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amzingspider​:

“Eh, I wouldn’t say that.” Peter shrugged with a shake of his head, he did try though and he was going to give them that. “But you have my full support if you wish to pursue a career in comedy if you get bored being Moon Knight.” 

He sighed a little. “Some times I don’t wanna be that guy.” Peter admitted, he didn’t really know any other way to use his status as a superhero though. He was a good guy through and through. “I know, I know and I will probably be doing the same to her.” He took another drink and slumped back, chuckling a little at the motel thing. “See? You can make a little joke right there.” 

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Marc huffed a laugh into his glass, the surface rippling with it. “Yeah, I don’t think I really get a choice in that one, bud.” He’d tried before to quit. Khonshu just made his life hell until he had no choice to go back to it. Not to mention he wasn’t entirely sure if it would kill him to lose the Moon Knight powers.

He set his hand on Peter’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “It’s exhausting watching you be so good all the time. But this one isn’t on you. You did the good guy thing. You can forgive and let it go. Just forget about her and Woodrue.” Not that Marc would. If Spiderman was going to bat for the little guy like an All-American Hero, Marc would make the little guy’s problems go away under cover of night and with far more violence than most people preferred. “You can write an apology poem for Steven, though, or whatever nerdy shit you two are into together.”

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amzingspider​:

Peter gave him a look. “Let’s leave the jokes to me, shall we?” He reached over and gave Marc a pity pat. “You tried though, you really did.” He did chuckle a little as he withdrew his hand though. 

“Yeah well, it feels like I caused it.” He didn’t mean to be so down on himself right now but that was just how he felt, like it was his fault. Peter took the shot and downed it, it would take way more than three of these for him to feel it so he had another straight away. “Tastes like shit.”

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“I can be funny.” Marc huffed into his glass. That was a problem for them, when people knew there was three of them in one head. Steven was the smart one. Jake was the con artist. It was easy to be made into a caricature of himself to make it easier to understand that he wasn’t just faces of Marc Spector but three whole lives. He knew it wasn’t what Peter meant, fuck, Peter seemed to try harder to understand Marc than Marc did sometimes.

“Well if it tasted like lemonade then everyone would be wasted all the time. Come on, you were mind controlled Peter. If it was one of your costumed bad guys finding out he was mind controlled to commit crimes, you’d be in court testifying how he didn’t mean it and you believe he should be given a payout from the government for emotional damages of being in court at all. I can’t be you about this, so my version of throwing a pity parade is cheap booze and cable television until we regret it tomorrow. If we were in a motel, it would really complete the ambiance.”

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grimfacedknight​:

The Moon Knight. Batman accepted the information and attempted to recollect any data he’d stored in his mind. Alfred was doubtlessly on the other side pulling it up manually to feed to Bruce through his earpiece. 

“Moon Knight, Master Bruce, is an allegedly former vigilante responsible for stopping a string of crimes in New York City not unlike so many of those which plague Gotham. According to your records, there have been counts of human trafficking rings, drug busts, and others. Khonshu is a moon god from the Ancient Egyptian period, depicted as the son of the god-king Amon and the air goddess Amaunet. There is some debate on the mother, as others name mother goddess Mut. According to your files, the man in front of you is not the first Moon Knight. The first reference to a hand of Khonshu dates back to at least 4000 before common era in ancient Mesopotamia. 

According to the notes here, this man could be a number of people. Jake Lockley is not one of them. On an Egyptian dig some years ago, it is reported that a man by the name of Marc Spector was the sole survivor of what appears to have been a massacre. You have written here: ‘Investigate connection between Spector and appearance of Moon Knight. Speculation’. I take it you did not investigate. Perhaps you were too caught up with Miss Kyle at the time. I seem to recall an overlap around this time.”

Bruce didn’t answer that. Only Alfred would take the time to put in such a jibe during a mission. Alfred and Oracle, but her business took her out of his ear and returned him to the days of old when the butler was there to be the eyes and the information. 

“Suspicious magic,” he repeated. Wanda Maximoff suited that description, and they would be foolish to believe such an event would have no fallout. Perhaps she was the cause of this. “What travelers are you aiding here in Sokovia?” 

