Chapter 4: Spider-Man
Steven didn't waste much time after he got 'official' permission to go on a date.
Today he was behind the counter at the bookstore, a cozy little place tucked between two cafés on a quiet street in Brooklyn. It was always calm here, like time slowed down when you walked inside.
You didn't always watch the bookstore. It was frankly a bit too boring for your tastes. But you did always keep one ear on things, even when you curled up in your hammock, solving sudokos, or you rearranged your action figures.
Steven was behind the counter, sorting through some new shipments of books, looking a little more at ease than usual. His messy hair stuck out in all directions. He was always so sweet in his own awkward way, his voice soft and a little nervous, but there was a gentleness to him you couldn't quite put into words. How Marc had ever created someone as kind as him was beyond you.
Today, he was completely in his element, stacking books with care, glancing at the titles like they were old friends. You could feel the peace radiating from him, the way he sank into the rhythm of the bookstore. This was his world. And it was honestly adorable.
The jingle of the doorbell broke the quiet, and you felt his attention snap to it immediately. A woman stepped inside—a brunette with soft waves of hair and an air of confidence that contrasted Steven's quiet demeanor. You saw his eyes dart in her direction, and though he tried to look busy with the books in front of him, you could tell he was trying to avoid staring. But you knew him better than that. He was nervous.
After browsing a while the woman walked over to the counter, carrying a neat stack of books. "Hello, could you ring these up for me?", she said, placing the pile down in front of Steven. He glanced down at the titles. They were all educational books.
"Oh, you're shopping for a highschooler, huh?" Steven made, recognizing the selection. He started to scan the books, looking at the woman with a faint smile. "A little brother perhaps?"
"What? No", she laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You charmer. It's my nephew. I'm raising him on my own. Peter's seventeen and is starting his senior year."
Steven blinked again, processing the information, and you could feel the way he wanted to say the right thing but wasn't sure what that was. He shifted uncomfortably, still trying to figure out how to navigate the conversation.
"That's... really admirable," he said quietly, then cleared his throat. "So, uh, you're doing this all alone, then?"
The words hung in the air for a beat too long. You could practically feel Steven holding his breath, hoping she didn't take his question the wrong way. He looked and sounded nervous but his panic meter wasn't rising much. He really had grown more confident. You wondered if you should grab your popcorn and enjoy the hilarity of Steven's awkward flirting attempt or start worrying about that new confidence getting crushed when he got rejected.
The brunette seemed to pick up on the true meaning of his question. She gave him an easy, teasing smile and leaned a little closer to the counter, the movement casual but deliberate.
"Yeah, just me and Peter," she said, winking. "No partner, no husband. Just the two of us, figuring things out on our own."
Steven's face turned beet red, and you could practically feel the awkwardness radiating off him.
Popcorn it was.
"Right, yeah. Just the two of you…" His voice was barely above a whisper now and his eyes glanced around as if suddenly looked very aware of the small space between him and her. He blinked again, and his voice faltered. "I, uh, wasn't trying to... It's just... that's brilliant. Really brilliant of you."
The woman didn't seem to mind his awkwardness at all. If anything, it seemed to make her smile wider, more amused. "It's no big deal," she said, leaning in a little closer, her eyes sparkling with something playful. "Though I do admit raising a kid makes it harder to get to know other people..."
Steven, as expected, looked flustered. His hands twitched at his sides, unsure whether to fold them or to try and do something with the books. You could see the conflict in his mind, the back and forth between wanting to ask her something and being too nervous to say it. You could almost feel his pulse racing.
"Well, I wasn't... I wasn't sure, I mean, I didn't—uh, what I meant was, if you did want to maybe... I don't know, grab a coffee sometime?" His words tumbled out in a rush, and you could hear the nervousness in his voice, the uncertainty behind his offer. But it was clear he did want to get to know her. He liked her, you could tell and you grabbed a piece of popcorn, grinning as you ate it.
The woman paused, a flicker of surprise in her expression. But then, a smile broke across her face—something soft, something genuine—and you could feel her warmth filling the space between them.
"A coffee?" she asked, her voice teasing but kind. "I think that sounds like a nice idea, Mr...?"
Steven blushed even more. "Grant! Steven. With a v", he said, then hurriedly corrected himself. "I mean, actually Marc Steven Grant-Spector but that's really too long. My friends call me Steven."
The brunette chuckled incredulously. "Grant-Spector. Really? Someone was a fan of detective novels, I see."
