(7) Lost pieces

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Third pov

The upper level of the building Marinette had lived in her entire life was almost completely gone.

The bakery was still there, her parents had used it to make and distribute food for the last few months.

"You can check what's left if you want, we've tried to salvage as much as possible, but you might have more luck getting into your room." Her dad told her.

The stairs were relatively whole, just with some stone slabs missing in places. It looked like a child had gone ham on it with a sledgehammer. It didn't stop her going up.

It's easy to see where they'd already cleaned up as much as possible, and she takes a quick look around, seeing her childhood home in shambles.

She takes some time, just standing in the middle of the room, letting it sink in just how much everything has changed.

Her home is destroyed.

Her team is worn and tired

Her body doesn't feel like hers.

With a deep sigh, she went up to her own room. The stairs were completely gone and it takes some acrobatics to get up there.

The mental preparation of seeing her room destroyed hadn't been nearly enough.

Most that had been spared from the Akuma rampage had been destroyed from the elements. Years of clothing and sketches and valuables, all gone.

It feels like something just breaks. A little piece of her, the last piece of childhood naivete and sunshine.

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Anarka welcomes Luka back with open arms, surprisingly quiet about what she'd learned of his involvement in the final fight. She just tells him that she's proud of him, and then she lets him take everything in.

It's a lot, Luka knows that. The place where they have the boat is in one of the less destroyed parts of Paris. The rubble had been cleared away long ago. Probably around the halfway mark in Marinette and Adrien's coma.

"It looked a lot worse at first." Juleka's voice tells him from behind.

He turns his head towards her.

They had met not too long ago, just a few weeks, but still, a lot of things changed between then and now.

Juleka's black and purple hair is short now, and she has a hair clip keeping her hair out of her eyes.

"I can imagine." He replies, eyes going back to roaming over the place. "What happened after I pulled you out of the way? What did you do during the final fight?"

His little sister motions for him to sit down on the ground beside her, which he does.

"After you left to go fight, I helped evacuate some younger kids from my school. Their teacher got caught in the rubble. It took up most of my time until the battle was over." She told him. "After that, I tried to find mom."

"I'm glad you're okay."

She smiles. "I'm glad you're okay too. Now, how are the others?"

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In Gotham

"How are you lovely ladies doing?" Red Hood asked, leaning against the wall just out of reach for Ivy's giant fly trap.

Ivy didn't seem surprised to see him. "Do you bring news?"

Harley popped up from, well, somewhere. Hood didn't see her until she was close enough to tap him on the helmet. "Oh, please say ya 'ave somethin ta say about lil Nettie."

He was too used to it to have any real reaction. "Yeah, ah do, but not just about her. Your kid's comin to town soon."

The squeal Harley let out was loud enough to make him want to cover his ears. Sadly, not possible since they're already covered.

"Oh Red, David's comin home!"

Ivy just smiled a little, letting Harley hug her. "Maybe you should tell Selina too." She suggested.

Harley clapped her hands together. "Amazin idea! But first, Hood, news about our lil bug."

Now he had their undivided attention once more. "Marinette's okay. She's plannin on comin back here soon."

"She coping?" Harley asks.

"As well as she can." He replies, not seeing a reason to lie. "It's a lot for her to take in."

Harley tilts her head, expression serious. "Keep an eye on 'er. Sometimes, trauma has a way ta sneek up on you."

He nods, appreciating the advice and taking it to heart. "We'll keep an eye on her."

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