Batman shook his head. “The why of it is not the reason I’m here. It’s the how.” Anyone with a basic awareness of Superman understood the difficulty of such a feat. The man before him was admitting a godlike connection, confessing to potential unsanctioned vigilante work in this sector, and was capable of a massive feat of strength. Batman recognized a potential security risk where he saw one. He wasn’t prepared to let this man leave. Capture seemed the best option, but Batman was not fully aware of his abilities. Caution was imperative.

Marc flexed his hands, debating. He could see the shadow of Khonshu above the Bat. A fake shadow, cast by light that wasn’t really hitting an object. Some illusion of the shape of the deity but it was real to Marc. He couldn’t see the pattern of rubble hidden from the light, the exact placement of the Batman’s feet. All hidden because of the statuesque figure and his moon staff. I told you that you were being watched. His voice rumbled in Marc’s ears, seeming to echo in the church hall.

“Reconnecting families, helping people get documents they need to move around Europe without being denied refugee access or barred because of red tape. Infiltrating the black market. Following the trail of missing kids that goes with it. Moon Knight isn’t doing most of it.” He knew how capes and heroes were these days. It didn’t mean he couldn’t be Moon Knight, but it would put his whole operation in danger if the signature white suit was spotted by the news. His jaw tensed at that thought. The kids went out, and most of them came back, seemingly upset and confused, but unclear on where they had been or why. Or why some of them came home a few days later and others never did. And why it seemed to be swept under the rug. Could be that there was just too much happening in Sokovia, could be someone was sweeping it themselves.

That was the shit that this vampire should be worried about. “Look, it happened fast, he broke my spine, I was moving on instinct.” As in, he remembered about a third of the fight and the rest was feelings of adrenaline. He’d been having less and less of a memory loss problem, but accessing Mister Knight’s memories without Steven also getting them was difficult and that was half the point of Mister Knight forming and that was a shitstorm of mental health byproduct he really needed a therapist for but Marc would rather get shot in the throat than sit down in another mental hospital.

“I just hit him, he went down, and it was barely a second. How invulnerable can the guy really be? Everyone has weak spots. Even alien superheroes, alright? It was a lucky shot.” And that was much easier than breaking down his memory gaps and Moon Knight and the magic weapons he summoned that Steven had a half dozen theories about, including one about them being made from the same metal as Thor’s hammer which was a wild one. “I’m not interested in going another round with Superman or playing with more old magic. I’m just a soldier here.”

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amzingspider​:

“I didn’t make out with her.” Peter said a bit more firmly. “Besides, I’m not really feeling girls much at the moment.” he shook his head. “Listen, my spider sense does not come from the spiders around me, I know how it works because I did a ton of tests. I even tried to talk to spiders but it did nothing. I dug through hours of research into the genetically altered spider that bit me. Did you know that it also bit another person after me? She calls herself Silk.” He was fond of Cindy, she was more like a sister to him than anything else. 

“Obviously I’m gonna try stop her now, I set her on the poor guy so this is the least I can do.” 

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“Maybe she made out with a spider and it bit you.” Marc knew Peter liked to laugh. Obviously, everyone liked to laugh. But Peter seemed most comfortable with jokes and quips. And Marc knew he wasn’t much of a funny guy on purpose. Half the time when he said something funny it was because he didn’t know what was happening. But maybe a half a smile out of Peter would mean he wouldn’t feel so down on himself.

“You didn’t... set her on him. She was already looking for him. You were just a convenient Google for her. You didn’t cause this, Peter. You were just in the crossfire and got lucky. Happens sometimes.” He nudged Peter’s drink toward him with the bottom of his own. “Get drunk, idiot.”

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blackcanaryrising​:

She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of asking him about his stupid made up friend, his alter ego, or whatever he was talking about. She gave him the opportunity to be straight with her and he didn’t take it. It didn’t matter. It was seeming like she wasn’t going to get anything out of this clown and the wasted effort pissed her off enough to want to beat his ass.