Steven stared at her. Then his eyes went wide and he laughed. "Oh. Oh! I only just now realized how that sounds. Bit silly, innit? Should've changed the order, I knew it!"
She laughed with him. "No, I like it. It's a unique name. Steven, huh?"
"Yeah, I, uh, prefer my second name." He scanned the last book, naming the price in barely more than a whisper. Their hands touched for a bit longer than normal when she handed over the cash.
"When are you off from work, Steven?" she asked.
"2 pm", Steven almost squeaked.
"Well, then I'll see you at 2", she said and winked again.
Before she left, Steven's voice was way too high as he scrambled to ask: "Wait, uh… What's your name?"
She paused by the door, turning back toward him with that same gentle smile.
"Maybelle," she said. "Maybelle Parker. But my friends call me May."
XxX
"Jake... Jake, wake up!" you whispered furiously, glancing around to make sure nobody saw you sitting on that roof top.
You felt Jake stir awake, which was always a horribly weird feeling. For once, you were the one in control of the body. No monitors, no screens, no helpful hints or chats or buttons to press. You felt oddly helpless, staring down at the sprawling city below you from the roof of your boys' apartment.
"Are you about to die?" Jake asked sleepily.
"No?" you answered.
"Then lemme sleep..."
You growled and slapped the side of your face, which of course did nothing. Right, Jake didn't feel pain anymore than you did, even if it did usually trigger him awake.
"Come on, Jake! I did all the research and there's a freighter leaving for Egypt in the morning. We have to get Khonshu's stuff on there before then!"
"Then get it there. You don't need me for that", Jake said annoyed.
"B-But", you sputtered. "It'll take forever if I have to take the subway. Can't you just fly us?"
"You can use the suit yourself. It's fine, this is avatar related. Khonshu won't mind", Jake dismissed your concerns.
"Me? Use the suit? Alone?!" You voice got progressively higher with every word. You had never used the suit alone before, you were always only piggybacking on Jake. He might've gotten knocked out once or twice during a fight, leaving you briefly in charge but never for more than a few seconds. Co-fronting was not the same as flying solo!
Jake sighed. "Hermanito, you have to learn to use it eventually. Now that Marc and Steven no longer have access, it's just you and me. What if I'm ever not there and Khonshu has an important mission for us?"
"But... You're always there", you argued.
You could practically feel Jake roll his eyes even when there was no mirror nearby to see him in.
"Don't be such a pussy, David. It's easy. You literally just have to drop off a bag."
With that you felt his presence vanish and no amount of muttered curses brought him back.
You nervously glanced down over the edge of the roof. You loved flying with Jake, helping him pilot as his cape carried him through the night. But it was a whole other thing when you were staring down into that abyss.
"Ugh, fine. Idiot, you owe me one for this", you muttered at last. Khonshu was nowhere nearby so you raised your eyes to the sky instead, gazing up at the moon. The thought of flying through that sky, covered from head to toe in very obvious, eye catching white made your skin crawl. You thrived under attention when you could play a role. But tonight it was just you in the body and the only one who could see you was Khonshu, who was the only NPC in the whole game who knew you even existed. Maybe the moon god would be lenient with you? Maybe you could have at least some black in your costume, like Jake did?
"Please no white", you begged the moon. "Please no white, please no white, please no white!" Then you lowered your eyes to the horizon again, took one last deep breath and said: "Suit!"
Quick as a whip, smooth bandages started to materialize around you. Wrapping around your arms, your legs, a cape sliding around your shoulders with the faintest echo of a touch of bony fingers. You choked reflexively when you felt the bandages cover your face, your mouth, your nose and you felt the power flow through you and burst out of your moonlit eyes. A heavy hood settled over your brow like a warm hug and you stumbled back a bit, surprised how easy it was to breathe despite the tight wrappings around your face. Your vision was sharper now. Everything was so much more detailed. You glanced down at your body and sighed in relief.
Black.
The bandages covering you from head to toe were pitch black. Dark gray fabric curled around your torso and hips in an imitation of ancient Egyptian clothing. The cape was black, the hood dark gray. Perfect for blending in with the night. The only blemish was the giant white crescent moon emblem right on your chest.
"Great, I'm a giant bullseye", you muttered.
A sudden gust of wind caused your cape to billow up behind you, making you stumble forward and you only just barely caught yourself before you tumbled over the edge of the building.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. It's a great suit", you hurriedly exclaimed. "Thanks for the black!"
