swung an invisible lasso around him, binding Spidey's arms as he pulled him closer to the akumatized villain. "I suppose … asking for … stand up comedy … is too much?" Peter weakly got out.

The villain responded by gripping the rope and swinging him around and around. "Whataya know, he does have a good sense of humor!" Ladybug jumped in, going for a punch, only for the man to raise his arm and for a clank to be heard, likey an invisible shield… which was the moment Spidey felt the ropes around him disappear.

"I'm not tied up anymore, he must only be able to make one object at a time!" He announced to ladybug as he sent his chain out, which was also blocked. The mime then reached for their pocket, pulling on an invisible pin and tossing something that clanked on the ground.

"Doesn't mean much if we can't even overcome one object!" Ladybug shouted, jumping out of the way.

BOOM

The floor became a crater as the two of them were blown away by debris. "This gives a brand new meaning to silent but deadly." Spidey grumbled, brushing off a piece of concrete that landed on his back. "What's even sadder is that I consider this exponentially safer than Mr. Negative."

"I know how you feel." Ladybug grumbled. "At least this guy isn't a psycho with a gang." The man pulled out a bow and arrow, firing at them. "Spidey, try grabbing his hat with Adhesion. Worst case scenario you go for a recharge."

"Or I poke my eye out with a bomb, but why split hairs?" He rolled his eyes as he leapt forward. "Adhesion!" He aimed for the hat, which began to fly forward-

Clank

And was stopped by an invisible wall blocking the path it was following. "Oooh, now's my turn to join the party!" Chat Noir jumped in and slammed the Mime from behind.

"Jeeze, I didn't think the vet would hold you so late. Did you have flees?" Spidey asked with a smirk.

"Nah, I was just grooming. Have to keep my fur nice and clean for M'Lady." The cat hero laughed as he pinned the mime down by the back. "Ironic, I'm fighting a Mime villain on the way to a mime musical-"

A notable flash of anger came over the villain's face, as the mouthed a growl and busted off, floating upward in the air ever so slightly as he held Chat Noir in a grasp while not even touching him. "Oh great, he made an invisible mech suit."

"Plus side, we know why he's akumatized." Ladybug said. "Should have been obvious in hindsight, but maybe we should go meet with that troupe of actors."

"Yeah, that's if he leaves us alive enough to do so!" Spidey shouted as Chat noir was thrown into them as the mime grabbed his hat and aimed their palm at them. "Please don't have invisible lasers, please don't have invisible lasers-"

PEW PEW PEW

"Ask a stupid question, get a deadly answer!" Ladybug shouted as the three of them were blasted backwards.

"What about a deadly question!?" Spidey asked, before the mime pulled out a unibeam. "Nope, that was a stupid one!"

Ladybug jumped across the rooftop, doing her best to catch her breath. "Is anyone … still on fire?" Invisible flamethrower, not pleasant. Silly her for thinking that a mime villain would be easy.

"Just have scorch marks, nothing a little cat bath can't fix." Chat shook off as he patted away a possible flame on his suit.

"Reburned the negative wounds, so that's nice." Spider-man grumbled, taking a deep breath.

Ladybug looked over, still feeling heat despite nothing being there. "He left us a wall of invisible fire to stop us from following. He must be after that troupe."

"You know there's easier ways to audition than resorting to murder." Spidey shook his head.

"I dunno, he managed to catch us off guard, I would give him an A for effort." Chat chuckled weakly. "What's a little fire compared to reality almost breaking? We got this."

"Yeah…" Ladybug tried to focus. Her day was already complicated, first dealing with the fact the head of FEAST was a supervillain, supporting one of her closest friends from the fact said head was said villain, and then getting flustered at her talk with Adrien AS Ladybug… and the subsequent mental slap to the face she gave herself for thinking Spidey had the right idea with Chloe. The only difference was that one was the devil spawn incarnate, and the other was a pure angel. "Lets see, the akuma is definitely in his hat. We can't get close because he can make anything on the flip of a dime, and he can only make one object at a time … this seems like a repeat of Pharaoh and Screwball, we have to rely on their obsessive mentality." It was the only thing that came to mind.

"Sounds simple enough. From there, we can try to overwhelm him. Three of us, one of him. He can't keep his eyes on us forever." Spidey nodded, looking at his miraculous. "I'll go recharge for another adhesion, you to go on ahead."

"Sure thing Spidey." Chat said, turning to the ground. "The heat is gone, he must have made another object."

BOOM

"Correction, he definitely made one." She threw out her yoyo, swinging forward. She and Chat Noir arrived to see the mime floating in air, slowly running over vehicles, turning in air, and firing off some sort of ammo … "….HE made a freaking TANK!"

"How did he even learn to use six pedals?" Chat asked in surprise.

CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH

"...Judging by how many swerves and smashed cars in his way, something tells me he hasn't." Ladybug noted. "Okay, so that's something else we can exploit. Not everything he makes he understands the function of."

