hi I desperately need someone to make an edit or a fic of just that scene of marc’s hand please and thank you

Control

Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant

Summary:Y/N and Marc gets into an argument.

Warnings: ABSOLUTE FILTH! MINORS DNI!! oral (fem! receiving), unprotected sex (do better), dom/sub, begging

I apologise for whatever this is…yeah, enjoy ya filthy animals.

MASTERLIST

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“What the hell was that back there?”

“I’m not Steven, you do not control me or my actions Marc.”

Y/N threw her satchel onto the nearby table once they entered their room in the place they were staying. The sun was slowly disappearing from the Egyptian sky and all she wanted to do right now was take a shower to wash off the day’s sweat but unfortunately for her, Marc wasn’t about to drop their argument just yet.

“We’re not in London and out here you could get yourself killed, fuck- stop!” Marc angrily held onto her wrist, keeping her from walking off on him. With furry in his eyes, Marc towered over the woman that pushed his buttons repeatedly.

“Let go of me Marc.”

“No, you’re going to stand here and listen to what I have to say.”

“I’ve heard enough from you today that’ll last me a lifetime. I wanna speak to Steven.” 

“You could’ve gotten killed out there today, I told you to stay put.” 

Let me have the body Marc 

Y/N glared at the fuming man that’s still towering over her with a hard look on his face meanwhile Marc and Steven were going back and forth internally. Y/N merely quirked her eyebrow and he loosened his grip on her, rolling his eyes as she walked off.

Give me the body, she’s only going to keep this up unless you let me take over

“I seriously don’t know how the hell Steven puts up with you.” They both held each other’s gaze in the full body mirror and Steven continued to plead for him to let him out. Instead of retaliating, Marc grunted and gave his alter-ego the green light to take over the body they shared.

“Hello love.” Y/N’s stoic demeanour quickly faded at the sound of the British accent that belonged to Steven Grant. Removing her hair tie, she turned to face the sweetheart of the two egos with her signature smile plastered on her face.

“I never thought he’d let you out so easily.” She closed the distance between them both to wrap her arms around him in the tightest hug she could give him and Steven returned it. 

“It wasn’t easy, he’s pissed off.” Marc glared at Steven in his reflection in the mirror that faced them.

“Good, he’s a controlling, ignorant asshole that throws a hissyfit when things don’t go his way.” Steven winced as Marc shouted in his head at her remark. I’m an ignorant asshole?! Fuck this, give me control right now Steven!

“He was only looking out for your safety, love.” She scoffed and turned on her heels to get to the bathroom. Steven waited for the door to shut behind her before walking over to the mirror.

“Mate you might want to not shout in my head next time, yeah.”

“Give me the body now.”

“Absolutely not, you’re the reason she’s pissed and if I have to stay up all night for you to not get control I’ll do it.” Marc clenched his jaw staring back at Steven as he sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“I get that you were trying to keep her safe but she’s tougher than you think mate.” 

“I don’t give two rats ass, she could’ve gotten hurt or worse yet, killed. I get that she’s your only friend but I’m not going to let this shit fly.” Steven’s eyes started rolling to the back of his head and he struggled to get his words out.

“Don’t-” 

Marc reached for the bottle of whiskey and brought the bottle up to his lips; Steven was no longer in control of the body and she’s in for it when she gets out of the shower.

“What’s your brilliant plan idiot?” He ignored him and downed another mouthful of whiskey. He placed the half empty bottle back on the bedside table just in time as she walked out in an oversized white t-shirt. 

“Honestly though Steven, I don’t know how you do it.” She bent over to grab her bag off the floor, oblivious to the man’s changed behaviour and the fact that he was no longer seated on the bed but now standing behind her. She straightened up and gasped, not expecting him to be standing there.

“He doesn’t put up much of a fight unlike you.” Marc’s breath fanned against the shell of her ear sending shivers down her spine. 

“You’re quiet now? I thought you had a whole damn lot to say about me earlier.” Y/N turned to face the man that just couldn’t seem to leave her to cool off; both of them exchanging nasty looks.

“You are the most unbelievable, infuriating, insufferable, controlling prick-” Her words were cut short when Marc wrapped his large hand around her throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to restrict her breathing for a few seconds.

As much as she didn’t want to admit it, the way Marc had his hands on her and the fact that he made her feel so small, so submissive, had a pool of arousal forming in her clean underwear. Marc’s curls fell onto his forehead as he leaned in closer to her making him look even sexier than before. Y/N innocently batted her eyes at him as he guided her backwards until her back came into contact with the wall.

“Since you had so much to say about me, let me return the favour.”

“Screw you.” Marc tightened his grip and held it long enough until she wriggled to regain oxygen in her lungs. 

“You’re stubborn and think that you always know best. You’re quick to jump into danger without thinking things through, you’re temperamental-”

“You’re one to talk-”

“You’ve got a smart mouth that’s bound to get you into trouble and when it does, I want to be right there when it happens and Steven? He’s going to have no choice but to watch.” 

“Fuck off, Marc.” Y/N lashed his chest which only ended up with the front of her body being pressed against the wall with her wrists held behind her back. 

“Now why’d you think that was a good idea, sweetheart?”

“Marc-” His name fell from her lips in a pleading manner, the only problem was that she didn’t know if it was a plea for him to stop or for him to continue whatever the hell this was.

“You like this sweetheart? You like the way I have you pinned against the wall, don’t you?” Marc’s voice dropped an octave lower making her walls clenched tightly around nothing.

“In your dreams.” Marc brought his hand down on the flesh of her exposed ass, ripping an involuntary moan from her. He did it again and smirked as she gave him the same response, this time he messaged the area he spanked to soothe the sting.

“You’re so responsive to me.” Marc moved his hand around to the front of her, his fingers trailing the fabric of her underwear. Y/N opened her legs further apart for him to have better access to where she needed his touch the most. Marc lightly bit down on her ear as he rubbed her through her soaked panties. 

“Marc, please.” His teasing was driving her insane, she needed him and she needed him now but he wasn’t giving in so easy. 

“What do you want, sweetheart? Use your words.” Her mouth fell open following him shifting the thin material to the side to run his digits through her arousal.

“Shit.” Marc was enjoying this too much, his erection was dying to be released from the confines of the jeans he had on. Y/N bit down on her lip feeling him insert two of his fingers into her cunt while the pad of his thumb was pressed against her bundle of nerves.

“You’re dripping wet baby girl and I barely even touched you.” Y/N pushed back against him grinding on the tent in his pants. Marc released her wrists and she immediately undid his belt and jeans before slipping her hand into his boxers.

“Not so fast.” He smacked her hands away from his throbbing member and removed his other hand from between her legs. Marc turned her around and dropped to his knees; he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slid it down her legs, discarding it somewhere behind him.

“I wanna taste you.” Y/N leaned against the wall again for support as he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder before flattening his warm tongue against her nether region. Her hands latched onto the mass of curls that sat on top of his head, grinding down onto his face as she chased her release. Marc sucked and licked, lapping up her sweet juices like a man unable to quench his thirst.

“Don’t stop- shit.” Her climax was right around the corner, Marc could tell by the way she was desperately grinding down on him.

“No, Marc- fuck!” The smug bastard left her hanging, pushing himself to his feet with a wicked grin on his face.

“You want to cum, you’re going to have some apologising and begging to do.” He guided her over to the edge of the bed and pushed her onto her back. Y/N propped herself up on her elbows with a scowl on her face, watching as he kicked off his jeans and boxers, followed by his green button up and black t-shirt.

Her walls fluttered around air, watching as he stroked his erect cock; he had length and girth, she needed him to stretch her out in the best way possible. Marc watched on as she opened her legs for him to see her glistening cunt. He stepped over to her and slapped his cock against her swollen lips to get her talking.

“If you want me to fuck this pretty pussy of yours sweetheart you better start apologising.” Marc thrusted his hips against hers, coating his shaft in her slick arousal; his antics making her swallow her pride.

“I’m sorry Marc.”

“For?”

“I’m sorry for everything that I said now please, please fuck me.” 

“That wasn’t so hard.” Marc lined up with her entrance and slowly slid all the way in; both of them moaning in union at the feeling. Marc pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and caged her in using his body.

“You’re so tight.” Y/N pulled his face down to hers, crashing their lips together in a needy kiss. Marc pulled all the way out before thrusting back into her, setting a moderate pace as he pounded into her. 

If anyone had told her that on her third night in Egypt she’d be getting fucked by her friend’s alter ego, she would’ve said that they’re crazy but here she was with her legs spread apart and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Marc..” He kissed her again before standing upright; he spread her legs wider and tilted her hips upwards, this new angle gave him access to the spot that had her seeing stars. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed beautifully with the sound of her arousal coating his cock and their moans of pleasure. 

Marc’s hand found its place on her neck again, slightly choking her as he continued to bring her closer and closer to her climax. The coil in the pit of her stomach was wound up so tight, she was about to tip over the edge.

A pornographic moan escaped her as Marc rubbed the pad of his thumb against her clit in a back and forth motion. Her toes curled and her back arched off the bed beneath her, her knuckles white from the grip she had on the sheets.

“I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” 

With a cry of his name, her walls clamped down on him drawing a slew of profanities from his mouth. His hips came to a stuttering stop as he spilled his hot seed into her. Y/N pulled him back down to her for yet another kiss, however, this one was slower and intimate. Marc lazily rocked his hips, mixing their releases together as they both came down from cloud nine. He pulled out completely and she blissfully sighed feeling his release spill from her abused hole.

“You’re still a control freak, Spector.” 

“You’re still a brat, sweetheart.”

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I’m dying to write a Marc Spector/Steven Grant fic but I don’t wanna right complete shit

Shall we look at the moon, my little lune, why do you cry?

Cem and Marc from my one shot collection add up, act up

ain’t nothing but a heartache

felonies for sympathies

felonies for sympathies - add up, act up

Pairings: Marc Spector/Original Male Character, Steven Grant/Original Male Character, Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson

Warnings: non-descript depiction of violence, swearing

Words: 4585

A/n: why did I write this much. bouncing up and down like a rubber ball being thrown around by a hyperactive 4 year old. Which is essentially me. Help

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“You do know that what you’re doing here is illegal, right?”

Cem frowned. Many would say that facial expressions were readable, but truthfully, the cook felt rather illiterate at the moment.

Still, some kind of sense should be able to be made out of the mans drawn together eyebrows, observant eyes and pearly whites peaking out from the left corner.

“Not per se, no.”, he tried to argue as he adjusted his stance. “Looking you up on Twitter and finding your nephews account isn’t what I’d call illegal. Well, actually, it kinda is- would be- if I did it for like, you know, weird reasons.”

Another man entered the room. His expression was much more readable than the first guys’; Cem was very much fluent in One-Wrong-Move-And-I’ll-Whoop-Your-Ass, and he really hoped this wouldn’t end up in a scuffle.

Because he, without a doubt, would loose. Better clear this up quick then.

Raising his hands, he took a step backwards.

“Uhm, what I actually wanted to say; I need your help.”

Quick and spot-on, like ripping off a bandaid. Silence, sticky as the remnants of adhesive clinging to the skin, followed.

The men exchanged a look.

“Help? What kind of help? You know the Avengers aren’t your personal guard dogs to beat up sleazy landlords for you.”, Samuel Wilson finally spoke, crossing his arms. The man to his left, James Buchanan Barnes, chuckled.

“Exactly, that’s Jones’ job.”, he snickered, earning a shove.

Cem relaxed, if only slightly. At least they didn’t look as if they were about to beat his ass to a pulp anymore.

“Okay, okay.”, Barnes started again, feigning hurt as he rubbed at his vibranium shoulder. “You gotta use your words man. Help’s got a pretty broad definition, ya’ know? You gotta be more specific.”

Yeah, right. He did have a point with that. The cook shifted again, putting his weight from the right foot on the left.

