Welcome to Chapter 5! Sorry, again, for the long wait! I got so so so stuck on what to do here (I technically am stuck on the next chapter too, though hopefully we won't have to wait ALMOST FIVE MONTHS TO FIND OUT HOLY MOTHER OF GOD)

Any who, here's the also very very long-awaited next chapter of The Disposables!

~anipwrites

Aurore Beauréal prided herself in two things: her good looks, and her strength. She worked hard for what she wanted until she got it. And she never, never, let herself get weak.

But, it was hard. Especially now- - she had worked so hard. So hard. Years of work into being the best hostess, years of research into being the best weather girl she could be. She'd seen her chance- - a contest to be the next weather girl for Kids+ TV, after the last one aged out to their other channel- - and taken it! Made it all the way to the final two, even! But it wasn't enough.

She stormed out of the studio room, parasol clenched in her hand like a lifeline, as the host congratulated someone else on their win. She'd failed, she'd lost- - by half a million votes, Alec was quick to inform her. She just wasn't good enough, apparently, all her hard work was for nothing. She'd have to start at square one all over again, from scratch, but how?! No one wanted a loser on their channel- - her dream was done for.

The elevator doors closed before her, and only then did she finally let herself break. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help it, she felt so hopeless. Every tear Aurore tried to wipe away only brought forth more and more. All that hard work for nothing! Nothing! She was nothing!

Suddenly the elevator stopped, lurching her to the floor. The lights flickered off, then only to a broken purple glow. She tried to find her footing and get to the emergency call button, hoping this was just some sick prank. The hair on her arms and neck seemed to lift, a sense of danger in the air, and she wanted out.

Her heart began to thud in her chest as black and purple wings began to squeeze their way through the elevator doors. A butterfly- - an akuma- - was after her. She tried to keep it away with her parasol until she could get to the call button, but suddenly it was gone and…

"Stormy Weather. I am Hawkmoth. I am giving you the chance to become the weather girl you really are, and take revenge on Mirelle- - you just need to grab a few things for me. Do we have a deal?"

"So, what's happening again?" Chloe asked as she and the rest of the group headed to the discussion room, where their newest 'agents' were waiting for their debriefing.

Max sighed, rubbing his temple as he looked down at the sheets of information before him. "Just let me- -"

"Max, Chloe is the one in charge of this operation, just let her tell them." Kim said.

"But- -"

"Bro. come on."

"Fine. A new akuma's appeared in the 21st arrondissement, calling herself Stormy Weather. She appears to have weather-controlling abilities, and has already started holding people hostage in blocks of ice. Which, as you might expect, poses an extreme health and safety issue. We need to- -"

"Right, okay, got it."

"Uhm, I'm not done, Chlo- -"

"Alright, meta-freaks, you already know what you're here to do, so listen up!" Chloe demanded as she threw the doors open and entered the room. The group of criminals looked up from their conversation at her entrance.

"Finally going to tell us why we're here?" Alya asked with a raised eyebrow, turning in her seat.

"Yes, if you would shut your mouth and listen up! There's an akuma on the loose, and- -"

"So we're being sent on a suicide mission to go handle it, okay, let's go." Nino said, standing up.

"Hey! Shut up and listen to your debriefing!" Kim ordered, arms crossed and sending a poisonous glare his way. Nino sighed, remembering that he had the control to the bomb in his neck, and sat down.

"Thanks, Kim." Chloe sent him a small smirk, nearly sending the general into a swoon. "Anyways, the akuma has the power to control the weather, so- -"

"What's she gonna do, make everything sunshine and rainbows?" Le Dessinateur muttered. Reflekta grinned at the comment, and Princess Fragrance let out a giggle.

"Go in with that attitude and you'll get struck by lightning," Max said, only to be spoken over by a growl from his coworker.

"Maybe I could tell you if you all would just shut your damn- -"

"Guys. Lets just let her finish so we can get the hell out of the basement and get an actual room." Alix suggested, sending a pointed glare the blonde's way as she finished.

"...right. The akuma is icing people into buildings and blocks of ice, essentially holding the entire 21st arrondissement of Paris hostage. So your job is to go and handle it. Y'know."

"And are Ladybug and Chat Noir going to be there?" Alya sighed. "Or, are they already there? This is their job, after all."

