2014's Moon Knight Vol.7 #5 (LGY : #161) page 4 (when Mr.Knight went full "The Raid"). Script by Warren Ellis, art by Declan Shalvey, colors by Jordie Bellaire and lettering by Chris Eliopoulos.
*Marc being tired of all the shit in his life*: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.
Jake: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2.
Steven: Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice.
Konshu: Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.
Y/N: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-
Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader; Steven Grant x Reader
Word Count: 2k
Summary: Loosely based on episode five, Marc and Steven go through their memories of Y/N.
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“Steven!” Marc yelled, pulling the British one of the pair away from the door. “It’s Y/N,” Steven whispered, pointing a finger at the door and not making eye contact with his other half but maintaining his stare on the memory through the window, quickly recognizing the scene unfolding.
Marc sighed, not wanting to look back at what was transpiring behind the door that led to a very core memory of his. “Please, just let me keep this one for myself,” he practically begged, holding Steven’s forearm tightly still.
Steven turned to face Marc while shaking his head, “no. No, I won't let you keep this from me. Not this time.”
“Steven,” Marc started sternly, narrowing his before being interrupted by a sudden outburst.
“I love her too!” Steven exclaimed, anguish crossing his features, causing Marc’s to soften only slightly. “I have always felt second to you, always! I-I don’t even remember this, and this-“ he emphasized by pointing to the window, “this is something worth remembering, worth experiencing, alright?”
Marc swallowed, looking at the linoleum tiles beneath him, not responding to Steven’s words. Steven nodded to himself, knowing that Marc agreed even though he didn’t want to, which made Steven respect him more.
Steven fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater before pushing the door open with Marc solemnly following behind. The scene was fairly plain with Marc standing in a nice button up and slacks, and Y/N standing in a simple white satin dress. Steven noticed that there weren’t many people in the room before recognizing what exactly he was witnessing; a wedding.
“She, uh, she bought that dress twenty minutes before this at some shitty department store,” Marc muttered, watching the love flow between his former self and Y/N, “and she still looked perfect.” He would never forget the smile that graced her lips the moment this happened. It was one of his most fondest memories, something he’d cherish forever. Seeing it again brought up a whole mix of feelings for him with the most prominent one being his love for her.
“And do you Y/N L/N take Marc Spector to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The celebrant spoke, seemingly bored but his tone didn’t deter the happiness flowing between the pair before him. Steven stood silently, waiting for those next two wonderful words to break the silence.
“I do,” she spoke confidently, squeezing Marc’s hands in hers. Steven smiled softly, a part of him wishing she spoke those words to him.
“By the power vested in me-“
Marc couldn’t hear the words that followed, too overwhelmed with being able to experience this again.
“W-Where are all of her friends, family? Or ours?” Steven asked, looking around confused at the few strangers, witnesses, in the room that he couldn’t recognize. In all honesty, he thought it was kind of sad, knowing that a wedding should be grand and all. “We only had each other,” Marc spoke, his eyes still transfixed on Y/N and his former self as they walked down the makeshift aisle and out of the room.
“But why?” Steven asked softly, slightly confused at the situation yet slightly hesitant as to not bring up any bad memories for Marc.
“We didn’t need anybody to prove our love to each other,” Marc spoke slightly sternly, following the pair that had just left, causing Steven to trail behind him.
Before they knew it, they had entered a new room to watch past Marc carry Y/N into some dingy apartment they had bought together. Past Marc was littering her face with kisses, causing the woman in his arms to giggle.
Present Marc smiled softly at the scene before him, remembering the love they had shared that night. Steven had never seen Marc like this, had never seen the man smile or love nonetheless. This showed Steven a whole other side to him that he never knew was even possible.
“God I love you Mrs. Spector. Y/N Spector, Y/N Spector, Y/N Spector,” Marc spoke teasingly, trailing kisses down her neck as he placed her on the bed gently. Her smile was wide as she giggled and carded her fingers through his dark curls, tugging it lightly in order to look into his eyes, “and I love you Marc Spector.”
Steven didn’t know how to feel watching this. Watching the woman he loved love someone else that he shared a body with. Watching the woman he loved love Marc first, before she had even known about him. “Let’s go,” he turned around abruptly, uncharacteristically pulling Marc out of the room with him and into another one where they walked into yet another dingy apartment, different from the last.
“Marc!” Y/N shouted, running up to the man who had just walked through the front door. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, but stepped back when she didn’t feel his reciprocation.
“This was after Ciaro wasn’t it?” Steven asked, turning to Marc who’s only answer was a short nod.
“A-Are you alright? What’s wrong, what happened?” She asked, examining his figure as he remained silent and went to the bathroom.
“I don’t want to talk about this again, Y/N,” he spoke gruffly as he walked out of the bathroom, wearing different clothes and signifying to Steven and present Marc that they were witnessing a different day alongside a different memory.
“You’ve been lying to me for months now Marc! Ever since Egypt you’ve been acting differently. I wake up in the middle of the night without you here, only to wake up with you practically naked with your clothes torn to shreds. Are you fucking cheating on me with someone you met there?” Y/N was yelling and crying, sick of having the same conversation with him over and over again, ready to release all of her feelings.
