We’ll be okay [6] (Marc Spector/ slight!Steven Grant x Reader)
Summary: After Marc Spector leaves your life to focus on his own goals, what happens when he comes back into your life at full speed after years of being apart?
Author's note: Were getting close to the end you guys! i'm thinking one or two more chapters after this but that will be just pure fluff and maybe smut? if you enjoyed this chapter please please reblog! it helps so much. and if you like this update and would like to be apart of the taglist let me know down below!
Warnings: Violence (Y/n gets a little crazy), cursing, angst, reunions, kissing, and I think that's it.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,
You knew if Marc saw you right now, sitting in the back of one of Harrows trucks as they went through Egyptian security he would scream at you to leave and get to a safe place. Unfortunately for your own safety Marc was dead and you were blinded by rage and grief to even think about the logical solution to everything and instead focused on every single violent and grotesque thought you had on killing Arthur Harrow.
You watched emotionless as Harrow killed the policemen where they stood, their souls leaving their bodies as they crumpled to the ground in the same way Marc did. Only moving when everyone went to help move the bodys out of the street so they could continue their journey back to the pyramids. Your body moving on autopilot as you jumped from the back of the truck, your hood and mask covering your face as you pulled a knife from your pocket. He was right there, free from his goons surrounding him as his back turned from you. You crouched down, hiding behind cars as you moved closer to him.
“Don't do it,” A hoarse voice wheezed out, you paid no attention to it as you walked further ahead. “Y/n, wait. I am the goddess Taweret.” the voice called out again and you shook your head, you definitely misheard whatever that person said.
“It's Marc that's telling you to stop!”
You halted for a moment as you looked at the body in confusion.
“What the fuck?” you whispered to yourself, looking around.
“He's dead, and I'm talking to you through dead people right now. So what?” the Taweret said, and you blinked slowly at the sigh. “Listen, Harrow is too powerful for you to stop him alone. If Marc could return to life-”
“What do you mean, “Return to life?” you asked and the soldier body dropped again for a moment before gasping for air.
“He's going to need Khonshu, break his ushabti that's in the chamber of the gods. And then you can be my avatar!” you shook your head as you stepped back.
“No, I can do this myself.” you said as one of the ladies announced you had to leave. You quickly ran back to the truck and hopped back in. Was there a chance Khonshu could bring Marc back to life? Or was it too late? And if Taweret was just speaking to you did that mean Marc was in the field of reeds?
It was too much for your head to even comprehend, you didn't dare to play the sick game of hope at the idea of Marc coming back, he's dead and it didn't even matter if he did since the body he would return to is covered in bullet holes. So you closed your eyes, and pretended you weren't there in the heat. Instead back in London, with Marc in his apartment as you got to know Steven more and got to have the life you always wanted with Marc, a life that was always so close but just always a little bit out of reach.
You must've dissociated for so long beauce when you became aware of your surroundings again you were at the base of the pyramid, staring in shock as Harrow used the staff to split open the pyramid. The crowd rushed in, following Harrow.
“Come, you won't believe what the gods have hidden from mankind.”
You managed to split away with no one spotting you as you made a run for the wall of ushabtis. You frantically looked over everyone until you saw Khonshus symbol, you clutched it tightly in your hand as you went to find a more secluded space. You took a deep breath before you threw the stone on the ground. The stone crumbled away as Khonshu appeared, you gasped in shock as you finally saw the god controlling Marc looked like.
“I do not sense Marc Specotr in this world anymore, he died fighting no doubt.” he said.
“Yeah, fighting your war.” you spat.
“And it's far from over,” the skull leaned down to your face.”If Marc is truly gone, I'm in need of an avatar. Would you, Yn L/n protect the travelers of the night-”
“Are you kidding me?’ you said in shock. “You turned Marc's life into a waking nightmare. Why would I ever sign up for that?”
“Because you won't win against Harrow and Ammit alone.”
“I'll take my chances.” you glared.
“Marc was in crisis over you, his lack of focus got him killed and you need a plan. Now what I can offer-”
“Listen you stupid bird,” you said. “I don't care what you can offer, if Marc didn't trust you, then I don't trust you! Now we’ll work together without me becoming your slave.”
“We must rebind ammit, and only an avatar can do it.”