"Oh. uh…"

"They're already on the scene, but between rescuing hostages and avoiding her attacks, it's taking a lot out of them. Chat Noir has already used Cataclysm twice." Max stated.

"A-and Chloe was just about to say exactly that!" Sabrina piped up from her friend's side.

"Yes, yes, of course I was, because I'm the debriefer." Chloe sent a nasty glare Max's way, but the boy wasn't fazed by it at all and simply kept going.

"General Kim will be coming with you, with a squad of his own men, to keep an eye out for you guys and help with rescuing hostages." Max sent a glance Kim's way, who puffed out his chest dramatically.

"Keeping an eye out for us or on us? It's not exactly a secret you don't trust us." the Bubbler questioned.

"Alright, then, both, since we're being honest. While we're at it, remember that we do have a remote control that can set off a bomb in your neck, so any sort of rebellion won't end well for any of you. Now, let's go suit up, shall we?"

The entire squad was silent for a good minute. Max signaled for Kim and the rest of the agents to follow him to where the uniforms and weapons were being stored.

"Some pep talk that was," Ivan finally mumbled.

"Glad you were listening," Max said. He opened the door to the room (which, Nino was beginning to notice, had steel doors) and stepped in, inviting the others to follow.

"No way! That's my outfit!" Fragrance squealed, rushing over to the glass case their costumes were being housed in. the two agents opened up a vault and started bringing out metal suitcases, opening them to reveal their weapons.

"Hey, you guys saved my arm!" Alya grinned, rushing over.

"I can help you put it back on," Max offered. The girl hesitated a moment before accepting.

Nino smirked as the glass wall opened up, allowing him to grab his hoodie and black pants. Beside him, Ivan was reclaiming his sleeveless hoodie and muscling it on.

"You look nice, Ivan," Nino grinned. Ivan offered his own smile.

"It's good to be back in business. Nice hoodie."

"Ha! Haha! Yes, yes, yes!" the Evillustrator surged into the the case and grabbed his costume, and Princess Fragrance's and Reflekta's, before jumping back out. Nino took a cautious step back when he saw the inky black that seemed to be covering his face and forearms. "We're back in business!"

"We are, indeed, Dessi. However, I suggest you reign Ink under control before something undesirable happens to all of us." Reflekta said, waving a hand around her face. Le Dessinateur took a deep breath and nodded, the blackness beginning to subside.

"Hey, Evillustrator, where's your weapons? You don't have a case." Alix asked.

"Well, I- -"

"Le Dessinateur doesn't use weapons- - his most common attack is strangulation using his hands, or taking advantage of his ink powers to turn shadows into ink and entrap his enemies or suffocate them." Max stated, hands behind his back. Everyone stared a moment.

"You know a lot about us, don't you?" Mylene said.

"It's my job, asides from basic IT. I'll leave you all to suit up- - after you finish, you'll be taken to the transport bay. There, Kim and his squad will be driving you all to the scene. Oh, and take these." the shorter agent reached into another case and pulled out communicator headsets. "I'll be with you the whole way, helping the best I can. You'll want to keep these on."

"Got it," Alix gave a thumbs up and a smirk. Max nodded and exited the room, Kim tailing behind him.

"How likely do you think it is that we're going to die?" Mylene asked. Alya scoffed.

"Highly likely," she said.

"Yeah, we're the disposable agents- - they don't really want us here, we don't really want to be here. They just need someone to send onto the front lines that no one really cares about, so if we die no one's bothered." Nino sighed.

"Let's make sure it backfires. I don't want the last night of my life to be spent in a government basement with no arm."

"Right. We're getting out of this alive. Who's with me?" they all shared a look, and they all knew that whatever this fight brought them, they were making it out.

Well, there's the chapter! I really hope you guys enjoyed it! Feel more than free to let me know what you think!

I'll be posting the first chapter to a Lucio-centric Overwatch fanfiction sometime this month, though school does start again for me this Monday so I'll probably find myself swamped before I know it. Please be as patient as possible regarding updates, I do my best to not leave any fics unfinished and will definitely warn you before I do.

With that being said, I hope you all have a wonderful day! And, for those of you in school, I hope this year goes well for you!

This chapter was beta-read by Wishfulina, Flautist4Ever, and grapeflavoredsoul, all of who can be found on Tumblr!