“Yeah, um, maybe we could sit down for that? If you’re okay with it, of course. Because… it’s a damn long story.”

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Bucky nipped on his beer, the taste of alcohol on his tongue faint, but welcome. Sure, a Heineken was no match for his superhuman metabolism, though he couldn’t help but savour the miniscule amounts of ethanol in his system.

“Okay, so I think I got this part.”, he mused, setting down the bottle. “Your husband developed multiple alters whom you get along with or don’t, depends. And you want to get them professional help.”

The guy across from him, Cem, as he’d learned, shifted his head slighty to and fro, a frown written all over his features.

“Yeah, for the most part. We’re not sure how many alters there are yet, though.”

Now it was Sam’s turn to frown.

“That’s good and all…”, he spoke, taking a swig from his bottle aswell. “But how can we help you with that? I’m sure there’s a lot of qualified psychiatrists and therapists where you’re from, you wouldn’t really need the Avengers help to get a refferal.”

To their surprise the man in front of them flustered, a hand reaching up to rub at his neck awkwardly.

“Ah, well, how do I put this-”, Cem babbled, now nervously biting his lip and cramming around in his pockets. “Maybe it’s best I just show it to you. I can- I can trust you guys, right?”

See, if you’d have asked Sam to make a list of values most important to him, loyalty would be in the top three, no doubt. The guy would rather fight a murderous, mind-controlled supersoldier than break the trust placed into him, Bucky thought with fondness.

“If there’s someone you can trust, it’s this guy right here.”, the man proudly declared as he threw an arm over Sam’s shoulders. “You can trust me too, because if I’d break it, Sammy here would beat my ass.”

With growing satisfaction, Bucky noticed the tension in Cems body to fall, his chest rising with a deep breath.

“Okay, okay. Um, here- wait, it’s not turning full-screen… there!”

A phone was placed in front of them, the screen protector sporting a single, offensive crack from left to right. On the screen itself however, something else was going on.

A bathroom. Big, lots of mirrors and sinks. Then finally-

Screaming, banging, the sounds of stuff breaking. The door to the bathroom swung open and a man stumbled in, clutching at his arm and looking around with wild, panicked eyes.

“Who’s tha-”

“Shush!”

As if on cue, Steven animatedly started to talk to Marc, or rather, yelling at him. It took a moment for the two Avengers to realize this and that the man on screen was not, in fact, talking to himself.

Banging. Heavy banging. Debris flew towards the panicked man, but he didn’t seem to care much. His eyes were fixated on the mirrors, his reflexion, but Cem knew better.

Bucky cocked his head.

“Really don’t wanna know what’s behind this door if I’m being honest.”

Instead of shushing him, Sam seemed to be too invested in watching the screen and might’ve actually agreed with the other.

Then it happened, almost all too fast.

The walls flickering with ancient hieroglyphs, swallowing the offensive neon lights overhead; Steven going slack-jawed, his head tipping backwards with his eyes wide open; the door bursting from it’s hinges - something entirely made a claws and teeth and hatred launching itself at the man, tearing him to the ground with all but a single care about his wellbeing.

Cem flinched, looking at the horrified faces of the men in front of him. He had too, the first time Marc had shown him the recording. Which may or may not have resulted in a very tear-filled night and also several threats towards a certain someone.

An agonized howl ripped the cook from his thoughts, redirecting his attention to the jakal having been kicked off of the man in a fairly frightening display of strength.

He stood, eyes glowing with nothing but godly light and determination as bandages from beyond their plane of existence wrapped themselves around his body, covering every inch of skin that was to be seen.

Marc didn’t waste a second to grab hold of the jakals hind legs, dragging it back into the bathroom to deliver blow after blow, increasing in fatality.

A last, pained wheeze, then; finally. The jakals body went limp, even the last twitches of pain subsiding.

The recording cut off just as Marc looked at the camera, the bandages and armor and otherwordly glow dissapearing until he was just a Marc again.

Silence.

“I know this is a lot to take in, but -”

“That was the freakiest shit I’ve ever seen!”, Sam interrupted the turk, face one of pure exasperation. “And- I’ve met a wizard, dude!”

“You’ve met a wizard dude?”

“Well he’s- nevermind. But, can you like, explain to us what the hell that just was?”, Bucky chimed in aswell. His previously emptied bottle was swiftly replaced by a new one.

Cem reached for his first.

“Okay, um, you know how I told you how Marc has DID?”

Both men nodded, something along the lines of “Duh.” written all over their faces.

“Still doesn’t explains how he turned into Casper and beat the shit out of this giant ass dog.”, Sam challenged, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Oh dear.

“Ah…”, the cook fumbled with a bottle cab, tracing his thumb across the outer ridges. “Told you guys it was a long story. So, uh, Marc and I went to the Marines together. Was alright until he got discharged for his ‘history of mental illness’.”, Cem mocked, mimicking quotation marks with his fingers. “Anyway, we got married and joined CIA right after. Wasn’t really ours either so we ditched and he went to being a merc. That went well until-”

He stopped, blinking rapidly and licking his lips. He’d almost forgotten how much he hated talking about this part simply because of the horrid memories, but it couldn’t be avoided. Not if he genuinely wanted to get them the help they need.

Cem startled when a hand found his shoulder. He looked up to see Sam smiling at him, kind and carrying. Hmm. Bucky really seemed to have been truthfull when he’d proclaimed the others undying pledge to loyalty and kindness.

“Easy, dude, we got plenty of time. My sister and nephews will be here in ten, I’m sure she won’t mind us slackin’ a bit, okay?”, the Captain assured Cem as he squeezed his shoulder lightly.

Given how nice Sam was (and what he’d seen on his nephews Twitter), his sister surely would be as nice of a person as he’d envisioned.

A warm breeze caught them, tiny droplets of water sprinkling their faces like freckles. Cem had been too caught up in trying not to invoke the Avengers’ fury upon himself and his loves, that he’d completely missed to admire his surroundings.

The dock was hardy. Well loved too. Every blemish the cook had spotted had been taken care of; a slightly lighter colored plank, glistening nails and freshly painted handrails. People were out and about. Repairing the smaller boats, no bothering with the big one that had PAUL & DARLENE written on the side. A bunch of elderly men loudly arguing about the repair of a truck one of them had recently purchased. Children chasing after each other, their feet trampling over the weathered plank and almost crashing into a woman carrying a fairly delicious smelling pot.

As if on cue, Cems stomach rumbled.

The woman approached them, enamel pot now expertly balanced on her hip as she lifted her finger to her lips, daring the cook to say something.

Creeping closer and closer -

“Hey, where’s your husband if you don’t mind me- GOD DAMNIT! Sarah!”

Sam jumped in his seat upon being grabbed by the neck like a misbehaving kitten, his shoulders scrunching up in an instant. Both Bucky and the woman burst out laughing, the later letting him out of her grip only to ruffle over his buzzcut.

Must be his sister, then.

“Hi!” Cem stood, maybe a little too fast, laying his hand over his heart and then extending it towards her, a most welcoming smile exposing his teeth. “I’m Cem, nice to meet you!”

She took his hand, an equally as warm smile on her face.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Sarah, Sam’s sister. Did he try to invite you to the cookout already?”

Bucky snickered, obviously used to these kinds of conversation.

“Ah, not really.”, the cook confessed, scratching at his chin. “Just needed some help and I figured they could help me.”

He shrugged. Somehow this whole ordeal was starting to feel weird. Sure, he’d been really desperate (still was) when he’d sought them out for help, but that didn’t justify borderline stalking them on social media and showing up at their home uninvited.

The three exchanged a look, obviously aware of Cem’s inner turmoil. Given how none of the boys said anything, Sarah had to take matters into her own hands.

“Hey.”, she offered, putting a hand on the cooks shoulder. “Listen, how about you actually come to the cookout as I said? Everything’s better with food and I’m sure we’ll find a solution for your problem. 'kay?”

To put it mildly, Cem was stunned.

“I- yeah, yeah, that sounds… that sounds nice… uhm, can I by any chance bring someone? We can bring food aswell!”

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Marc hummed in approval as he finished licking the spoon his husband had just handed him clean, putting it in the hotel room sink next to the other used utensils.

So far, he had yet to discover a flaw in being married to a Michelin star chef.

Except for not being allowed to eat the curry because it was for a cookout, that was.

“You know I’m gonna be really mad if I don’t get to eat half of that later, right?”

Cem chuckled as he walked over to the mercenary and pressed a kiss to his cheek, his arm sneaking around his waist.

“Don’t you dare make a scene, you know damn well I could cook this for you anytime.”, he scolded playfully. “There’s also two Avengers there and I’m really not trying to get on their bad side.”

Marc huffed, turning in his husband’s hold to be able to look at him properly.

“I would never.”, he feigned innocence, though it was clearly betrayed by the sly smile on his face.

Cem rolled his eyes. He knew Marc was just messing with him, but he wasn’t going to be mad about it either. Instead he leaned forward, capturing his husbands lips in a tender kiss. The mercenary positively melted, his hand coming up to run his fingers through the short hair on the back of his head.

“Do we really have to go?”, Marc complained against his husbands lips, earning a mix between a groan and a chuckle. “We put on a movie, make it all nice and cozy, share that delicious kosher thai-curry you made…”

Dammit, why did he have to be so convincing? No, he had to be strong. Never show weakness.

“You know we can’t do that love.”, Cem shut the other down, as much as it pained him to do so. “Also, they seemed like genuinely nice people. I’m sure they can help.”

Marc nodded, but seemed… inattentive. His focus straying somewhere else. Following his line of view, Cem found his husband looking at the reflective surface of the hotel room dinner table; either not paying attention or speaking to one of the others.

Where they about to switch?

The cook carefully entangled himself from their embrace, putting a respectable distance in between them in case he’d be met with an alter he wasn’t… well, in a relationship with. Still, a hand on his upper arm remained to show Marc that he was still there, that he wasn’t leaving.

His lashes started fluttering; a telltale sign that someone different was about to front. A small twitch of his cheek, his breathing slowing.

Cem waited patiently as the other stood still. It had been some time since someone other than Marc had fronted, not since they’d left their appartement to catch their flight to Louisiana.

Their more or less spontaneous vacation had been booked immediately after Nazan, Cems sister, had excitedly called them to tell them that she was pregnant again.

See, you might’ve noticed already, but in this household the cook was the one with the best and most spontaneous ideas. This included booking a flight four days earlier than needed and not, as some might deem responsible adult behavior, to New York where Nazan and her husband had recently moved to, but instead to Louisiana.

To… pay some Avengers a surprise visit and ask for mental health care professional recommendations.

You know, like everyone would.

Cem looked back up and noticed that the others irises had dissapeared almost completely, his lashes still fluttering, if only lightly.

He blinked. Again. And again.

Finally, dark brown looked up, meeting Cem’s. A smile spread over his face, and the cook immediately recognized that expression.

“Well hello there…”, he greeted Steven, the corners of his mouth lifting aswell. The gift-shopist wasted no time to wrap Cem in his arms in a rather unusual display of impetuousity, burrying his face in the crook of his neck. Startled, but not negatively so, the taller reciprocrated, burying his face in the crook of Steven’s neck aswell.

“You alright?”, Cem whispered. The man nodded against the fabric of his shirt, drawing a deep breath.

A comfortable silence blanketed the two, the only sounds coming from the cook rubbing soothing circles into Steven’s back.

“We should start getting ready.”, he explained. “I told them we’d be there around five. That okay for you?”

Again, a nod.

“Yeah, yeah… Marc said they were nice?”, Steven asked, untangling himself from their embrace while fumbling with the fabric of the taller mans shirt.

Now it was Cems turn to nod in confirmation.

“Well, they were a bit intimidating at first, but they seem pretty okay. They’ve got those murderous looks down though, especially Barnes.”

Steven chuckled.

Yeah, maybe this wasn’t gonna be that bad.