“So what are you saying? You’re a good guy? Or were you running a game on the mafia after Huntress blasted her way through their ranks and they had to scramble to get their shit together?” She wondered if he might be a cop undercover or something. Dinah had a hard time believing that he would be being such a pain in the ass if he was a cop though. They were a little more straightforward than this. If he was one of the mask wearing freaks like her then he was doing a shitty job giving himself any credit to make her believe it. 

Dinah might have smashed his nose for being so irritating if that smirk wasn’t a little hot and she thought it would be a waste to bust up his face. Her hesitation gave him time to reset and she had to duck quick. The thrill of a fight made her want to draw it out a little bit though. Maybe if she could get him to go a few rounds he’d keep talking. As annoying as it would be to have to keep leading him there little by little, if she got to stretch her legs a little bit it might be worth it. 

Instead of diving for his stomach and tackling him so she could pummel him Dinah popped back up and swung at his head with a hook that would definitely make him see stars but wouldn’t knock him out if she actually hit him with it. She wanted to see how long he would keep going until she did have to hit him hard enough to put him down.

“Good? Now, that’s debatable. Moral? Maybe. A mafioso? Certainly not.” Jake weaved back, avoiding her hook. She was enhanced, certainly, from how she could throw him around. He wasn’t a small man. He was made of muscle and well trained. “I’m just the driver.”

He grinned at her, eager for the fight. He could summon the suit and end it quickly, either by escaping or by using Khonshu’s power to hit her back with his own version of enhanced strength and speed. “But you just need to learn how to ask the right questions, birdie. I thought you heroes were supposed to be halfway decent investigators. But you just throw a punch at the first problem you see, huh?”

She was toying with him too, they both knew if she wanted to put him down right now, she had the tools. For all she knew, she was enhanced and he wasn’t. She was a meta and he was a human. She could song bird scream at him or punch him through the solar plexus if she wanted. So they could do this little song and dance if she wanted.

“Must not be much crime in Gotham now, if you are in Sokovia hunting suspects from years old cases, hm? Losing your edge with the lack of work?”

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loislanereportingin​:

She was already making notes to dig deeply into the things he was telling her. She wasn’t going to let the information pass. If he was going to be feeding her things she could use then she wasn’t going to be caught not knowing what she needed to to make sure he wasn’t a useless contact or a danger to everything she or the nomads were working towards. “You can be an interesting story for later, when I have follow up questions.” It was not an invitation for an interview. It was an expectation she was setting that it would happen. If he wanted her to hear him she had things she wanted too.

“I have mace in my bag,” she said sweetly when he agreed to pay for coffee. She had way more than mace in her tricks. Her hand to hand training was always unexpected when she fought back. So was her weapons knowledge and the variety of the fighting styles she’d picked up basics from thanks to Clark’s best friends, her dad, and her own curiosity. They expected a damsel in distress every time. They were usually disappointed when Superman’s girl didn’t immediately go to pieces and beg for her life. They were idiots.

She sat down in a corner booth away from most of the other people in the cafe and waited until he joined her. She opened her bag and pulled out a pen and paper. She quietly activated a tape recorder in her purse without looking too so she would have everything he said and so there’d be evidence if she went missing. She ordered a chai tea and waited until the waiter was gone. “So what is the interesting story of the night?”

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“And I can channel the god of the moon. We both have weapons in our pockets.” Jake waved a hand breezily over her threat. He wasn’t here to fight, he was here to inform. He knew with a reporter it would be more... give and take. He preferred just to take. But this would do.

He followed her to the booth, putting his back to the door. He was at ease. Jake was the best at seeming that way. There was no reason for him to feel threatened right now, so he didn’t. If someone came in and shot him in the back, he knew he would live. Khonshu wanted him alive too badly for him to be taken out by someone he didn’t see coming. Not without a backup plan the deity could use to gain access to the mortal plane. Jake ordered a soup and roll, and a black coffee. He spoke Sokovian, not like a native, but comfortable with the wait staff. He wasn’t rushing into this conversation with Lois Lane. This was not a scene to be threatening, or a power play. He just wasn’t in a hurry.