The wind calmed down again. You grabbed the bag with illicit goods and held it close to your chest, where a few bandages came loose and wrapped around it, securing it against your body. You glanced down over the edge of the roof, then forward to where you needed to go, the harbor.
"Here goes nothing", you muttered. Then you raised your arms as if you wanted to dive headfirst into water and jumped.
The cape opened behind you, forming a perfect crescent moon and catching the wind in a way only magic (and game mechanics) could explain. The edges of it slipped smoothly into your hands as you spread your arms. You tilted your wrists just so, the way you had watched Jake and Marc do countless times and your fall turned into a glide, turned into an upwards flight.
It took you a few minutes to really get used to the steering. But once you got the hang of it, elation started to fill you. Your heart was racing and you couldn't suppress a small whoop.
With the suit the way to the harbor was not long at all. You circled over the ships, landing on a few, checking their names and serial numbers until you found the one heading for Egypt. You landed on one of the containers on it, comparing it to the numbers you'd memorized from your research. After a few minutes of searching, you found the correct one. But of course, it was locked.
Well, you were technically still on a mission for Khonshu so maybe the god would help you out again? You started patting down your front and back, where the divine weapons normally materialized. Your hands found a ridged handle and you pulled out a foot-long object from behind your back. In the dark, it looked like one of Steven's batons at first but it was really light and had a bunch of hieroglyphs on it and little blinking lights and... was that a button? You pressed it.
"Holy shit", you exclaimed as an almost four foot long beam of pure moonlight emerged from the tip of the handle.
Khonshu had given you a fucking lightsaber.
"Okay, I'll admit it", you said, raising your gaze to the moon. "That is legitimately awesome."
You pushed the blade into the crack between the container's wall and door. There was a short buzz of white light and an audible click and the door opened up effortlessly. You slipped inside.
It was dark here, only a thin beam of moonlight from the door guiding you but your eyes could see everything in hues of gray and dark blue. You went through all the boxes inside until you found one labeled with the address of the Egyptian museum you'd researched. You raised your lightsaber again, this time using it to loosen the lid of the big, wooden box.
A slight widening of the incoming moonbeam was the only warning you got before suddenly a voice sounded behind you.
"I don't think that belongs to you."
You froze mid-motion. Your back was to the door. You hadn't heard anyone entering. Your first instinct was to call Jake for help but with how prissy he'd been earlier today, you doubted he would come unless you were actually being attacked.
Maybe you didn't need him though. You could adopt his voice, his mannerism and perhaps intimidate whoever followed you into giving up. You did still wear Marc's body, sporting muscles like steel cables and eerily glowing white eyes.
Slowly you turned around, ready to face the police or harbor security or heck, even more of the gang Jake had fought.
Instead, what you saw was a thin man, the voice in fact sounding so young he was probably a teenager, in red and blue spandex, covered in a distinctive white spiderweb pattern.
"Spider-Man", you stated incredulously.
You recognized him immediately. Of course you did. You couldn't go anywhere in the USA, especially New York, without seeing his face or that of the other avengers plastered on some surface.
"Great, you know me, that saves me the introduction", Spider-Man said cheerfully. "Now you-" His eyes narrowed, looking at the weapon in your hand. "Is that a lightsaber?"
You looked down at your weapon and swirled it around casually, the movement coming entirely natural to you.
"Pretty cool, huh?" you couldn't help but comment. The suit design and weapon were always different from person to person. Nobody got to chose what it looked like but it had to be either some kind of representation of the wearer's personality or specifically designed by Khonshu to fit the image he had of you. It was hard not to be at least a little proud of it.
"It's amazing!" Spider-Man blurted out. "It's white like the Darksaber. Are you an alien or something?"
You laughed, which ruined any chance to impersonate Jake. You stuck to Steven's voice instead, though without the awkward mannerisms and stammering.
"No, I'm not an alien. I'm Moon Knight. Pleased to meet you."
You pulled the lid from the wooden box, which was much easier than it looked when your muscles were teeming with supernatural energy. Now that you were carefully optimistic that you wouldn't have to fight an avenger, you relaxed a bit.
"I'm not here to steal something. I'm fact, I'm here to return", you loosened the bag, dropping it into the box, "this to the rightful owner."
Spider-Man looked skeptical. "Is that so? Then you don't mind if I take a look?"
You shrugged. "Be my guest."
You stepped aside and Spider-Man came forward, watching you carefully. You deactivated you lightsaber as a show of good faith and held it loosely in your hand as you crossed you arms.