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“You think this was a good idea?”

Sam looked up to where the other was standing in the doorway of the cabin, arms crossed over his chest.

“What, inviting Cem and Casper to the cookout?”, he replied sarcastically, tucking the photo he’d been looking at back into the window frame. Bucky shot him a look.

“No, buying only three packs of corn for the shrimp boil. Of course I mean them!”

The more or less newly minted Cap snorted, shaking his head. A small wave rocked the boat gently, but not nearly hard enough to throw the two men of balance. Neither could the soft breeze wafting through the cabin and out the window, filling their lungs with warm, salty air. Sam savored the taste as he made his way over to Bucky and gently placed a hand over his still crossed arms. The later scowled, averting his eyes.

“What if he loses control?”, he murmured, still not looking at Sam. “What if someone gets injured, hm? We’ve both seen the guy beat the shit out of that giant ass coyote.”

“It was a jackal, Buck. And I’m very sure Cem only wants to find help for his partners and that they’re not trying to do any harm. Very sure.” Bucky grumbled something under his breath, still not entirely convinced. “He also said that they can control themselves at all times, you know tha-”

“Sam, Bucky! Get your asses out here, the truck doesn’t unload itself!”

Both men groaned in unison. Almost managed to sneak away without being noticed, but no.

“Why’s Sarah so damn observant?”, the older groaned, tipping his head backwards until it hit the doorframe.

Sam snickered in agreement. Leaning forward he pressed a kiss to the other man’s cheek, staying close to his ear.

“Can’t wait 'til she busts out the toddler leashes. Did-”

“Sam!”

“Coming!”

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If Steven had really desired a concussion, he could’ve just rested his head against the bus window.

Thing was, he didn’t, and Cems shoulder was much more comfortable. He sighed as he made himself comfortable, his forehead resting against the others neck with his arm now around Steven’s shoulders.

The anxiety of being affectionate in public had faded from the first time they’d been out together, but it was still very much there. Sure, they had a lot of privileges and didn’t need to be nearly as cautious as others; still, even the faintest hint of a nasty look made Steven’s stomach turn.

Something, movement in his peripheral, caught his attention. 

“Your think too much.”, Marc said nonchalantly, stifling a yawn.

“You say that as if it’s something new.”, another voice piped up. Where was… there. Jake’s face, distorted slightly by the single crack, looked at him from the black screen of Cems phone.

The gift-shopist remained quiet, shrugging as his only reaction. A sigh.

“We should sleep more.”, Marc tried to start up the conversation again. “Maybe getting a shrink is really not a bad idea.”

No one said anything, but the others… actually agreed. They couldn’t keep using Cem as their unpaid personal therapist anymore, that couldn’t be good for any of them. Besides, getting out of their little circle and meeting new people didn’t seem like that bad of an idea. Even Marc and Steven had caved after a, rather surprising, agreement of both Cem and Jake on the matter.

The bus jerked, smacking Steven’s head straight into the cooks jaw.

“Ah, fuck!”, Cem groaned, muffled by the hand in front of his mouth. “Bith my thongue.”

“You bit- you bit your tongue?”

Nodding, a pained expression on his face. Marc snorted.

“Stop laughing.”, Steven scolded. He reached up, carefully cradling the others jaw. The turk pinched his eyes shut, a sour expression on his face.

“Marc, ith you can hear me, you’re a thackass and I won’t thave any curry for you.”

“Wha- I didn’t even- I laughed at Steven!”, said jackass tried to defend himself.

Oh, now it was his fault.

“Marc said he laughed at me, not at you.”

Before the cook could even open his mouth for a rebuttal, an announcement bell rang throughout the bus, catching almost every passengers attention.

“Next stop: Sweetwater Guide Service & Marina.” Pause. “Prochain arrêt: Service de guides eau douce et Marina.”

The monotone women’s voice repeated the announcement twice more before quieting again.

“Come.”, Cem said as he wrestled himself out of the seating and took hold of Steven’s hand. “That’s our stop. And tell Marc this is not over yet.”

Sure enough, the bus stopped a few seconds later, opening it’s doors.

Both stepped off, hand in hand in bag with curry pot inside. Several other people had stepped of the bus with them, all loaded with food, drinks and broad smiles.

Together they made their way towards the dock, an elderly lady even striking up a conversation with them about their homemade cookings.

The dock looked even lovelier in the soft evening light, bustling with people setting tables, cooking or generally just having a wonderful time together. Steven’s grip on his hand tightened, Cem squeezing right back. He knew that big social gatherings and meeting now people wasn’t really the others forté; he also knew that they all had agreed on being in need of help and that surely no one would mind them excusing themselves for a few or leaving a bit earlier.

That was, if they didn’t deem that a danger to the general public and decided to throw hands on the spot.

“Cem! Over here!”, Sam’s voice ripped them from their thoughts, said man grinning and waving at them from a small group of people.

The cook recognized a few of them; he also recognized his partner going stiff. Another squeeze of the hand.

“Don’t worry.”, he whispered as they approached the group. “We’re all here. And we’re not afraid to kick ass.”

That actually coaxed a laugh out of the other, just as they reached the destined table.

“Hey guys!”, Wilson greeted both, a broad smile on his face. His eyes found the bag. “What did y'all bring? Smells delicious!”

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“And you- you got fired for vandalizing a toilet?”, Bucky wheezed, trying his best to not spit potato salad all over the table.

The others at the table were clearly amused aswell, if their expressions and poorly hidden grins were any indication.

Additionally to Sam, Bucky and Sarah there were also the laters sons, AJ and Cass. Joaquin Torrès, “Falcon in training”, had joined their little get-together shortly after the others, bringing mentioned potato salad with him.

To be fair, it was positively divine; Cem just had to ask for the recipe.

Steven blushed, staring into his plate.

“I’m just glad they didn’t press charges.”, he confessed, poking at a piece of lettuce with his fork. “Would’ve been really interesting trying to explain to the police that I was being chased by a jakal and Marc-” He sent a look towards AJ and Cass, as if contemplating what to say next. “I’m… you’ve seen the video.”

Sam and Bucky nodded. Sarah looked a little confused, but a look towards her brother who showed her the knife-across-throat gesture seemed to clear things up.

“Oh, oh okay.”, she nodded, pursing her lip. “And you had no idea you had DID?”

Steven shook his had.

“No, no idea. Cem was visiting Nazan and their parents long term at the time, so he couldn’t have cleared things up either. I really thought I was possessed or something.”

Sarah nodded again. Now she seemed even more intrigued than before.

“How did you find out then?”

“I found a phone and a storage key in my walls. Went all around London and to all the different branches, found- an ancient compass, threatened Marc with getting us locked away, saw a God and passed out.”, he shrugged, ignoring the faces the others made at the mention of a God. His hand found Cem’s under the table, the other squeezing his lightly and rubbing soothing circles into his skin. “Cem found us and we had a… conversation.”

The cook snorted.

“With conversation he means we screamed a lot and were momentarily convinced we’d gone bonkers.”

“Sorry, but can we go back to when you said you saw God?”, Bucky suddenly interrupted, his face scrunched up in disbelief. “Was that a metaphor or…?”

Steven looked up. His eyes went searching for something, scanning all over the place. They finally seemed to settle near one of the smaller boats, almost out on the water.

The others followed his line of sight, but obviously found nothing.

“Can you- can you see it?”, Torrès asked, sounding a tad bit antsy. “Is it here?”

When the gift-shopist nodded, many expressions changed. Excluding Cem. He’d seen too much shit that he rarely could be bothered to react to something miniscule like this.

“He’s looking at the water.”, Steven mentioned absent-mindedly.

The present Avengers exchanged a look.

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While the evening had started out a little bit concerning, it had all in all been amazing.

Cem and Steven were, as they’d found out, very pleasant company. Their thai-curry had been absolutely delicious and the later had spent almost two hours telling the a little too hyperactive kids about ancient Egypt while the cook had given them the baseline of what they were dealing with at the moment.

Turns out, they just needed a specialized psychiatrist. Maybe a few more friends. Sam and the others certainly wouldn’t mind inviting them again.

“Here.”, the hero spoke as he gave them a small piece of paper. “Call that number and say I sent you. Doctor Sherman is the best, I’m sure sure she can help you.”

“What’s the second number for?”, Cem asked as he looked at the paper Steven was holding for him to see. They were both stocked up on leftovers from the cookout, the cook holding at least six styrofoam boxes under his arm.

Sam smiled.

“That’s my number, call when you need anything. Oh and, text when you’re in the states again by any chance.”

At that Steven looked a little surprised, even more so that his other.

“I- yeah, yeah, we’ll do. Wait-”, the later fumbled around in his pocket, producing a pen and a slightly crumbled napkin. He scribbled down something, using a styrofoam box as a writing board. “Here, now you’ve got our number too. Just, call, whenever you need something too, I guess.”

He smiled someone crookedly as he handed Sarah, who was standing next to her brother, the napkin. Bucky and Torrès had said their goodbyes a little earlier, due to cranky kids and some government officials calling for their services.

“Okay. See you guys then, and get home safe!”

Goodbyes, handshakes and even a hug were exchanged until the Wilson’s decided the two were good to be sent on their way.

The walk to the bus stop was spent in comfortable silence, hand in hand and a smile on each of their faces.

Things were starting to look up. For all of them.

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Mystic Mystery’s (Chapter 4)

Marc Spector X Platonic OC & Steven Grant X Platonic OC

Chapter Summary: Olive tries to explain a little bit to Steven, meanwhile another Stephen enters the picture.

A/N: This story probably won’t be updated until after the finale. I have Olive’s story all outlined but I want to make sure that I don’t need to change anything first!! Thank you so much for the support for this story!

“Oh- good to see you again, your Steven’s uh…”

Olive glanced up to see the old lady from the elevator. In her hands were a couple bags of groceries and Olive quickly leapt up to take them off her hands. If there was one thing she was taught at the Sanctum it was to be respectful.

“Uh- his cousin, kind of. Taking these up to your apartment Ma’am?” Olive asked. “I’ll catch a ride in the elevator with you.”

Marc in his anger last night had refused to give her a key into the apartment building which meant that she’d been left outside all night until she could find someone to let her in. She’d jogged off to get a warm cup of coffee and had managed to see the lady returning back to the building.

“Your such a kind girl, thank you!” The lady replied buzzing into the building.

No, thank you. Olive thought. Khonshu’s orders were still stuck on a loop, to stay by Marc and Steven’s side. However Marc was making this increasingly difficult. Thankfully she was stubborn. She’d find her way back to his side once more.

“Have you noticed anything odd about Steven.” The old lady asked. “Last night- I got into the elevator…he said he was looking for a contact, but…he looked terrified.”

Olive frowned. Had this been before or after the museum incident?

“No- he has a habit of losing them, they just slip right out of his eyes I guess.” Olive answered giving a small smile.

The lady seemed content with this answer and they fell into a comfortable silence as they got off the elevator and headed towards her apartment. Olive glanced at Steven’s apartment as they passed by, but she didn’t hear anything unusual. After dropping off the groceries at the lady’s flat Olive made her way back around the corner only to catch Steven…or Marc enter the elevator. Before she had a chance to call out, the door’s shut. Taking the stair’s she tried to catch up to the man, but by the time she’d made it back to the lobby the elevator was empty and the lobby was still empty.

…

To say this was the worst day of Steven Grant’s life would probably be an understatement. Sure he didn’t have the best handle on his sleeping disorder, he missed a date, his goldfish had been replaced…

But to lose his job. He didn’t choose to be a gift shopist, he’d much rather been a tour guide, but he was proud of his job. It was something he was in control of…if he didn’t have control of anything else he always had his job. Silly little fake Egyptian knick knack’s and angry Donna- all of it now, down the drain.

The camera’s hadn’t caught any of the jackals, or the strange costume…just Steven- or not really Steven. Whoever was in his body, or maybe he had a look alike? All of it was so confusing.

