MoonKnight One Shots/Preferences

Favor [Part Two]

I nodded, which gave him the signal to finally lift me, which had me silently scream into his shoulder. Although he was being tender and more than careful, I could feel his hands on my broken and bruised skin, aggravating the injuries to where I was trembling in shock.

Marc swiftly climbed the stairs, and at hearing the cries into his shoulder, almost faltered and stopped completely. He knew that if he stopped, it would only cause my more discomfort, so he hurriedly traversed the rest of the stairwell.

We finally reached the door, and Marc opened it, not caring that the metallic door would definitely draw unwanted attention to ourselves. "Almost there, sweet girl, hold on." He whispered engaging his mask to be replaced, now running towards the front of the museum.

"Hey!" A voice shouted, obviously catching onto the fact that Marc was hurdling towards the entrance, and I was in tow. Footsteps began to follow after us and I held onto Marc even tighter, trying to ignore the unrelenting agony that the action caused.

He hurriedly jumped over the gift shop counter and nestled me into the corner, detaching me from his neck. "Here, Steven says that you'll be safe here." He whispered, listening for the second pair of footsteps he was expecting.

Steven suddenly fronted and his arms searched the shelves until he found what he was after. "Aha!" He retracted his hand and revealed a pack of jellybeans. "Love," He stated, forcing open the package, "I'm sure you're starving, and I've got dinner for you at home, but eat some of these, yeah? You'll get some energy back." He carefully placed them onto my lap. "Don't leave from behind here, you understand?"

I nodded in agreement and watched as he jumped back over the countertop rapidly, apparently disappearing.

[Third Person Perspective]

Marc fronted, now seeing the only other two people in the museum. It didn't make sense to him that only two were there, and how they had managed to subdue the entire building. But that didn't matter. His only priority was getting (Y/N) home safely.

"Who the hell are you?!" One of the men shouted, now only 10 feet from Marc's defensive position next to the counter of the gift shop. The other man caught up, aiming his weapon at Marc who wasn't phased in the slightest.

Marc removed two crescent discs from his chest. "That woman you kidnapped and tortured? That's our wife." He lowly growled, "And you put your fucking hands on her."

The men looked at each other in fear and confusion, not understanding what the "our" portion particularly meant in that context. Before they realized what was happening, Marc had charged the closest one, running the pointed end of the crescent across his abdomen, before harshly ramming his hand against a rib hard enough to shatter it.

The man shouted in agony while Marc kicked the side of the man's leg, forcing him to the ground in immediate pain.

Steven fronted, sensing at attack from behind and using the metallic rods in his hands, slammed one into the face of the other attacker, similar as the man had done to (Y/N).

Marc and Steven continued to replicate her injuries, also aware that they didn't know the extent of the damage done to her.

So they continued to injure them as they pleased.

Marc. Steven.

Marc immediately halted and turned towards Khonshu, still gripped the collar of the man that he was just obliterating with his fist. He was breathing heavily and his suit was stained with blood that wasn't his.

Take her home. Leave these men to me.

Khonshu commanded, slamming the crescent staff onto the ground. He watched as Marc eyed the men who were writhing and crying at his feet. With shaking breaths, he released the collar, letting the man's body thud to the floor, and nodded at Khonshu, knowing that he had a hidden soft spot for (Y/N) and would definitely enjoy the time spent with the wicked men at his feet.

[First Person Perspective]

My head rested on the backside of the lower portion of the gift shop counter. Horrendous sounds echoed through the museum and screams and grunts followed recurring hits with what I could only assume to be weapons of some sort.

Marc slid over the top of the counter and landed at my feet, immediately reaching for me. "Alright baby, let's go, come on." He tried to comfort, leaning closer and retracting his mask.

"D-did you get them?" I asked, my hands trembling as I reached for his larger ones. Never had I asked him to kill a spider or insect in our apartment, because I knew that I could handle those creatures.

But I also thought I could handle an even more pervasive species: humans.

He nodded and glanced over the top of the counter. "Yeah, Steven and I got 'em, sweetheart. Khonshu's gonna finish what we started, come on." I eagerly reached for his neck and wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly, despite the agonizing pain.

"Please take me home, Marc." I begged, feeling him stand and cradle me again. He began to hurriedly sprint from the museum, now rapidly running towards the corridor. My head rested on his shoulder, feeling jostled and even more exhausted as he began to exit the building.

My head slightly raised in confusion as I looked back into the corridor behind us.

I don't remember there being new displays on the ceiling.