Spider-Man gazed into the box, rummaging through the wrapping to confirm that it did indeed hold ancient Egyptian artifacts. Then he opened the sports bag, checking all pockets. Yup, still just pottery and some statutes.
"Oh you don't want to open that", you warned him when he lifted a particular piece, the shape of which was very familiar to you from Steven's research.
"That's an ushabti. A funerary urn. It contains ancient meaty bits."
"Yeah, right", Spider-Man made. "Or you could be using them to smuggle illegal drugs or something -"
He opened one ushabti and looked inside. His eyes widened. He closed it again.
"Ancient meaty bits", he confirmed, sounding slightly nauseous.
"Told you so", you said with a grin. "There's an old Pharaoh somewhere in the afterlife that's cursing you now."
Spider-Man gaped at you. "You're not serious!"
You gave him a shrug. "Eeeeh... I'd avoid black cats for a while, is all I'm saying." You went over to him, taking the ushabti out of his hands and putting it back in the bag.
"This shipment goes to a museum in Egypt. So many of the old tombs are already plundered so I can't take them back under the earth. But I can at least make sure these artifacts get back to the people they belong to. America, Britain, all those European countries... they took so much from Egypt. Stole it, really, and make Egyptian museums pay hefty fines just to borrow it for exhibitions. It's not right. It angers the old gods. At least those that that haven't given up on humanity yet."
"So you're just... what, smuggling these back to Egypt? Not even selling them?" Spider-Man asked.
You shrugged. "I don't really have time for that, even if I wanted to." You closed the wooden lid over the box. "Are we done here?" You started walking towards the exit.
"I guess so", Spider-Man made. But then, you were almost at the door, he added: "...Except... There was a big robbery at the Brooklyn Museum a few days ago. It was in the news."
"So?" you made warily.
Spider-Man pointed toward the box. "Is that where you got this stuff from?"
You took another step back. "So what if it was? I stopped a robbery."
"By taking the goods for yourself?"
You shrugged again. "Then I stole from thieves, who in turn stole from other thieves. What does it matter?"
"It matters because one of those thieves was killed", Spider-Man said and took a step toward you. "And that's not cool with me. I don't allow murder in my city."
Aww shit. You scrambled for an answer to that. Goodie two shoes were such a pain. No sense of reality whatsoever.
You opened your mouth - maybe you could claim the gang members had turned on each other, that it hadn't really been you. But really, who were you kidding? Moon Knight was in New York to stay and there were bound to be more bodies in the future.
So you merely grinned, hand tightening around the handle of your weapon.
"Whoops", you said.
Then, before Spider-Man could react, you kicked open the door and you ran.
Spider-Man took off after you and even though it was just a few leaps towards the railing before you spread your cape and took to the air, that was not enough to shake the hero. You glided over the harbor, he swung over it using his webs.
You darted from rooftop to rooftop, your black cape billowing out behind you, carrying you through the air like a ghost. The cool wind brushed against your bandaged face, and your heart pounded with adrenaline. This was normally Jake's thing but you thought you had an idea now why he liked it so much. You felt light, weightless, moving through the city like you were untouchable.
"Stop running, Moon Knight!" Spider-Man's voice called out from behind you, growing closer with each swing of his web.
You glanced back, spotting him mid-swing, already gaining on you. This guy was fast, faster than most people you dealt with. But you weren't worried. Not yet.
"Give it up, Spidey!" you shouted back, pushing yourself harder as you vaulted over a narrow alley and landed on the roof of a building below. "Don't you have homework to do or something?"
Spider-Man groaned. "Don't remind me!"
You landed on a rooftop and turned on your heel, glaring back at him. "I don't want to fight against you."
"Then you shouldn't go around shooting people! That's not stopping a robbery—that's murder!" Spider-Man's voice was sharp, cutting through the air as he landed nearby.
"Some people deserve worse that just a beating", you growled and started running again.
"Yeah? Well, it's not your job to decide that!" Spider-Man shot another web, this time aiming for your legs. You were ready, activating your lightsaber with a snap-hiss and slicing the web before it could snag you. The cut was clean, the web dissolving in the air as you flipped mid-leap and kept moving.
Behind you, Spider-Man groaned in frustration. "Of course you can cut through my webs. Because why wouldn't you?"