Khonsu made an angry huff before he vanished in front of you, and you stood there for a moment, chewing on your lip on what to do next when that feeling of anxiety washed over you, this time felt different compared to what had happened in the tomb, this time you felt something in your chest, as if a string was attached there and someone was pulling on it, a second pull made you stumble forward. You let out a confused yelp as your body seemed to move on its own walking back to the ushabtis. You were lost as you stared at one in particular. Picking it up and holding it in your hands as you stared at it, you felt that gut feeling again. You knew becoming an avatar was a dangerous game, you didn't want to end up in a situation like Marc was in. but Khonshu said in order to rebind Ammit a avatar was needed.
You thought about Marc's corpse, and if you were stronger you could've been able to stop Harrow from killing him and just stopping his plan in general.
‘What would you do Y/n L/n? Probably stay on the sideline like always.” Harrow's voice echoed and you shook your head.
“Not this time.” you said, and with determination you smashed the ushabti on the ground. A bright light immediately filled the room making you close your eyes, the heat from the light making you warm.
You slowly opened your eyes and looked at the goddess in front of you, bowing slightly as you started in awe.
“Hello little one.” a voice purred, Sekhmet towered over you, her body strong and muscular with dark golden skin taut around her muscle, but her body womanly and beautiful. Her sharp eyes stared at you as her lion ears twitched. “I was not expecting to feel this much anger and need for revenge from a human.”
“A man is trying to release Ammit from her confindes, he's managed to avoid the power from the ennead and if his plan works he's going to kill millions.” you explained, Sekhmet frowned.
“That's not good,” she admitted. “What else has he done? I can feel the grief in you.”
You paused for a second and felt your eyes water.
“He killed my lover, an avatar of Khonshu who was trying to stop him with me.” you let out a deep breath. “I'm sorry,” you said, wiping your eyes. “I don't mean to show weakness-”
“What lies behind anger is grief that demands to be understood,” Sekhmet said firmly. “You cannot have one without the other.”
“I want him dead, let me be your avatar and I promise you I will make sure I will defeat every enemy in my sight.” you pledge. “Help me stop Ammit, please.”
Sekhmet stared at your for a moment, her amber eyes looking over you as she hummed in thought.
“Okay little one, I'll allow it.”
“Thank you.” you said, almost in disbelief that she even agreed.
“I must warn you, if you delve too far into your anger I can't prevent anything you might regret.”
“I don't have anything else to lose at this point.”
You heard a groan behind you, turning around to see Osiris dragging himself on the floor. You ran over and picked him, grunting with effort you lifted him to his feet so he could lean against the wall.
“Hey! Hey, hey. How do we stop Ammit?”you asked, your grip on his dressed shirt tights he wheezed in pain.
“This chamber is our most powerful place, from here we need to imprison Ammit in a mortal form.”
“A body instead of a statue,” you said, that could work. “She'd be vulnerable.”
“Okay, how do we do it then?” you asked, looking in his half lidded brown eyes, that were starting to close.
“We need more avatars than we have left.” he slurred out, his body falling to floor you went down with him keeping your grip on him
“No, no, no '' you mumbled clusmilty putting your fingers on his pulse point nly to find nothing. You stood up and whipped the sweat from your head with your sleeve.
“Sekhmet? Are you still there?” You whispered.
The familiar bright light appeared again but you didn't get a chance to cover them as you flinched, eyes immediately started to water and burn at the bright rays.
“Ow!” you bit out, but quickly covering your mouth as the sound of your shout, a loud crumbling sound echoed through the chamber as the ground began to tremble. You shriek when a large piece of rock crumbles down on you. You quickly stepped back when more crumbled down following your steps.
“Alright Sekhmet, let's do this now so I don't get crushed to death.”
“Do you swear to protect the innocent victims of war and to slay any enemy who may cause unrightful harm?”
The ceiling above started to crack and crumble, you swallowed nervously as you shook your head.
“Yes! Yes I do! Please just get us out of here!” you shouted, as soon as you did the rock above you came crashing down and your world went dark.
When you came to, you were standing still with rocks surrounding you around a clear path as if someone dug rocks out to allow you to walk through. You let out the breath you were holding in relief, you patted yourself down, but stopped at the unfamiliar material that didn't feel like your cotton shirt anymore. You slowly looked down and saw yourself.
“Holy shit.” you gasped looking down at your new armor
Your hair was down and flowing past your shoulders, you could feel the cold press of metal around your forehead in the form of a circlet and a collar like a band of gold around your neck. your arms were covered in dark leather, with bands of gold armor overlaying the top of it. The same material covered your legs, embroidered designs of gold and red decorating your thighs reaching until your shoes. Your chest protected with metal that was formed perfectly around you as the fabric around your waist fell around you and flared out almost like a peplum shirt, a khopesh strapped to your side and a cape that dusted the back of your ankles.