The only good part of his day so far, had been that the museum had decided not to press charges. However, the little pamphlet tucked away in his pocket lurked in the back of his mind.

He wasn’t crazy. He was a good person. The girl from the museum stood in front of him-

He blinked.

She was still there.

“Oh no- no, no, no!” Steven muttered.

Swiftly rising from the bench he’d chosen to sulk upon he put some distance between himself and the girl. He weaved throughout the busy London crowds. He’d been searching all morning to find the Storage Unit that the key in his flat belonged too…maybe he should have taken a break sooner. Was he dehydrated? He’d skipped lunch…

“Wait! Please-“ She called out. Oh god’s- that meant she was real.

“Leave. Me. Alone!” Steven shouted suddenly.

Whirling back around to look down at the girl he took notice of his surroundings. The crowds around them were beginning to look at them. He wanted people to stop looking at him like that. The girl in front of him rose her hands up.

“I’ll explain! I promise!” The girl begged. “Just give me a chance- I’ve been looking for you all morning!”

He paused. He didn’t know if he could trust this girl, but maybe she could explain things. Better yet- he could drag her down to the museum and have her admit that she was the one to destroy the bathrooms. Of course that plan wouldn’t work because she hadn’t shown up on the security footage either.

“Everything?” Steven asked.

“As much as I possibly can…” She replied.

That was good enough for him.

…

“I found this storage locker key in my apartment- along with this cell phone. Someone- it said Layla on it- they called me and they kept calling me Marc.” Steven explained.

Olive had finally introduced herself officially to the man and they’d found a quieter place outside to go over some things. Unfortunately for Olive- she didn’t know anything about the cell phone, or who Layla was.

“Do you know who Marc is?” Steven asked. Ah- a question she did know the answer to, and an answer she couldn’t really give.

Her whole ‘explain everything’ plan was swiftly backfiring. She wanted to tell Steven, she really did. But most of it wasn’t her story to tell, and Marc would only make things worse for her if she butted in to much. At the very least being by Steven’s side fulfilled Khonshu’s request. Worse came to worse she could just put a tracking spell on Steven and follow him around.

Did she really want to resort to stalking someone though? It would be so much easier if Steven could just trust her.

She felt like she was just confusing Steven more.

“I do. We’ve only met a few times.” She answered. “We were working together…but now I’m not so sure.”

“You called me Marc too- a few times now. Back at the museum, and then up in the mountains…was that whole mess real?” Steven continued to question.

“You look alike-“ Olive admitted vaguely , “And yes- it was, but…”

“The museum, the bathrooms! You walked into the bathroom from behind me…not through the door! I should have you walk right back into the museum and tell them the truth! I lost my job because of this!” Steven’s voice rose.

“Yes- your right…” Olive said.

She hadn’t realized that Steven had lost his job because of the bathroom incident. Olive had been so mad at Marc she hadn’t even realized she could have fixed the bathroom before they left. She could have deleted the Security Footage too, but when Marc had walked off she’d simply portaled after him. After he’d entered his apartment though- she hadn’t wanted to risk Steven finding out more about the Mystic arts…now however, she may not have a choice.

Steven finally let out a frustrated groan. He swiped his hand through his hair a few times, only making the curls messier. Olive knew that she wasn’t making anything easier.

“You’re not explaining anything you know.” He finally said.

“I know- but, some of it isn’t mine to tell. The mountains, Marc, the cell phone…I can’t tell you what I don’t know.” Olive said.

Steven wasn’t going to trust her if she didn’t give him something, she could see he was getting frustrated.

“The bathroom- how I got there. I can show you.” Olive said. “How I just walked in-“

Standing up and making sure there were no on lookers she took a couple steps back from Steven. He looked unsure, but this may be her only chance to prove that she was willing to explain something.

“Tell me somewheres you want to go-“ She asked.

“What are you talking about?” Steven groaned.

“Don’t think too much- just tell me the first place that comes to mind.” Olive asked.

Steven thought for a moment before he finally pulled something out of his pocket. He took a second to stare at it before he stood up.

“This key goes to a storage locker-“ Steven said holding his hand open.

Oh no- this wasn’t going in the direction she intended.

“Take me there. Right now, or I’ll walk away.” Steven stuttered. Clearly he wasn’t used to making demands.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have much of a choice. She had to make this work.

“Fine. But you have to promise your not going to run off screaming- what I’m about to show you, people like me try to keep it quiet.”

Raising her hands up, she circled them waiting for the firmilar fizzle in her fingertips before she saw the sparks begin to fly. No less then five seconds later, the alley next to the storage unit came into view. A brilliant portal from their location to a brand new place. Steven didn’t look nervous though.

He was interested. He walked around it, standing by her side.

”Are you some sort of Wizard?” He asked.

Olive rolled her eyes. “I keep getting that but the answer never changes. I’m a Sorcerer of the Mystic Arts. We deal with strange happenings and protect people- like last night with the Jackals. I’m trying to help Marc, the man your mentioning, out with this problem. I’m not having very much luck.”

Steven’s brow furrowed in thought.

“Go on- you first.” Olive said. “Maybe the storage unit can answer more questions.”

Steven walked through before Olive and they made their way out of the alley. He held the key up to see the matching Logo and glanced over to Olive in surprise.

“I’ve spent all morning looking for this building.” Steven muttered. “And now we’re finally going to find out the truth.”

Olive hoped this would be for the right reason and that Marc wouldn’t be to mad at her.

…

Wong had advised against this.

From the minute she’d dissapeared Wong had warned him from following. Olive had never had her rebellious streak he’d said. This was just her adjusting to his return. But to Stephen Strange it seemed like she was taking a long time to adjust to his return. Sure, things weren’t as simple as they had been. So much had changed in the time he was gone, Wong was the Sorcerer Supreme and Olive had learned from him in his own absence. She was stronger then she’d been, smarter, she’d graduated.

He’d missed her High School and her first Collage Graduation.

It made Stephen sick with worry now that she was missing. Olive was somewhere out in the world and he didn’t know where she was. She’d left a simple note and no goodbye, a cloaking spell stopping him from finding her.

I’ll prove it to you. Five little words-

The argument was still fresh in his mind- they’d gotten so angry at each other, screaming and shouting. Wong had finally stepped in telling them both to go cool off. She’d portaled back to her room and Stephen had stepped out of the Sanctum. When he’d returned, Wong had asked him if he knew where Olive had gone. She’d disappeared right under their noses.

She didn’t understand he was just trying to protect her. She was still just a little girl. Except- she wasn’t. She was an adult now, he’d missed 5 years of her life. He didn’t have the heart to even look at the pictures Wong had left him. He’d taken pictures in his absence, but it hurt too much to look at them. But he vowed once he found Olive again that he’d go through the pictures with her, have her tell him about the days he’d missed.

The apartment building was quiet when he stepped through the portal.

She was good- clever even, using that cloaking spell to stop Stephen and Wong from finding her. She probably assumed Wong wouldn’t be bothered very much, the man was worried but she’d spent so long learning from him that Wong was more concerned about others safety then Olive’s.

But Stephen was still stronger in the mystic arts. The slightest slip of her spell and he’d managed to trace her. Of course, she’d advanced while he was gone. Her cloaking spell was strong enough he couldn’t break through or slip a tracing spell while her spell slipped. Instead he just had to latch onto the little blips of magic.

She’d been up in the mountains during the first. He’d assumed she had to use a healing spell, they were stronger and never her strong point either so it explained a little lapse in the cloaked spell. He had to wait until another slip to find a storage unit, but there was interference with this, someone else was messing around London with magic, and he’d lost her once more. This apartment building had been the last slip he’d caught. This blip was stronger- her spell was slipping and she didn’t even realize it.

The elevator down the hall opened with a ding and an old lady exited out of the elevator along with a younger women. The two were in a deep discussion but they noticed him when they entered the lobby.

“Excuse me- if you have a minute!” Stephen said.. “I’m looking for someone. I’m fairly sure they stopped in here and I was wondering if you’ve seen them around within the last day or so?”

Out of his wallet he pulled the most recent picture of Olive. Wong had snapped it shortly after Tony’s funeral. Everyone had started to settle back in and Stephen was back at the Sanctum with Wong. Olive had come to Steven with a question, the first time she’d done so since his return. The two of them had studied over the book she’d brought with her and Wong had called their names before he snapped the photo.

Olive was smiling and Stephen looked mildly annoyed, but when Wong had gave him the picture he’d swapped it out with the previous picture, a picture from nearly 6 year’s ago that Stephen himself had took. An outdated photo wouldn’t help him find his student.

“Oh- your looking for Steven’s cousin?” The old lady questioned. “She’s a nice girl, helped me with my groceries this morning.”

Stephen let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, he’d finally found his first lead.

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Mystic Mystery’s (Chapter 3)

Marc Spector X Platonic OC & Steven Grant X Platonic OC

Chapter Summary: Olive finally gets drawn into this mess for good- and Marc Spector realizes she’s not going to give up very easily.

“I didn’t know you had children Mr. Grant-“

Marc was just about to lose it- nosy old ladies, reckless annoying teenagers- (‘ I’m 21 you know. I’m legally an adult so you can’t tell me what to do-‘) and on top of it all the whole mess that he’d just had to pull them out of because Steven kept insisting on butting in.

”Oh Steven’s not my father- he’s my cousin, twice removed on my mother’s side. And removed once more- so technically not cousins.” The teen-no adult in question chimed in cheerfully.

”Oh-“ The lady was taken back a brief look of confusion came over her face.

“Real complicated mess he got into, couldn’t believe the affair when it all happened. Sleeping with Great Aun-“ Marc swiftly cut her off by shoving his hand over her mouth.

The woman gaped at them in absolute horror.

”She tells lots of stories.” He faked a smile. “Overactive imagination…”

“Oh dear- my grandson is quite the same. They never quite grow out of it do they?” She nervously replied.

Great- Steven would be an outcast from his neighbors thanks to this kid’s big mouth.

“No they don’t.” Marc smirked, glancing over to the furious girl.

The apartment elevator thankfully chimed in and Marc tugged on her shoulder drawing her away before she could spout off any other nonsense, but she still had the nerve to give an over exaggerating goodbye. She was going to get Steven into trouble if she came up with any more of her silly stories.

”Come on, you have to admit the look on her face was hilarious .” Olive rolled her eyes. “You’re as bad as Wong honestly, he never appreciates me or Stephen’s jokes.”

“Fortunately I’m not here to entertain you, so maybe you should go back to making jokes with Stephen. Who is he, your dad?” Marc asked.

Olive frowned when he mentioned the name, a brief flash of guilt overcoming her face. A moment later and she was back to her overly annoying smile.

”A friend-“ She answered quickly. “Good save towards the end with that truck. I still can’t believe Steven tried to throw the gun.”

Marc thought back to the past events. Once Marc was absolutely sure he was in control he’d had the girl- Olive, use one of her weird magic portal’s to bring them back to London. It saved him more time then he’d initially thought he’d take away from Steven, but Steven would still wake up tomorrow and realize that it was Sunday.

Unlocking the door and letting the girl in, he took the Scarab out of his pocket. Blood was still stained upon the sleek golden tool.

“Here- take this to the sink and wash it.” Marc ordered.

The girl gave a grimace and glared at him when he tossed it into her hands, and swiftly rushed over to the kitchen sink. Repeating ‘gross, gross, gross.” under her breath.

Taking in the appearance of Steven’s apartment he was grateful that he didn’t have to take care of too much, his clothes could be dumped in the laundry and taken back to the storage unit. He’d tuck the cellphone back in its spot in the apartment after the girl left and he could listen to Layla’s messages.

“Aw no-“ The girls voice caught his attention.

“Don’t tell me you managed to break the scarab.” Marc groaned.

”No- it’s….your fish!” The girl sounded heartbroken.