"Makes sense." Chat nodded. "You go talk with the troup, I'll show Mr Mime here how vicious a cranky cat can be." With that, he jumped on top of the vehicle, knocking from the roof. "Hello there." He smiled as the villain was unable to reach him. "Can't really touch me now, can you? Unless you want to get rid of your shielding and risk me grabbing your hat." From a distance, Chaton's antics were adorable….in a platonic way of course.

She swung over to the bus, knocking on the door. "Mind if I come in?" After the driver stopped holding a hand on their heart, they opened it up, as Ladybug walked on. "Hello there. Can anyone recognize the akuma following us?" She asked the group.

"What, Fred!? But he should be at the Louve!" The man in the mime costume said.

"...And why would you know he was at the Louve?" The woman who looked like the boss asked. "I just said he was a no show, not where he was."

There was a moment of silence as everyone turned to him. "Well … I might have … told him the wrong meet up spot …" He chuckled nervously.

"You're fired." The woman said bluntly."

"Yeah that's fair." He sighed … before what sounded like bullets fired off from the nearby window. "AAAHH!"

She looked outside, seeing Chat struggle against winds as he held onto something. "Oh come on! Since when do mime's pretend they're in a fighter jet!?" He shouted.

"Wait what!?" Ladybug looked up into the sky, and sure enough found the villain soaring through the sky….rather chaotically as he fired invisible bullets while crashing through even more buildings. "No wonder Hawkmoth made this one, he's banking on the endless destruction of it all!"

"I'm going to die!" The guy in a mime costume screamed.

"Not on my watch. Get us to the Eiffel tower, pronto!" She told the driver.

"So we're flying all around are we!?" Spidey shouted, swinging back into the scene and grabbing onto the wing. "Mind if I get shotgun!?" He tried breaking the invisible glass.

The mime looked blankly at the hero, and then proceeded to dive down… down… down into the bus. "Okay, change of plans, abandon ship pronto!" Ladybug lassoed the troupe and driver with her yo-yo and jumped through the door, smashing an opening large enough to fit them.

KAABOOOOOOOOOMMM

She groaned as she felt the explosive heat, getting up with a groan. "Everyone more or less alive?" She asked the group.

"I think I bruised a kidney."

"I smell colors."

"Did I always have three fingers on each hand?"

"Don't worry, the miraculous cure will fix you guys up…hopefully." After it let Mr. Negative get away, Marinette truly was questioned just how much the ladybugs fixed. Did it only fix the immediate situation, or did it fix the world? Did it fix problems happening everywhere that she wasn't aware of?

"Well, that could have gone better." Spidey dusted himself off. "So, where's the mime?" Said villain walked out of the flames, reaching down and pulling out a blade from a scabbard.

"Oh finally, a sword." Chat sighed in relief. "Something safe."

Shink shink shink

…. The supposedly indestructible staff the black cat had was sliced into pieces. "...Should I question that or scream in terror?" Chat asked.

"Figure it out after this. Lucky Charm!" She tossed it into the air, watching the ladybugs swirl around … as a shoe box appeared in her hand.

"I believe now is the screaming in terror moment!" Spidey quipped as he dodged the invisible sword.

Ladybug looked around. Photograph, lights, the tower … "Keep him occupied!"

"It's the only thing we CAN do right now!" Chat shouted as he and Spider were locked in a sword fight they couldn't see the opponents other sword. "You know, fencing is meant for equal and honorable duels!"

"It's either this or one of us drops out of the fight and slices someone in half!" Spidey shouted back as a slash went past his cheek, drawing a little blood.

"You, you wouldn't happen to have any photographs, do you?" Ladybug pointed to the man that stole Myleene's dad's role.

"Why, yes, I'd be more than happy to autograp-"

"Not what I meant!" She snatched the photos from the man's hands and placed it in the box. She grabbed some scissors and cut out a hole, as well as a magnifying glass. Good thing this was an acting troupe.

"Say, you maybe wanna cataclysm the sword!?" Spidey shouted as he dodged the blade.

"Why, he'd just make another on the fly!" Chat said as he was almost skewered.

"You know what, fair point, this is not one of your fights!"

Get in front of the bus, places, and …"Hey Fred!" She shouted, placing the box in front of the light. "Take a look at the real mime of Paris!" She pointed at the face of Chris she projected.

The man looked unbridled and furious, swinging his blade wildly at the image …

Crreeeeeeee

As the Eiffel tower itself was cut, slowly falling down on the man. "...And you thought that was a good idea why?" Spidey asked.

"The man can only mime one thing at a time, remember." She smirked, pointing to the sight. "And when he's in immediate danger, what's the number one thing he'll focus on?"

Panicking, the man raised up his hands, letting out a silent grunt as they caught the tower. "... Everyday I'm reminded why you're both amazing AND terrifying." Chat Noir nodded with a grin.

"And don't you forget it, Chaton." She smiled, using her yo-yo to grab ahold of the hat. "Aww, he had a picture of his daughter in here." She ripped it up, releasing the butterfly contained in it.

"Morbidly ironic." Spidey laughed as she caught it in her yo-yo.

"No more evildoing for you Akuma, time to de-evilize!" She let it out. "Bye bye little butterfly." The mime began to change back to normal … while still under the tower-crap! "Miraculous Ladybug!" She quickly shouted.