“How much do you know about the missing children?” Jake was comfortable faking documents. He could get people papers good enough to take them anywhere in Europe as long as they stayed where they landed or found another forger when they got there. Most people just wanted to land somewhere, get to family, find someone who was transplanted because of injury or convenience of whatever government was taking refugees. But there was a disturbing trend. “Sokovia is rampant with it, you know. It’s been long enough people stop worrying about families who never reconnected. They don’t ask when children went missing, they just assume it was the tragedy and don’t think about it again. Sometimes they even get found. Come home.”

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amzingspider​:

“It doesn’t matter if the guy is a piece of shit, it goes against my whole thing.” Any deaths that went on near him weren’t normally caused by him, they were accidents and Peter had always believed strongly that anyone who tried to fight him over the years could be rehabilitated, take Doc Ock for example. Totally was not his fault the chip had malfunctioned and turned him against Peter, that had been a toughie. 

“I didn’t say it was a laugh, Marc.” he shook his head some but next time they had some down time, he’d ask more about this subject. 

“Ow, come on..” Peter pouted a little, it hadn’t hurt but he just wanted to be over dramatic. “I do, I do, I swung away but she still managed to catch me more than once before she kissed me. Besides, actual spiders don’t communicate with me, that’s not the point, my spider sense told me there was danger and she seemed lost. I didn’t know she was gonna control me to get information, I was trying to help her because I’m the friendly neighborhood spider-man after all.” 

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“Yeah, I know.” Marc’s voice was soft. He did know. Peter and Steven had a lot in common that way, this desire to make the world better without hurting it more. Seeing people as more than their worst deeds, hoping if they saw why what they were doing was wrong, they could be helped. Marc wondered if it was because he didn’t have the same childhood he and Jake did. Understand some people were just born broken inside, they’d never want to change because they already saw the truth of what they were doing.

“Sometimes it has to be funny, or else I’d fucking lose it.” He poured them both another shot, but this time, Marc just sat with it in his hand.

“Making out with someone isn’t always helping. Besides, you can’t prove your spider sense doesn’t come from other spiders warning you shits about to go down.” Marc was going for breezy now. Easier to make light of it, the tragedy of it, than wallow in it. Knowing Ivy would try and kill this man and Peter would blame himself. That she took advantage of him and left scars in his memory that would never heal no matter how small they’d seem in years. “Friendly isn’t always the kind of help people need. Are you going to try and stop her now?”

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amzingspider​:

Peter groaned, having to take the shot just as quickly as the last one because he didn’t want to think about the part he had played into luring that poor guy to his death. Peter had tried so hard over the years to be the good guy so this? Yeah, he was gonna need more shots to process the news. Fucking hell.

He blinked slowly at what Marc was telling him. “Okay… funnily enough, that is not the craziest thing you’ve ever told me.” Peter slumped back in his seat then shot him a look. “Why Marc, you sound almost jealous.” He grinned then leaned forward. “I can give you little spider kisses if you need them.” Then he scoffed a little. “She trapped me in vines, I tried getting away but do you know how hard it is to shake off constant vines coming at you? Pretty hard.” 

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“Peter if it... Look, from what research I managed to do, from the story Ivy told, the guy was a piece of shit.” Death was not something Marc was afraid of dealing out. He knew other heroes disagreed, and he didn’t do it zealously, but sometimes there wasn’t another choice in how to handle something. Not when thinking about the greater safety. He didn’t know if that would help, though, since Peter was one of those do gooders who believed in rehabilitation and minimizing his harm in the name of good.

Marc kicked back his second shot. “Yeah. My life is one big crazy laugh after another.” He raised both eyebrows to emphasize the dryness of his tone. Peter didn’t know the half of it.

“I don’t, because I didn’t get trapped in vines. I thought you were supposed to have super reflexes or something. What, the spiders didn’t warn you she was coming?” Marc kicked Peter’s ankle under the table. “Come on, this isn’t a joke, Parker. She messed with your head. You could still have her influence for all we know, this is an unknown enemy.”

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amzingspider​:

“Oh shit.” Peter groaned and ran his hands over his face. “Great, so I’ve set a plant lady on the dude that killed her, brilliant.” He took one of the glasses and downed it, the burn that followed made him wince a little before setting the glass down. 