Marc turned to the fish tank where Steven’s pet fish would normally be swimming about- except…it wasn’t swimming any more.

“Shit.”

…

She couldn’t believe it.

She was a glorified house pet stuck inside a 9 by 9 cubicle. Sure she had a key and could come and go- but what was the point of having a super cool Sorcerer helping you if you shove her into a storage unit.

“ Stay here and I’ll come back after Steven’s shift.” Olive mimicked.

They’d come to the storage unit to stow away the Scarab and Marc had gone back to his apartment after leaving behind a key to the storage unit.

It wasn’t like she had much of a choice, she was short on funds and it wasn’t like she could just run back home…Stephen and Wong wouldn’t let her out of their sights if she even tried to sneak back into the Sanctum. So instead she’d reluctantly accepted a key and had come and gone to the Unit to sleep.

Marc’s silly little cot was going to mess up her back.

“Better off sleeping on the concrete.” Olive muttered to herself.

The storage unit was a bit eerie with the mirror-like walls surrounding her, but she’d spent most of her free time sightseeing so she could avoid sitting around. She’d also taken the time to reinforce her cloaking spell, hoping that she hadn’t leaked too much energy with that healing spell on her arm. (And wasn’t she lucky she hadn’t grown 2 bone’s when she’d healed it?)

“Pesky brat-“

Oh right-

How could she forget the lurking Moon God that had decided to bug her since he couldn’t bug Steven.

“I’m not in the mood for your attitude today- so if you’ve got nothing nice to say…maybe just don’t say anything at all.” Olive groaned. “You’ve always got your feathers in a twist- and you don’t even have feathers!”

“You dare sit around- you don’t know what’s even happening right now! Harrow will steal it-“

Olive sat up then.

“What are you talking about-“ Olive asked.

“The bag you fool! Check the bag!” Khonshu screamed.

The one thing she’d refused to do since she’d stuck around the storage unit was go through Marc Spector’s stuff. She wasn’t that kind of person, nor did she want to unearth any of his dirty laundry, figuratively or literally.

“THE DUFFLE BAG- “ Khonshu’s voice pierced at her skull.

Swinging off the cot she’d knelt down to the black duffle bag and swiftly unzipped the top. Clothes- a license…

No scarab-

“No- no he put it in here…” Olive murmured.

She thought back to the previous day- just grateful to finally have a place to sleep. Marc had been searching for the extra storage key-

He must have forgotten to put the Scarab away.

“Steven has the scarab-“

…

Just his luck-

How on earth did he even get into these messes.

First he’d found out he missed his date after somehow mixing up the days, then his beloved one-finned wonder had simply regrown his fin. (Of course Steven knew this couldn’t really be Gus.) And to top it off that creepy man from the mountains was in his museum.

And now- now this was the worst.

Jackals- bloody Jackals were chasing after him.

Fleeing into the bathroom Steven watched in horror as the lights began to flicker- the door was caving in under the weight of the beasts attacks. The mirror man was walking towards him.

The what!?

“Steven- you’ve got to give me control. I can save us.” Mirror-Steven said calmly.

How was he so calm!?

“Oh gods- I’m going to die- I’m going to die.” Steven muttered.

“Calm down!” Someone grabbed his shoulder. “Your not going to die.”

Whirling around he found the nice girl from the village standing beside him. Behind her a strange sparky circle showed a strange room surrounded by hazy mirrors. Before he could get a good glimpse however- a whisk of her hand and the sparks closed and fizzled out.

“ Steven-“ Mirror-Steven called again. “You can’t let her do this alone-“

In Steven’s eyes it seemed the girl could do anything from heal broken bones to appear out of thin air, why couldn’t she take on a jackal on her own.

“Steven!” Mirror-Steven yelled.

The door was nearly broken open-

The girl lowered into a defensive stance and raised her hands up. More of those sparks appeared along with weird- were those runes!?

“Give me control-“ The mirror yelled once more.

So he did.

…

“You just had to keep a hold of that stupid Scarab!” Olive screeched squirming under his grip.

The jackals had broken down the door, but Marc had grabbed hold of it it, unleashing all of his anger and rage unto the creature. Olive could only stand by and watch in horror, magic fizzling out as Marc destroyed the jackal- and the bathroom around them.

“What were you thinking?” Marc- now unsuited- growled. His hand dug into her shoulder where he’d grabbed onto it to drag her out of the bathroom. She struggled more trying to shimmy out of his grips- his fingers were digging in harshly and it hurt. She managed to tug out of his grasp pushing his chest back away from her and he stumbled a few steps.

She was stronger than she looked.

“Khonshu said-“

“I had it handled!” Marc screamed.

“No you don’t!” Olive screamed back. “This isn’t fair to Steven! He was terrified!”

“Then. Go. Home!”

“The girl will stay.”

Khonshu stood behind them, going unnoticed by the two’s argument. The two were drawing closer and closer to fighting one another instead of focusing on the actual enemy. But the God had seen the avatar- he couldn’t risk him ruining everything. The girl had leapt into action and her ability to take them from one place to the next was a welcome addition. He could use her and her powers until her grew tired of her or his avatar could prove to him he could handle things on her own.

“What do you mean!? Your the one who told her she wasn’t needed, that she was annoying, a useless Wizard!” Marc exclaimed. The girl let out a frustrated growl.

“I’m a Sorcerer! And, If I hadn’t shown up, Steven wouldn’t have given up control.” Olive yelled. “What would have happened then- how would you feel if he got hurt!?”

“You don’t know anything about Steven!”

“ENOUGH. ” The building shook with Khonshu’s rage. “I will not repeat myself. You will return the scarab to the Storage Unit, the girl will stay. By both you and the useless worm. If you mess this up- I’ll kill you all.”

Marc stood still taking in heavy breaths. He glared at the girl standing in front of him, her eyes filled with equal amounts of anger. Everything was falling apart- he’d had control before she had come around. She was ruining everything- her and her mystical little witch powers. She would ruin everything for Steven if she stuck around- but he couldn’t deny one thing.

There was something else in her eyes- something he recognized.

Determination.

This girl wasn’t giving in- and now with Khonshu’s permission she had an in- and she wouldn’t let it go anytime soon.

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The next chapter of Mystic Mystery’s will be coming out tomorrow, I apologize for the delay as something unexpected came up. Thank you so much for all the love and support you’ve shown for this story! ☺️

Mystic Mystery’s (Chapter Two)

Marc Spector X Platonic OC & Steven Grant X Platonic OC

Chapter Summary: Steven Grant wakes up in a strange place alongside the strange girl he’d met the day before- wait…it had only been a day, right? Also, what’s with this golden scarab I’m his pocket, and why was the girl telling him to run?

Steven Grant was a gift shopist. He’d prefer to be a tour guide, think’s that he’d probably be pretty good at it too besides his overall awkwardness. Despite the fact he could talk about Egypt all day long, Donna thought that he’d probably bore the tourists out. Therefore he found himself working in the gift shop.

Outside of work? He was an avid reader (Or anything and everything regarding Egypt), a wonderful fish father (His little one-finned wonder was his pride and joy after all), and was trying to figure out a solution to the sleeping disorder that caused him to experience things like this-

“Please don’t be dead! Please don’t be dead-“ Two hands roughly shook his shoulder, “Wake up!”

His jaw ached something fierce and as he picked himself up from where he’d practically been plastered to the ground. He couldn’t stop the painful groan that escaped his lips as he moved his jaw around, wincing as it popped back into place. He could taste copper in his mouth- blood, ugh…too much blood.

The world was a bit blurry too now that he thought about it. In front of him a colorful blob moved around- was it- did the blob have hands? Oh- no it was a girl.

That girl from the museum!

“Marc I swear to god you can’t do that to me again- I thought I was going to have a heart attack!” The girl laughed nervously pulling anxiously at her hands.

“Insolent girl- you have the wrong idiot in front of you!”

Swinging his head around Steven tried to find the other person talking but it looked like it was just him and the girl in the field.

Wait- were in the world was he!?

“Oh-“ The girl eyed him curiously. “I remember. Your Steven…”

“This is too weird-“ Steven couldn’t stop his inner thoughts from spilling out. The girls eye’s softened as she looked at him.

“Go back to sleep worm- and take the ‘wizard’ with you!”

The girl pouted in front of him, rolling her eyes, before standing up to brush the dirt and grass off of her jeans. Mud had already stained the knee’s and Steven wondered if she’d appreciate a some tips about stain removal… She muttered something under her breath about ‘useless pigeons’ before turning her eyes on Steven.

“I’m really sorry about all this-“ She said. “I’m sure it’s all really confusing and what not-“

“A little bit yeah-“ Steven murmured. Who was this kid and why was she here with him- better yet why was he here and not his apartment with Gus?

“Neither of you were supposed to be here!” The angry voice rumbled.

“Oh can it already!” The girl groaned. “I’m almost ready to turn myself back over to Wong and Stephen.”

Who was Wong? Steven was fairly sure he’d never heard of anyone by that name and why would she- oh. Maybe she meant a different Steven?

“Listen. Steven I understand that this seems bad- but we’re really in the middle of something so I’m going to need you to listen carefully.” The girl said.

Ignoring her, Steven turned around finding an old Manor- or castle? Behind them. From atop the building leaning out of a window a man looked down upon them. Taking a hand out of his pocket to wave, Steven instead found a brilliant Golden scarab in his hands. The man above waved awkwardly back.

“Gun!”

Hands upon his back pushed him forward’s as bullets rained down around them.

“Don’t just stand there! Run! Use your so called magic- just do something!”

“We get it- we get it! Go!” The girl screamed pushing Steven ahead.

The duo took off across the field weaving and darting to and fro as more bullets fired after them.

Steven made up his mind at that point, when- and if- he survived this he was certainly inquiring with a doctor about this condition.

…

She’d fought against other Sorcerer’s, Monsters and Aliens at this point but even Olive found guns to be the most unpredictable opponent, one wrong move and it was over.

Especially since healing spells weren’t her specialty. Minor scrapes and bruises- easy fix. Broken bones, well…sometimes she accidentally added a second bone- which was weird now that she thought about it. If her teacher was a Doctor, why was she so bad at healing spell’s?

This realization made Olive even more grateful after she and Steven had managed to outrun the goon’s trailing them. Although taking refuge in the very village that homed most of these goon’s probably wasn’t ideal. But here they stood trying to catch their breath backs pressed against one of the old townhouses. If it were up to her she’d simply whisk them back to London, but with Steven fronting she couldn’t risk exposing him to unnecessary magic and confusing him even more than he already was.

Marc had explained some things to her over the past day and a half they’d spent searching for Harrow’s men. The whole mess at hand, Khonshu’s involvement and Steven Grant. Although Marc didn’t outright say it, Olive had spent a small chunk of time with a certain doctor and had come to her own assumption about the man. Steven Grant was one of Marc’s alters and despite Marc seemingly ignoring his DID or being completely unaware of it, he was keen on keeping Steven safe and out of this whole mess.

Something that Olive was currently trying to do as well.

“Alright- let’s just keep our heads down and try to figure this out ok?” Olive said, glancing over to Steven.

The British man thought it over for a moment, still catching his breath from their sprint, before nodding once. He pulled the hood of his jacket up trying to remain as inconspicuous as one could in a strange place. Olive did not have this luxury, her windbreaker being hoodless meant that she would have to risk exposing herself if any of the goon’s recognized her. Also maybe she shouldn’t have picked such a jarring color- the scarlet red jacket had been a joke between her and Stephen, now it was essentially a red flag.

Together, they merged onto one of the streets around the corner and followed after a crowd of people making their way into the center square.

She had a horrible feeling about this.

”Maybe we should-“

Before Olive had a chance to turn them back around, a man stepped up the street, the sound of broken glass echoing in his shoes. The crowd went silent as he came into view besides a few grateful murmurs. People reached out to touch him as he passed by. As he grew closer Olive twisted around tucking herself behind Steven and turning her face to his sleeve blocking her from being recognized.

