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The howling winter winds rush past him, the roaring of the engine on the racer motorcycle mixed with i; narrowed glowing white eyes as races through the snow covered roads.
Christmas Day, you have been missing since the day before Christmas Eve. Moon Knight has been running on no sleep as he kept searching for you. It was this evening he got a lead in the form of a small SD card chip in the mail. It had files of your music… And a video file.
A video of you in your handcrafted Moon Knight costume being beaten by Bushman and his men, you fought for as long as you could before they overwhelmed you. The sick fuck taking pleasure in beating you with a crowbar. Over and over and over until your silver costume is covered in red.
Marc told you not to go on your own missions! Steven had hoped you would call him before you did anything brash! And Jake, he only blames himself for pushing you this far.
The building he tracked your phone to likely where Bushman called him from.
Damn this motorcycle! He needs to go faster, get to you faster! He has to bob and weave, the snow and ice on the ground slowing him down. Driving as fast as he can, he jumps off the bike allowing him to glide in the air letting the harsh wind carry him the rest of the way forward up to the building. A grappling used once close enough to go to the roof.
Jake shouldn't have let you go after your argument! He foolishly believed he snuffed out your misguided desire to help him, to be like Moon Knight.
It was spring when you met each other. Rather Steven met you on the bus when he accidentally fell asleep on your shoulder.
"Nah, man, you're fine!" Bright and smiley, American accent, "You looked like you needed it. Hope you didn't miss your stop though." You talk while stretching in your, what looks like a notepad. "Oh here, thanks for being my muse for the ride."
Still half awake he takes the piece of paper you give him before getting up.
"This my stop, uh, cheers!"
Nice kid, the art you gave him was amazing. A picture of him sleeping.
Steven didn't think he would see you again and if he did it would probably be on the bus.
"Yo! Hi, you're the sleepy bus guy, right?" You met at the library he got a job at. "I'm (Name)!"
Turns out you are an international student from America going for your art degree. Your father lives here and you figure to go to college abroad.
"Imagine wearing white in the dark." Apparently you are History major (that's it no elaboration) and you love drawing. "Moon Knight? Seriously sounds like a Sailor Moon character… His name was Moonlight Knight, pft." Big fan and a critic.
Steven is trapped in the storm called you each afternoon on a Wednesday, you said Wednesdays is your day off. He would be at lunch eating and you slide next to explaining how you are going to fist fight your art history professor. Or, showing him from sketches you got done while on the bus here. You are harmless and he found himself enjoying the company.
"So you're saying you can teach me Hieroglyphics, Mr. Grant?"
Then things shifted. You asked if he could teach you everything he knows about egyptology. Steven didn't mind, you always nudged him to be open about his interests.
As time went on, as you asked more questions, Steven found out far too late why you were suddenly interested in Egyptology.
Specifically about a man in white.
"Moonlight!" He calls out from the darkness.
Moon Knight made it to the storage facility where he found your phone dead on the entrance. He slipped in through the roof. "Come on," The place is empty of anyone, full of crates, and cold. "Please be alive." He stopped praying a long time ago during his mercenary days, but right now he is begging you to be alive.
Something falls over in the background.
Logic is completely out the window as he is quick to head towards the sound. He is the only thing standing out in the darkness.
"Moonlight…" Marc moves his gloved hands to touch your swollen, bloody, half masked face, "I'm going to get you out of here." It is going to be painful for you to move and Marc fears reopening any barely closed wounds.
A struggling weze comes from you, "B-bomb."
Right because it would be too easy and leaving a loose end if Bushman let Moon Knight get his partner back.
"Save… Self."
Because so long as Moon Knight is around, vengeance can be delivered. That is how you view the vigilante who inspired you to become something bigger than yourself.
No one likes a copycat, the saying goes. You felt differently. If a person copies a cat, copy the right cat. The momo you follow as you started being Moon Knight . No matter how much research you did on this mysterious person (if they even are a person), you couldn't get your costume to be accurate to the one witnesses reported seeing.
You got a cape and cowl. It sparkles…
You found an outfit. Silver bodysuit with black leotards. It is not as hopeful as it sounds…
You got shoes! Okay, so you found out heels suck in a fight and jumping from rooftops. Sneakers are great and you got black ones.
Weapons are fairly easy to get when you steal them from the thugs you beat the hell out of. Yay to that.
Mask is big oof but you are sticking to black with cut out eye slits. Use make up around your eyes, real edgy.
Now… To find the crime. The tricky part about fighting crime is sometimes there are too many places to be at once. So you have to be smart about where you hit and you have to leave a message.
Graffiti a giant moon crescent was not your best idea but hey! Your involvement was on the news… Which would be good if wasn't for the fact your outfit looks so not great on phone camera shown on the news.
"That's embarrassing."
"What was that?" Steven calls from the kitchen.
"Oh, uh, nothing." Watching news on the small television. Committing to memory the thugs who will be jailed, if they aren't important enough. Gang stuff and all that. You feel like rooke as you enter this line of work, you know you are.
"Need a better suit." Leaning against the couch stretching your body out.
"Yeah, it's a bit on the daft side." Coming over wiping his hands with a kitchen towel.
Your brain almost thought of Daft Punk, "Yeah, maybe."
"Maybe they were coming from a costume party and got stuck on the wrong side of London."
Totally yup on the wrong side by mistake and not on purpose. "At least they broke someone's nose!"
"Maybe." Steven doesn't sound impressed.
The trail of blood on the snow leads down the path Moon Knight swiftly took with you in his arms. The building has blown up which would have not only killed you both. You often say "magic ain't shit if you got a gun or hands" as a joke when speaking about all superpowered people out in the world. All those powers yet instead of helping they add more problems.
Unless you're Spiderman. Completely biased to the guy.
His cape is wrapped around you as he places you against a tree. The explosion and building collapsing on top of him has exhausted whatever strength he had left. Khonshu's power could only do so much.
"Idiot." You struggle to speak knowing you have to stay awake.
"I'm an idiot!?" Marc yells with clear unfiltered hurt, the sort of hurt you didn't he would feel towards you. "Running off on your own to get Bushman when I ordered you not to go after him." The rant is about to start and he doesn't hold back anything. Not the burning hot tears or the panic when you start to daze off. "Stay awake, we aren't finished yet, (Name)." Desperate as he taps the slightly least damaged part of your face.
"Heh… You…" Coughing blood, "I hate Moonlight. Sounds gimmicky." Trying to lighten the mood.
"(Name)."
"Let me Moon Knight but ha ha cooler."
Marc's lips form a smile as best as he can.
You reach out touching his cheek, smearing blood on his cheek.
"(Name)! (NAME)!"
In exchange for your life,
"Come on, come on!"
Do you swear to protect the travelers of the night,
"(Name), wake up, you gotta stay with me."
To embrace my will,
Marc's voice comes very distant.
To assist in delivering my vengeance. To keep them afraid of the night?
You whisper soundlessly mouthing a single word.
"Yes . "