There was that name again, Khonshu and Marc wasn’t the only one mentioning it recently either. “Wait… is Khonshu another personality or something? Because Steven also mentioned it” Peter moved back to the subject in hand. “It sounds like it. I don’t even remember much beyond her kissing me.” 

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“Yeah, not looking good, buddy. You did a good job of tracking down everything he’s been doing here, habits, locations, opportunities, if what Steven saw was right. He’s known to dramatize how terrible things can be.” Marc poured another shot into the glass in front of Peter. He wanted to get a read on just how... okay or not Peter was knowing that she was probably going to kill a man. A bad man. But a man Peter lead her right to.

He paused with his own drink almost to his mouth. “Fuck, I think I’d really have to get locked up in the loony bin again if Khonshu was another personality. Old Egyptian moon god, keeps me from dying, gave me the magic suit, backstory shit.” He tossed his shot of whiskey back, exhaling through his nose. “Pete, I know you get lonely, but you didn’t seriously kiss the crazy plant lady on purpose?”

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prjectx10​:

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Hearing those words just angered Logan further, he was holding back but if you looked close enough you would see the way his jaw would clench when he was trying to hold back on driving his claws into this guys guts.

“Taking them for what?” He asked calmly then suddenly had him slammed against the wall instead. “TAKING THEM FOR WHAT?!” Marc’s voice barely cut through the rage he was feeling. “Some kids are being snatched off the streets and experimented on. Some come back, but a lot of them don’t.” The claws pushed against the guy’s stomach but didn’t pierce the flesh. 

...

The man was practically climbing up the wall, if he the ability to, he’d have faded right through it. But as it was, he was a man, not a good one, but also not actually able to escape two superpowered freaks holding him in place. “I don’t know, I don’t know. I just take them. I just drive and drop them off. I’m not even supposed to look at them if we can help it, man.” Marc scoffed at that, because they might feel an ounce of sympathy for crying kids in a van. 

He had to reach out, white gloved hand gripping Wolverine’s wrist. Just in case he decided to push in with those claws. “He’s street level, at best. He’s basically selling drugs to middle schoolers, he has no idea who is behind the supply chain, he just makes entry level money. Kill him, don’t, doesn’t make a difference to me. But it won’t make him have any more answers. His phone is more useful than he is.”

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amzingspider​:

When Marc mentioned sitting down and getting a drink, Peter nodded miserably then started to make his way back inside despite the questions Marc had for him. All in good time. 

Reaching his door, Peter waited until the door was open and Marc had gone in first before following. “I don’t really remember all that much, only what she wanted me to.” he sat him down on one of the arm chairs. “It was about some Jason guy, I don’t even know why she’s targeted him.” 

...

“Jason Woodrue tried to kill her. American scientist, working with the ISA.” Marc pulled open the liquor cabinet, one of the most important cabinets in the house. It was cheap whiskey and it tasted like shit, but enjoyment wasn’t really the goal. He at pulled two mismatched glasses out to pour it into.

“I met Ivy investigating an magical presence in the woods for Khonshu. Wasn’t her as far as I can tell. But she told me some of her story. I offered to help, she rejected it. Probably because she had you on the line, you must have been investigating this before I got here.”

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loislanereportingin​:

…

“Marc Spector,” she repeated. She wondered if Clark knew anything about him. She’d ask when she saw him next. “Why’s it an interesting question? You have a bunch of names or something? Or are we playing the secret identity game?” She was smarter and more up on the superhero way of doing things than most people. She had experience after all. “What kinds of news pieces am I going to find? Because I’m not looking to deal with anyone who’s more trouble than help.” He seemed to be playing the ‘tall dark and mysterious’ angle. Lois wasn’t afraid to ask questions though and she’d do it until someone wanted to clap their hand over her mouth. Then she’d bite clean through their palm for even daring.

“I tell the truth,” she corrected him. “And you couldn’t force me if I didn’t want to go. I’m walking with you aren’t I?” He had her attention. “Is the coffee on you? Or is that the price I’m paying for admission?”

...