Arthur Harrow had arrived.

Wasn’t he uncomfortable with all those shards stabbing into his feet? You know what- Olive wasn’t even going down that road right now. She had bigger things to worry about…she could address that mess later.

”What a beautiful day. It’s like we’re in heaven-“ Arthur said as he stopped in front of the crowd. “Only it’s not heaven, is it? The darkness sometimes hides in our very hearts.”

Yeah- she was starting to regret not just portaling them home. She wasn’t really interested in the whole villain monologue right now…Her feet hurt from running, she was still out of breath and her hair stuck to the back of her neck with sweat. The people around her however- they hung on to every word, staring at him like he was some sort of god.

Perhaps they thought he was?

A man stepped forward’s after Harrow’s speech offering himself for ‘judgement.’ Olive’s interest peaked as she watched the scene unfold. Harrow took the man’s hands in his own and rested his cane between them allowing it to swing rhythmically between them. Before she could take in anything else a woman pushed in front of her blocking her view.

She cursed being short, and tried to find a way to peak around her before giving in.

“What’s happening-“ She asked Steven.

“His arm- it’s moving…” Steven whispered, “The tattoo?”

“This is a face of a good man-“ Athur’s voice echoed through the silent street’s, sounding almost like he was on the edge of tears.

Guess he was good at crocodile tears. Ammit probably would be proud of him-

“Please- let’s get out of here.” Olive begged. “If we stay any longer we risk getting caught.”

She wasn’t going to wait around any longer. Tugging at Steven’s sleeve she pulled him forewords and away from the crowd but he stopped her before they got to far, tugging his sleeve free and stepping closer to the front.

Sure- lets just walk right into danger.

A women had now taken the place of the man before her, Harrow’s cane now swinging in between them. It was then that Olive was able to see the scales on his arm move with the cane, she understood now what Steven had meant about the tattoo. The scales finally stopped when they were tipped off balance.

“I’m sorry-“ Harrow said.

The woman desperately tried to pull her hands away once- twice- begging the man for some sort of forgiveness, before she slumped to the street below. Two of Harrow’s men picked her body up and moved it away walking past Steven and Olive.

Olive knew that the woman was dead. Her heart fluttered in fear- how had he done that?

Harrow shouted something suddenly and the crowd surrounding Olive and Steven sunk to their knee’s leaving the duo exposed. She anxiously took a step back but realized that they were mostly blocked in by all sides- Harrow’s men were steps ahead of them.

“Oh bollocks!” Steven gasped following the crowd.

Olive wasn’t going to give the man the satisfaction, locking her knees as she glared at the man.

“I know you-“ Harrow pointed to Steven. “The Mercenary. You-“

He moved his finger to point at her. “You’re new-“

“Do something child you useless child!”

Olive realized that Khonshu was talking exclusively to her, as Steven still kneeled in front of her.

“Save the Scarab!”

She’d done it before- in desperation. When she was just a kid after the attack in New York…She could easily reach her hand into Steven’s pocket without him noticing, without Harrow noticing as well. She could take the Scarab before Harrow had a chance to get it-

And Steven rushed forward’s, pulled it out of his pocket and held it out to Harrow.

“FOOL! What are you here for if you can’t even follow my orders!” Khonshu screamed and Olive winced, rubbing at her temple.

Harrow reached to take the Scarab-

And then Steven’s hand thrusted behind him.

”Don’t mess it up now! I’ll kill you both if you lose the scarab!”

Ripping it from his palm Olive darted backwards nearly tripping over the crowds of people still kneeling around them, one of them popped out their foot trying to move out of her way and Olive tumbled to the cobblestone knee’s scraping as the Scarab flew out of her hands. It clinked as it bounced upon the stones and out of her reach.

A meaty hand grabbed furiously at the collar of her windbreaker and she was picked up by one of the goons.

“Let go of me!” Olive screamed. “Steven- Marc! DO SOMETHING!”

…

There were bodies littered around him- blood. Oh god so much blood…

Steven held his hands up to look upon and found that blood was on his fingers, his palms, the scarab. How had it gotten back in his hand?

The girl- he remembered the big muscled man had grabbed her and she’d screamed, begged, lashing out with her nails. He’d wanted to help her when the goon had pulled her arm suddenly- he’d heard the snap and watched her face wretch in agony.

“Steven- run!!” Oh- she was behind him now?

He saw the angry crowds closing in around them, the girl held her arm protectively against her chest, she really needed to get to a hospital…probably would need a splint. But the injury was far from her mind as she darted behind an old car and down the street. Steven struggled to keep up as angry hands pulled and pushed. Ultimately he ducked underneath someone’s arm as he scrambled to the box truck with the cupcake sign on the side.

The girl apparently had the same idea and she jumped into the passenger seat moving a flat of cupcakes into her lap with both-

Her arm was completely fine? How was she bending it all normal like all of a sudden?

“DRIVE!” She hollered. One of the men tried to reach her through the window and she slammed a frosted cupcake into his face.

Twisting the key and slamming his foot onto the gas the truck screeched down the streets until he found a road to turn onto. He glanced at the girl and saw as she wiped away at a blood splatter left on her cheek, she grimaced at the sight before unwrapping a cupcake and taking a large bite.

At least she seemed somewhat calm about this situation. Steven’s hands were sweating and his heart thundered in his chest.

“Would it be a horrible time to tell you that I don’t even have my license?” Steven asked.

The girl looked wide-eyed at him- cheeks stuffed full of the frosted treat. She suddenly looked paler now that he’d mentioned this-

”Ah- I’ll take that as a no then…”

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Mystic Mystery’s (Chapter One)

Marc Spector X Platonic OC & Steven Grant X Platonic OC

Chapter Summary: Olive succeeds in tracking down the man she’s searching for and also comes to the realization that she may not actually understand the mess she’s thrown herself into.

“You need to believe in yourself. This is your greatest fault.” Stephen Strange chided gently.

A shaking hand brought the alcohol soaked cloth to the teenagers cheek gently swiping the cut on her cheek. Frustrated tears leaked down her face and he brought his other hand to brush them away before the young girl turned her face away. She’d been under Stephen’s care for a couple of months now but was still uncomfortable crying around his or Wong’s presence, something Stephen was still trying to figure out how to deal with.

Accidental Parenting did not come with a handbook.

“It doesn’t work- none of this does. Every spell I do does the exact opposite of what I want. I tried to move a freaking mug and it shattered.” Olive angrily gestured to her cuts and scrapes.

“To be fair- Wong would tell you that moving a mug is, and I quote, ‘Not an appropriate use of the Mystic Arts’” Stephen chuckled trying to ease the tension.

“What would you tell me-“ Olive asked softly.

She turned her head to look back at her teacher and Stephen felt the newfound pull at his heart that had been bugging him lately. His- No. This kid was going to kill him if she kept putting her trust in him.

“I’d tell you that maybe we should consider buying plastic cup’s for you to use if you want to throw them around. Might help to eliminate any unnecessary injuries.” Stephen teased.

Olive hissed as his fingers jerked, jabbing the cloth into her cut.

“Sorry-“ Stephen cursed.

“It’s ok.” Olive responded with a small sigh.

Silence lapsed between the two as Stephen finished cleaning out her cuts and carefully placed bandages over them. Picking up the medical kit he grabbed the used materials to dump into the trash where the shards of the mug had settled in the bottom. He winced as he noticed it was one of Wong’s mugs. Olive would be in it for sure unless he decided to take the blame himself.

He’d been doing that a lot lately because of this kid.

“Do you think I’m actually cut out for this?” Olive asked, “This whole magic mess. I mean- I’m just making problems for you and Wong…”

“Olive.” Stephen said. “We’ve been over this-“

“I know, I know…I just-“

“If I didn’t want to teach you kid, I wouldn’t. But you’re improving every day and I can see how hard you’re working towards this. Just believe in yourself a bit more ok?” Stephen said.

Olive glanced at her teacher, her insecurities still shining through. She opened her mouth preparing to ask a question before she second guessed herself once more.

“I’m going to brush up on my studies. I’ll be in my room.” Olive said.

She darted out of the room before Stephen had a chance to stop her.

…

If there was a single word used to describe Olive she’d probably pick ‘Persistent.’

She hadn’t intended on stalking the man- and in Olive’s defense she wouldn’t necessarily label this as ‘stalking.’ She was merely investigating Steven Grant while also hoping to get a hint on where and who Marc Spector really was. If it just so happened she waited until he finished his shift, followed him around London for a short period of time and found out where he lived in the process, well that was just part of the research process, right?

Still, the young girl found herself groaning in frustration as she stood across the street from the apartment building. She supposed she could have used a spell to actually track down Marc Spector, but with every spell performed her own cloaking spell would grow thinner and thinner. She wasn’t ready to admit defeat nor was she ready to face the inevitable rage from Stephen or Wong.

What was she going to do now?

The apartment door across the street slammed open as if answering her thoughts, and she nearly jumped out of her skin with the sudden noise.

The man who walked out of the building was not the same as the one she had seen enter hours ago. Gone was the shifty and awkward Steven Grant and in his place was a confident and hardened man. This was the man that she’d found pictures of, the mercenary she was searching for.

Cold eyes met hers with a piercing gaze that sent a shiver down her spine and Marc Spector strided across the street to her. At the same time she caught movement out of the corner of her eye up on top of the apartment building.

Holy Crap, was that- a bird? No, a skull? No- a bird skull with a body?

“Let me guess- Harrow sent you? Bit of a low for him, sending a kid after me. But I suppose he has followers of all ages.” Marc sighed looking rather disinterested.

“Harrow?” Olive echoed in confusion. “No that’s not-“

“Listen, I’ll apologize in advance but he sent you straight into a trap. He has something I need and something he can’t have. You’re just going to have to tell me where it is and I’ll let you go.” Marc said.

Did the man think he’d caught her? Clearly she’d caught him-

Olive glanced between the Mercenary and the bird-man. With every second she found herself wondering if this was the best mission to prove her worth. She could hardly wrap her own head around the past day let alone these past few hours.

“I think we’re both a little confused-“ She interrupted, hands raised in a peaceful gesture.

Marc quirked an eyebrow.

“ This is not one of Harrow’s companions.”

Olive looked up once again as the bird spoke and Marc finally caught on glancing wildly between her and the God.

At least she’d managed to catch him off guard finally.

“You can see Khonshu? What- are you an avatar?“ Marc scoffed.

“Worse- she’s one of those insolent little Sorcerer’s. Calls themselves Masters of the Mystic Arts. What would your magic even be without gifts from the god’s child-“

Oh- so he wasn’t a nice god. Olive found herself rolling her eyes as she often would during one of Stephen’s lectures.

“Listen- I’m not with whoever you mentioned earlier, and your little Canary is right. I’m a Sorcerer studying the Mystic Arts.” Olive explained. “There’s rumors, Marc Spector, of you and that bird-brain interfering with things that are better left untouched. People are seeing things they shouldn’t see and as a Sorcerer, it’s my job to ensure that people are protected from whatever it is you’re doing.”

“Canary? You ill-mannered brat-“ Khonshu screamed, wind picking up around them. A garbage bin tipped over and rolled down the road from the sudden gusts.

“If your not going to stop what you’re doing I’m afraid I’ll have to use drastic measures to ensure that-“

“I’m sorry- you think that we’re interfering with things?” Marc interrupted.

Oh for goodness sake- was this how Stephen felt whenever she interrupted one of his lectures? No…this would be more like how Wong would feel she imagined.

“I’m out here trying to save the world from a second global catastrophe and-“

It suddenly felt as if a cold bucket of water just get dumped down the back of her neck.