You ignored him, focusing on your next jump. You had to shake him off before this got more complicated. Spider-Man was a hero, not some murderer in need for vengeance. You didn't want to hurt him. You doubted you even could if you tried. You could probably shove your lightsaber through his chest and all it would do was tickle.
But Spidey wasn't backing down.
He swung in low this time, coming in fast and shooting a web at your chest. You managed to slice through that one too, but the second web caught your cape. Your momentum faltered for a second as the sticky thread wrapped around your cape, weighing you down.
Your heart sank as you felt the sudden pull. No cape, no gliding. That meant a long, hard fall.
You hit the street three stories down, rolling with the impact but still feeling the wind get knocked out of you. It was just a game so you didn't feel any pain. Still, having your cape webbed up like that? Not ideal.
You cursed under your breath, tugging at the web to free your cape, but Spider-Man was already on you. He landed with perfect, gymnastic grace, standing tall with his fists clenched.
"Hey, you are a tough guy, huh? Most people don't just shake off a fall like that."
You shrugged. "I'm not most people." You yanked at the webbing again, the sticky substance still clinging to the fabric, making it useless for gliding. "I'm not here for a debate, mate."
"Yeah? Well, you don't get a pass just because you've got a cool cape," Spider-Man shot back, his voice laced with frustration. "You killed someone."
Aww, he thought your cape was cool. Well, it was.
Your hid your smile, but you didn't stop working on the web. "He was a piece of trash. The world's better off without him."
"Maybe, but that's not your call to make!" Spider-Man's voice rose, his frustration barely contained now. "There's a justice system for a reason."
You scoffed. "Justice system's too slow. Too weak." What had the fucking justice system ever done for Marc? Mom had gone without punishment, without vengeance until the day she died. Why neither Marc nor Jake ever murdered her, you would never understand.
The hero lunged forward, and before you could react, his web shot out again, this time pinning your arm to a lamp post. You growled, yanking against the restraints, but it was strong—stronger than the last one. Spider-Man stepped forward, his stance wary.
"This isn't how it works, Moon Knight," he said determined. "You can't just go around deciding who lives or dies."
You glared at him, teeth grinding. "As it happens, I don't. I have a god who does that for me. Besides, you think those thugs care about your rules? About your system? They'd laugh in your face and then slit your throat. The only thing they understand is fear. Pain. Death."
Spider-Man's eyes narrowed behind his mask. "And you think you're the one to teach them that lesson? Or that, what, you dish out divine punishment?"
You didn't answer. Instead, you activated your lightsaber with a snap-hiss, the white blade cutting through the web pinning your arm as well as the steel beneath it, felling an entire lamp post. Spider-Man jumped back, startled for just a moment, but that was all you needed.
You lunged to the side, slashing at the webs still stuck to your cape. They dissolved in an instant, and you were on the move again, heading up the next fire escape ladder.
"Hey, get back here!" Spider-Man yelled, already shooting another web at you.
But this time, you were ready. You pushed yourself off the ladder, across the narrow alley, then off again, higher and higher, twisting in midair as the web sailed past you. For a second, you were weightless, free-falling through the open air. Your cape fluttered, still not fully functional but free enough to slow your descent and steer you into the next alley.
Spider-Man was trying to follow your erratic movements, but you had the advantage now. The narrow alleyways and rooftops were your territory, your playground. Spider-Man was faster among the skyscrapers but here, you zigzagged through the rooftops, dipping into shadows, moving faster than he could keep up with.
After a few minutes, you finally managed to shake him. You crouched low on a rooftop, your breath steady as you watched him swing past, his frustration palpable even from a distance. Your black costume really came in handy now.
You smirked.
"Too slow, web-head," you muttered under your breath before slipping into the night, your mission complete and your freedom intact.
You waited a bit more until you were sure Spider-Man was gone. Then you glided back to the boy's apartment. With but a thought you dismissed the suit. Just as the last bandages fell from your face, a gust of wind ruffled your hair. You glanced aside to see Khonshu crouching at the edge of the roof, pale bandages fluttering in the wind, his staff with the crescent moon blade held in a clawed hand.
"Chameleon. You did well, for your first flight", he said.
You faltered, the praise catching you off guard. It was rare, if ever, that Khonshu gave anyone compliments, and the nickname—Chameleon—felt strange but oddly fitting.
A warm surge of pride swelled in your chest. For a moment, you felt... accomplished, like you'd proven yourself in some way. You hadn't expected it, but hearing his approval lit something in you.
Awkwardly, you gave the god a little bow. "It wasn't a very difficult job."
