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Something Super Hidden Is In The Air
A Few More Pecks Than Usual

My my, my darlings. We have a lot of things to get through today. It seems society and the superheroes have been stocking up on the juicy tidbits. And I, my dear ones, have just found their hidden cache. And hidden may be the word for this particular column. I've got some grand information, speculation, and down right gossip for you, my precious cupcakes.

First in our bag of discoveries, I was looking through some listings of upcoming shows, and I stumbled in a most grand manner, with a mimosa in hand, across a hidden gem in reality TV land. Now, I tend to shy away from reality TV shows and the wannabes that vie for celebrity, but this new show has some promise. Mostly because a hidden heir to Winston Frost will be gracing the tubes. Now we all know about the glorious Emma Frost and her more... lesser siblings, but no one knew about Christina Frost. A granddaughter. Hiding under our noses with a name like that. For shame! I don't know about you, my dear juleps, but I plan on watching this show while sipping a spritzer to see what kind of decadence this new generation of money can get up to.

But the prominent hidden children don't just stop there, my pumpkin spiced lattes! We've got prominent family members from across the pond skulking around in our fair cities. The Braddock name is fairly important in Shakespeare's land. So no wonder the daughter of Betsy Braddock (who took the Vapor's "Turning Japanese" way too seriously, darlings) was seen carousing around in New Orleans. Now, that in itself isn't unusual. But carousing around with her girlfriend was of note. The short, slightly mousy girl must be one lucky little lady to have netted herself a Braddock!

If you look carefully, you might see them.

Another prominent family we just love here at Loose Lips, the Shaws. Though Alistaire has been mysteriously well-behaved lately. So nothing on that foppish front. Though his dear aunt is raising some eyebrows. Stephanie Shaw fresh off of coming clean as a mutant to the public (though my readers knew this already, didn't you, darlings? I mean how obvious can it get with naked flaming angels at a gala?) whisked her Brazilian Bronco off to Las Vegas for a weekend. It may have been a tactical maneuver to elope with one Marcelo Alencar da Silva in the city of sin while a prominent billboard in Times Square got covered with his half-naked ex. You see, dearhearts, I've done a little bilingual digging, and the man who was New York's Second Most Eligible Bachelor seems to have a Brazilian supermodel for an ex. So what better way for possibly-former Miss Shaw to keep that super-ex at a distance than tying him down?

If you think the recent warm temperatures have been a tad bit chilly in Manhattan, that could be the chill coming off two of our most prominent citizens. You see, my fluffy macadamia nuts, it seems there is a wintery chill between the very handsome Tony Stark and his daughter Alexa. This may or may not have been going on for some time. The point of contention could be her means of keeping the hottest Atlantean prince tied to her. Or he possibly did not buy her enough ponies when she was a wee Stark. I'd bet on the former more than the latter as it's very obvious to what lengths she'll go to keep Our Prince hers and her alone. I, for one, can't wait for the fabulous lazer show that comes from the both of them if this chill heats up.

Though some of the less safe parts of town have been hotter. Or in some cases, in heat. You know as well as I do, my dears, that I do love a good old fashioned superhero hook-up. It seems we have a new one to show you. If you'll look below, you'll see the photographic evidence. It seems a little Hellkitten has latched onto a bat. A tall, manly bat called Vesper according to my sources in the crime beat. So, keep your eyes peeled to the night sky in case you can catch some mid-air canoodling before and after these heroes go on patrol.

Superheroes in looooooooooove

And finally, we here at Loose Lips would like to offer our sartorial congratulations to the red hot Alexander Aaron's AA Designs. Lots of the other rags have been naming the numbers worn by Sugar Kane to her last batch of music awards as the best dressed. She has never looked so well dressed. Which considering how little she wore on her album covers, is quite the achievement.

And that's the marathon I've been running lately, darlings. Let's be back on Wednesday with even more to talk about.
Mwah!

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Stephanie had taken to reading all of her press, even the seemingly inconsequential pieces. It was important, to get an idea of what her image was like. Right now, though, she was interested in something else. And by interested, she meant, "was angrily expecting an answer".