“Smart one. Plenty of little birds I’ve talked to take much longer to catch on. Marc Spector was dishonorably discharged after an incident of going AWOL in the Middle East, spent a few more years working for the government, before abandoning them for mercenary work. Then there is the incident in Egypt, but, well, the news is more stories than truth, Miss Lane. I hear you are a rare exception.” Jake tipped the brim of his flat cap to her. It was not painful for him to recall the failures in their life. He knew why they happened, had more pieces of their story than anyone else. But he also knew how painful they were for the others. He was fine holding onto them as long as he needed to. “But I am not the interesting story of the night.”

Jake stopped in front of the door, yellow light bathing them both. “The price you pay is trusting me enough to sit down, I know the value of that. Strange man approaches a lady in the night, takes her somewhere she’s never been. Sounds like an old horror movie. But this isn’t my usual method of dropping in on someone. My resources in Sokovia are... different. Consider everything on me for the night.”

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blackcanaryrising​:

The words made her wince and she hated that she showed that side of herself. It just made her think of Oliver. She had no idea what the hell he was even up to lately. She hadn’t seen him since before Mia got arrested and Dinah got herself captured. She almost snarled at him. “So what? You were playing him? And why would you do that?” She snapped her chin from his grip and considered biting his fingers but restrained herself.

What the fuck was he talking about? Steven being hurt, not remembering. He was pissing her off. “Not loving the riddles, asshole. If it’s a fight you’re raring for then I’m happy to oblige.” She roughly used the grip on his throat and grabbed his coat to toss him up against a table nearby, falling into a defensive fighting stance. “I don’t know shit about what you’re up to and I tried being nice. Nice apparently doesn’t work for you fuckers.” She shouldn’t even be surprised.

“Playing Steven? No. Don’t let him hear you say that, ave canora. You’ll just make him sad.” Jake liked to play, liked to tease and toy. Hold whole conversations in his taxi before he revealed why he was the one to pick up a target or start to milk out information. “Steven is real. Just like you and me.”

He felt his feet leave the floor, body going weightless as he was thrown. It hurt when his back his the table. It would bruise. But the table didn’t shatter and crumble. Wood had a habit of that. Instead he inhaled slowly to control the breath that was knocked out when his ribs made impact and stood up. Jake gave her that cocky smirk he liked to wear. “You scared me out, baby, I’m fucking with you as punishment. You think you are the only one smart enough to con a bunch of gangsters in Gotham who have their heads so far up their asses all it takes to drive their car is failing a background check and a few years driving taxis?”

Jake planted both feet, taking a mirrored stance to hers and came into her space, throwing a boxer’s punch at her head. 

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grimfacedknight​:

“I’m a concerned party.” People tended to assume he was enhanced in some respect. It was as if they didn’t believe a human being could strive for and achieve excellence. Bruce’s dedication to his cause demanded bodily feats the average human being could not accomplish, but his training and countless hours of field work had prepared him in ways which could only elevate him well above the median line. His family were all proof of the tenacity of humanity with the right direction. Even the least physically able of their number could perform feats of mental agility and acuity beyond the capabilities of most considered intellectuals. If their preparation and discipline led to the underestimation of their willpower and training, Batman never corrected the situation. Batman was a being well above Bruce himself. His purpose remained shrouded in the mysterious. Unanswered questions were the currency upon which he relied when it came to the efficacy of this cowl. 

“Try me,” he growled. Batman’s repertoire was vastly expanded beyond low level delinquency. The Justice League exposed him to more cosmic disturbance than he could have conceived, his colleagues provided insight to concepts no typical mortal man could imagine. Whatever Jake Lockley concealed was unlikely to surprise him. 

It was of more concern to Batman when Lockley required clarification. It meant there were other threads to follow for his own piece of mind regarding the man’s activities in this city. Outside of Gotham, Sokovia occupied its hallowed position. It fit there as a poorly reformed puzzle piece, but it had Batman’s immense focus on the day to day level. So far from home, he was unable to micromanage there the way he used to. Instead, he kept his watchful gaze on Sokovia. If Lockley was creating problems, Batman wanted solutions before those problems grew into calamity. This country had had its fill of tragedy. 

“You assaulted Superman.” He advance toward the other male, eyes locked on his face. “You rendered him unconscious. I think your preoccupation with what I am is no comparison to mine for you.”

