Steven and Marc

A RP blog for Steven Grant and Marc Spector from Moon Knight (show only) Please read rules first before interacting! (No longer tagging spoilers)

[fragmentedmiind]

First Encounters || Bucky

buchananbarnes1991​:

Bucky nods with a grin after he realizes what he’d said seemed to struck a cord with Steven. Silently curious if the younger man might start to stand up for himself or find a better museum to work at that didn’t have a bossy little annoying woman getting under his skin. 

“Yeah, I wasn’t done looking at them. I like keepsake items. I know some people think it might be corny or a waste but, I like them. Helps with holding on to the memories.” He shrugs while walking ahead of Steven back to the gift shop counter top. Absently looking around a little. Waiting for the younger gentlemen to be back behind the counter. 

Then, he reaches out to pick something up with one hand, the other dipping into his pocket to place the little plush back into the basket. Hidden easy movements like a reverse pickpocket. Then as he draws his hand back, he makes a subtle gesture that would cause his hand to accidentally latch and drag the basket. “Oh shoot! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize the display was that close!” Speaking up while the small palm sized plushies tumbled all over the counter and a couple of them roll off on to the floor. 

*~Ooooh they went everywhere!! Can we get more than one?~* Well, that was kind of the plan kiddo.

Leaning down to pick up the few on the floor, helping with the mess he made. “You know what, I think I’ll get one of these, they are rather cute. Might make a nice little key chain or something.” 

Steven made his way around the counter, getting everything set up again and taking the ‘Closed’ sign away. He had been tucking it away on a shelf behind the counter when the basket suddenly tipped over, causing him to quickly look up in surprise. 

“Oh, that’s alright!” He reassured quickly, smiling at him. “It was an accident.” He added, waving a hand before starting to pick the plushes up and fixing the basket. He looked to Bucky as he spoke again, and he smiled as he nodded. 

“Yeah, alright!” He said happily. “Is there anything else you’d like to get?” He asked. 

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Hazy || Bucky

buchananbarnes1991​:

A small chuckle escapes Bucky, he tries to hold it back but it does slip past his lips. Nodding in agreement. “Yeah, you’re in bed. So, you don’t need your legs right now. If ya need to have a piss later tonight I’ll help ya out. I promise.” Assuring while he pats Steven’s shoulder before climbing back to his feet. 

Moving to grab the tv cart from the closet and the dvds from his bag. Positioning the cart where Steven usually put it in front of the bed. “So, either we start with lord of the rings or Star Wars. Though I do have a bias to the lord of the rings because of the hobbit. I uh– read it a long time ago and enjoyed the story.” Confessing while he holds the dvd cases up so that Steven could see them. 

“Marc likes movies? I swear, I’ve only seen him watch the news while he eats his cereal with a grumpy face in the mornings.” Teasing with the intention to see if he could get Marc to either front and tell him what happened or at least communicate with Steven within their inner world. 

Steven smiled at the man’s reassurance, honestly a little relieved that the man was willing to help him to that extent. He watched as the man set up the television, and then looked between the cases. 

“Lord of the Rings is okay.” He said contently, nodding a little and relaxing a little more. At the man’s question, he smiled and nodded a little. 

“I don’t know if he really likes watching movies a lot, but I think it’d be good for him right now... he was probably really stressed out before I took over the body.” He said, rubbing at his face. 

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First Encounters || Bucky

buchananbarnes1991​:

Bucky sent a text to Steven’s phone just to make sure that the other hadn’t given him a fake number. Smiling a little to himself when he heard the buzzing noise. “Oh it’s fine. It was my business phone. And I wasn’t going to hand it over to her with it holding very private stuff and working. Not the first time I’ve done that either.” Confessing with a small chuckle. 

“I used to have a boss like her.. You can only let them walk all over you for so long before you either quit or snap.” Half murmuring with a shrug while tucking his phone back into his pocket. “So.. is the gift shop still open?” Bucky gently asks while he felt the unpaid for plushie in his pocket. He did intend to pay for it, but he didn’t want to be accused of trying to steal when that hadn’t been his intention. 