"Marcelo, who the fuck is Hellkitten and why are you embracing her in this picture?" She wasn't shouting, her voice was low and icy. She expected a good explanation, or there would be a very special sort of hell to pay. Of course, she was pretty sure there was one- but she wanted to hear it now.

Marcelo was just getting settled back in after their trip to Vegas. He raised an eyebrow at the tone and question coming out of nowhere.

"She's a superhero, and what picture?"

Stephanie held up the picture.

"This one. You're looking awfully close. Context would be good." She raised an eyebrow, waiting to get it. Context would indeed be good. Good for Marcelo.

He squinted at the picture. That was definitely not the demon invasion. It took him a moment to place.

"Oh! That was the night when I ran into Helena." He hoped she remembered him mentioning Vesper running into his ex. "I ran into Hellkitten on a quiet night. I had to pick her up to carry her to find some crime to fight together. I can't tell if that's the first or second time I picked her up..."

"So will this be a regular thing? You fighting crime with Hellkitten?" Why couldn't Marcelo find a nice bro to fight crime with? That would make things so much easier. Particularly as she had no doubts about his sexuality whatsoever. "Hopefully she is as clear as you are that all this is strictly professional?"

Or did she have to get Hellkitten spayed?

"It... could be? Vesper had me get her a gear upgrade on the stipulation she use it to help fight gang crime." He scratched the back of his neck. This was not the complication he had imagined happening from being Vesper.

"Stephanie, I try not to carry anyone by their armpits. That's painful. So, I have to grab them in a hold that looks like a hug. Nothing going on with her outside of being a hero. Just like that Spider-Man guy."

"... Fine." Stephanie looked almost annoyed to accept his logic, because sometimes it was slightly deflating to have a good fit of jealousy popped. But the truth was that she trusted Marcelo and his judgement. "I seem to remember you carrying me in a similar way a few times, before I knew Vesper was you."

"As long as she understands that you're spoken for, as is Vesper." Because if she didn't, Hellkitten was getting spayed.

He quirked an eyebrow at the annoyed deflating. "Yes, and just like when I carried you, I kept my hands where I could hold and not grope."

He scratched his chin. "Well, she knows her supplier is happily engaged. Vesper is not interested in anything other than fighting crime. And occasionally talking with a bad French accent."

Sometimes, experimenting with his voice modulator left the results with a lot to be desired.

"I told you that you need to do all that testing at home. You sounded like those French guys on the wall in that stupid Holy Grail movie." Stephanie smirked at him. "Next thing you know, you'll be saying that her father was a hamster or something."

"You're bad. I'm supposed to be all jealous and angry and you keep being logical." Stephanie poked him a few times to prove her point. "I'm sorry. Shouldn't get jealous at all, but it just happens sometimes."

"Well, I had been going to bring it home, but cars started attacking people..." He trailed off and squinted at her. "And your mother smells of elderberries. That was not a stupid movie. It's a masterpiece of absurdity!"

He chuckled at the poking. "At least your jealousy can be calmed by logic. Though, you have nothing to be jealous of."

He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I'm entirely yours."

"That movie was incredibly stupid! I enjoyed it, but it was stupid!" Stephanie poked him again.

"I'm pretty bad at being jealous, so it's a good thing there's nothing to be jealous about." She kissed him. "Yes, you are. All mine. Not that you really seem to mind."

He tried to keep a serious face, but Steph poked him again. He may have, just a tiny bit, giggled like the Pillsbury Dough Boy.

"I'm a man, querida," he said with mock-exasperation. "We don't complain when the sexiest woman we know says she wants us. Or if we do, we're gay."

He paused. "That sounds almost right."

That little giggle was incredibly satisfying. Granted, not the most satisfying sound he could make, but it was certainly fun. It certainly didn't help her not poke him again.

"I think I have had pretty definitive proof that that's not an issue." She smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Close enough." Then she kissed him.

"Hey!" He giggled again at the poke. "It's like you know where I'm ticklish!"

Not that he had many ticklish spots, but with Stephanie having been all over his body, she knew all the places to poke.

"Very not gay," he agreed before kissing her back.

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