“Do you even know what Harrow’s capable of if he raises Ammit- I’m talking something as bad as ‘The Snap’”

“Don’t!” She recoiled quickly at the words. “Don’t say it-“

Those words would always haunt her for as long as she lived, reminding her of how lonely she became after that day, how unfair the world was-

“Just-“ She took a shaky breath. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

“What’s going on?” Marc gaped.

“You Sorcerer’s think you know everything-“

“Ok- enough from the bird.” Olive growled. “You’re telling me that you’re not raising creatures from the dead and having them run amok- exposing a magical suit to the world and making people ask questions?”

“No! That’s exactly what I’m telling you. That’s all Harrow! And he has something far worse that he’s planning on using to find Ammit’s tomb to unleash even worse things on this planet.” Marc argued. “So if we’re done here I’ve got to be on my way to actually solve this problem.”

Sidestepping the young sorceress Marc made his way down the street-lamp lit streets.

“Wait- wait! I’m sorry!” Olive dashed after him.

She was not passing this opportunity up- especially if she had gotten it all wrong.

Thinking back to it, maybe she hadn’t ‘overheard’ enough of the rumor’s that Wong and Stephen had been discussing.

“Kid-“

“I can help!”

“Absolutely not.” Khonshu laughed. “I will not have one of you pesky little-“

“You’re going somewhere- where? I can get us there in 5 seconds flat.” Olive pleaded. “I want to help- clearly the rumors started from the man you’re talking about, and I believe you! But some people may not… and you don’t want someone more- uh…accomplished in the Mystic Art’s going after you.

“I’m not a babysitter, and I certainly don’t need your help.” Marc rolled his eyes before stopping. “Wait, are you saying you’re not even the best these Wizards have?”

“It’s Sorcerer.” Olive frowned. “And I should also mention that I could ensure that you and the Canary get trapped somewhere you would be unable to be freed of, and if I recall my history, Khonshu is in fact exiled from the other God’s so they wouldn’t really want to help-“

Marc glanced at Khonshu, “Is that true?“

Khonshu’s silence was a good enough answer.

“Perfect. So tell me where to take us and we’ll get going!” Olive exclaimed excitedly. “Oh- and maybe you could inform me of who I spoke to earlier…is Steven Grant your brother or?“

“Wonderful- exactly what we needed Marc. Another idiot involved in something they shouldn’t be.” Khonshu growled.

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Mystic Mysterys (Prologue)

Marc Spector X Platonic OC & Steven Grant X Platonic OC

Summary: Summary: Olive Ryder is determined to prove to her teacher Stephen Strange that she’s ready to handle thing’s on her own. After an argument Olive sets off on her own to prove this to her teacher and herself. Except she really wasn’t prepared to deal with an angry Moon God and his Mercenary/Gift Shopist Avatar. Also their opponent is a weird man that like’s to walk with glass in his shoes and a huge devotion to Ammit?

It’s still better then admitting that she was wrong.

The National Art Gallery was a wonderful place to visit, and of the many places in the world Olive had seen, she’d probably place it in her top 10. She’d already visited the Gallery three times in the past week she’d been in London and had always found something new to learn about during her visit. The atmosphere was calm and mostly quiet except for the few group’s of school children that would explore on their field trips.

Unfortunately she wasn’t here to sightsee or learn about the exhibit’s. So today she found herself outside the Gallery as she watched people go about their daily activities, waiting anxiously to see if today would be the day she finally accomplished her first task in her mission.

Finding Marc Spector.

She’d heard the rumors, and she’d overheard her own teacher discussing it with Wong when he thought she wasn’t listening. Though it was hard not to listen to their conversation after she realized how exciting it all sounded. Egyptian Gods, Avatar’s carrying out the will’s of said God’s, Magical Suits and more!

As a student studying the Mystic Arts it was right up Olive’s alley and she was keen on joining in to solve this problem. However one certain man seemed to think the young girl incapable of dealing with said mystery.

Stephen Strange still treated her like she was a 15 year old kid he was training and not the 21 year old she currently was. Wong had often tried to get Olive to understand Stephen’s point of view, that on that dreadful morning in 2018 when Olive was handed her lunchbox and waved goodbye to Stephen and Wong before leaving for school, only Wong was left to watch Olive grow up when she walked back through the door that afternoon. Wong had been there for her graduation, had helped her apply to college, and had been the one to carry on her training.

For Stephen, he returned to a stranger. That same kid he’d joked with that morning knew more than he had taught her, received an Associate’s Degree when she was still supposed to be working towards a diploma, she was quiet and thought things through more than she had when she was still a rule-breaking teenager.

That wasn’t to say that there was any sort of strain on their relationship, Olive still looked up to Stephen like he was her own father, as for many years he’d acted like one for her. But she had noticed a sharp decline in her spell work since he’d returned, her nerves getting the best of her whenever she trained with the Doctor. The ever-looming threat of being a disappointment to someone as accomplished as Stephen Strange.

Which brought Olive back to this very day the breeze tousling her hair outside the National Art Gallery. She was going to prove once and for all that she was fully capable of handling Mystic mystery’s on her own without any problems.

Did she feel an inkling of guilt for just up and disappearing from the New York Sanctum last week? Maybe.

Was she worried about what Stephen and Wong thought of her disappearance? Just a little bit.

Was she constantly watching her back waiting to see the Sorcerer Supreme or her teacher lurking around the next corner to drag her back home and reprimand her for her foolishness? Yes- but she hoped her cloaking spell would keep her tracks covered until she could solve this problem on her own.

Olive was so caught up in her thoughts she nearly missed the curled haired head of Marc Spector dashing by her. Thankfully after studying the picture she found of him for the past week she couldn’t miss it even in the London crowds.

“Excuse me! Sir!” Olive jumped up from her seat.

Pushing through a small group of tourists she managed to grab the back of the man’s jacket.

“Marc? Marc Spector?” Olive smiled.

She couldn’t have been any more wrong as she locked eyes with the man before her. This man shared the same facial structure and same hair style, albeit a bit messier and unkept.

His innocent eyes blinked owlishly into her own. These weren’t the eyes of the cold and hardened mercenary she’d been expecting to meet.

“Uh- sorry, but I think you’ve got the wrong man.”

No- it wasn’t possible, Olive studied and she studied hard, she didn’t get things wrong and she was positive that this was the man she had been looking for. Although the museum didn’t have any employee’s by the name of Marc Spector she’d assumed ( Only after she found out that nobody by that name was employed there,) he’d be using an alias, she understood from her research that he’d used fake names before.

But you can’t change your entire being for an alias could you?

“My name is Steven? Steven Grant-“ The man in front of her tapped the name tag clipped to his pocket. Was that a British accent?

Wasn’t Marc American?

“Awfully sorry miss- but I’ve got to get to work.” Steven nervously shuffled once- twice, giving a small wave before darting towards the museum. “Hope you find who you’re looking for.”

Olive Ryder was left, hand outstretched, at the base of the step’s watching him disappear inside and wondering how she could have messed this up so badly without even starting.

Stephen Strange was never going to let her live this down.

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Thank you guys for the interest in my Moon Knight fic idea- I’ve started working on it now so if you’d like to be added to a tag list please let me know! I’m hoping to have the first chapter posted by the end of the weekend! ☺️

Here’s the idea I posted below in case you missed it-

While I’m at it- would anyone be interested in reading a platonic Marc/Steven & OC, where they’re an apprentice of Stephen Strange and join Marc/Steven to help them out with the whole Harrow mess, while also trying to prove to Strange that they’re capable of handling some bigger problems on they’re own?

Can anyone recommend some Steven Grant X Reader or Marc Spector X Reader fics that are sfw or kind of fluffy? There’s a lot of smut fic’s, but I’m just not feeling that-

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

Answers

My Girl

Love You the Same

Two for One Special

Khonshu

The Priestess of the Moon

Gods and Monsters

Jake Lockley x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader

Words: 2600

Warnings: Cursing, mention of sex, break up, Jake can be a dick

Summary: Marc had a suspicion he had another person in him, Steven wasn’t the only one, that was evident after what happened with Harrow. But neither Marc nor Steven could be prepared when they met Jake.

When Marc realized that Khonshu tricked them, he was fuming, and so was Steven.

“You said you would let us go!” yelled Marc.

“I said I’ll let you and the worm free, never mentioned your third party.” Marc and Steven both felt as if their stomach fell, the feeling of being played was devastating.

They found themselves on yet another mission. A mission they thought was long over, yet here they were, standing in a weird temple and the worst is that Layla was with them.

“Khonsu, you liar!” she yelled. “You said you would set them free!”

“Again, I never mentioned the third one, if he chose to work for me, that has nothing to do with you.”

All three knew Khonsu had a point. Yet, still, they were super mad.

“You played us!” said Steve as he came forward.

“Can we get over this, please? We are here to catch someone very dangerous before you three decided to arrive, the plan was going swimmingly,“ said Khonshu.

Layla followed what he thought was Marc, that is how she got there and how thankful she was that she went.

Then they met the guy they were there for.

His name was Jacob Highs, according to Khonshu he likes to torture people and plays cruel games with them.

"Marc Spector, I know about you. Now, it’s time for you to face your demons!” the man let out a wicked laugh.

“Kill him Marc!” yelled Khonshu. “Kill him before h-”

—

“Marc?” he heard Layla’s voice.

“What happened?” he asked as he opened his eyes, he found himself in an old dingy house. From the window, he could see the outside was pitch black. No landscape, nothing, only darkness.

“I-I don’t know but…” Layla couldn’t finish her sentence as Marc was hugged suddenly.

“Oh, Marc! I thought you died!” said Steven.

“Steven? How is this possible?”

“Told you Highs is dangerous.” said Khonshu, "He likes to play with people. This is one of the realms he created.“

Marc finally stood up and he noticed another man, another him.

"So, you are Jake.” all three looked at Jake who rolled his eyes, not answering. The three started to talk trying to figure out what to do.

“How do we get out of here?” asked Layla who looked at all three men and Khonshu.

“We wait.” said Jake, finally speaking up, everyone looked at him.

“Wait? Are you out of your mind?”

“Technically, yes. I am.”

“How could we just stand and wait?” asked Steven as he looked at everyone.

“We will die here if we don’t find a way out.” said Layla.

“Yeah, let’s just start walking, get out of this filthy house and see what we are against.” said Steven as Marc was thinking.

“No, we need to wait.” said Jake again with a firmer tone.

“Why would we just sit here and wait?” asked Marc, annoyed with the man in the hat.

“Because, unlike you two, I have a girlfriend who is actually useful.” said Jake and just as he said that Jacob’s unconscious body flew in the window, shattering the glass as he landed. Jake made an ‘I-told-you-so’ face at the others before the door opened and a woman came in, you.

“Oh,” you looked at all the people in there. “Hello.” you offered a small wave. You looked at Khonshu. “So, he doesn’t speak and I didn’t want to kill him in case that would get us stuck here forever.” you said and then turned to the others. “Well, this is… awkward.”

“Hi, Mi Amor.” you smiled at Jake and placed a kiss on his lips, he pulled you close by your waist.

“There they go again.” said Khonshu as Jake whispered Spanish words into your ear before disappearing to find a way out.

The other three just watched in disbelief. Not it all made a lot more sense to Layla, whenever Marc forgot a date or he was late, or he had marks on him that wasn’t from fighting, Layla had a suspicion he had another woman, but she never knew Jake was there and that he had someone.

When you finally pulled away from Jake, he kept you close, kissing your neck, determined to leave a mark on your delicious skin.

“Sorry, this is a bit, come on now.” you tried to push him away, but it didn’t work. 

“Who are you?” asked Steven.

“You must be Steven, lovely to meet you and you Marc, and oh what was it? Lauren?”

“Layla,” said Marc with a very annoyed tone but you didn’t mind.

“Right, lovely to meet you all, Jake did mention you three, but as you can see he’s not big on talking.” just as you said that Jake pulled you closer, and it made you giggle but he also bit your neck a little. 