Past Marc’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “what? No, Y/N you know I’d never do that to you!” He approached her, trying to grab her forearms to ground her, but she refused his touch and took a step back.
“If you’re not cheating then give me any possible fucking explanation as to what is going on Marc,” she spoke lowly, ridding her cheeks of tears. Marc hated seeing her like this, in his present state and in the past. He sighed in his memory, closing his eyes and shaking his head, “can we please sit down for this?” He spoke softly, directing her to the couch. She nodded her head, still clearly upset. As she sat, she refused to look into his eyes and found an interest in playing with her thumbs in her lap.
Present Marc scoffed looking back on this now, “god, I was so stupid for this.”
Past Marc stood in front of her before squatting down, ready to tell her anything she wanted to know. “I serve Khonshu, the Egyptian moon God. I’m his avatar,” he spoke with full honesty. Y/N looked up at him, staring into his eyes before anger fell all over her face, “you are unbelievable, Marc.” Her voice was laced with venom as she stood, causing Marc to stand as well before she had pushed him out of the way.
“Y/N,” he began to speak before being interrupted as he followed her all the way to their bedroom. Steven was the first to follow them, present Marc walking slowly behind.
“Khonshu,” she scoffed to herself as she pulled out a bag, “fucking Khonshu, Marc? Are you fucking kidding me?” She spoke more so to herself, but remained focused on her mission to pack a bag.
“I’m telling the truth, Y/N” Marc begged from behind her, watching her throw various items of clothing from their closet and onto the bed. She stopped what she was doing before turning to face him angrily. “You could’ve said literally anything, but you thought I’d believe THAT?! You’re fucking ridiculous Marc,” she shook her head, pushing past him again to place her clothes in the bag.
“Fucking bullshit,” she mumbled to herself. “Y/N,” he repeated, but she wouldn’t look at him, too focused on packing her bag. “Y/N, please,” he asked again as she shoved her charger into the bag before zipping it up.
“Y/N just look at me!” He yelled, startling both her and Steven, watching the scene unfold. Her eyes found Marc’s as he let out a sigh, “just, don’t freak out.”
Before she could even respond, she watched as the ceremonial armor began to cover his skin, eyes glowing behind a mask as a hood finally manifested. All traces of anger left her face as her jaw dropped, “what the fuck.” Marc, now clad in his Moon Knight suit nodded at her words, “yeah.”
Steven turned to look at present Marc, speechless at what they had just witnessed. He nodded his head slowly, “I-I honestly don’t know why I expected her to react any differently.”
The pair silently agreed to walk out the room before entering another little apartment, this time Steven recognizing it as his own.
Marc closed his eyes as he watched Y/N sat at the table by herself. “Y/N stayed in London when I flew back to Chicago,” he explained to Steven. “S-She had wanted to come with me, but I,” he looked down, shaking his head, “I had to do it by myself.”
“Marc?” Y/N asked as she heard the door knob jiggle, causing present Marc to stop talking and watch the scene unfold. The man had entered the room before catching her eyesight and becoming frightened, screaming at the presence of the woman before him. “W-Who are you? Why are you in my flat?” The British accent was the first thing she had noticed, recognition present in her eyes understanding what had occurred.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” she made sure to speak as softly as she could, approaching him slowly, “S-Steven?”
He looked reluctant, “how-how do you know my name?”
“T-This may sound a bit complicated but we live together, Steven,” Y/N spoke softly, approaching him very slowly so as to not spook him further.
Present Marc and Steven watched as past Steven slowly warmed up to her for the first time. “I remember this,” Steven muttered to himself, “I was so scared.” He turned to smile at Y/N, “but she made me feel safe, without me even knowing her and all.” Marc nodded, knowing the exact same feeling.
“Who are you?” Past Steven asked, no longer pressing his body to the door, but looking around his flat to find any clue as to who the woman before him was. “Y/N, your uh,” she glanced at the ring on her finger, fiddling with it, “I’m your best friend.”
Marc’s heart broke at her words, knowing that it’s his fault she had lied.
“But there’s only one bed,” he spoke with a slight tone of question in his voice, pointing to the lone mattress. Marc chuckled, shaking his head at the Brit’s past actions as Y/N scrambled to make some type of excuse. “We’re uh really close,” she smiled sheepishly.
Marc and Steven walked through the psychiatric facilities door. “I don’t understand why we’re seeing all these memories of her,” Marc spoke, hands on his hips as he paced in the hallway. Steven stood in thought, eyebrows furrowed together trying to figure it out. “W-Well maybe it’s because she was the bridge between our individual lives. How our lives started to mesh together,” Steven suggested, with Marc nodding his head in agreement because it was the only logical explanation. “Right, right,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Well we can’t stop here,” Steven suggested, “we’ve got to keep going. Not for the world, not for Layla, or even for Gus, but for Y/N.” Marc’s eyes met his, nodding his head after a second in order to agree, “for Y/N. Let’s keep movin’ then.”
