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The first time it happened she was terrified. The events flashed in her mind, eyes blurring as she remembered being grabbed by the Akuma.
Terror had flashed in her eyes and she screamed, though no sound came out. Right. Her voice box had been torn out.
A boy had grabbed her then, green eyes flashing, calloused, tan hands wrapped around her fragile wrists.
"First time?" He had asked. She had nodded in reply, still trembling.
The boy had opened his mouth to say more but in a swirl of pink, she had vanished.
The second time it happened, she was alone.
She shot up with a gasp, looking around in the inky blackness for her partner. Phantom pain traveled up her spine and she found she couldn't move. Memories flashed in her eyes, flying through the air, crashing into the building, blinding, white-hot pain traveling up her back, and then nothing.
She closed her eyes and in a swirl of pink, disappeared.
It was the 5th time it happened when she saw the boy again. This time it had ended with a spear through her stomach.
"Damian." He had said.
"Marinette." was her response.
She wanted to say more but the boy vanished in a flash of green before she could.
The 7th time it happened they managed to make conversation.
"How'd you die?" she had asked.
"Gunshot. And you?" He had swept his hair up to reveal a bullet hole.
"Someone ripped out my heart."
He could see the stain on her pink shirt.
The 13th time there was someone new. A boy with black hair lay in front of her, bruised and bloodied.
He awoke screaming as she had. And, like the boy before her, she grasped his wrists in her calloused, pale hands. With an easy grin she asked "First time?"
She never got a response.
And she never saw either of them again.
~time skip of 3 years~
Life was really going well for her. She had defeated Hawkmoth, escaped Paris and her stupid class, and now she had a job working for THE Bruce Wayne. Everything was finally looking up.