moon knight one shots!

in another universe

Mention of murder and drugs.

An unregistered, unknown world in the multiverse, the avatar of khonshu isn't Marc Spector, but an unlucky person who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Three years.

Being khonshu's avatar for three years was interesting. From being stranded in the desert (to die, no less) to finding Khonshu's temple, it had certainly been an interesting adventure.

Chase parked their car, stepped out and pulled their sunglasses down. New York had changed, since the attack from aliens it had grown, adapted, even. Then again, the entire world had adapted.

Alien life was out there. And mostly all of it was hostile.

Chase checked their watch, hummed and walked into a nightclub called 'house of the moon'. A club they had personally created for meetings, legal or otherwise (the illegal ones are the ones that were smugglers, traffickers, anything else that chase would deem unworthy) and for a general good time.

The mood was good in here. Electric even.

The dj was doing a good job. But they weren't here on a personal trip, they were here for business and the person they were meeting was at the bar.

"Mr Jenkins I presume?" Chase walked behind the bar, pulling two glasses out and poured half a glass of vodka in one (for them) and Scotch in the other, "on the house from the clubs owner."

"Chase Brooke. You took your time"

"I like to keep the people I'm meeting waiting" chase brought their glass to their lips and took a drink, "why did you want to meet me today?" The music was loud. Who was this artist...maneskin?

Chase forgets.

"I have a business proposition for you. Ever done business of the drug kind?"

Chase frowned, "Mr. Jenkins, I'm respected here. If I brought drugs into my club I'd be questioned"

"A new victim for khonshu's fist?" Chase didn't know when khonshu had turned up. But the bird had and he was standing to the left of them, just over their shoulder.

"Let me explain. This is a new drug. Very new. Called binedun."

"What's it do?"

"It varies from person to person. But it's the newest rage with the youngsters." Chase stayed silent. Lips pulled into a thin line and drunk the rest of their drink, gently putting their glass down on the counter

"A drug like that is dangerous. Mr. Jenkins. Unregulated, unseen. If this binedun is as popular as you say it is, who's supplying it to the youngsters?"

"I have runners all over the city." A smirk came to his lips.

Chase hummed. Leaned forward and punched him out his seat.

"With all due respect, sir. I won't put my line and livelihood on a drug that can cause serious side effects.

Get out of my club. If I see you crawling back in here, you're dead." Jenkins picked himself up and ran off like a dog with it's tails between it's legs.

Just in time for Marc to bump into Jenkins as he ran out.

"Who's that creep? And I'll have my regular thanks"

"Some drug dealer who thought I'd risk my reputation for a new drug he made." Whisky for Marc.

Chase downed the untouched scotch, put the glass under the counter and leaned against the counter again.