Steven smiled a little at the man’s explanation, nodding a bit. That was true, he supposed; both statements. Of course he wouldn’t hand over a confidential phone without destroying it, that made sense. And it also made sense that Steven could only keep this up for so long before even his seemingly endless patience ran out. 

“The gift shop?” He repeated, but nodded and smiled. “Yeah, it’s still open - it’ll be open until the museum closes tonight.” He said. “Why? Is there something else you’d like to get?” He asked. 

[fragmentedmiind]

Hazy || Bucky

buchananbarnes1991​:

“Hm, he’s probably just tired. I’m sure he’ll talk to you later or front later and let me know what happened. Though, at least nothing or no one followed the two of you home. Walking Steven over to the bed and helping him sit down. Cy places the pillows behind his back for support. 

“Yeah.. Uh– I got worried because you weren’t answering my calls and weren’t responsive so.. I busted the lock. I’ll fix it, you don’t gotta worry about that.” Calmly confessing while he kept an eye on the door. It was closed, but couldn’t lock anymore. 

“Your legs might go numb because of the strength of the painkillers I injected you with. You’re gonna be feeling like you’re high for a few days. But, you’ll be fine. I just didn’t want you to be on your feet and then suddenly collapse. I’ve used those injections before on Sam and he collapsed on me because I didn’t realize just how powerful they were.” Speaking while he got up and poured himself a drink. 

“Anyways, I did bring over some movies and take out if you’re still feeling up to our movie night.” Mentioning while his eyes caught the tv cart that was half way in the closet. He would more than likely watch and clean up the apartment. 

Steven leaned heavily into the man as he was led over to his bed, and soon enough he was settling into the mattress. He leaned into the pillows, letting out a slow breath and resting a hand over the wound. Whatever Cy had given him, it was working quickly; the pain was already mostly gone, but it was more the knowledge of the wound’s existence that had Steven covering it up. 

He closed his eyes for a moment as he settled into the mattress and pillows more, but he became aware of Cy speaking again, and he opened his eyes again to look at him - albeit somewhat hazily. 

“My legs?” He echoed, looking down at his legs and blinking. “Yeah... alright. I don’t need ‘em right now anyways, right?” He said, resting his head back again. At the man’s second comment, he nodded a little and smiled a little despite the situation. 

“Yeah, movies sound good.” He said. “Even if Marc isn’t around, I think he’d like them, too.” He added. 

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More than turned around

the-perfect-scientist​:

Carlos peered at the card curiously. He tried to not visibly react to the man apparently having some sort of upset, because he didn’t want to be rude.

He recognized the hotel - it was a place that a lot of parents stayed when they came into town for graduations at the University or holidays, so Carlos was pretty familiar with it.

“Oh sure - I know where that is,” Carlos said. He started to give the man directions - it wasn’t too far of a walk after all, for a University town.

“The green signs are the street names and numbers,” he reminded the other, not unkindly. “They’re mostly in a grid pattern, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find - no secret windy roads on your route.” He smiled at the man, his white teeth showing brightly.

Steven fidgeted with the card as Carlos began to give directions, but his anxiety was making it more than a little difficult to focus. He nodded a little, trying to commit the directions to his memory. Not that his memory had been particularly trustworthy as of late. 

“Thank you.” He nodded a little at the man, giving a small smile as the other smiled at him. “I uh... I should be able to find it, now.” He added. 

Was he really going to be able to find it? He would have to... otherwise he would never be able to get home. What the hell was he doing here? This had to be a dream... 

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More than turned around

the-perfect-scientist​:

Carlos started to speak, but paused to take his spoon out of his mouth.

“Just outside the campus of the University,” he said. “I can probably help point you to where you’re headed, though.”

The guy was obviously a foreigner - British, or at least some Commonwealth country (he hadn’t heard him speak enough to narrow the accent down yet). Though the man seemed to be alarmed and upset.

A scooter drove by them on the right-hand side of the road and stopped at the octagonal stop sign. A six-wheel pickup truck pulled up and stopped behind the scooter as the first driver looked to make sure the way was clear. Both sported Oregon license plates with the iconic minimalist pine tree pointed straight up in the center against the white background.

