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Night Owl-Marc.S

Imagine: You were strolling about the city at night when you come across something you shouldn't have. Narrowly escaping you make your way to your long time friend, Steven Grant's house, but he doesn't quite seem like himself..
(Heavy topics, death, and violence, please be cautious)

[Word count: 853]

It was late, you knew it was late yet you stayed out anyway, like an idiot. Like an idiot, you made your way across many alleys, and like an idiot you witnessed.. something unspeakable. It shook you to your core, a man was beating another to.. death. Before you could make your escape he did the same to you, narrowly allowing you to escape. In a bloody haze you stumbled your way to the only person who you knew would help. Steven, he was your best friend, your only friend really.
Finally, after what seemed like hours you made your way to his flat knocking on the door. The door opened to a groggy looking Steven, you hadn't even thought about how late it was. Regret flooded your body, but it was too late to turn back. His face paled at the sight of yours and suddenly his demeanor changed. A concerned expression still glazed his face but it was more jagged like he was a different person. He licked his bottom lip biting it slightly in frustration, before jolting his head back signaling for you to come in. You lurched forward into his home as he stepped aside to let you do so. Although your vision was blurred you still safely made your way to one of the barstools that sat around his countertop. He shut the door before walking towards you, he even walked different now, maybe you had been hit too many times.
"Steven.."
"I don't... wanna hear it." His accent was completely gone, it was perplexing to say the least. He gained his composure mustering enough courage to lay his eyes on you.
"Who did this to you?" You shrugged squinting your swollen eyes up at him as your head felt as if it could fall from your shoulders at any moment. Softly he placed a hand on your cheek to keep your head steady, he moved his body closer to yours cupping your cheek a little more.
"What did I tell you about walking around at night alone?" Realization hit you as he asked that, this of course wasn't Steven, Steven would never be this calm in a situation such as the one you were in. However, Marc Spector, would.
"Marc..?" He nodded at your inquiry with a sigh, before making his way to the bathroom, you noticed him chatting with his reflection as he gathered medical supplies. He dropped all of the supplies onto the counter behind you with an irritated sigh. Not irritation at you, no, at least not completely, it was more irritation that this happened to you. It was evident he wasn't angry with you, because everytime he laid eyes upon you his expression softened completely.
"Why were out there?" He questioned turning the container of rubbing alcohol over onto a cotton swab. At this point you had gained some of your composure back, at least enough to hold a conversation.
"Couldn't sleep." He let out a deep sigh, signaling he didn't really appreciate that answer.
"You know, you call, right?" He questioned practically gritting his teeth with that question.
"You don't answer the phone, Marc."
"Steven does."
"And which one of you is usually around at night?" You questioned glaring at him-- well as best you could with a swollen face. The room went quiet after that, at least for a few seconds.
"I just, don't like the thought of this happening when I'm not around." He stayed continuing to clean your face to the best of his abilities.
"Maybe don't leave so much then." The room once again silenced around the two of you at your comment. He finished cleaning your face, slowly picking up the many pieces of bloodied cotton and throwing them out.
"Well, thanks." You stated getting up from your chair, where you were swiftly met with a hand around your wrist.
"You're not leaving. Not after this. You can stay here tonight."
"Where am I gonna sleep Marc? You don't exactly have enough room for a guest bedroom." He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm and lead you to his bed stepping over the large circle of sand surrounding it. As soon as your body touched the bed it was over, exhaustion had won. A soft smile cascaded over Marc's face as he slipped the shoes from your feet and covered you in the comforter on his bed. He too slipped under the covers alongside you, it took a moment but he did decide to move closer to you. Wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close, his warm body against yours made the spell of sleep washed over you completely. Before you could fully drift off you felt his breath against your neck.
"I'll start answering the phone." Was all he said before you fell completely asleep.