“My name is Y/N, I’m Jake’s girlfriend and partner in crime. I’m a descendant of a Goddess, not too sure which one, I have certain powers. Like I can see the angry pigeon standing behind you.” everyone turned to see Khonshu there.

Jake finally finished with your neck as he let you go, but still kept you close.

“I wasn’t able to find a way out.” he said before he turned to Jacob, he was out cold and he will be for a long time. “We will stay here and when he wakes up we will convince him to let us out.”

“Lovely, this is like camp when you are a kid. I would love to get to know you all better. Let’s start with you Steven.” you sat down on the floor, creating fire in the fireplace to keep you all warm.

And you talked.

—

You talked a lot. Marc was sure he has gone mad. Not that he wasn’t already insane but this.

To finally meet the man who killed many, whom he didn’t know about, who he cannot even remember, and he had a girlfriend?

Marc was loyal to Layla, always. 

But this, this was too much, and by Layla’s expression, he thought the same.

“So, how does this work?” asked Marc with a very annoyed voice. “We find out that Khonshu lied to us, we are still Moon Knight, and now this. Another me and you?”

“I know you feel cheated, Khonshu did hide this from you b-”

“And just who the fuck are you?!” Marc was now angry.

“Amigo! Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to my girl! If it wasn’t for her that fucker would be out there torturing us.”

“This IS torture!" 

Steven wanted to defuse the situation, he really did but he agreed with Marc.

"So, how does this work?” he asked the same question Marc just did.

“He comes to me, we go on dates, usually that includes killing people Birdie tells us to kill, then we go back to my place or to his, sorry, yours and have sex. Easy life. I leave before he wakes up or he leaves before you switch.”

The way you were so causal about this was disturbing. They all made a face.

“Look, I know you all are new to this, but I am a good fucking person okay? I help people, I save people and I knew what I was getting into when I met Jake. He told me about you three, he told me how this works, you all can be angry at me all you want, but you cannot deny a man from his love.”

Layla was too quiet during all this, even you noticed. It must be hard for her to hear all this, but this wasn’t just about her.

You loved Jake and Jake loved you, they all have to live with that as you live with the fact that Marc and Steven love Layla.

“Nah, I say we vote. It’s two against one. You two have to stop… this.” said Steven.

“Vote? Are you mad? Do you want me to crush your skull?” spoke Jake but you put your hand on his shoulder.

“Try me.” you said. “Try it, try and separate us, Steven, even you Marc, I challenge you to try.” They didn’t know what you were capable of. And for Jake, you’d do everything.

Suddenly everything felt cold, the windows started to freeze and the fire went out, the wooden floor began to get slippery with the ice on the surface. 

You weren’t joking, Marc thought you were, but you were not.

Powers? Definitely. You were scary, Marc didn’t want to mess around with you, not for one bit.

That fire in your eyes as you stood up for the one you loved, he had never seen that before, not even in his own eyes.

It made him question so many things.

And by the look on Layla’s face, as she excused herself to another room, he knew.

You watched as the two left, leaving Steven behind.

“So, Steven, I heard you work in a gift shop in a museum?”

“Used to work.” he corrected.

“Right, so, anything you learned there? Jake never really liked it, although he did like one of the tour guides.” you said sending a side-eye towards him.

“It was you? You asked her on a date to the stake house!” now it made sense even to Steven, he did find it difficult to believe Marc, who was married would ask someone on a date.

“Yes, but I found someone better.”  you smiled as Jake finally sat down beside you. “Tengo Frio, Amor.” he said and you put the fire back on. Steven sat down close to it, thankful that the ice was finally gone.

“Look, Steven, I understand this is a lot to take in, it was a lot for me as well. But I’m not going to let Jake just leave.  Maybe it is unfair to Layla, but if you take him from me, that is unfair to me. You have to understand, please. I love him. And I’m sure I can love you too. I mean no harm.”

You spoke so gently like you were trying to make a child understand something huge, and you kind of were.

You understood their side, you really did. But you were not willing to let go of Jake. Never.

When Layla and Marc arrived back, they looked… not happy. To say the least.

“Okay, now that we talked about this, ready to leave?” you stood up as did Steven and Jake.

“W-But I thought you said you can’t-”

“I never said I can’t get us out of here, all I said is that I’m not willing to kill him to risk getting us stuck.” you said smiling at Steven.

“Smart girl.” said Khonshu as he waited. You closed your eyes but then remembered one more thing.

“Oh and Mr Lockley, you better thank me for this! You know what I like!”

“Ice cream.”

“That, and you on your knees baby.” you winked and before anyone could answer, you quickly worked your magic.

—

Marc woke up in his bed, alarmed at what just happened, he wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not.

“Steven? Was it all a dream?”

“If it was, we dreamt the same thing. We have to go to work.”

Marc got dressed and let Steven take over so they could go to work. Both of them were thinking hard. Was it really all just a dream?

Steven worked as usual, having a smile on his face as he served everyone. And just like Marc, he couldn’t think of anything else.

He knew he will need to talk to Layla and you as well. But how would this work out? Would this work out at all?

—

Well, Layla wasn’t happy. At all. 

Is seemed like she understood the fact that Egyptian Gods were real better than that a person can have D.I.D. It broke Marc’s and Steven’s heart.

She left them.

Marc blamed you, of course he did, but Steven, he felt something else, curiosity. 

He wanted to find you, and he was willing to ask Jake for help. But he knew better than to mess around with Jake especially since Marc knew about Steven’s steps.

Another week ended, you let out a sigh as you stood in front of the museum. Jake asked you to come since he wanted to go to a restaurant. You eyed the woman he asked previously on a date.

“Damn, she’s gorgeous.” you said as she smiled at her colleague and left.

You turned around to look at the stairs, seeing one person coming your way. 

“Would you look at that, I was waiting for,” you checked your watch. “Five minutes…hmm… it felt longer.” You moved your arms around his neck as you kissed him.

But something was off, instead of his arms moving around you, he just froze.

“Shit. Steven?” you asked as you quickly pulled back.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Oh, sorry, Jake said he wanted to meet, I thought you were him. I’m sorry.”

You wanted to leave, disappear. 

“I-I actually wanted to speak with you. If you are up for it.”

“Sure, let’s go eat something I’m starving.”

You two arrived at a steak restaurant, you ordered a nice plate of steak while Steven only asked for a salad. 

“You are charming.” you said and it made Steven stutter.

“Thank you.”

“Charming, smart, handsome and British. Nice combination, makes all the panties drop.” you probably shouldn’t have said that especially while he was drinking, but you did.

“Layla left us.” he said with such a sad tone it made you feel bad.

“I’m sorry Steven.”

“It was her decision, she said she couldn’t bear the thought of Marc with someone else.”

“So, is he blaming me? Are you?”

“No, it was her decision, we could have made it work.” you could have, really, but if she wasn’t up for it.

“Alright then, Mr Accent. Let’s not talk about your ex on our first date. Tell me about you. You obviously know a lot. You might be able to help me.”

“Help you?”

“Yes, you see, I am really interested in my past, I’m still not sure where I got my powers from and I want to find out.”

He looked interested like a new quest just opened its doors for him.

“How much do you know?”

“Besides the name of the orphanage I grew up in, nothing.”

Then his eyes changed.

“Hi Marc.”

“I’m not angry at you, you didn’t make Layla leave, but what are you doing with Steven?”

“Asking for help, that’s all.” you really had no other intentions but you understood that Marc was protective over Steven.

“I’m sure you will grow to like me. I like Steven he is kind.” Marc was still not sure about you. Then you looked up at the building behind him, he did as well as he saw Khonshu.

When he turned back, you noticed the change immediately.

“There you are” you smiled as he finally appeared.

“Who was it?”

“Both actually, she left them.”

“Good.” Jake called over the waiter ordering a steak.

“Don’t be mean, she was nice.”

“She didn’t fit me. You do.” Jake was always harsh you were used to it by now, it also rubbed off on you a little so now you were the same from time to time. “Now, Marc has to get used to the thought as well. And you will be able to move in as I asked you before.”

“Whatever you say, Babe.” you smiled as you drank from your wine.

You could only hope that day would come. 

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~SPOILERS for Episode 6~

Oh, just how you adored shakes.

Every flavour, chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, you loved them all. And that is why you needed one immediately after the car stopped.

You knew you were there to do business, but you didn’t care.

And with your shake in your hand, you walked happily back to the car. Dodging the driver as he noticed you and opened the door for you.

You offered him a smile and a small thanks before getting in.

“Oh, that was fast.” You said noticing Harrow on the seat. You assumed it would take longer to get him from the hospital, hence why you went to get the shake. You moved to sit by Khonshu’s side.

“Y/N, but I thought you were dead.” said Arthur with a concerned voice.

“Everyone did. But its not that easy to get rid of me.” You smiled.

“So, what? Your wife is your avatar now?” asked Arthur with a grin you wanted to punch off of his face. He knew one God cannot be the other’s avatar, yet he still wanted to push your buttons.

“Meet our friend, Jake Lockley.” Khonshu said as he knocked on the window, rolling down the divider in the car, Jake shot Harrow.

It was over.

Finally, Ahmet was defeated. Jake finished what Marc couldn’t.

Then he started driving, and you finished your shake.

“I like your suit.”

“I know, Little Bird, you said it like ten times already.”

“Well, you look sexy in it, what can I say.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I like the modern world.”

“What do you mean? We used to live in a palace before all of that fell.”

“A palace without the modern food and way too much sand. I like it here.”

“Too much sand, we lived in the desert! My Dear Love, Y/N Goddess of War, you enjoy this time?”

“There’s more war in this world than it was ever. People hating each other, people killing each other is nothing new, but this is new.”

“You always enjoyed madness.”

“Goddess of War…duh.” Yet you never hurt anyone or judged them like Ahmet did, your love with Khonshu blossomed, he protected the night, the travellers of the night, you just watched over them. Even if war was your domain, murder can get boring after some time. While others didn’t see Khonshu, they saw you. It was a curse the other Gods put upon you when they banished the two of you.

Of course, you stood by your husband and they didn’t like that. So, when they banished you, they put a curse on you for people to see you. They said the curse was for the Goddess of War so people could put a face to their hatred.

It was a cruel curse but it had its benefits.

“What do you say, My Love, let’s go on a walk.” He offered and told Jake where to stop the limo.

London was very different from the desert you used to live in. You were used to palm trees, sand and small houses. And although you watched as humanity changed and grew, it still surprised you how much it did.

Parks, green grass, trees, fountains, lakes, people walking dogs, children playing, laughter and joy. It was not something you often stopped to watch, and yet there you were, sitting on a bench with Khonshu and Jake.

“You look nervous.” You noted as you looked at Jake.

“This is wasting time, we should be catching bad people.”

“Relax a little, tonight we hunt, for now, let her enjoy this. Get her some of that ice-thing.” Khonshu told Jake as he stood up to get you ice cream.

Jake was a good man, brutal and insane, but you did like him, he could be funny.

“You don’t have to order him around.”

“He cannot sit on his ass for more than two minutes.”

“Well, you did promise him that he could kill bad guys, you know he lovesto kill bad guys.”

You looked at Jake before turning back to Khonshu.

“He switched, it’s Steven.” You noted as the man looked confused when the guy asked him what flavour he wants. Khonshu disappeared from your side as you just watched Steven walk with the ice cream in his hand, he stopped in front of you. “You okay? You look lost.” You said, smiling at him.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He said before he walked away, leaving the park. Khonshu came back.

“There goes my ice-thingy.”

“I can get you one.”

“No need, I’ll get my own, but do answer one thing My Dear Husband,” you stood up from the bench, stretching your leg. “How do you plan on driving when our driver just left?” and with that you walked to the ice cream stand, leaving Khonshu to think.

It took him a long time before he just spoke up.

“We are literal Gods! We don’t need a car!”

Took him long enough.

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