You felt different, to say the least. You could feel bruises and small cuts from the last few days began to heal, You felt energized and powerful.
But also angry, no that word doesn't describe it enough.
You heard screaming and saw the glow of purple before you even saw Arthur Harrow, being an avatar of a god who was part lion allowed you to run and climb at new speeds. Your new strength made accidentally dent a few car hoods. You climbed on the roof and looked down. There stood Arthur Harrow, his arm raised with his newly transformed staff that now had an ax-like shape glowed purple as he held it above a white figure that you quickly realized was Marc's suit. You saw Harrow move to swing down and you jumped down from the building, sprinting over as you grabbed the Khopesh sword from your side.
You slid on your knees landing in front of Marc right before Harrow could strike, the curve of the blade catching the staff as you twisted, making Harrow move just right for you punch him in the gut using all the strength you had.
He flew backward as you stood up, Harrow stood up and shot his staff at you. You quickly raised your cape and reflected it back at him, making him shout in pain as he flew backwards into the street. You went to follow him but froze when you heard Marc's voice.
“Y/n?” he called out and you turned, his mask was gone and you saw his face.
“Marc?” you said, almost in disbelief. You hoped this wasn't some sick game your head was playing on you.
“Oh, baby.” he sighed. quickly pulling into his arms, his hand cradling the back of your head. He squeezes you tightly before he pulls away, his hand cradling your cheek. “Thank God you're okay.”
“How are you here right now?” you asked, too shocked to register what was happening as Steven fronted.
“Wow, you look amazing! What are you wearing?” Steven asked, amazed.
You blinked the blurriness from your eyes as you laughed.
“Turns out Sekhmet has a good sense of style.”
Steven looked at you in confusion before it clicked.
You checked behind you and saw Harrow stand up and walk toward you with his follows, you and him making direct contact. You glared at him.
“You're about to find out.” you said slowly, removing yourself from Steven's grip before you started to run. You could hear Steven deal with the other men as you charged towards Harrow. You yelled as you slashed your blade diagonally only for the hit to be blocked.
“Y/N, nice to see you to be on the front lines for once.” Arthur said, holding back your blade with the staff. You growled as you pushed back, your feeling of hate growing stronger each second. You knew it was mostly because of Sekhmet, but you couldn't find yourself caring about the fact. It didn't matter if Marc was back, he killed Marc and that was enough for you.
“Oh man,” you laughed darkly. “You're going to regret saying that here in a bit.” you grabbed his wrist and swung him to the left. He smacked his head in the wall as you pinned him there reaching around to pry the staff from his grip. You managed to get three fingers away before he threw back his arm, his elbow smacking you in the nose. The immediate gush of blood dripped down as you stumbled back. He stared at you as you licked the blood from your lip and went back towards him again. This time doing a wall run off a building and jumping down, Harrow raised the staff up to block but you smirked at the predictable move as you grabbed it, and threw your arms back causing him to flip over you. He landed on his back, you raised your foot and popped your heel down on his jaw. smiling at the ground in pain and you grabbed your sword, using two hands you raised it above your head as you aimed it at his chest. Harrow used the chance to use the staff and shot you backwards.
“I got you!” Marc gruff voice called out as he used his body to be a wall so you didn't go crashing into a wall. You both slid back a few feet as Steven fronted and threw one of his batons at him but it was quickly reflected back but you caught it and threw it back. This time aiming low at his knees. The metal cracked into one of his kneecaps causing him to fall to the ground. You and Marc ran forward, you punched two men in the throats while Marc used his crescent dart to knock them down.
You and Marc moved fluidly with each other, each attack never compromising the others. Using each other to advance forward. As Marc bent down to doge you rolled over his back to slash your sword down on Harrow but he once again doged and you groaned in annoyance. It had gone on like that for a while longer it seemed no matter what the two of you did he would have the perfect counter attack. Eventually he got tired of that game before slamming the staff into the ground, purple cracks emitted before it exploded making Marc fly back into a car and into a concrete wall knocking the wind out of you.
“What's with you and your goons slamming me into walls huh?” you wheezed out as Harrow sauntered over to you, his hand going for your neck. Before he could get to you Steven tackled him into a building, disorienting Harrow and allowing Steven to get a few hits in. He paused to clean off his jacket before hooking his leg around Harrows to knock him down but he threw Steven through the wall.
