Coffee For Two (FioLee)

Crema

"Drop your weapons." Fionna ordered, as Marshall moved towards Penelope. 
Penelope made eye-contact with Margaret, who nodded. Penelope slammed into Marshall, knocking him back, before fiddling with her bracelet. When it failed to respond for whatever reason, Penelope tossed it off of the roof. Momentarily distracted by Marshall, Fionna turned, only for Margaret to attack her. Fionna jumped back while Marshall rose shakily to his feet. 

"It's over, Penelope!" He snapped. 

She swung at him, and he dodged the swipe, sending one back of his own. Penelope took it in the mouth, and subsequently spat out a tooth. "You little... your little girlfriend should have been the one to fight me, 'cause you'll never win." 
"I can buy her time! She can't fight both you and her!" He snarled back, before charging her. 

She dodged out of his way. "You don't have your weapons, boy. You're going to get your ass handed to you if you keep trying to fight me on my own terms. I'm taller, stronger, and I go to the gym more often than your little twig self can comprehend. How the hell do you think this is going to end for you?" 
"Wow, rude." Marshall snorted. "Do you talk to everyone like that, or am I just special?" 
Penelope tackled him while he was speaking, and snapped his humerus. He cried out, causing Fionna to stop momentarily, before resuming her fight with Margaret. "That outta shut you up." Penelope muttered, pulling him to his feet and holding a gun to his head. 

All the while, Margaret had been holding her own surprisingly well against Fionna. She had kicked out, striking the younger woman in her ribs. Fionna had gotten in a few punches as well, and openly kicked out at Margaret's legs and stomach. 
"I don't know what Penny did, and I don't care." Margaret spat. "But you and your little bruin friend need to leave!"
"That's not going to happen!" Fionna retorted. "Penelope needs to go behind bars! She's dangerous!" 

"Says you." Scoffed Margaret. 
"She destroyed Marshall's personality!" Fionna growled. "If our positions were reversed--!" 
"Well, they're not! And they're never going to be!" Margaret hissed. "And your little boyfriend is looking surprisingly well for someone who--" 
It was at that moment that Marshall howled in pain as Penelope broke his arm. 

Both women were momentarily caught off-guard, but Margaret regained her composure first, swinging at Fionna. The blonde ducked and came back up, punching Margaret squarely in the throat. Wheezing, Fionna was able to confiscate a gun that Margaret had apparently found on one of the agents and restrain her. 

She and Penelope both walked towards the center of the roof with their captives. 
"Release her." Penelope snapped. "Now." 
"When he's safe and you're behind bars!" Fionna responded. 
Penelope narrowed her eyes. "I don't think that you understand the situation you're in. I will shoot this little bastard without blinking if you so much as hurt a hair on her head again!" 

"You broke his arm." Fionna hissed. "I think a punch to the throat isn't as bad. And the same goes for her, Penelope. I was an assassin. It was my regular, nine to five job to kill people. And you know that. What makes her any different for me?" 
"You little bitch..." Penelope growled. "She's innocent, okay?! She's just doing this out of some misguided loyalty to me! She isn't trying to bring down civilization or anything!" 

"But you are." Fionna snapped. "And you've got a gun to my boyfriend's head." 
"And here I thought we broke up." Marshall said weakly. "Nice to see that psychopaths still bring out the best in our relationship." 
"Did I ask you?" Penelope thundered. 

Margaret struggled. "You little... blonde...! Let me go, dammit!" 
Fionna held onto her. "What's it going to be, Penelope?" 
Penelope smiled evilly. "Well, it would seem we're at an impasse, wouldn't it?" 
Marshall's eyes darted between Fionna and Penelope, then he sighed. "Hey, Fi? If I die here... name a kid after me, okay?" 

"You're not going to die, Marshall." Fionna said firmly. "I won't let you. And I've just got to keep the gun to her head until reinforcements get here." 
"She's going to shoot me just to free herself! It's like gnawing off your leg in a bear trap!" He responded, tears beginning to stream down his face. He wiped them away with his good hand, before saying, "Hey, Margaret? Penelope killed your husband." 

The world seemed to move in slow motion for Fionna. Penelope's mouth thinned, and the gun shifted slightly towards Fionna, as if to take from Marshall what had been taken from her. Eventually though, she chose to shoot Marshall, and hit him in the lung purposefully so he'd drown in his own blood. 
Margaret's eyes widened, and she struggled harder to break free of Fionna's iron grip, screaming Penelope's name, clearly begging for it not to be true. She could tell it was though, as tears streamed down her face. 

Fionna pushed her away and lunged for Penelope, tackling her and holding the gun to her head. 
"Do it." Penelope spat. "I know you want to." 
"No. You're going to have to live with what you did." Fionna growled through gritted teeth. "Not to me and Marshall. You'd never feel remorse for that, would you? But Margaret. You have to explain what you did to her." 

Meanwhile, Margaret had grabbed the gun that Fionna had knocked out of Penelope's hand, and was pointing it at Fionna through her tears. "Is it true?!" 
Fionna nodded once. "She told us herself." 
Margaret turned to point it at Penelope. "And you-- you couldn't tell me yourself?! You couldn't give me a good reason?! You lied, you-you killed him... he was a bastard, but he was the father of my children! And you didn't do it for me, did you?! You did it for you and that stupid powder!" Margaret sobbed, before throwing the gun as far as she could off of the roof. 

"Well, there it is. And the worst part is, I still love you." Margaret crumpled to her knees, tears pouring off of her face. "And I'm always going to love you, no matter what..." 
"Damn it, you little blonde bitch!" Penelope growled, trying to escape Fionna. "Let me go to her!" 
Fionna shook her head. "I can't do that!" 

At that moment, federal agents erupted onto the roof. Fionna relaxed and let Penelope and Margaret be taken into custody, before running over to Marshall. "Are you okay?" 
He coughed. "I've been better." He murmured weakly, before making eye contact with her. "Say you love me." 
"What?" Fionna asked, caught off-guard. 

"It's what people do, right?" He coughed again, this time blood appearing on his hand. "Even if it's not true, say it." 
"Marshall, of course I love you." Tears started to well up in Fionna's eyes. "Dang it, I wanted to avoid this...! I didn't want to lose someone else like this...! Damn you for doing this to me!" 

"Heh... I got you to say it." He coughed again, and a group of agents removed him, carrying him downstairs. Fionna ran after them.