Marc really wished his body could relax, but whenever he so much as thought the name Khonshu it was like he tightened in anticipation for bullshit. So he didn’t have the easy way with it that Jake did when he declared their ridiculous title. “I am the Moon Knight, Protector of the Travelers of the Night, and Fist of the ancient god Khonshu.” It really lacked the punch it did when he summed the suit while he did it. But it wasn’t a toy and he really didn’t need a vampire-meta-mind reading-night devil going feral over the glowing vestments.

He threw the ancient in there for the huff that damned bird skull always made. Even if he couldn’t see it, he could feel it.

“He told me to come here when there was suspicious magic, old magic. But it’s stopped for now. We have other work to do, though. The whole part where I protect the traveler.” Getting people out of Sokovia who needed to be out. Steven had some inklings of cases involving artifacts of significance, but they all agreed those were less important than the people who needed moved, or needed supplies. He couldn’t really read the Bat’s expression behind that cowl. The eyes looked like lenses, not blinking or tracking visibly. His face had otherwise been entirely stoic since Marc first got eyes on him.

Superman was what got his shoulders to drop, just a fraction. Exasperation reading on his posture more than anything. “I didn’t assault Superman, he attacked first. I didn’t even--” Marc huffed. Getting into Steven was too much. “It doesn’t matter anymore, anyway. The magic that was there is gone now, so whatever was causing it either stopped or Superman absorbed it or whatever. It was self-defense. Probably keeping him from going insane and shooting laser eyes at the whole city.” He could imagine the press field day over that.

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amzingspider​:

“I wasn’t asking you force yourself to switch.” Peter said that a little bit too forcefully so had to step back again. “I don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulders and ran his hands through his hair, making it stick up more than usual. “It’s all a blur, like she doesn’t want me to remember every detail even if I tried to recall what happened. She released me from whatever hold she had, I’m exhausted and feel like I’m being weighed down.” 

...

“Pete let’s just... sit down. Drink something. You need a drink.” He knew that he certainly buried bouts of amnesia behind a couple shots to try and blame it on alcohol poisoning the next day. “Go over what you remember, what you did, and what Ivy is planning, alright? Get you as much up to speed as we can.”

Marc gestured to the doorway so they could take the stairs down to their floor. Jake had been the one with the shopping list last time, so he was certain they’d find booze in the house if nothing else.

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amzingspider​:

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“I know you’re not a circus trick, but it was him who tried to stop me from taking that file out of the door.” Peter told him with a sigh, it was still a little on the blurry side due to the affects of… whatever it was that Ivy had done to him. “Anyway, I just needed to apologise for jamming my thumb into your shoulder.” Then he turned to the door that would lead him back down into the building. “I’ll just stop bothering you now.” 

...

Marc rubbed a hand over his face, looking up at the sky. “Peter, I’m not just saying it to be pissed at you. I literally can’t just force myself to switch if he doesn’t want to come out. Steven just... goes to sleep when I’m Moon Knight most of the time. He isn’t-- Steven knows. He’s stupid to just forgive you. But he knows. What happened with Poison Ivy, Peter?”

He narrowed his eyes, trying to judge if Peter was still under her influence when he said her name, if it would trigger something up and out of him.

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Logan put the phone into Marc’s gloved hand, but not before unlocking it with the guys face, when was next time they’d have hold of him after all. 

“Answer him.” He threatened with his claws. “Who’s taking the children and what are they doing with them?” Logan had a feeling in the pit of his stomach but hoped it wasn’t that. 

...

Marc scrolled through the phone, looking for contacts, names, addresses texted to him. Information he’d need stored away. He didn’t have a cloning device to take the phone’s information, so he’d just have to take the phone itself. He scrolled into settings to turn off the password while Logan growled.

“The boss, the boss just-- I don’t know. I just get paid, man, I just get paid. I take the names on the list. We get the kids, we get the names of who goes on what truck. I just meet them. Good money for me not to ask. Just to do what Boss says.” The man was practically whimpering, but he seemed to really not know. His heart was hammering out of fear, not lies. Marc could choke him out for not even asking. Didn’t care enough to ask. Just in it for cash.

Marc cut his eyes over to Wolverine. “Your lot know anything about this?”