You sneaked up behind him, your arm locking around Harrow's neck and holding him place before Marc used a grapple hook to launch himself forward punching Harrow. Marc slowly stood up, and when Harrow flung back his staff to hit Marc you grabbed it and slammed it into a wall pinning him there. Marc swung his fist back and punche dhim in the jaw as Harrow's head smacked the stone. You and Marc both went in with crescent darts and sword and slammed down, to collision making a spark as Harrow moved out of the way.
The two of you gripping on to the staff as you pushed Harrow back, you noticed the crocodile head pointing at a van as men and women crawled into it for safety. You and Harrow looked at each other for a moment.
“Don't you dare!” you shouted as a shot of purple hit the van, you made a run for it when you saw a little girl hiding behind the van right as it began to tip over. Quickly picking her up and using your free arm to stop the van from ramming into you.
“Y/n?” said the girl in your arms and you looked at her in shock.
“Akilah?” you gaped, at the little girl from the train station in your arms. “Where's your dad, sweetheart?” the little girl pointed at the van. You put her down for a moment and ripped the door to the van off. People clammored off until you saw her dad climb out. You picked her up and passed her over to him. He looked at you in shock.
“You're the woman-” he said but you cut him off.
“Yup that's me, you need to get out of here, now.” you demanded before you ran around the car and saw more of Harrow men. You reached and grabbed Khopesh and threw it into a man's chest as you grabbed his gun and quickly shot another man. You saw Marc get thrown to the ground and Harrow hurled his staff at him, Marc crossed his arms and bounced the attack away from him.
“Had Ammit been allowed to rule. Y/ns life would've been free of the hurt you caused her and young Randalls life would've been saved, your family would have been happy! She needs only to remove one weed from the garden…you!” Marc pulled out a crescent dart and went to throw it but the magic wrapped around his wrist and manipulated it to have Marc attempt to stab himself.
The dart then flew out of his hand and came at you, you quickly dodged it as it wedged itself into the car behind you. You quickly ran to him and grabbed Harrow's hand and crushed it, you could feel the bones in it shattered under your new strength.
“You shouldve never held the gun you shot Marc with in his hands.” you snarled, putting more pressure until his west snapped too. You had hoped he would be in enough pain to let go but he yelled in pain and used the power in the staff to smack you back towards the car.
You groaned in pain as you watched Harrow walk up to Marc, slamming the staff into his chest. Marc screaming in pain as he looked up at you from the ground, you went to move only to find a large piece of shrapnel bruised into you leg, making you unable to move.
You were about to scream out but you saw Marc's eyes flutter shut before they snapped open again, a sick grin on his face as he stood up ignoring the pain from Ammit staff as he walked up to Harrow. Before he grabbed his throat and threw him to the ground.
You've seen Marc fight, but this was different; he had no hint of remorse or mercy as he relentlessly pounded his boot down onto Harrow's face. His blood tainted the whiteness of Marc's suit until he passed out. Marc then bent down to grab the staff, as he aimed the ax part of the head before swinging down.
“Marc dont!” you shouted and right before the blade collided with he froze, and blinked before he threw down the staff as he stood up.
“That wasn't you, was it Steven.” Marc asked and Steven quickly fronted.
Marc fronted again and you looked at your leg and the metal shoved in it. You figured Sekhmet's armor would heal you fast enough to make sure you didn't pass out. You took a deep breath and ripped it out of your thigh.
“Ow! Jesus christ!” you groaned in pain, letting the metal clatter to the ground. Marc quickly looked over at you and ran over.
“Hey, hey sweetheart.” Marc said, his hand coming up to apply pressure to your wound as it began to heal. You rested your head back against the car as you stared at him. A brief break from an ungodly amount of adrenaline allowed you to fully realize Marc Spector, the love of your life, and the man you saw get shot in the chest at point blank range, was alive and breathing.
“Marc?” your voice trembled, and he looked up at you and his face softened. He reached up and held your cheek. “Please tell me i'm not staring at a really solid feeling ghost right now.”
“You're not staring at a ghost right now, Y/n. i'm here and i'm so sorry-” he grunted as you yanked him forward, his large body almost slumped over yours and you hugged him tight. Your face shoved in your chest, Marc kissed the crown of your head.
“What the hell were you thinking about becoming an avatar?” he scolded, “Steven keeps saying you picked one of the most ruthless goddess of all do you know how dangerous that could've been.”