Alright, a University. That didn’t narrow things down much, but judging how this man was American as well... this wasn’t looking good. He looked over as the vehicles came to stop near them at the sign, and he had to stop himself from letting his eyes widen as he noticed the license plates. Oregon? What the bloody hell was he doing in Oregon?! Wake up, Steven!

“Oh, um... actually, I’m just, uh...” He floundered, patting at his pockets. There had to be some sign as to why he was there, right? Even if this was a dream, there had to be a business card, a note, something. After a few moments he found what looked to be a hotel key card, and he very nearly sighed in relief. A clue, at the very least. And somewhere safe for him to go to figure all of this out. 

“I’m sorry, I’m probably making no sense.” He said, sighing. “Would you be able to tell me how to get here?” He asked, showing the card. 

[fragmentedmiind]

First Encounters || Bucky

buchananbarnes1991​:

Note for later, look up Khonshu. Do you want me to file that in the Steven file? Yes, thank you.  Does he have a last name? I would assume so. 

“Oh wow! That’s a big task to be responsible for, but I’m sure he’s got it down to a science.” Grinning while he set his phone up for a new contact, holding it out to Steven. “Traveller? Makes sense given that he has control of the evening sky.” Commenting while he doesn’t worry about Steven’s boss. Pretty sure he could keep him for the rest of the day if he wanted to. Though he doesn’t push his welcome too much. 

“I wish I could stay longer, but I have a new work phone I need to buy and get set up. I’m sure the lady over seas is gonna enjoy the story of how I broke it. Again. For the third time this year.” He chuckles a little bit. Figuring it would be one of the few times he could tell the truth. After all, he had no plans of handing his work phone over to a stranger with it still being intact. Too much private intel on it. So, of course he destroyed it before placing it into Donna’s open hand. 

Soon enough, they had exchanged numbers, and Steven smiled softly at the other as he listened. 

“I’m sorry you had to do that.” He said, remembering back to Bucky crushing the phone like it was nothing. “You really didn’t need to do that - Donna just likes to keep things a particular way, that’s all.” He explained. Why was he defending her? She truly didn’t need to be defended - she treated him horribly, so why was he covering her ass when the Winter Soldier had done something to help him? Why was he like this? 

[fragmentedmiind]

Hazy || Bucky

buchananbarnes1991​:

“Yeah, it’s me Cy. I’m here. I’m real. You’re still awake Steven.” Cyron calmly speaks while he made sure that the other wasn’t gonna pass out on him. Keeping the pressure on with one hand, he got a cup of water for him from the bathroom sink. “Sip on that, please. Use both hands if you need to. I’ve got this handled. I promise.” 

Grabbing his bag as he did have his own emergency kit in it. Getting a couple of numbing injections ready to go and using them so that Steven didn’t pass out from the pain. “So.. I’m guessing Marc got caught up in something, tried getting back here and patchin’ him self up. He might have been out for awhile, got exhausted.” Thinking out loud while he buys himself some time for the numbing injections to take effect. “Is he saying anything in your head?” 

Cy intentionally kept up conversation while he began to stitch up the wound. Luckily it wasn’t too deep and nothing vital had been hit. “Deep breaths buddy, and I gotta say I’m glad your flat doesn’t have much of a security system. But, I will get the door fixed. I promise. I busted it open because you weren’t responding to your texts..” He knelt down to get an easier reach while he made the stitches neat and comfortably snug. It didn’t take him too long before he was wrapping Steven’s side up with gauze and a light round of ace compression wraps. 

“There, all stitched up.” Announcing while he stands up and wraps an arm around Steven’s good side, gently leading him out of the bathroom. “Let me know if your legs start to go numb on you. That injection is more than enough to make me feel like I’m on cloud nine for a couple of hours. But, it won’t kill you. Couch or bed?” 

Steven accepted the water as it was handed to him, and though he wasn’t entirely sure why it was that he needed to drink it, he supposed it likely had some important meaning in first aid. He really should have taken that course... Then he was being injected with something, and he 

He listened to Cyron’s words, nodding in understanding. That would make the most sense - Marc hadn’t really said much about what he was going to be doing, so it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that he’d done something exceptionally reckless to cause the injury. 

“No... he isn’t answering me at all.” He replied, taking another small sip of the water while the other man worked to patch him up. It was odd, feeling panicked and calm at the same time... though that was likely the shock doing its job. 