"That is true. Yet you were faced with a difficult situation. The worm would've embarrassed himself in front of the spider. My warrior would've fought him and created an unnecessary enemy. My fist might've outright betrayed me. But you avoided conflict without showing weakness."
The praise landed again, heavier this time. He'd trusted you to make the right call, to do what Marc or Jake couldn't, and you'd done it. You swallowed down the odd mix of surprise and pride, unsure how to respond. You didn't need anyone's validation—at least, that's what you told yourself—but hearing Khonshu of all beings acknowledge your efforts stirred something deep inside. It felt… good.
"I, uh, tried my best", you replied awkwardly. "It was easier than expected. The suit is really... something. Thanks for making it black. And the lightsaber was amazing!"
Maybe it was your imagination, or maybe it was just the wind, but you could've sworn you saw Khonshu's bandages ruffle, almost like feathers, as he rose to his full height. His bony beak gleamed in the moonlight, making him look even more imposing.
"Your gratefulness is noted but unnecessary," he said, his voice cold but somehow still carrying a hint of satisfaction. "I merely gave you the tools to complete your mission."
"Still", you said and shrugged, not for a moment believing the old bird wasn't preening under the praise as much as you did "I liked it. It was really fun. I thought for sure I would need Jake's help but... I managed without him. I couldn't have managed without you though."
Khonshu's head tilted slightly, considering your words. "That is a valuable lesson to learn. Make sure you don't forget it."
With another gust of wind, he was gone, leaving you alone on the rooftop, still feeling that lingering glow from his approval. You couldn't help but smile a little, despite yourself. I did it, you thought, feeling the weight of accomplishment settle over you.
You headed inside, still riding that high, and quickly checked the body for bruises or injuries. But the suit had done its job and healed everything. You were fine.
"Having fun?"
You jumped, Jake's voice coming out of nowhere.
"Uh, yeah?" you made, smiling a bit. "I think it went pretty well."
"Hm-hm. Just... don't let it get to your head, hermanito. Khonshu's got a way with words."
"What are you talking about?" you shot back, defensiveness rising in your chest. "He just said I did well. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing's wrong," Jake said gently, the usual edge in his voice missing. "I just... worry about you, is all. Khonshu doesn't usually give out praise lightly. Or at all. You did good tonight, but don't let it blind you. He's up to something."
You sighed, trying to shake off the nagging feeling his words brought. "He gave me the tools I needed, Jake. I did the job, and he said I did well. Why can't you just be happy for me?"
"I am happy for you," Jake insisted, his voice soft, almost imploring. "But Khonshu—he can turn on you just as fast. I've seen it. One mistake and you're suddenly worth less than the dirt under his claws. Don't fall for his methods."
You could hear the concern in his voice, but it only made you bristle more. "I'm not falling for anything. I know what I'm doing. You're just mad because I didn't need your fists to get through tonight."
There was silence for a beat, but you could feel Jake's presence simmering like a pressure at the back of your head. "You think I'm jealous?" he finally sneered, his voice incredulous. "That's what you think this is about?"
"Isn't it?" you returned challengingly. "Missions are your thing and yet here I am. I'm not trying to take anything from you, you know?"
"Amigo, you're always welcome on my turf", Jake said with a scoff. "Just don't bite off more than you can chew."
You rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear it. "I have everything under control. I did my job. He noticed. That's it. You're making this into a bigger deal than it is."
Determined to end the conversation, you readied the body for bed, then grabbed Marc's phone to check the time.
3 a.m. You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. Jake's laughter was sounding in your ears.
"Everything under control, huh, hermanito?"
XxX
AN:
When I wrote this scene I didn't have to think long about what kind of suit or weapon to give David. It was kinda obvious from the start. His whole thing is hiding so of course his suit would be black, sort of representing the New Moon - which also goes well with the fact that he's the youngest of them. And because he is really a child with a passion for games, of course his weapon would be something over the top and toy-like, yet it still had to be a powerful divine weapon. Ergo, lightsaber! (I thought about calling it a moon saber but I think David would in fact appreciate a more direct reference to a different fandom more. Why, it's even canon that the Star Wars movies exist in Marcel since Spider-Man referenced them in Civil War before.)
Next time at Moon Knight: Steven has a date with May and gets to know her (totally ordinary, really!) nephew.
The poll for what to name the fish of David and Jake will remain open until it becomes relevant in the story, btw. Everyone can join in with suggestions!