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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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! ☺️

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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-

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Mr. Marc “ I have to divorce my wife as soon as possible because i have to protect her but also can’t see men touch her or hit on her” Spector ladies and gentlemen!

Layla is such a strong character, she stayed strong even after so many things! This is a May Calamawy appreciation post, she portrayed Layla perfectly!

Moon Knight Episode 4 | The Tomb

We finally got Marc Spector jealous lol!!

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I feel so sad for Layla, poor baby got to know that her husband was in the mercenary grp that killed her father and then had to see her husband get shot in front of her eyes!! She’s so strong though! I would’ve given up tbh

STEVEN KISSING LAYLA AND MARC PUNCHING STEVEN FOR KISSING HIS WIFE WOULD NEVER NOT BE FUNNY!!

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