It took a moment longer, but he gradually realized what Cyron had said. 

“You broke the door?” He asked, but didn’t seem upset. He was more confused than anything. 

By the time Bucky helped him up, the man had half-finished his water. he leaned heavily into the other, making a soft, weak noise. The medication was already well set in, and standing up just made it feel more obvious. 

“If my legs go numb? Why would my legs go numb?” He mumbled. “Uh... bed, please. It’s closer.” He added. 

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Scarlet Scarab 

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these spot the difference games are getting harder nowadays 🤨

[fragmentedmiind]

First Encounters || Bucky

buchananbarnes1991​:

Bucky’s eyes light up at the mention of a god being in control of the moon. His attention fully grabbed as he hangs on to Steven’s every word. “Just the moon or does he also have relation to the stars? Khonshu might be my new favorite.” Confessing with a small chuckle. “I.. really like space stuff. Always have ever since I was a kid.” 

“Sorry if I was too forward. I just, suck at planning. Most of my life has been last minute. It’s alright if you can’t do it tonight– oh? You’re free, great.” Bucky grins, excitement in his tone. “What time do you get off or should I meet you some where? You know what I’ll just give you my number.” Gleaming while he pulls out his phone. 

"Yeah, the moon and the night sky.” He explained, smiling. “His name translates roughly to ‘Traveller’, which reflects how the moon and stars travel the sky. It’s similar to other pantheons, where they had chariots and such pulling the sun and moon along as time passed.” He explained. He smiled at the man’s words, nodding a little. 

At the offering of his number, Steven blinked in surprise and nodded. “Yeah, alright.” He said, grabbing his phone as well. A part of him was worried Donna would yell at him for having it, but he remembered Bucky’s earlier comment and relaxed a little. 

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Hazy || Bucky

buchananbarnes1991​:

Cy had been on his way over, a bag of take out food in hand. Dvds he’d picked up tucked away in his shoulder bag. Though when Steven didn’t answer the door or his phone the retired assassin couldn’t help but feel dread and concern. Swiftly busting the lock on the door of the flat and stepping inside. 

“Steven? Is.. everything alright? Sorry about your door I’ll pay to get it fixed. I promise.” Speaking through the near silent apartment while he steps inside. Setting the bag of take out containers down on a small table near the door. His eyes caught the drops of blood on the floor.

Oh.. Oh god.. Please don’t be dead.. Cy, breathe, do you need me to take this? No! No.. I’ve got it..

Swallowing the lump in his throat while he follows the blood trail to the bathroom. He doesn’t bother with knocking. Pushing the door open. “Oh shit! Uh– okay, wow. Keep pressure on that.” speaking up while he drops his shoulder bag and steps into the bathroom. Getting a hold of the first aid kit and prepping what he needed quickly. Gently walking Steven back against the counter top so that he wouldn’t fall too far should he collapse. 

“Hey, look at me. You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” Speaking as confidently as he could despite the slight tremble in his voice. But he got to work on getting the bleeding to stop before getting a proper look at the wound. “I can patch you up. We’ve just gotta get it cleaned first. It’s gonna burn, I won’t lie about that. But, it’s not too deep.” Ghost guided him through it while he got to work with cleaning the wound efficiently. 

Shock was an interesting thing. One minute Steven had been trying to get his thoughts together long enough to figure out what to do, and the next-- 

The man nearly jumped out of his skin as the vinyl door to his bathroom suddenly opened, wide eyes quickly landing on the familiar form of Bucky as he entered. Steven was far too pale, a cold sweat on his forehead, but he seemed lucid enough to recognize the man. 

Then, he was being guided to lean against the counter, and he watched the other beginning to prepare everything. 

“Cy?” He asked softly, the man’s presence taking a few moments to properly sink in. When had he arrived? Distantly, he remembered making plans with him, but everything was a little too fuzzy to put together for the moment. 

“Yeah... alright.” He nodded a little at the man’s warming, but that didn’t stop him from hissing loudly in pain as the man began to clean the wound. It didn’t seem like a life-threatening injury; aside from the threat of blood loss, the wound (seeming to be a stab wound) didn’t appear to have hit anything vital. 

