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Cards on the Table, We're Both Showing Hearts

After he had presumably killed two mutants in the middle of Mutant Town and caused some more deaths just by trying to save his own skin, Marcelo called his lawyers to get ready for anything to come up. After assurances they would handle everything if the matter arose, he texted Stephanie to see if he could stay the night with her. His hands were shaky as he punched the letters. His spelling wasn't great to begin with, but he assumed the message got through.

He contacted Xavier's when he managed to calm himself. He got clearance for him to arrive via helicopter. The five minute jaunt to the school was necessary if he was going to ply Stephanie with La Navarra food. It would still be fresh by the time he got to the school. While he put in the order, he gathered things for the night and some presents for Sancho.

The Brazilian let his fiancé know he would be there in five minutes. He had a small duffel and a selection of Stephanie's favorites from her favorite restaurant. Marcelo just wanted to spend the night with the one person he felt safe around. Though he wasn't sure he would be allowed to stay after he told her what happened. If she didn't already know.

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Ohh, if he were physically capable of having an erection, Marcelo would have started getting one with her tongue on his fingers. As it was, he had a slight twinge.

He raised an eyebrow at the diving right into the breakfast intercourse.

"You know I'm already yours. Seducing me, while fun, will make parts that are sore feel sad." He stuck his finger into the icing and then offered it to her. "Though my fingers seem to be working fine."

"I suppose I'll have to wait awhile before I consummate this seduction then." Stephanie replied with a bit of a sigh as she took the icing gratefully. Sweet and delicious.

Stephanie laughed and scooped up some of the copious icing with a strawberry, eating it in a manner that might've got her spanked rather soundly at the convent school.

"It's settled then. You're staying a second night." She looked at him, hoping he wouldn't try to object.

"Time and ice," he agreed. "And then you can reverse the shrinkage. Because Tchelo don't like the cold."

He blinked at the strawberry eating. He stuffed some fruit in his mouth to give him something to think about other than her lips on parts of him. He made a face as the fruit combination hit him like bad Skittles.

He swallowed as his brow furrowed. "I don't have another change of clothes, but I know you're not wanting me to be clothed anyway. But will they... I mean the school... will they let me stay here longer after what I did?"

He didn't know the full history of the men he fought and... killed. Nor their history with the school. But it could be a headache for a rich playboy murderer to hide out here after killing some mutants.

"He does not." Stephanie replied. And then she laughed slightly at his efforts to forget her little show.

When he spoke again, though, it merited a more serious response. "The people you encountered- they're clones. They'll be up and killing people again within a week, Marcelo. And they've ... a long and bloody history with the school. No one's going to kick you out for what happened there."

Stephanie kissed his cheek thoughtfully.

"You're a good and kind man, but waste neither of those qualities on those murderous scum, Marcelo."

"Clones?" He scratched an eyebrow. Stephanie's world was so filled with unbelievable science-fiction things. Then again, she herself could toast him like a marshmallow.

"So, these clones aren't people?" he asked quietly. It had been eating him up since he saw Harpoon splattered on the sidewalk. Everything he had done last night was comfort and diversion from even thinking about it.

"They're ... they've all died several times before. And will die again." She couldn't quite say they weren't people, because that wasn't really entirely true. But what she felt confidant about was that it wasn't the same thing as killing another person who wasn't going to be cloned immediately.

"In any case, you ... they were going to kill you, if you didn't defend yourself."

"They're not very good if they keep dying," he noted wryly. He grabbed a chunk of pineapple and popped it in his mouth. The chewing and swallowing would give him a moment to consider if he should tell her things. He'd been keeping so much from her while she was in this place. Though if he told her and she relapsed, this would be the best place for her to do it.

"So, if you're coming home soon, you should know some of the things I haven't been mentioning because of... your need to heal being greater than the need for those bits of information."

It made sense.

It make logical sense that he wouldn't be telling her everything.

But there was something about hearing it said that curdled everything. She reached over for the housecoat, suddenly feeling the need to be clothed. She tried not to glare at him, and .. mostly succeeded.

"Of course."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Marcelo sensed he had an uncanny knack for making Stephanie angry at the wrong times. Like the last debacle trying to explain his own feelings.

"Your father has a price on my head. This attempt is the second one to have failed. I suspect there will be more. He told me in no uncertain terms I was not marrying you and sullying the family, the Hellfire Club, and the business. I told him it wasn't his call."

