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Marc leapt off the roof, landing soundlessly on another, rolling to distribute his weight. From there he stood up, crouching and moving silently, cloak swishing behind him as he made his way to the edge of the roof. He leaned over the edge, and from here he could see a group of assholes, all of them armed with pistols. In the center of the group was a crate, a crate Khonshu had said contained artifacts dedicated to him. Stolen artifacts.
“What are you waiting for? Kill them!” Khonshu demanded from somewhere behind him, stabbing his staff into the ground like a child in a tantrum.
Marc rolled his eyes behind his mask “Be patient” he replied, watching the people below milling about, waiting for the perfect opening to strike.
He ignored Khonshu’s petulant grumble, instead watching as a skinny man strayed further from the group. He leaned against the building he was perched on, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. The man took a draw from it, exhaling smoke.
“Hey look Jake! Its you!” Stevens bright voice joked in his mind
As always there was no response from Jake, other than a grumble. Jake had always had a smoking problem, and while Marc could care less (as Khonshu made sure the smoking didn’t harm their body), Steven always complained about Jakes smoking problem.
He ignored the brief bickering in his mind, instead leaping off the roof, cape flaring out to slow his fall, before landing heavily on the smoking man, sending him crashing to the floor. The man screamed, and Marc was quick to unsheathe a crescent, slicing down and severing the mans throat. Blood gushed out of the wound in tiny rivers, the man gurgling and choking on his own blood.
Gunshots filled the area, and Marc was quick to dodge, sprinting towards the nearest person and kicking the pistol out of their hands, before spinning around kicking them again, this time in the head. Marc grunted as pain blossomed in his left thigh, someone had shot him. He’d need to take the bullet out to heal. He quickly finished the goon off, stabbing him in the throat and watching him collapse.
He whirled around, narrowly dodging another bullet. He rushed towards the third goon out of five, a woman with black hair. The agony in his leg made itself known every step towards her, and she kept firing, managing to hit him twice- once in the gut and another time in the arm. Once he was close enough he thrust his hand forward, watching her try to back away last minute as his hand closed around her throat. Someone else shot his arm, but he didn’t drop her. With a simple jerk of his hand, her neck snapped, and she went limp in his hold. He carelessly let her drop, rushing the next goon who tried to sneak up on him, a burly man with red hair holding a knife. The man swung, and he ducked under it, crouching and kicking a leg out, spinning and sweeping the man off his feet. He stood up as the man crashed to the ground, stabbing him in the skull. He glanced around at the bloodstained area, spotting a man, shaking and staring at him with wide eyes. He threw a crescent at him, hitting him in the throat.
He sheathed his crescents, making his way to the crate, ignoring the moonlit puddles of blood. He fiddled with the crate, trying to use brute force. When that didn’t work he prodded Steven in his mind for help. Steven had ‘left’ his mind during the fight, not wanting to see bloodshed.
“Steven, its safe now” He explained aloud, prodding Steven in his mind.
He didn’t check if he was co-fronting, he knew he was. “Any idea why Khonshu’s bullshit strength cant open this crate?” he asked
Steven hummed in his mind “See that scarab lock?”
He nodded, and Steven continued
“Its imbued with something, like a Pharaohs curse. Its actually quite interesting! And here I thought pharaohs curses were myths and…”
“Steven, can we open it or not?” he interrupted
Steven paused, thinking it over. “No”
Marc sighed “So what, we just take the whole crate with us?”
Khonshu materialized on the other side of the crate. “Someone’s coming”
Marc rolled his eyes “Let me guess, kill them?”
Surprisingly, Khonshu shook his head “You will not enact vengeance on these few. We only punish the evil.”
Steven gasped in his mind “Who are you and what have you done with Khonshu?”
Khonshu slammed his staff into the ground “Silence worm!”
A whining noise filled the area, yet still he didn’t move. Khonshu may be an asshole, but if these guys were good, he’d listen to him and not kill them.
“Nice get-up you got there, cum-white is a nice look on you” A sarcastic voice stated
Marc whirled around, facing the voice, only to be faced with-
“That’s Iron Man innit?!” Steven asked in disbelief
Marcs trained eyes glanced around, spotting a few more hero’s scattered about. Namely Doctor Strange, Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Captain America.
“Look Marc, its you!” Steven exclaimed as soon as Marcs laid his eyes on Captain America.
Marc rolled his eyes, pinching himself as a scolding. He didn’t actually know if Steven could feel it if he was co-fronting. Though it worked all the same.
He questioned why Doctor Strange was here, yet since he dealt with the supernatural, it made sense to send him to deal with Moon Knight.
Iron Man stepped forward, and he stood up in response, hearing weapons clicking around him in warning. He really hoped they didn’t shoot him, his wounds still hurt like hell.
He limped forward to meet Iron Man midway, grunting at the pain. Now that most of the danger was gone, his wounds hurt even worse, adrenaline running thin.
Iron Man seemed to pause, helmet pointedly looking at his leg from where he was swaying as he stood. Blood stained the area, making ivory white fade to crimson red. There were other patches of blood all over him, all which wouldn’t heal until he got the bullets out.
“We need to take you in for interrogation” Iron Man stated
Marc waited a moment, and when Khonshu didn’t protest, he held his hands up to be cuffed.
The other Avengers swiftly arrived from their perches, coming to guard him incase he escaped. As if he had any reason to. Black Widow slapped cuffs on him, filled with tiny lights. Stark tech, he noted.
Captain regarded him with poorly hidden concern behind his half-mask. “Will he be alright?”
Iron Man shrugged “Beats me”
Black Widow led him forward, and Captain America fell in beside him, clearly worried, If his constant glances at his wounds were anything to go by. They led him slowly to…somewhere. It was getting harder to think. By now he would have already had the bullets out and been in the process of healing. The bandage straps of his suit pressed hard against his wounds, quickly being soaked by blood.
Marc started to feel dizzy, and he could faintly hear Steven and Jake calling for him in his mind. He couldn’t even respond, swaying more and feeling strong hands supporting him.
“Tony….think…..injured….medical…” Captain Americas voice faded in and out as his vision did the same, images of the world overlapping and fading into one another.
His eyelids felt heavy, and after a moment, he passed out.