“Why couldn’t Marc be in the body for this?” He groaned weakly, closing his eyes tightly against the pain. 

[fragmentedmiind]

First Encounters || Bucky

buchananbarnes1991​:

Bucky nods, grinning while he listens to the younger man. “Khonshu? what’s that one’s purpose? Huh, another bird guy. I have a bird guy back home in the states. But his wings are mechanical and he’s human. But, this deity stuff is really cool.” It was a little joke, an inside one between him and Sam. 

“I’m definitely going to do some research on it once I get back to the hotel tonight. Unless uh– you’re not busy tonight and don’t mind crash course talkin’ about it. Maybe I’ll tell you some secrets too, since the history books got some of the details of my past.. really wrong. Main one being, shocker I’m not dead.” 

Did you just ask him on a date?  No? I just like his brain. I wanna pick it some more. 

“Khonshu? He’s this one over here.” He explained, walking over to a painting of the god. “He’s the god of the moon.” He said. At the comment, he tilted his head, but he did recall seeing an Avenger with wings at some point. Was that who he meant? 

What caught him even more off guard, however, was the offer to spend more time with the man. Bucky Barnes wanted to spend more time with him? Really? No one wanted to do that... 

“I-- uh, ye-yeah!” He nodded, stumbling over his words. 

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Hazy || Bucky

“Oh god... oh god.” 

That was... a lot more blood than he had been expecting. What had happened? Steven looked down at his body - where he had been pressing against a wound in his abdomen, apparently - and saw the blood that had covered far too much of his skin. His shirt was missing, probably tossed aside. 

“Marc, what happened?” He asked, looking at the mirror. He waited, then waited... 

“Marc?” He called again, but got nothing in response. Oh, boy. He was on his own for this, then... 

He couldn’t remember anything after Marc had taken over the body, but he hadn’t thought much of it - being co-conscious was tiring, after all, and he trusted Marc. 

But that had led to this. Him waking up in the body, in the bathroom, bleeding badly. What was he supposed to do? Was he supposed to suture it himself? Is that what Marc had been planning? He fumbled around for his first aid kid, beginning to do what he could. Keep pressure on the wound, keep pressure on the wound... then what? Why hadn’t he taken that first aid course that they’d offered at the museum?! 

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[fragmentedmiind]

First Encounters || Bucky

buchananbarnes1991​:

Bucky clears his throat, a little relieved that Steven didn’t try to dig. He could explain it to him later if he really wanted to know. Preferably in a much less public place. 

it’s fine. it will be fine. 

“Oh, that’s Ammit? Neat, does she have a mortal form or is that just the greek gods?” Curiously asking with a seemingly innocent smile. He caught sight of Donna, though as he locked eyes with her, she did a 180 and went the other way. A small laugh escapes him. “Looks like she won’t be bothering you for the rest of the day.” Whispering to Steven with a warmer pitch. 

“That’s mainly the other pantheons, yeah.” He explained, smiling softly to him again. “The Egyptian gods were often portrayed with animal characteristics. For example, Anubis has a jackal head, and Khonshu has a bird head.” He said contently. 

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First Encounters || Bucky

buchananbarnes1991​:

Bucky nods a little. “Yeah, I uh– had required therapy but I always felt unsure of what to say because she would start to write shit down and my only thought was ‘oh great, now the government might lock me up in the raft and pump me full of drugs until I’m a glorified flesh sack that just drools and stares off into space.’ So.. I stopped telling her a lot of stuff. But now she writes stuff down if I’m not communicating.. but you don’t do that. Sorry..I’ll shut up now.” He shyly laughs. A little red in the face. 

You’re gonna scare him away.  Shut up. Just.. please shut up. 

“Is that a crocodile or an alligator statue?” Asking in the hopes that Steven wouldn’t question too much of his rambling. 

Steven... wasn’t really sure how to respond to that. That was a lot of information, and honestly he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to know any of that information. Would he get in trouble for knowing any of this? 

But then, Bucky was redirecting to the statue again, and the man blinked as they came out of the strange interlude. 

“Um--” He cleared his throat. “Ammit is said to be a crocodile.” He explained, nodding a little. 

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