Dream Realm

𖤐 judgement day ⇢ deleted scene

prompt: amongst the chaos of style queen's rampage, reader suits up despite all the warnings signs. reader runs into the missing cat's kwamii, plagg.

warning(s): this won't make sense to you if you haven't read afh, otherwise: afh!reader, no romantic pairing

note: a deleted scene from my mcu x mlb series, away from home (chapter 23 - judgement day). i thought some of you would appreciate it considering how long it's gone without an update :)

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The door slams shut, the harsh sound reverberating throughout the bathroom as you threw down your bag without caution. Inside it was your suit in case of emergencies a lot like this one. You're just glad you had the slightest sense intact to bring it along before you left home.

As you shed the extra clothing, struggling to get rid of the fabric, you began to reminisce the miraculous' magic. Oh, how easy it was to change into Widowyn with a snap of your fingers. No need to strangle with your clothes, or accidentally strangle yourself with your clothes; she just appeared. You really need to have a talk with Tony when you get back.

A smile beams at the thought, feeling giddy just thinking about the day you'll return home and actually have a talk with Tony. With Peter. Michelle and Ned. But for now, (you pull on your mask), you'll have a talk with Dawn.

"We have a problem." You pressed the insignia on your chest, the suit adjusting itself around your body to a perfect fit. "Adrien took a direct hit from the akuma victim. He's unable to transform."

"Meaning, Ladybug will have to fight the akuma by herself."

"Right." You say matter-of-factly, adjusting the tech around your wrists till they sat comfortably, giving the button at the bottom of your palm a test. "But not for long."

"Are you sure this is a reasonable response? You are still having trouble maintaining your stance because of your body—"

"What other choice do we have, Dawn?" You interrupt her, throwing your stuff into a stall, locking it shut with the help of your webbings. "Without Chat Noir, Ladybug won't be able to defeat the akuma. And until then, she has me as a temporary fill-in." You sigh, your mind flashing with the events that lead up to this very moment.

'Style Queen', as the akuma called herself. She had appeared without you being able to detect the dangers she may cause. It didn't go off then, and it didn't go off as she turned Adrien into a statue. You never had this kind of trouble, not even when you were thrown into this universe. Why now all of the sudden?

"A possible side effect in result of your body slowly disintegrating its matter. It's unwise of you to fight today." Dawn answers your relay of confusion to her, irked at the idea of you working yourself to exhaustion today which seemed easier to do than usual.

"But our answer to our worries could lie within this Guardian Chat Noir mentioned! We need to speak with Ladybug, and for that to be possible, we need to work through this mess." You exasperate, sighing at Dawn's silence. "I can do this. You can trust me, Dawn."

"I am only artificial intelligence, we do not trust. But. . . if this trust makes it easier to let you go through this, then trust in you i will."

You smile, nodding your head in appreciation. So against Dawn's better judgement (once again) you emerged from Grand Palais' bathroom in cameo to avoid startling anyone who happens to still be around. "It's eerily quiet." You muttered, straining your ears to have a listen throughout the building. Nothing but terrified chatter from the Parisians as they relive the events that unfolded before them.