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The bank explodes.
The bank explodes, and Chat Noir is inside.
“Holy fuck,” Ladybug breathes, internally berating herself for being too late to the scene, and she races towards the doors, pushing and pulling and doing whatever she can do to get inside. Eventually, she gives up and just starts banging on them, shouting repeatedly, “Chat! Chat Noir, are you okay? Can you hear me?”
After a moment, his shaky voice filters through the crack in the doors. “Yeah– yeah, I’m okay. Everybody’s okay, I think. Can you get the doors open? I’m trying to Cataclysm them, but it’s not–”
“Yes,” she says immediately. “Yes, I’ll try.”
Once they’ve deakumatised the victim and gotten everybody back to safety, they sit, detransformed, in the Parc de Belleville. “You scared me,” Marinette says quietly. “You do that a lot, you know.”
“I scared myself, if I’m being honest,” Adrien admits. “Being caught in an explosion wasn’t exactly in my schedule for today.”
“Oh, it wasn’t? Weird, I thought I saw that pencilled in for every Saturday,” she smirks, and he swipes at her arm playfully. “I’m just glad your Lucky Charm fixed everything. I didn’t want to spend the day in the hospital.”
She sighs. “Yeah, me neither. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”
“Don’t be. You can’t babysit me 24/7,” Adrien jokes. Marinette grins, leaning in to kiss him, and their lips gently meet.
“Ugh, you taste like ash,” Marinette groans.
“Hot, right?”
“Yeah, totally hot. Makes me want to kiss you more, in fact,” she replies sarcastically, and he chuckles. “Me too.”
The bank explodes, and everything is okay.