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Moon Knight (giftshopist) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2022-04-14 21:30:00

Entry tags:

!closed, moon knight (mcu), ~aaron cross

Who? Aaron Cross, totally Steven Grant honestly
Where? A gym area near the University, wheel 3
When? Thursday night, almost midnight
What? Grumpy boys
Spoilers: If you haven't seen Moon Knight or if you know nothing about it, this kinda explains the whole deal. However, Steven is still coming from before the show starts, so there are no show-specific spoilers.

Every night, when Steven went to sleep, Marc took over. Khonshu explained what he needed explored or what he needed to find out, and Marc did his duty to the best of his abilities until it was time to return to the apartment and get a couple of hours of sleep. Tonight, it was to simply explore more of the station.

It had been easy to work out the route to the food court, since the walls of this place were metal and there were vague reflections everywhere. So he'd tagged along each time Steven went to the coffee shop to say hello to the Avenger woman (Wanda Maximoff, he knew that from before) or Captain America's friend (Barnes, he also knew that from before) or the Canadian lady that made the stew that always smelled amazing but that Steven would never touch (Lacey, he'd learned). Walking the route at night only cemented it in his memory, and most of his night-time adventures in this weird place Steven had brought them to started with a trip to either of the coffee shops where he made himself some food and drink. Khonshu had bitched at first, but even he had to admit that an Avatar that keeled over from hunger would be pretty fucking useless.

Soon enough, Marc was making mental maps of the bit of the wheel that Steven had referred to as the "University". He found the lecture theaters that their weird face-twin had mentioned on Sunday at "magic class" - Steven had written it down in his notebook, and Marc had read it that night - and then kept going. Soon enough, he found an area that seemed to have work-out rooms full of all kinds of weird equipment and a running track with a small park in the center of it and... was that the sound of someone beating the shit out of a punchbag? It sure as hell was. Marc walked close enough to locate the room, and then turned to leave the area again.

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inthecrossfire
2022-04-14 09:32 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't that being back here was bad. Aaron had been through a fuck of a lot worse when he thought back on it; the programme, fighting for their lives, getting kidnapped and having to make his own wife fall in love with him a few times over. The last one wasn't so bad - going through the honeymoon period three times had been fantastic. But this had always happened with him; he'd get kidnapped again, then get anxious at being a plaything for a non-corporeal demon god entity thing. The lack of control would twitch at Aaron. Marta could throw herself back into her work, her research, but what did he have to regain his own version of control?

His body was the only thing he had available to stop the panic clenching his stomach. This wasn't the worst place to be, no. But it also wasn't really his. Still no choices. All he got to choose was who to love, who to protect as much as he was able.

Tonight that meant beating the ever-loving-shit out of a punching bag in the gym.

Aaron strapped his wrists, flexing his arms to work out the kinks before striking the bag in rapid successive blows. Each slam of his fists hit with a sick thud and a twinge he barely felt. Marta's meds worked well, too well if he could barely get any rip-back from the bag resisting the punch, frustration biting instead of the panic.

Suddenly his brain switched on. He could hear someone close by, unfamiliar footsteps heavy and hesitant.

"You a fighter?" he called, nonchalant. "I don't bite unless I gotta."

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giftshopist
2022-04-14 09:53 pm UTC (link)

What the fuck? Marc hadn't been noisy in the slightest. He knew better, he'd been trained to be silent. Fucking hell, did this guy have super-hearing or something?

He should have kept going. Should have ignored the voice calling after him and kept exploring, but he'd just spent how many days trailing after Steven in the mirror, watching as he spoke to every single person he met, and Marc had to trail around at night talking to nobody. Even if he saw someone (like that Barnes guy - he'd read the network and the messages sent to Steven), he had to avoid them. And, really, fuck that. He wanted to meet people. Talk to them, get coffee and all that. Maybe not ask them what recipes they have for nut roast or anything like that, but, y'know. Company.

So he hesitated for a moment.

DO NOT TALK TO THE MORTAL, MARC. YOU HAVE IMPORTANT WORK TO DO.

The god's voice echoed down the corridor, but Marc had already turned to go back and see who owned the voice. The lights flickered behind him in annoyance as he did so, but he didn't look back.

When he reached the room, he stopped in the doorway, arms folded in front of him as he leaned against the frame and looked at the guy in front of him. "You looking to hit something that'll hit back?" he asked, his Chicago accent completely different to Steven's weirdly precise London one.

	giftshopist 2022-04-15 09:39 am UTC (link)
	DO NOT TELL HIM YOUR NAME, MARC echoed down the corridor, but Marc just stepped into the room a little bit further. "Marc," he replied, "and how do you mean, Barton's more human than you? Are you enhanced or some shit?" Did everyone in this tin can have something going on? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)