And luckily, the ladybugs worked their magic and fixed everything, the towers, the injuries, and the damages made from the earlier crashes. A bit too difficult for a normal akuma day, but FAR better than the fight with Mr. Negative. "Pound it." The three heroes bumped fists

"Oh my, I'm so sorry for the trouble." The man apologized. "I just got mad and-"

"Hey man, it happens." Spidey said. "If it's any consolation, know that your skills are so impressive we had to drop an eiffel tower on you to stop you."

"Which is EXACTLY why you're rehired!" The woman from before shouted. "..If partially for the sake that you don't get akumatized again and try to murder us."

"I'll try….but what about Chris?"

"He's getting the boot." She said, turning to said man. "What are you still doing here? SCRAM!"

"Yes mam!" The man ran off.

"... Do we have to watch Chris in case he gets akumatized?" Spidey asked. "I feel like this is a vicious cycle."

"We'll patrol, and if nothing happens in half an hour, we're in the clear." Ladybug nodded as her rings began to beep. "Well, you two can do that, I got a prior engagement to attend to." Making sure Alya didn't kill herself trying to follow them and double checking if Peter and Adrien got away safely. Also the video … can't believe she deleted that.

Adrien cracked his neck as he sat down next to Peter at the park. Luckily he was able to slip away from Natilee pretty easily after she hid him. Hopefully his father would never learn he was that close to an akuma attack. "Hey … you doing any better?" He asked his friend. With all the recovery from Mr Negative, the boy didn't even consider how hard his friend was taking the news.

"Yeah … just needed another villain attack to take my mind off it." He said. "Can't believe they dropped a national monument on him."

"I know? I think that's the third or fourth time the Eiffel tower's been a casualty of villains." Adrien smirked. "That place is gonna be a danger zone by the time Hawkmoth is captured."

"Meh, better it than the Louve, so many priceless artworks people are gonna yell about if it gets taken." Peter shrugged.

"That already happened…though the only person who got yelled at was Alix's brother." That may have been an unhealthy family dynamic… then again he wasn't really one to say anything about that subject. "So… how's May taking the whole thing?"

"Just like Ben, she's trying to be strong." He sighed. "She's just as confused as I am. Not to mention the demons destroyed all the evidence, so other than one street camera, they have nothing." Meaning Chat Noir's investigation was back to square one. "She… she's making sure to keep FEAST afloat… although without Mr. Li's name and influence, I'm nor sure how far it'll last. Especially when Chloe catches wind." The boy groaned.

"Chloe won't do anything. Not as long as I can help it." Adrien promised. "And I'm sure my dad will still be willing to give donations. It's still a charity after all, and father never says no to good PR."

"Yes, the evil king needs to look like a paladin." Peter rolled his eyes. "I swear, everyone with high political power I've met has been evil, Chloe's dad is just the most open about it."

"There's a difference between evil and idiocy." Adrien muttered, letting silence fall for a moment. "... Martin did some good."

"... He did …" Peter nodded. "After Ben… he was the most virtuous person I knew… just helping people… just because. Ben taught me with great power must also come great responsibility… but Martin made it look so easy… like the thought of doing something else with all that power….was impossible." He looked to the ground. "And… and now the person I knew is gone…. if he even existed to begin with."

"I know it's not the same circumstance, but I do know what it's like to have someone you care about not be there anymore." Adrien sighed. "To have someone so kind and so full of love and care… just be gone one day."

"I know, your mom-"

"I'm talking about my father." Adrian corrected. "My father was different before mom was sick. I used to see him smile almost everyday… I actually SAW him everyday. He wasn't the stiff board that was obsessed with work…he was a human being that laughed, and smiled, and cried… but when Mom went away…. so did that part of my dad."

"... I'm sorry."

"Life happens, we just have to live with it." Adrien already did … even if father didn't seem to want to move on. "I can either focus on the good times I did have with them, and live to create new good times with the people still in my life, or I can stay still and stay stuck in the past. Between you and me, the former's much more fun, right?"

"True." Peter smiled. "Thanks man." He said, bringing Adrien into a hug. The two of them just held that for a moment. "... So Ladybug apparently is super into you. Must be the model thing."

"Hey, it could also be my wonderful personality." They both stared at each other for five seconds… and laughed hard. "Oh, oh that was nice."

"Yeah, don't know why May thinks that's a saying people take in a literal context." Peter chuckled. "I can't tell you how many stares she gets at FEAST when she says it outloud."

"Oh those poor people." Adrien snickered. "But enough about me. We never talk about your love life."

"What love life? You know that kind of thing isn't for guys like me Adrian." Peter snickered. "It's the burden of being a nerd."

"I don't know. You and Marinette would look cute together."

"... What?"

"Yeah, you always compliment her and everything." He pointed out. "Spending time together, stuff like that. You even spend a lot of time at the bakery, and pay for macarron mondays at class." Adrian's personal favorite day of the week for that alone.

"..." Peter stared at him strangely for some reason, before shaking his head. "Headache for another time." He sighed.

"What?"

"Nothing … just nothing." What!?