And then he walked over to the oddly-enamored Stephanie and has his heart ripped out because she wouldn't go home with him.

It wasn't his fault.

He had very good reasons.

She wasn't safe to tell. She wasn't entirely sane.

When she looked away, it was more to hide her own humiliation than anything. And yet, words didn't come out to explain them.

Then the reality of the situation came, like a hammer. She'd ... she'd suspected, even said before that she believed Father was after Marcelo. But there was something about now.

"I wish someone would kill him." She wasn't sure if she really believed the words or not. "He has the whole damn world under his thumb, why can't he leave us alone?"

It was a stupid question and she hated herself for even vocalizing it. She buried her head in his chest, because it was warm and safe, but also so he didn't have to see the emotions of her face.

He wouldn't be able to miss the tears, though. Nor how they were unusually hot- almost painfully so.

"Death doesn't stick for him. It wouldn't be enough," Marcelo pointed out quietly. "He needs to live and have everything ripped out from under him."

He wrapped his arms around Stephanie. He winced slightly at the hot tears on his bare chest. Though she couldn't see his face like he couldn't see hers. "Querida, we're going to marry. He won't stop that."

He hoped. The assassins were getting more competent, but he couldn't take hope from Stephanie.

"Everything." Stephanie replied, taking that moment to look up at him. Yes, there was fear there. It was difficult not to be scared. But more so was anger and determination.

"We will. We're going to be together for the rest of our lives, and we're going to grow old together." The assassins were going to fail, even if she had to take them out herself. They were going to be together. She was going to get her company back, and finally, the both of them could move on with their lives.

"His power, prestige, his business, his rank in the Hellfire Club. Everything. I've... already started working on it. Or getting a group to help me do it." Because he couldn't do it on his own. No matter how much he wanted to be able to.

"Glad you see it my way." He gave her a small grin.

Stephanie nodded. It made sense. She doubted that he'd be finding his way back if he were killed again- there was certainly outside assistance there that he wasn't likely to get again. But there was another element.

There was something appealing about him living with absolutely nothing. Losing everything and having to deal with being a fading memory.

"How much notice do you think we'd need to get married in Brazil once I get out of here?" She looked up at him. She wanted to get married now, and the more she thought about it, the less she wanted it to happen in New York, not right now.

"Would you... like to join us? So Shaw Industries will be yours again. Or at least Veridian Dynamics can do business with it again. Since I told him all our business goes elsewhere without you in charge." He rubbed the back of his neck. Standing up to Shaw had been a moment where he thought he had balls of titanium. Now, he felt like he needed to support that bravado.

Then he blinked. A smile slowly spreading on his face. Getting married at home sounded wonderful.

"My family has lawyers and connections. It just depends on how fast you can get an original long form birth certificate and visa issued. The lawyers can tell us whatever else once I contact them. Brasil?" It made his heart speed up thinking of marrying there. If he weren't so sore, he'd put Stephanie on the bed and celebrate properly. As it was he held onto her just a little tighter.

"Of course. Shaw Industries is mine. He has simply stolen it from me." Stephanie replied determinedly. "Good. Hopefully your father can convince others as well. You as well. I'll see whom I can convince myself."

She smiled and kissed him.

"I will start immediately. Yes, Brasil." Stephanie smiled. "I want to go somewhere else for awhile, and it would make it far less inconvenient for your poor father to attend the wedding." As for her own side of things, she didn't imagine there would likely be many people.

Most of them were clearly on the other side of things.

"I take most of my cues from Sage on who should help me out, but you I want beside me. I'm stronger with you than without." He was trying to figure out what company to take his business to. Sage was crunching the numbers.

He hugged her tight. He didn't have to worry about hurting her with it. Such was the dynamic between them. Though when the happy hug ended, he kissed her softly.

"It doesn't have to be a big wedding," Marcelo murmured when he barely pulled himself away from her lips. "We just need someone to preside over the wedding, you, me, my father, and one more witness. Though... be prepared to meet a lot of my family afterward."

"If any of them are the tiniest bit like you, it will be my pleasure." Stephanie replied sincerely, hugging him just as tightly right back.

"A small wedding will be good. We'll probably have to have a society party when we get back, but I'd prefer to present them with a fait accompli."

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