“Marc I thought you were dead and I wanted to kill Harrow, the last thing on my mind was my own personal safety.” you said looking up. “I was going to kill myself if I had to, plus Sekhmet isn't that bad.”
Marc leaned forward and kissed softly and you accepted it eagerly, only giving yourself a few moments before you pulled away.
“Come on, grab Harrow and let's go. I know how to stop Ammit.” you said as Marc helped you stand. Only feeling slight pain as you walked, you bent down and picked up your sword as Marc lifted Harrow over his shoulder.
You watched Marc drop Harrow onto a slab of rock, as you looked around the room. Ammit and Khonshus battle had destroyed the room even more, leaving nothing but rubble everywhere. You sighed and looked at Marc as he walked up to you.
“Osiris told me the power of this room will help us rebind Ammit to Harrow's body,” you held out your hand. “Come grab my hand so we can start the spell.” Marc moved over and grabbed your hand as you both started to chant the ancient words, a trail of purple came from Marc's arm and moved its way to each state of the gods incricling Harow in the center. You continue to chant until Ammits body goes into Harrows.
“You can never contain me,” A voice that was both Harrows and Ammits at the same time spoke. “I'll never stop.” after that Harrow stopped talking, his eyes left wide open staring up at the ceiling.
Marc grunted as Khonshu appeared and the two of you stared up at him.
“Finish it,” he demanded “and leave neither one of them alive.”
Marcs brows furrowed before he climbed up on top of the rock, summoning a crescent dart and dragging Harrows body up by the collar.
“While he lives, so too does she.”
Marc swallowed deeply and shook his head.
“I have to do this, if not, i'll never be free.” he breathed heavily before he went to strike.
“Marc!” you called out. He looked over at you.
“You always have a choice, you are free.” you said softly.
“Don't be surprised when Ammit finds her way out again.” Sekhmet said. Khonshu turned to you.
“The choice is vengeance! We cannot take the chance that Ammit finds a way out. You are the avatar of Sekhmet. How do you not agree?” Khonshu questioned.
“Believe me,” you said. “It's taking every cell of my body to ignore Sekhmet's voice in my head and to not climb up there and kill him myself. But you have no right to take Marc's choice away.”
“She will kill again!” Khonshu yelled and Marc looked at the god.
“Now you sound just like her,” Marc dropped Harrow's body and threw the dart into a rock. “You want them dead? Do it yourself.” Marc said. “Now release us.”
Khonshu was silent for a moment.
“As you wish.” Was all he said before he disappeared.
The suit on Marc began to glow as he took in a sharp breath, his eyes glowing before they fell shut and he began to tilt backwards. You braced yourself for the impact as Marc fell into you. You slowly lowered him on the ground, putting his head in your lap. You were sure he would wake up in a bit so you just took the time to lay on the ground.
“You seem content.” Sekhmet said, her voice loud in your head.
“I am,” you admitted. “Thank you, truly. I wouldn't have been able to do this without you.
“Do you wish to be released from your duties as my avatar?”
“Although I will miss the cool outfit, I don't think I'd be much use in London.” you smirked. “But if I ever need your help again at least I can call out to you, right?”
“Oh,” you frowned. “Yeah okay I understand.”
“Maybe if you really need my help.” She reluctantly admitted. “I do like being able to interact in the realm.” you smiled at her words.
“Sounds like a deal to me,” you chriped. “Laters Gators.”
You felt your body grow tense before the world around you went dark.
“Y/n? Come on baby, wake up.” you heard a voice above you, you slowly opened your eyes and blinked the sleep away to find Marc above you. Worry drenched all over his face as he held you in his lap now. He was back in his normal clothes, that were buttlethole ridden and covered in dirt. You hummed sleply as you finally focused on him.
“Hey,” you grumbled, sleep heavy on your voice as you sat up a little more in his lap, your head moving to rest on his shoulder. Your cheek mushed up against the muscle.
“Hey,” Marc echod smiling softly at you. “You okay?”
You nodded against his shoulder and looked up at him.
“Yeah, I'm fine. What about you and Steven?”
“We're okay, better now that you're not slumped on the ground. That was just amazing to see when I woke up.” you laughed against his shoulder and sat up. And rested your hand in the crook of his neck and smiled at him.
“Did I look amazing? Wait, don't tell me- I know I did.” you said wiggling your brows. Marc rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“How about I avoid that question and we go home?”
You leaned forward and pecked his lips.
